Wasteland Echoer

"General George." Wright swallowed, ignoring that the thing against his neck was probably the standard military dagger provided by the empire for the army, and gave the final advice in a respectful tone:

"The Socra Committee is at odds with the Zine Empire. Let's not say whether the illusory 'paradise' will eventually be what you want, but according to the magic and technology you control now, this is destined to be a failed experiment. Millions of innocent people will be slaughtered and killed in the scalding water. At that time, you will not wake up in hallucinations, but will be buried together with Sukra."

"That's enough!" George roared angrily, and took out the "Bear-A" pistol issued by the Socra Guards as standard for officers from his waist. He quickly stepped forward, his hands trembling with excitement, and pressed the gun against Wright. The forehead, the position between the eyebrows.

"Did you know, Wright? It was in order to increase the success rate of building 'Paradise' that I risked being accused of being a traitor by contacting the Church of Hope. In order to succeed, Natasha and Yato helped us interpret the diary left by the Chooser. And ancient documents mainly '527-MB-01', we hope that the church leaders will help us hatch the dragon eggs that we have obtained after all the hardships. Now, Wright, for the final success, for the 'Paradise', for the victory, I need your body. The 'red magic source power'. Now it is no longer a discussion, no longer a hope, not a request, but an order!"

Seeing George's distorted, ferocious, and terrifying face, bulging eyeballs, rapid and gloomy tone, and body shaking unconsciously due to pain, Wright felt "nauseated" in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his head, stared at George with his pure black eyes, and said in a low voice, but his voice was particularly firm:

"I reject!"

"In this case..." George twisted his neck a few times in an extremely unnatural manner, put down the pistol, and slapped his left hand hard on the severe pain caused by the slow growth of the "Silent Bud". He tried his best to suppress the painful tone, tilted his head, and said Other members of the escort team hidden in the dim space said:

"Bring that mutated traitor. I think Wright must be very concerned about his situation now."

"Yes, Your Excellency General!" A thick reply came from the dim area behind George that was not illuminated by the flashlight.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of messy combat boots was heard, and a tall man wearing a silver guard uniform was forced into the middle of the positions occupied by George and Wright.

"Who is it?" Wright asked doubtfully of the man who was forced to half-kneel on the damp, worn-out, moss-covered bluestone bricks, wanting to step forward and take a closer look.

"Let him go and let him take a closer look. I believe he will change his mind after seeing the true identity of this mutant!" George ordered the [soldier] behind Wright with a dagger against his neck.

Immediately, the cold feeling that seemed to penetrate deep into the bone marrow was finally removed from Wright's neck.

He chose to step forward quickly and brushed away the messy silver hair covering the man's eyes.

What caught Wright's sight was a haggard, withered, and weathered face, with dark red bloodstains and countless small scars all over it, like criss-crossing streams flowing in the desert.

The broad face looked extremely angular at the moment, like a wooden toy carved from a mold with a simple layer of skin attached to it.

Underneath the silver hair was a pair of dim, unfocused green eyes, and beneath the face was a half-open and half-closed mouth that was unconsciously drooling.

"Brett, I finally found you, Brett!" Wright shouted.

Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes!

When he was in the "Blood Bright" Castle, at the last moment, when the jump formation was activated, he made sure that he carried this big man on his back and entered the center of Silent Highlands.

But he never saw Brett in the "Crimson Moon Arena", "Silver Moon Temple", "Sunflower Flower Sea" and the final altar area.

There was even a time when Wright almost forgot that Brett existed in various disorienting scenes.

But now, he finally saw the living Brett again, and he could no longer suppress crying, calling, and then sobbing softly.

Until, he realized that the big man in front of him was kneeling on the spot blankly like a machine without any emotion, showing no reaction to Wright's vented emotions.

"What did you do to him! George!" Wright roared angrily, looking at George with bloodshot and scarlet eyes, clenching his hands into fists and making a crunching sound.

"I think you should ask yourself this. No one knows what happened to Brett better than you." George glanced at Wright with disdain and said in a sinister tone.

"He, Brett... I know that he overdrawn his soul power due to excessive use of 'Mithril Blood Drops', and was transformed into what he is now by the leader of the blood clan. But he was not so weak at the time. Before entering here, he also told me 'The arena is open'. Why, why did he become so sluggish after falling into your hands!" Wright shouted angrily.

"I think there is no need for you to ask me about this. When we saw him, he was lying at the doorway into the old palace. He could look like a mentally retarded person and not die immediately, thanks to us 'Lone Wolf' Where is Pusev, the leader of the meeting?" George said, slapping his hands violently several times.

Immediately afterwards, several "New Yongguang" brand flashlights similar to the ones George used just now were thrown into the air.

This time, those floating and rotating flashlights like flying saucers and "drones" were like the stars that illuminate everything in the universe, using up all their energy to illuminate the surrounding environment to the maximum extent.

Looking around, Wright realized that the huge space was an ancient-style palace with no wooden structure and mainly made of bricks and stones.

Starting from the semi-circular ceiling that can be peeked inside, all the way to the rectangular platform where they are covered with moss and small leafy plants, they are all covered in a melancholy light, showing a strange interweaving of light green and dim yellow. scene.

Behind him is a staircase paved with bluestone bricks nearly fifteen meters wide, leading straight to a door carved with various flowers and plants, geometric figures, mechanical gear patterns and dragon totems.

On the masonry wall at the end of the palace are very mechanical electrical lamps connected to wires. Mechanical double-headed eagles spliced ​​by mechanical chains and gears are hooking them with sharp claws, presenting a combination of simplicity and steam. The strange beauty.

But unfortunately, there is no electricity here, and there is no possibility of starting any electric lights.

The edge of the entire palace is occupied by a moat-like current that is flowing turbulently, providing an unusually humid environment inside the palace.

By the light, Wright noticed that behind General George there were at least twenty tall [soldiers] wearing the silver-white combat uniforms of the escort team. However, behind them, there was also a man over two meters tall with a sharp expression, revealing that A man with a murderous look on his face.

"Puth, our [Guardian], a leader known as the 'Wolf of Odyssey', would you mind explaining the situation of the mutant Brett to our confused child, Wright?" George turned around. , looked in the direction of the tall man, and asked in a strange tone.

"Of course I don't mind. General George, we have been allies for many years. I have never really joined the idealist camp of Yvante. Naturally, I am willing to follow your arrangements." Pusev said in a vicissitudes of tone. With heavy steps, he walked to Wright.

Immediately afterwards, he subconsciously stroked the "Wolf Head Pattern" medal he wore on his chest, squatted on one knee, smoothed his messy short hair with the other hand, sighed, and said in a regretful tone:

"Death is inevitable. Any [soldier] should have the awareness to face death. Brett is an excellent [soldier] under George, not only because of his orders, but also because he always stays with you for the final victory. around."

"You have to know that his brain has been corroded by a variety of forces. The sequential monsters destroyed his spirit, the vampire power exploded his brain tissue, and the humid environment and desperate dark power here completely destroyed the connection between him and him. The neurons of consciousness, now he is just a living shell."

"In other words, he is hopeless, already hopeless. The Klein family's divinity cannot save him, and no technological medicine can restore him. Now he is like a train rushing towards the cliff, and he can only fall. Unable to stop the pace of destruction. The reason why he has been preserved until now with the Empire's newly developed 'Element Control Agent' is to wait for you. General George and I have agreed that before he dies, you haven't decided yet Before assuming the important position of the 'Governance Committee', I want to teach you a lesson."

"What do you want to do!" Wright seemed to understand what Pusev meant. He opened his arms to protect Brett behind him and stared at the "Wolf of Odyssey" with vigilant eyes.

"You know..." Pusev stood up straight away, took out the heavy and huge "Lone Wolf Series" gun from his waist, which is exclusive to the "Lone Wolf Society", loaded the bullets, and said in a persuasive tone:

"Yvant is unreliable. Ever since he injured Vladimirski in front of me, I have decided that the 'Lone Wolf Society' will not merge with the empire. Although he keeps saying that he 'doesn't trust magic' , 'I want to focus on the military.' But my most trusted and powerful subordinate [Sacrifice] Ivan Ross was handed over to John and Shamon for dirty experiments without hesitation. "

"Even despite my pleading on my knees, he still wanted to turn that child into a 'wolf cub'. I know that you saved him in the front camp where the Giant Church is entrenched, and I am very grateful to you, but after returning to the team , he still has nightmares from time to time, staring at the full moon and wailing in the middle of the night. The wolf genes that were poured into his body have not completely dissipated, and the pain of being a beast has tortured him several times to understand his own... life."

"I'm sorry..." Wright lowered his head and sighed. He supported the slightly muddy ground with one hand, looked up at Pusef, and blamed himself:

"He helped me defeat the 'Gigantic Transformation' body of 'Ning Yuan', but I was forced to go to the castle of the Church of the Dark Night and couldn't stay with him all the time. If I had been tougher at the time, maybe he wouldn't have been in so much pain. Bar."

"I don't blame you for that." Pusev wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, and then said:

"If you want to blame it, it's Yvante. I know that John is dead, and there is news that Shamon also died in the underground castle of the Church of the Dark Night. Although I don't believe in 'fateful relationships', I am sure that it is their retribution. Of course. , that 'lone wolf', once robbed the big guy Brett, forcing him to swallow the monsters and fight with the cardinals. Wovkoski also died in the howitzer and fire a few days ago. Area covered by air and space force artillery fire.”

"It's ridiculous, Wright. They call themselves 'Ruin Hunters', and they always want to rob Imperial officers in battle for money, or kill the Lost to receive bounties. They relied on the Empire to make a fortune, but they died at the hands of the Empire. They had to It's sad. Moreover, in the past few days of fighting, the empire used aluminum bombs, howitzers, combat aircraft, and airships, almost exhausting the military industrial products accumulated by the empire for decades. Even if the battle was won, the purge was not lost. The 'careless people' led by the leader still need to waste four to five years, which is not worth it."

"I have also heard that the guards, armies and workers in several big cities who cannot bear the oppression are planning an uprising against Ivant. I believe that in less than half a year, the empire will fall into a situation similar to the Dragon Celebration Ceremony of the Fire Empire in the middle of the Third Era. A situation that fell apart after failure. If you don't accept the appointment of the Socratic Council now, join the army of evolution, and enter 'Paradise', where else can you go to live?"

Pusef asked a very practical question.

Indeed, if he could accept his identity as the Lost One, Wright would be able to go anywhere without any hindrance, but he would always be hunted by humans and become eternal enemies with humans.

His red magic source power and the professional strength of [Order] are currently comparable to those of the Lost Ones of the fifth pain level. They are not powerful and have no special skills. When encountering high-level Lost Ones, monsters and giant monsters, There was still nothing he could do.

Moreover, if the gods here cannot give him guidance and the "sadness" of the world continues to pile up, even if he can ensure that he does not go crazy among various sequential monsters and strange monsters, in the end, he may be forced to open the "devour" "similar" taboo.

From the perspective of the current situation, once the Zine Empire is destroyed, the "order" that has been built so hard is on the verge of bankruptcy. In a chaotic world, a messy era, and a turbulent current situation, where can he go?

But for a moment, Wright thought of the ideals he had always insisted on, as well as the secrets hidden in his body such as the red magic source power, time travel, gray dreams, and "Red-faced Hain".

After pondering for a long time, he raised his head, looked at Pusev with his eyes that gradually turned pure black, and said slowly but firmly:

"I think I will go to the north, which is Crusted. I heard that it is not only the location of the 'Eternal Red Lord', but also a country where the power in my body, including the [Order] profession, is highly related. I made a promise to a child However, I want to build a 'new era in which regional and racial differences disappear, no one rules, no one is ruled, and all races coexist peacefully and survive in an orderly manner.' I need the god 'Daughter of Tool Yuan' to give me real guidance, Instead of using Him.”

"In that case..." Puseff stroked his pistol, glanced at Wright with disappointed eyes, turned to George and said:

"He has lost the possibility of persuasion. I think force will be the only way out. After all, his power will be needed to decipher the secrets of the statue and open the 'forbidden door' to enter the divine realm."

"I agree, but let's stop worrying about him first and 'go light'. He will be more accepting of us." George tilted his head and waved his hand, saying with a gloomy face.

After nodding heavily, Pusev stepped forward and pushed Wright away, raised the "Lone Wolf Series" pistol, and pressed the muzzle of the gun on Brett's head, who was still in a dazed state.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

In front of Wright, Pusev bit his lip and fired all the bullets in his gun!

The next chapter is a complete battle chapter