Wasteland Echoer

Dak and the unknown Lost One in front of him seemed to have added abilities to their agility.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them ran hundreds of meters away.

By the time Wulfya reacted, except for Dak's vague shouts and sporadic gunshots, there were no traces of the two of them in his ears.

"This Dak has never been cautious and likes to take risks. Oh, let's chase him." Wofya sighed, but still raised the "Northern Bear" pistol and pointed it at the several "Wuxin" who were still squirming and struggling on the ground. He fired a few shots at the headless body of the man, then ran and chased him along the footprints.

As he chased deeper into the woods, Duck found that the cold air around him became more compact, and the dark bare branches became more dense. Their teeth and claws, twisted bodies, and ugly faces looked more and more like those in the area who were unwilling to suffer and struggled to climb. Out of the sinful body.

The snow under my feet was getting deeper and deeper. It was originally up to my ankles, but now it was almost close to my knees.

Fortunately, he is a person with special abilities, and his physical fitness, especially flexibility, is better than that of the Federation [Fighter] who has received strength training all year round. Moreover, he has been in the ice and snow all year round, so the pace of catching up is only limitedly affected.

But the lost man struggling to escape not far away in front of him seemed to be worse in this regard. In less than fifteen minutes, he was deep in the snow, panting and unable to move at all.

"Stop!" Dak shouted, and he had chased to a position less than five meters behind the Lost One.

Then, he quickly stopped and stood in the thick snow, holding his gun with both hands and aiming it at the back of the Lost Man's head.

Obviously, in this chasing game about agility, Dak has taken the lead and took the lead with his experience and skills.

But it seemed that the lost man in front of him did not have any fear or panic. He raised his hands to indicate that he did not hold weapons, and slowly and difficultly twisted his body in the snow to face Duck.

Immediately afterwards, he asked leisurely in a childish, boyish voice:

"Do you really want to arrest me? Federal soldier."

Looking at the Lost Man who was half a head shorter than him, wearing a leather trench coat, a hoodie, and a mask with twisted demonic patterns from the orthodox bishop culture, Dak sneered and replied decisively:

"Of course, you damn devils."

He never had a good look towards the lost.

"Creating explosions, causing chaos, destroying military facilities, obstructing trains, and deliberately harming humans. Even if you are a superpower, these actions are enough to put you in prison for several years, and besides, you are still an enemy. If you fall into my hands, Either be executed on the spot, or be arrested as a lost person and thrown into the research area to make some contribution to us.”

Although Duck's tone was slightly high-pitched, with a sense of disdain and contempt, his physical behavior was very cautious.

The spirit formation just now has gathered a lot of water-based magic power in his body. He wanted to observe the skills of the lost person in front of him so that he could make corresponding countermeasures based on the opponent's ability.

Although it is said that strike first, strike later to control others.

But this Eastern adage does not apply to any situation, such as now, when two people are confronting each other and do not know each other's details.

After listening to Dak's description of him, the lost man in front of him suddenly laughed unbridled.

The sharp, angry laughter lasted for several seconds, and the immature boy's voice came out of his throat again:

"Human beings are indeed the most arrogant, stupid, and ugliest creatures. Federal soldier, do you think that I who controlled that 'Explosive Bodyless Man' to launch an explosion and then struggled to escape was really because I was weak? You are too naive. You can only see the humble existence in front of the fog. You have no way of knowing the horror behind the thick gray fog. Do you want to arrest me? Do you want to fight me? Then come on! I am being The person whom the sequential god cares about!”

The Lost One spoke, murmuring the Chinese language used for spirit formation at high speed, and quickly gathered a blazing, magma-like fireball that suddenly expanded between his raised hands.

The original posture of surrender has dramatically turned into a favorable posture for displaying magic source power skills.

Seeing this, Dak suddenly understood something. He quickly put away his gun, surged with abundant water magic power, and muttered:

"ss.hikmiryuqir kunp. (Chinese: water cannon)"

As soon as he finished speaking, the water source in Duck's hand actually formed a small rocket launcher and was carried on his shoulder. Due to the cold temperature, it quickly turned into solid ice material. All the water cannons fired outward also turned into 'ice cannons'.

At the same time, the Lost One's fireball had expanded to the extreme. He roared like a beast and threw it towards Dak.

boom!

When ice and fire come into contact at an extreme distance, the flames melt the ice before they have time to exert their respective powers, and the spreading water droplets quickly neutralize the flames and turn into steam, rising upwards.

But it seemed that Dark's magic source power was even better. Before the ice rocket launcher dissipated, the two shells he fired escaped the blazing flames and turned into sharp ice cones, which happened to scratch the mask of the Lost Man.

The water vapor dissipated, and with a subtle "click" sound, the mask broke from the middle and fell into the snow.

Seeing that he could no longer hide it, the lost man simply took off his hoodie and revealed his true face.

"Child?" Duck asked in surprise.

The lost man in front of him looked like a young boy, about 12 years old. Underneath the short blond hair is a fair, slightly malnourished face.

A pair of blue eyes seemed to exude a light unique to machinery, the lips were white, the bridge of the nose was high, and the cheeks on both sides looked red due to the low temperature.

It is worth noting that there is a faint black gear mark near the earlobe of the young lost man, which is not very clear. It looks like a tattoo, and it is more likely to be some kind of birthmark that symbolizes identity.

"You are very powerful." The young lost man spoke first:

"You're not just human, are you? Just like me, not just the Lost One."

"Half-lost?" Dak blurted out, staring at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

"Since we have to meet in advance, Mr. Dark, my client, the Chaos Group's new [Chaos Inducer] 'Ice Blade' asked me to remind you in advance, there is no need to hide anything."

"Chaos Group? Is it an assassin organization that was established in the second era and still exists today? In other words, things will become more complicated. However, since you are the trustee, I need to know your identity." Dak said, and again He raised his gun in a semi-threatening posture.

"Since you asked the question sincerely, our Chaos Group will naturally tell you with mercy." The young lost man said high-spiritedly as if he was singing a poem from the previous era:

"My name is Lorca, and I come from the easternmost part of the Federation, outside the Far East. My father is a lost person, my mother is a low-status human, and I am indeed a semi-lost person."

"As you can see, one of the magic powers I use is flame. As for my occupation, my residence, and other tasks, I can't tell you."

"In that case..." Dak said solemnly:

"Then tell me the content of the so-called 'advance reminder' so that I can understand your purpose and behavior."

"Do you know the god who controls the flame?" Lorca did not answer Dak directly, but asked instead.

"Which one are you talking about? There are 235 gods described in "The Order of the Gods". Excluding those who fell in the south thirty years ago, there are still 234 gods." Duck asked in confusion.

"He has nothing to do with dragons, but with ice and snow. His domain is red, and the ice melts. He brings flames and gathers flames. He is the aggregate of all flames in the universe. The sun gives him deeper energy, and he is willing to be He controls," Lorca said affectionately.

"I understand, you want to say that the god who was called the 'Controller of Pramini' by us Crusaders thousands of years ago, who was rumored to have walked out of the divine domain and revealed his true form to the capital, is number 15: The Eternal Red One. Lord. Right?" Dak guessed, naming the god.

"That's right." Luo Ka nodded and said:

"Some time ago, Brother 'Bingren' heard a hurried cry in his dream. He could not remember most of the content, but there was only one word that appeared repeatedly, and it even lingered in his ears during the day, and that was 'Plamini' , the name for fire in Crusted’s earlier language.”

"Afterwards, he exhausted himself at midnight and found a bishop in Binglin Province. After his divination of the sequence cards, he actually came to the conclusion of 'order'. If you understand the sequence cards, Mr. Duck, you It will be very clear that with the magic source power surging, it is impossible to get this card. Unless..."

"Unless there is a [Order] who appears, and it is not very far away from us." Dark took over Lorca's words and said.

"Since you know, then I will paraphrase the words of Brother Ice Blade: 'Inexplicable flames appeared further north in the capital, and the thousand-year-old ice there melted. I heard that some people have seen monsters with wings. Having seen its shrill roar, under the red halo, some [Hunters] felt the power of the devil beyond the flames.'" Luo Ka said.

"The ice is melting... the flames... the winged monsters... the shrill screams and the red halo, and the 'magic power beyond the fire'? It's hard to understand... But I know, I will find a way to investigate by going to the capital. It’s about this. But..." Dak chuckled and asked:

"Who did the Ice Blade guy ask before entrusting you to find me? Also, since we had an unexpected meeting in advance, what was your intention in detonating the 'Heartless Man' to blow up the railway?"

"I don't know the first question either." Luo Ka waved his hands and made a classic shrug, then raised the corners of his mouth with a cold smile, closed his eyes slightly, lowered his head half-way, and said coldly:

"The second question... is naturally related to 'Plamini'. However, Brother 'Bingren' has entrusted me to bring you a gift. It is very expensive. Since we have met in advance, why not hand it over now? In your hands."

"What?" Duck asked, feeling uneasy in his heart.

He looked at Luo Ka who stretched his hands behind his back, and suddenly felt a strong sense of danger.

"What do you want to do!" Duck asked.

However, before he could fully react, Luo Ka turned into an afterimage and rushed towards him.

Immediately afterwards, a dagger made of bones, controlled by young hands, was aimed at his heart!