Wasteland Echoer

"Heartless people, or...lost ones? How did they invade here?" Wright said.

Looking at the nurse's messy short hair, the constantly trembling upper body with dark red blood oozing out, and the "bear claws" struggling to grab inward at the door, Wright's lips began to tremble unconsciously.

His heart seemed to be injected with some kind of adrenaline-stimulating drug. After a brief pause, it began to beat violently.

With trembling hands, Wright raised the "Bear" pistol parallel to the center of his eyebrows. In the shortest time possible, he followed the habit in the memory fragments, closed his left eye tightly, and used his right eye to aim through the simple sight. "Bear Claw".

Miscellaneous whispers flashed past his ears at an inappropriate time, and several messy blood-stained images suddenly appeared in his mind.

After slowing down his breathing as much as possible and taking a deep breath, Wright decisively pulled the trigger.

bump! bump!

Two expensive silver bullets whizzed through the air. Due to the power of the "Crazy Bear" pistol, especially the unique power attached to the unintentional and the lost, the bullets were fired at the moment when they first contacted the "Bear Claws". In an instant, a violent fiery red light burst out.

In an instant, the "Bear Claw" was broken off the unintentional man's arm, and a circular and terrifying trace of black and crimson was left on the white walls of the hospital.

"Roar!"

The unintentional people outside the door who acted on instinct obviously did not expect that the sick and wounded in the Migov temporary hospital could explode with such precise and powerful fighting power.

From the moment it puts its claws into the door and the terrified nurse flees into the room, to Wright using the "Bear" pistol to resolve the fight.

The entire process takes no more than three seconds, which is also the requirement of Socra City for the exclusive training content of the escort - firearms training.

"Roar!" Wu Xinren's broken throat once again made a beast-like sound.

Immediately afterwards, its other claw, which was closer to humans and stained with light blood and as white as wall leather, quickly reached into the room with a heavy sound, like a hammer hitting the ground.

Also coming in was a pale, twisted face with one eyeball covered with bloodshot eyes and bulging outward, and the other eyeball was scratched and cracked by an unknown object. There was also a man with a blue light on his chest who was following him. His chest was constantly flashing with the rhythm of his heartbeat, and there were a few pieces of cheap brown cloth hanging that couldn't cover his body.

At this moment, there was no time to think too much. After all, human beings generally respond to emergencies in 0.3 seconds, but after all, Brett and Wright were specially trained members of the escort team in Sogra City.

Just for a moment, the black eyes and green pupils looked at each other. The muzzles of the "Crazy Bear" brand pistols held by Wright and Brett respectively and the "Socrate A" rifle uniformly configured for the army by the "Tool Yuan" factory were facing each other at the same time. Targeting the chest area of ​​the unintentional person.

bump!

Two bullets of different materials were poured into Wu Xinren's solid chest at the same time along with flying sparks.

Only one second passed, and along with the ferocious expression on Wu Xinren's face, his body and his consciousness lost contact forever in an instant.

"Hey, Brett, what's going on? Didn't you say in your impromptu meeting yesterday that the detection of the Wuxin people is still four or five days away from here? How come they invaded here like this? And I didn't notice it at all?" Wright mixed up. He asked with doubtful emotions, staring at Brett's fully armored body.

"Hey, evacuate first. I'll tell you later. And Wright, there are almost four to five hundred Heartless people outside now. The legion people left here plus us estimate that there are only more than a hundred people. If there are Lost Ones leading these Heartless People , I'm afraid our enemies will increase. You just need to remember one thing, Wright, in war, unexpected attacks on unprepared enemies are often the most effective." Brett said perfunctorily in a rich voice.

"Surprise and attack unprepared? Is this how you use the philosophy of the Eastern countries? But it is true." Wright muttered, but the movements in his hands did not stop.

In just fifteen seconds, Wright folded several pieces of daily clothing into the outer layer of an earth-yellow military backpack in a room that smelled of blood and putrid smell. The certificate, the reissued and brightly printed Guard member certificate, and the remaining 800 yuan of new coins that he had not yet had time to deposit into the Sogra Industrial Bank were placed in the innermost mezzanine that was not easily discovered.

Then, he pulled up the heavy khaki military backpack from one end, and the other strap naturally fell to the left side of his body, making it easier to carry it on his back.

He even connected the two sides of the backpack on his abdomen, and pinched the straps used to fix the body together. After making sure that the backpack would not slip casually, he picked up the heavy "Bear Bear" pistol with both hands and fired at Brett. said:

"Let's go to the back door of the town now? Brett, you know the way, take me there. You know, I have been lying in the hospital these days, except for going to the Migov church next door."

Just as Brett reached out to wipe the sweat from his short silver hair and forehead, he suddenly heard a bubbling "gurgling" sound like a water pipe.

In doubt, he stretched out his left hand wearing a black glove, and half-raised the "Socrate A" rifle with his right hand, focusing all his attention on the nurse who had just escaped into the room.

Under the suspicious gazes of the two people, the nurse with metal eyes with half broken lenses and short hair suddenly convulsed all over.

She was shaking constantly, and in addition to fear, there was also a look of longing for mercy in her eyes.

But dark red blood flowed out uncontrollably from his mouth and ears, and her heart began to emit little bits of imperceptible red light.

If you reach out and touch it, the temperature in that area is rising rapidly. According to the Zine Empire's years of research on the mutation stage of the Heartless, the heart of a semi-Heartless at this stage is probably equivalent to boiling water.

"Wright, she's mutating. She's probably hopeless." Brett's voice contained no trace of human emotion.

"Can't potions No. 13 and 16 work? She is still a human being." Wright said in a panic.

"As expected, it's still you, Wright. It's not okay to tell the truth." Brett shook his head, raised the "Socrate A" rifle with both hands and said:

"Humans mutated by the power of the Lost can be saved, but the infection of the angry pure or alien Heartless will develop very quickly. It is impossible to rescue. When I rushed into the hospital just now, I saw that she had been bitten by the Heartless. A few places, barely allowing her to survive for a while. So Wright, why don't you execute her. When the battle is reported, it will be counted as yours."

A strange, imperceptible smile appeared under Brett's brown mask.

You want me to be executed again?

Wright felt a trace of nausea in his heart, as well as the inexplicable guilt that arose when he was forced to execute the mutated uncle in Socra underground more than ten days ago.

Forcibly suppressing the surge of stomach acid and indescribable panic, Wright took a deep breath in the tight time, and seemed to use all his strength to raise the "Bear Bear" pistol and aim it at the mutating woman.

Guilt? No, this is a rule set by the Creator. The law of the jungle has always been the rule of the wasteland world.

Wright breathed a sigh of relief and tried his best to calm down the discomfort in his heart. After all, this was the first time he had actively eliminated a living "human being" without guidance in a true sense.

It must be done, they want to mutate into unintentional "human beings", they are our enemies. I have already been suspected once by Germany because of this inexplicable emotion. This big man Brett is a friend who has protected me and a comrade in arms who has been through life and death.

In this world full of enemies, I may only have a few friends who belong to the human camp. They are the same kind and they are familiar to me.

Human beings will always unconsciously be close to their own kind, and fear races that are similar in appearance to themselves, but obviously different.

If you want to become a true [Order] in the future, a king + pope who rules over everything, you must abandon some non-human emotions, including inner guilt.

You can't lose friends, you can't be doubted by others, you are Wright, you are the member of the Socratic Guard who has been through life and death.

Wright tried his best to eliminate the thoughts and inexplicably rolling images in his brain, including the whispers in his ears again.

He took another deep breath, accompanied by a strange red light in his eyes.

He pulled the trigger of the "Crazy Bear" pistol, and a special silver bullet instantly penetrated the mutated woman's chest, spurting out a sea of ​​scorching hot water that had the ability to burn. "burning liquid".

"Wright." Brett reached out and patted Wright on the shoulder and said:

"You are finally back. This is the Wright I know. I know there is some unspeakable secret in you, and I can foresee that the road from here to Chekavsk is full of dangers. But I promise you , as long as I can take you there alive, I will tell you everything about you, the Lost Swamp, and General George. The premise is, alive."

"May the Goddess of Light bless you." Wright said silently in his heart.

"May the Lord of the Night bless you." Brett prayed in his heart.

…

Amidst the sporadic gunshots produced by the city of Sogra, Brett pulled Wright and fled out of the hospital where there were sporadic unintentional intruders.

Although Wright's body received expensive treatment in the hospital, most of his wounds were healed, and despite the shortage of supplies, the supply of basic nutritious food was sufficient.

In an anxious and dangerous flight, Brett and Wright managed to kill no less than a dozen low-level careless people with gray-white skin all over their bodies and mechanical hearts glowing red on their chests.

Without enough time to wipe off the mixture of Wuxin's caustic fluid and human dark red blood stained on their backpacks, weapons, and tactical trousers, Wright and Brett jogged along the already deserted inspection area to Wuxinman. The location of the Migov church has not been touched yet.

"Brett, you...just...said that the church...the back entrance of the church has a path that can pass through the Migomigov central market area and directly reach...the back entrance on the edge of the residential area?" Wright gasped. Gasping heavily, he asked while holding the "Crazy Bear" pistol with his hands shaking uncontrollably.

"Yes. When I came here just now, I looked down from the third floor of the hospital. The Wuxin people must have been directed to the Migov Committee station and the temporary military station. This road perfectly avoided the direction where they gathered. Moreover, we don’t have to fight them in the industrial area, which can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble for us. You know, the military equipment, including explosives, are stored there now.” Brett’s face was not red and he was out of breath. said.

"Okay, let's go!" Wright nodded and said.

After smashing open the small black-gray door of the empty Migov church, Wright and Brett walked through the main courtyard with the "clack-clack" of their military boots, painted with twisted claws and scarlet eyes. There is a sacred screen with a giant octopus, a neurally connected eyeball monster, and a humanoid monster with tentacles on its lower body, and behind it is a dilapidated, spiderweb-covered altar that no one cares about.

After Brett forcefully pushed open a heavy iron door made of metal that was intertwined with gray and silver, he came to an area that was not spacious and looked like a private garden.

"This is behind the church, Wright. Look, after passing the iron gate, you will reach Migov Street C. It only takes a small battle to pass there." Brett said with a heavy voice.

He raised the "Suchla A-type rifle" and observed the surroundings vigilantly, but found no trace of any unintentional person.

"Let's go, Brett!" Wright shouted anxiously.

But immediately afterwards, Wright suddenly felt an inexplicably familiar, dreamlike dizziness arise in his brain.

A confused whisper came to his ears again.

Just as he was banging his head in confusion, trying to get rid of this strange symptom that looked like mental illness.

Suddenly, a sharp and soft voice like a dark god squirming in the silence came from behind him and Brett:

"Fight? A small battle?"

"The Lost One?" Brett yelled, raising his rifle and turning around.

As the orange-red color of the sunset gradually receded from the sky, the figures in front of them began to become clearer.

He is not a low-level heartless person with a glowing chest and gray body.

Rather, he is a lost person who brings a sense of depression to Wright just like Yato.

His whole body was a strange color, as if it had been painted with white mortar. His body was nearly two meters tall, and the muscles in his lower body were tight, like a lean athlete who exercised regularly.

His upper body was bloated and swollen like maggots, and was strewn with objects that looked like eyeballs.

At the same time, Wright noticed that white pus-like fluid was emerging from those eyeballs.

Just as Wright raised the "Bear" pistol and prepared to fight, the lost man blinked his red eyes twice, and the lips that burst open and leaked bright red liquid, resembling canine fangs, appeared. He gave a scary smile.

Immediately afterwards, his wolf-dog-like paws took half a step back, and his bloated upper body curled up hard. In less than two or three seconds, a pair of gray-black, bat-like broad legs burst out from his back. wing.