Wasteland Echoer

"I thought you knew." Alexander smiled bitterly:

"Or at least you know some of the rumors that belong here."

"Of course." Dak nodded and said:

"I heard that one of the former leaders of the 'Chaos Group', 'Xuemo', was tortured to death here. Many officials, including those who opposed Ivan XXII's policies, were also arrested here after disappearing."

"You are right, but this is history. For example, the assassin 'Xuemo' you just mentioned was indeed imprisoned here, which is the prison we are standing in now." Alexander stretched out his "weird and strong" arm , bent down with all his strength, beat the ground, and said:

"The concrete floor here has not been replaced for more than a thousand years, but it is still as new as ever. Duck, do you know the reason?"

Duck shook his head and said nothing, but stared blankly at the ground where Alexander and the two of them were standing.

"Because it's in his blood."

"Blood?" Duck said in surprise, squatting down and looking at the plain concrete floor carefully.

Yes, the ground in the cell in Senal Prison was no different from similar buildings he had seen in any federal city, but in a state of surging magic power, Dark took off his gloves and gently used his fingers to Even if you touch it, you still feel a sense of desolation, loneliness and fear with ghosts lurking underneath.

"He is the [Causing Chaos]. To me, his entire body is a good medicine and weapon. The 'brain loons' created by his brain can invade the lives of hundreds of people called 'extraordinary people'." Spirit, manipulate them to become the supreme power lurking in the darkness.”

"His heart mixture is said to be a divine thing from the universe - the fruit of a silver-white towering tree that suddenly grew after being buried in the 'Life Seed' numbered MB-103. It is enough to treat any level of mental power. Missing. I was lucky enough to devour the fruit that mixed the aroma of apples, bananas, kiwis, cantaloupes and ice grapes once. In a trance, I seemed to have turned into a ball of energy and entered a higher-dimensional universe. Speaking of returning to the ground..."

Alexander stood up and said:

"The blood of 'Xue Mo' is the supreme being. He liked to suck the blood of losers when he was alive, but he does not belong to the vampire clan. Naturally, the nutrients brought by those people's blood precipitated and accumulated in his body, and finally From quantitative transformation to qualitative transformation, he became a swift, powerful and powerful 'human monster'."

"However, during the two weeks he was imprisoned, the then emperor Ivan the Short-lived ordered people to use syringes to extract nearly all of his blood. He did not order to stop until he was convulsing in the electric chair."

"What kind of extraordinary effect does his blood have that makes the emperor value it so much? Is it just because the mixed cement products will not be damaged?" Duck asked doubtfully, pounded the ground a few times, and followed suit. .

"No, it's not." Alexander shook his head, "If we talk about service life, corrosion resistance, extrusion resistance, and resistance to heavy weapons attacks, what is left over from the old empire is the Si used on the door next to us. Dun'en is enough. In terms of output and cost, it has many advantages over his blood."

"It's just that the cement mixed with blood is used here, and it means testing."

"What does testing mean?" Duck asked confused.

"If you don't have a powerful magic source, or the blessing of a higher-level profession, or you are favored by the gods, from the moment you are thrown into this cell, you will have a brain hemorrhage, a broken heart, and missing eyes, and you will be crazy. I committed suicide. At least, during the hundred years that I contributed to the Federation, no one came in or out of this cage, except you." Alexander glanced at Duck meaningfully and continued:

"There is a 'magic factor' in its blood that causes chaos, plus it continues to emit a 'catalyst' that consumes mental power. Without the strong resistance of the magic power, in the end, the whole body is destined to collapse, and the skin, flesh, internal organs and... Death from bones falling apart.”

“For example, former Chief Executive ‘Trailblazer’ Viking Vladimir…”

"Was he killed?" Dak asked first.

"That's not true." Alexander explained:

"His 'enemy', the former Deputy Chief of Administration, leader of the strategic group, and commander-in-chief of the 'First Response Group Army' before Binglin City, K. Nebsnov Vladimiski, only disobeyed the Vikings. My lord, who ordered me to die for the counter-attack on Yonchi Town in the Icefield Province, was dismissed from his post and imprisoned here."

"He is an imposing soldier, with a sense of majesty that is arrogant in the world. However, he is far worse than you. He only stayed for five minutes before he became crazy. Not only did he chant the title of the Lord of the Night, but he also said that he had seen 'Evil spirit'. Later, he jumped from the top of the small building of a nursing home in Feng Town, Binglin Province, and died."

"Of course..." Alexander spit out a small, flesh-colored object like a snake-like letter from his throat, flopping around in a chaotic circle. After returning to his original position with the overflowing viscous liquid, he once again let out a crazy, epileptic, Endless laughter.

It lasted for about five or six minutes before he took a deep breath and continued:

"Of course, many high-order lost persons imprisoned here are no different from normal humans. After my 'knowing' ability insight, they were sent to the deeper experimental area of ​​​​the prison to pay their due obligations to mankind and the Federation. According to As far as I know, the latest research results have found that the lifespan of a lost person is about 200-350 years, and they have to endure five times more pain than humans who only have a lifespan of 40-60 years under heavy pressure."

"But in the past fifty years, the leaders of the 'Order Society' and the 'Chaos Group' have changed a total of five times. If you think about it, you will know what is going on." Alexander showed a strange smile.

"They were all... sent to people... to make contributions to us?" Dak guessed in disbelief.

"Perhaps so, perhaps not so, no one knows, no one is known. It is said that this view comes from the religion of the East."

"The people of Khitan, or more accurately the people of the Fire Empire, generally believe in religions that are not influenced by the gods of the Western Continent. The first is 'tao', which is 'morality'; the second is 'shan', which is 'Zen' . These two Eastern religions are almost unaffected by the two systems of sequential gods and ancient gods. They are like two huge cruise ships isolated from human society, moving forward in the vast ocean according to predetermined trajectories."

"Dak, through insight into your past, I discovered your confusion, helplessness, entanglement, and escape. You were tortured by the chaos, fear, madness, and manic experiences in the past, and you took the initiative to close yourself off and gave up on further steps. Comprehend the 'divine' and gain the possibility of more sequence cores."

"Indeed." Dak nodded and shook his head helplessly, "I don't want to be a 'alien monster' anymore. I am a human being, forever human. The journey in the past was a derailed train, and I have no ability to turn it around." As I was derailed, I had to choose to jump off the train and escape in order to avoid the damage caused by the subsequent explosion."

"Dake, escaping will only make you gradually lose confidence in the future in a more painful and desperate 'normal' life, and eventually become an outcast of the times. I heard that when humans reduce their demands on nature, the gods He will come back to the world and guide the new order." Alexander advised:

"The Khitanlis believe that 'your experiences, your thoughts, your actions, and your perceptions are just vague echoes in the void. 'Everything is void, and void is everything.' The past is only what binds you. A yoke.'"

"Dak, do you think that you as a 'alien monster' and you now are the same life form?" Alexander asked a complicated question.

Dak thought carefully for a while, then slowly answered:

"I think not. I am a human now, and I was a monster in the past. The two should not be confused."

"That's right." Alexander guided in a gentle tone:

"Since you in the past have nothing to do with you now, what are you afraid of? You are a human now and will never be recognized as a monster again. For you, the part of the memory that you actively sealed is just the story of 'others' . What terrible stories have you not read about humans who were born in the Wasteland Era?"

"So." Duck was silent for a long time, staring at the holy light shining down from the skylight, like the silk worn by an angel. He raised his head and murmured:

"Should I make peace with the past?"

…

Crusted Federation, Iceland Province, capital of Iceland City, "Apeland Palace Area", residence of "K-1003".

In the early morning, the capital city that had experienced the "fireworks of the past" was covered with a thick layer of fog. Even though the winter haze gradually faded away, the breath of spring quietly spread through the simple frosted glass in the country blessed by ice and snow. Through the window, "Thunder Page" could still only see a layer of intoxicating white light.

Turning his gaze back to the ceiling of the room, "Thunder Leaf", who was favored by divine purity, experienced the ups and downs unique to humans, and the incomparable feeling when he was pursuing "Plamini" and the "God of Fire" echoed in his mind. of excitement and excitement.

With her emotions constantly tumbling and her thoughts wandering almost uncontrollably between clarity and confusion, the corners of her mouth kept rising, and the joy in her heart gradually filled her entire body.

When her memory returned to the battlefield a few years ago when the federal army was fighting against "unintentional people" and she saw the life-and-death scene where the federal "desert howitzers" were fired, tears flowed out of her mouth unconsciously. , even the body was shaking uncontrollably because of the fear in the memory.

Her body was blessed with inexplicable pleasure, and she was enveloped in joy that should not have happened. She gasped in horror, silently recalling the seven deadly sins of "Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Envy, Pride, and Wrath" in her heart, and felt sorry for the only one. I sincerely confess to the "rightful Lord" from the bottom of my heart what I have not recalled.

With tears of "regret" in his eyes, "Lei Ye" slowly stood up after overcoming the extreme mental exhaustion. He suppressed the inexplicable violent beating of his heart and stared at the still thick fog outside the window.

Until, behind her came the unique green voice of "Yin Min":

"Ms. Thunder Page, do you think the 'monster' will reconcile with himself?"

"Reconciliation? I don't know." "Leiye" shook his head, caressed his traditional-style dress, looked at the gold-outlined wheat pattern, and replied:

"But last time, the newly promoted [Chaos Inducer] finally chose to push open the iron door that bound his destiny and chose the magical world. Since he abandoned 'steam', it means that he has admitted that he is right. The identity of the ‘lost’, in other words, our kind.”

"'Same kind', indeed, this is the best." "Yin Min", who was also blessed by divine purity, said slightly helplessly:

"However, the federal administrator, Mr. Vasily, prefers that such 'similar people' be 'assimilated' or disappear completely."

"Do you know? 'Thunder Page'. He is forming an 'extraordinary team', trying to construct a set of theories explained by 'scientific' for all things related to 'magic' and 'mystery'. In other words..."

"If the theory is completed..." "Leiye" said quickly:

"Occult science will be swallowed up by 'science' and cease to exist, right?"