Wasteland Echoer

New Lunar Calendar 557, July 2, Crusted Federation, Extreme Cold Zone, Area A (Old Yashuang Area), "Chaos Group" and "Enlightenment Sect" joint camp, warehouse area, "A" factory underground.

"You came?"

The low, hoarse, slightly trembling voice of a middle-aged man echoed in the dim, humid underground factory building with only a little light coming from the top vent. It seemed to be responding to the subtle and dull "papa" footsteps.

The person who spoke was "Ice Blade". The battle with "Red Armor" three days ago caused his body to suffer heavy and irreversible damage. Although he received first aid from the lost people who knew medical knowledge in the "Chaos Group", the magic source power The excessive wear and tear, coupled with the insertion of the "Ice Blue Bone Blade" into his heart, still caused the leader of the "Chaos Group" to suffer. He was seriously injured and could barely stand up.

But as long as the struggle between the Federal Council and the Lost Organization to explore the "man-made lake" and the "deep ruins" does not end, there is always the possibility of a large-scale battle breaking out.

Faced with the increasingly gunpowder situation in the extreme cold zone, even if only one talking head is left, "Ice Blade" must personally advance the progress of all scheduled plans.

When the footsteps came closer and closer, and finally stopped, "Ice Blade" pursed his white lips and looked up at the person with a smile.

"'Ice Blade'..." The person came first, and a young man's voice pretended to be low and mature:

"I heard that 'Red Armor' is dead and you are also seriously injured. I have no choice but to come from the 'Sunset Stronghold' in Area E to the east. I have to say that the driving skills of those old guys under you are real. Okay, it’s almost as fast as a federal plane, but it’s still so smooth, look at me, there’s no bump at all.”

"That's good, Gleb Dacris." "Ice Blade" nodded slightly, took a few deep breaths, struggled to lean on the temporary armrest of the dilapidated sofa, and tried his best to support the weak one who might fall down at any time. body and said:

"I estimate that in less than two weeks... phew... the Federal Council will launch an operation against us. Either they will forcefully occupy our newly built tent camp near the 'man-made lake', or... they will start a war."

"If a war breaks out, 'Ice Blade'... Chief, can you go to the front like this?" Gleb asked with some distress.

Although, in the organizations of the Lost, especially in the "Chaos Group", the senior leaders do not need to directly call "Ice Blade" "leader", but seeing the weak look of "Ice Blade", Gleb's heart was filled with confusion. It evokes a dangerous "emotion" called sympathy and expresses respect in the title.

After a few seconds of silence, and seeing that the Ice Blade did not answer the question, Gleb simply sat barefoot and cross-legged on the cold cement floor, looking up at the Ice Blade.

The light coming in from the outside happened to shine on his child-like, tender, white, delicate, bright and clear face at this moment, and it happened to make the darkness that seemed to be influenced by a great dark thing condensed in the depths of the universe completely " "Swallowing" the other half of the face, which was a superimposed body of old days, eyeballs, and tentacles.

Gleb, who came in a hurry this time, did not put on the black Cuptoyan magic short robe that he had worn deliberately during the battle with the "Wind Mine", because his power belonging to the old gods had not yet been fully restored, and he had not yet fully recovered. I was so offended by the "future" words that I now have a bit of fearful awe towards them.

After all, the power of the old gods can cause machinery to age and corrode instantly, turning it into a worn-out metal skeleton. It can also cause the user's body to decay and lead to death.

Simply, he chose a white "old empire-style combat uniform." Made of polyester, filled with cotton inside, the hands and feet are tightly bound, making it very convenient for the wearer to move. At the same time, the clothes have rare plastic protective gear on the joints of the body, and a set of hard body armor is "embedded" in the chest and back. .

The "Ice Blade" who looked Gleb up and down seemed to be impressed by the technological content of this "old empire-style combat uniform". After all, many of the seemingly lavish inventions of the old empire were either flashy or just concepts. Otherwise, Vasily would have been able to form a powerful technological team and wipe out all the lost ones.

After patting the dust on his white clothes, Gleb showed a rare and innocent smile that belonged to a child, then lowered his head and asked "Ice Blade":

"How long can we persist? In other words, how far can we persist?"

For "Ice Blade", this problem is quite acute, but also very pragmatic. If it was in the era of the old empire, if subordinates asked their leaders similar questions, it would be a precursor to rebellion. However, "Ice Blade", who knew his physical condition, still answered truthfully:

"I... never thought that 'Red Armor' was a member of the Federation Council, let alone noticed the [Guardian] aura on him. He was so well concealed that when I reacted, I wanted to duel with him... The duel will resolve the issue When the question came up, I was already passive.

"You also know that there is only a thin line between the 'Guardian' sequence group and the 'Chaos' sequence group, but they are two distinct and completely hostile parts of 'goodness' and 'chaos'. Even though our ranks may be close, I The power is naturally suppressed. Gleb...you also know that in the eyes of gods, justice is far more convenient to rule than evil."

"So, that old guy from 'Red Armor' beat you like this? His magic source power is of the earth type. It could break your bones at most, but I can clearly feel the ice and snow fragments remaining in your heart. Leader, I am also a user of dark magic power." Gleb moved forward and said curiously.

"It's me. This is the arrangement of the goddess of fate, the ruthless turning of the wheel of fate." "Ice Blade" raised his head, looked at the dimmed light coming from the outside world, and sighed:

"During the fierce battle, in order to resist the earth-type magic power of the 'Red Armor', my own 'Ice Blue Bone Blade' was inserted into my own heart. You also know that although the heart of the Lost One and the 'Bone Blade' belong to the same Blue, but our heart is a machine, and what supports its operation is the 'burning liquid' that appears as a blue flame.

"The blue in the 'Ice Blue Bone Blade' condenses the power of darkness and ice. If these powers overflow, they will continue to absorb heat when attached to the body until the two temperatures are consistent. And the dark magic source power is innate In conflict with the 'burning liquid', the two powers will purify, expel and collide with each other. Once they are truly fused together, they will fight endlessly in my body until one of them disappears completely."

"So now, leader, you are... losing your balance?" Gleb asked.

"That's right. If you want to ensure survival, the power of darkness will be completely swallowed up. If you want to ensure strength, the heart will be destroyed and turned into scrap metal. And no matter which power prevails, I will die." "Ice Blade" explained:

"Even if sequential monsters like the 'Dark Drive Core' pour dark power into me, they cannot reverse this process. Just like in this wasteland world, once the unbalanced Pandora's box is opened, unless one party is completely destroyed, otherwise , the disaster will continue.

"Gleb, I am actually very aware of my body. After so many years of exposure to extraordinary things and 'unintentional people', my body has long been riddled with holes. Even though the characteristics of the Lost One can extend my life, the source of magic The continuous improvement of my strength can reshape my body, but when a few more decades pass, I will also fall into long-term physical and mental pain. Those lost people who have survived for a long time in the world will either Become a lunatic yourself, or just endure it by force.”

"So... Chief, what are you going to do now?" Gleb asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Complete what I can do." "Ice Blade"'s eyes suddenly became firm and sharp, and he replied:

"I will persist until the road to the interior of the 'Bitter Ruins' is found, the 'Axe of Pramini' matures, and 'Ato' is truly reborn. The road is found and our talents continue to enter there, Until we reach the 'lowest bottom', the rich 'sorrow' condensed there will be absorbed by the mature version of 'Plamini's Ax' and lose its harm. In this way, we can retrieve the chip and put it into Asia To find the last 'evolution platform' in the east. Gleb, I hope you can destroy that 'evolution platform' with your own hands in the future... and... the terrifying one that can control people's hearts. 'Mind Console' to avoid real crises...and disasters."

"That's natural." Gleb replied with a bitter smile:

"I will do it without your instructions, leader. But...since you mentioned 'death', I would like to ask one more question, who will take your place after the operation of 'Suffering Deep Ruins' this time?" Of course, I have already been recognized by the sequence group. I am not a 'chaos' sequence group, so I am naturally not qualified. So, leader, who do you want?"

"Of course it's not you and me, let alone other leaders. None of you are [causing chaos]. Of course, I have been training Luo Ka for several years. Although he is not too old, he can pierce the 'Red Armor' with his own hands." His heart shows that he is mature enough. But he still has no possibility of being recognized by the 'Chaos' sequence group." "Ice Blade" analyzed:

"Perhaps, the future of our 'Chaos Group' will really be as predicted by 'Leiye' in the divination."

"What prophecy?"

"The future leader will be a 'chaotic person living outside the order, an ice holder close to the flames, a conscious collapse person, a lonely person surrounded by countless humans, a human being who is a monster, and a prisoner who longs for freedom.' "Ice Blade" replied.

Immediately afterwards, after resting for a while, he felt that he had regained a little strength. He stood up from the shabby sofa with support, "pulled up" Gleb, and said:

"Let's go, the 'Thunder Page' and the 'Pojun' of the 'Order Society' said that Yato is about to wake up. They are at the bottom here to 'protect' and 'awaken' the incubator in Yato's laboratory. beside."