Wasteland Echoer

January 4th, 557th year of the New Lunar Calendar.

Crusted Federation, Binglin Province, capital Binglin City, federal strategic group residence accommodation area, room "-318" on the third negative floor.

When Duck woke up from his dream, he didn't wash up and go out immediately. Instead, he put the "old radio" on the sofa, and took advantage of the remaining chaos and fatigue to lie on the bed and take a nap.

It wasn't until the weak light repeatedly superimposed and turned into a still bright and straight "beam" that penetrated through the small window, and the whole room had a subtle and hazy sense of morning light, that he yawned, lifted up the thick white quilt, and stepped on it with bare feet Cross the cheap wooden floor, walk to the door, and flip the switch.

"Snapped!"

Bright light once again filled the bedroom room, and the darkness of the beam of light that was "intimidating" like a ghost with its teeth and claws spread out instantly disappeared, and it seemed to have returned to the endless vast, chaotic, and dark cosmic space.

"What time is it?" Duck said to himself as he moved his head, which was as heavy and stiff as a steel plate.

He glanced around the soft room and finally landed on the strange clock on the edge of the desk.

"It's strange. When I came in last night, apart from stationery and notebooks, I didn't see this clock on the table. Did someone give it to me? I guess not. I didn't hear anything all night long. Maybe I was too sleepy. Wovya is right, I shouldn't meddle in other people's business, get out of the car and fight with the 'unintentional people', which makes me exhausted." As he said that, he sat on the chair painted with red paint and couldn't help but grab the clock.

"Nine o'clock, neither early nor late."

Seeing that it was still early, Duck looked at this well-made clock that was incompatible with the simple furnishings in the dormitory.

As soon as his eyes met the hands of the clock, Duck's expression suddenly became serious.

He slammed the clock on the table and slapped himself several times.

He didn't stop until the buzzing sound in his ears and the burning pain came.

"This clock... has extraordinary power. If I hadn't felt its 'resonance' and 'resonance' and escaped in time, I would have been 'seduced' by it and lost my mind. Sure enough, our group came to the capital to participate.' Those who have studied military strategy have been targeted for a long time. Even if we arrived at the end, we were still trapped." Dak patted his chest and said happily:

"Thanks to my quick reaction. If I am confused by it and lose its nature, do something out of line, and be transferred back to Mayang City, it will be a minor matter. If I am induced to feel angry in my heart and act aggressively, I am afraid I will be arrested on the spot by the Capital Security Team. Killed. However, this thing has aroused my interest. Under the protection of the magic source, I want to see who can 'seduce' me." Dak snorted coldly and raised the corners of his mouth.

Then, he crossed his hands and silently recited the incantation for spirit formation:

"I pray to the Lord of the Night for protection."

"I look forward to the blessing of the water of eternal darkness."

"Please resonate with me, the eternal power."

"Assist me, protect me."

After reciting, Dark's gray eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of pure black, his hands glowed with a dense blue halo, and a weak whirlwind filled the room.

Taking a deep breath, Duck grasped the clock that he almost lost just now and looked at it again.

Its style is between classical and mechanical, a beautiful fusion.

The upper part is covered by a shiny metal shell, and the base below is made of expensive mahogany.

The outside of the clock hands is a layer of glass that has been wiped extremely clean, and sixteen metal buttons appear below, with engraved numbers and characters indicating their role in adjusting the time and setting the alarm.

The water magic power surged slightly, and through the outer shell, Duck saw the gems embedded in the upper and lower parts of the dial inside the clock, which were the source of extraordinary power.

One is the "Diamond of Extreme Cold" and the other is the "Heart of Silence". Although they are not rare, the arrangement up and down is in line with the "Two Resonance Formation" that was once popular in the Crusted Empire.

The former gem has the effect of aiding sleep, while the latter is often used for hypnosis. When the time shown by the hands is six o'clock, that is, the hour hand is downward and the minute hand is upward, the energy of the two will be connected and resonate, making people dare to gaze at the clock. The person will immediately fall into a deep sleep and allow himself to be manipulated.

"It seems that the person who placed the clock didn't want to kill me. He usually goes to bed at six in the morning, and not many people go back to the dormitory at six in the evening. There are few opportunities to stare at it. However, if you stare at it for a long time , the effect is not much different." Duck analyzed.

The water magic power continued to surge, and Dak saw a metal totem behind the dial. With the blessing of magical power, its true appearance becomes extremely clear.

It was carved on a palm-sized piece of brass. Judging from the traces of the lines, it was still new.

The content of the totem is roughly, "In the background of the city filled with steel steam, a long sword pierces a square mechanical heart. The splashing sparks spread outward, indicating that humans use force to regain control of 'order'."

"That's right, it's the 'Order Society', a strange organization that seems to be at odds with the Federation. They use Ivan XXII as their idol, and while assisting the Federation in combating 'unintentional people' and trying to restructure 'Order', they have been trying to find people hidden in the crowd. The descendants of the Rurik family in the country are trying to restore the 'great' empire." Dark thought:

"This makes sense. This 'clock of the Society of Order' is one of their countless little tricks. Although it cannot give the Federation a fatal blow, it can at least make it disgusting and add trouble in vain. It seems that on the surface, it is festive and joyful. Under the atmosphere, there is an unexpectedly complicated situation hidden.”

Silently reciting Middletonese, a mysterious and extraordinary old-time spirit-twining language, Dak slowly withdrew his magic power to prevent the power emitted by the clock from inadvertently eroding his body.

Looking around the room, Duck pulled off the white pillow cover and attached an imperceptible layer of magic power to it, using it as a temporary material to block magic. He endured the increasingly strong shaking feeling, wrapped the clock, and pulled away the pile beside it. He opened the small "workshop" full of debris and quickly twisted the guard to lock the door.

As if stimulated by the sudden vibration, a faint black halo spread rapidly outwards from the door, violent airflow blew through the room, papers flew, and even the electric lights began to flicker.

After a few seconds, the excitement and catharsis of energy ended. Duck wiped the sweat from his face, panted heavily, tiredly supported the wall, bent over, and slowly stood up.

"Sure enough... it's... an ominous thing." Dak cursed quietly, moved with difficulty, endured the sudden tearing pain, walked to the bed and sat down.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a heart-piercing pain in his brain, as if it was being bitten by millions of insects. In a daze, he stepped off the "Beijin" train yesterday to fight with the "Explosive Unintentional Man" and chased the lost boy wearing a mask. The messy memories flashed in his mind.

Faintly, he seemed to remember a few scattered words.

"Chaos Group"...'Ice Blade'. It seems that the boy who fought with me mentioned...this term repeatedly.

When the pain subsided, Duck took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The various strange events he encountered in the past two days and related words were flying in front of his eyes. In the dark vision, he tried to twist his body and tried his best. Ming stretched out his hands to catch a stray thought.

However, at this moment...

bump!

The small door of the room was pushed open violently, and the person who came was the neatly dressed Wulfya.

He glanced around the room briefly and saw Duck slumped on the ground. Without thinking too much, he rushed to his side in one stride and sat face to face on his knees, shaking his shoulders desperately.

After about half a minute, Dak opened his eyes in confusion. Just when Wulfya's typical Crusted face came into his eyes, all the auditory hallucinations and visual hallucinations just disappeared instantly.

The surrounding space stopped flickering and turned into an incandescent light that provided a sense of security.

"Are you okay, Dark?" Wulfya asked with concern.

"I... to be precise, I'm very bad." Dak said weakly:

"I think we are involved in an extremely complicated whirlpool, Wulfya, I have a vague feeling that our capital is getting more and more dangerous here."

"Don't be unreasonable, Dak. Even if there is danger, it is not something we can control. At best, we can adapt to changes." Wofya stroked Dak's black hair, as if comforting a frightened kitten, and said softly:

"It's good that you're not out of control, Duck. I've always been worried about your body, especially the power in your body. The old fortune teller from Vladia Village, north of Mayan City, which was destroyed by the 'wave of unintentional people', has long been I told you that as long as you are not recognized by the sequence card and enter the career path, that power will always be restless and make you fall into hallucinations time and time again."

"But its performance in your body is not very powerful, unless you lose all [humanity], let [animal nature] take over the world, and become a monster. Do you know? The wall material here is not good. Half an hour ago I When I heard you talking vaguely to yourself, I thought you were studying, but I didn't expect an explosion. It was simply an energy fluctuation in the realm of magic. If it was really a bomb, it would be too late to save you."

"Wulfya..." Dak said with a cry:

"I had a nightmare, and I was called by Him. In the dream, He said that 'Plamini' and 'Lord of Eternal Red' were nearby. If I didn't find Him as soon as possible, He would become Monster, destroy everything.”

"Who is he?" Wulfya asked curiously.

"The characteristic of the 'Gray Dream' is forgetfulness. I...have forgotten his appearance. I only vaguely remember that he calls himself the 'Echoer'. I also remember that the area where he is is very dark, with trees and totems." , is an altar. I... seem to have talked with Him a lot, and he hopes that I can go to the ruins under the ice in the wasteland to save him. Judging from the information he gave me, that place may be south of Demon Annihilation City." Duck recalled.

He tried hard to recall, trying to get more from the scattered memory fragments, but except for the increasingly strong sense of emptiness and illusion, the memory like a silent pool did not create more ripples in the end.

"If I remember correctly, Dark, the power in your body needs to be neutralized by the supreme element 'Plamini' of the 'Lord of Eternal Red'. This is also the reason why you have been wandering from the Water Province to the Icefield Province for ten years. Maybe it’s because he ventured from Russ Province to the east of the extreme cold zone, and finally settled in Mayan City with great difficulty.” Wulfya half-armed Duck, looking up at the ceiling stained with sporadic dirt, and said melancholy.

"That's right." Dak nodded and said:

"It seems... from the moment I was born, this power has existed in my body. I remember a wanderer said that it belonged to the old gods and was inextricably linked to the ancient gods of the deep sea. No one can do it. No one dared to name it, and in all my years of wandering, I only found out that it was the product of the union between one of Dipser's slaves and the Lord of the Night."

"So in me, it manifests as the power of water and magic in the sequence. Wulfya, I originally thought that the days when I became a 'alien monster' wandering in the east in those few years are slowly becoming a thing of the past. Especially after joining the 'Special Monster' After the mission, I thought I would never have to devour the same kind again. But recently, I feel that the power is getting weirder and more violent. Wofya, I finally became a human, and I... I'm really afraid that I will be evil again. Manipulate and turn into a bloody beast."

"Relax." Wulfya comforted her as softly as possible:

"The Lord of Dark Night will protect you and me, and the Lord of Eternal Red will also respond to your call and bless you in the dark. Let's do this. When this 'military strategy study' is over, I will take you back to Mayang City , submitted a resignation report to our strategy team. I have saved a lot of money in the past few years, enough for us to have an impulsive adventure. When the time comes, I will buy the latest 'Augustus' brand Mechanical combat vehicle, and buy some rifles, rocket launchers, grenade guns, and bullets. The remaining money is enough for us to buy food and medicine in the villages and strongholds along the way."

"At that time, we will set off northward along Mayan City, rush through the 'Unintentional Wave Area', cross the ice and snow wasteland, and after finding the 'Lord of Yongchi' and 'Plamini', we will How about living in Yaocheng for a while?"

After hearing Wulfya's "detailed" plan, Dak held back his tears and showed a long-lost smile.

Then, he nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, and pretended to be nonchalant:

"Sounds okay."

"Oh, right." Dak pulled away Wulfya's broad hand on his shoulder, stood up and said:

"I remember that the 'Echoer' gave me a sequential monster in my dream. I thought it should be the 'mission deposit' to help him escape from pain. Look, this is it."

With that said, Duck quickly walked over to the worn-out red leather sofa with a sponge pulled out of the cracks, and picked up the sequential monster thrown on it.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled up Wovya who was still sitting on the wooden floor, walked to the table, and pushed the metal, rusty, box-like object in front of Wovya.

"Radio?" Wulfya asked in confusion: "The so-called sequential monster is actually a radio?"

"Yes, it is MB-1666: an old radio. I still remember what the Echoer told me in my dream. He seemed to say that the music inside will neutralize the 'sad' in my body and bring peace to our souls. Bring on the washing.”

"That's it. It is indeed mysterious and extraordinary enough to be called a sequential monster." Wulfya looked at it carefully and said with emotion:

"In our 'Glory of the Double-Headed Eagle' era, when industry was extremely prosperous, this was a necessity that every household had. Unfortunately, for more than five hundred years, the 'unintentional crisis' has been raging, resulting in the loss of our originally wonderful technological products. It turned into nothing and became a 'technology left over from ancient times'."

"It's a pity that after the last radio station was destroyed by 'unintentional people' three hundred years ago, the empire has never rebuilt even one. These technologies, the Federation would rather forget them."

"Okay, Duck, I'm also curious about what kind of music comes out of the 'radio.' Try turning it on."

"Yes." Wright nodded in agreement.

He was unexpectedly able to operate items he had never used before.

After extending the antenna, pressing the button, and adjusting the sound and channel, the melodious Putoya-style country tunes sung by women finally came out of the "old radio."

“Why do birds keep chirping?”

"Why doesn't the sound of the piano stop playing?"

“Why is the whistle still calling?”

"Why is it so difficult to find dawn in the long night?"

"I want to wake up in the sunny morning."

"I would like to walk on a beach as warm as spring."

"I would like to feel the glory of the morning sun in the forest."

"I would like to hear the psalms of the Lord recited in church."

"Let the long night pass quickly."

"Come tomorrow."

"I'm looking forward to it."

"A new world has come."

When the music stopped and only the noisy sound of electricity was left in the "old radio", Dak wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and asked Wovya:

"What do you think of this music?"

"This singing..." Wulfya choked:

"It is indeed cleansing my soul. It seems that it has been lingering in the world before I was born, soothing my lost soul. It... is enough to give me a reason to live, even if today is the end of human civilization."

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