Wasteland Echoer

An endless "curtain" of various kinds of light wandered before Atwood's eyes, like an aurora or an oil painting.

But just a second or two later, with the cry of a bald eagle, his front was suddenly filled with a white-hot thick fog that made people feel confused and frightened.

At this moment, Atwood heard the prayers of the Reverend Bishop, seemingly begging Satan to leave his body and guide him to heaven.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the sad cries of the animals he had slaughtered when he was a boy, the cry of hares, the howl of wolves, the roar of tigers, the low groan of deer, and even a few animals covered with eyeballs and tiny The insect-like arm monster's unique "scream" sound.

When all this was replaced by the jarring grinding sound of machinery, Atwood felt that his spirit was almost on the verge of collapse.

Only when all the horrifying sounds and the confusing fog dissipated did he realize that he was holding his head that was about to explode, his eyes were bulging and bloodshot, and his limbs were slightly turned outwards, kneeling on his knees.

"This is the test of the forest god. I passed it, right?" Atwood shouted with excitement.

If "Red Hair" were by his side, he would have seen Atwood half-kneeling on the ground struggling like a turtle on its back.

Just as he was immersed in the excitement and excitement of crossing the "jump point" and about to meet the gods, all the scenes in front of him changed rapidly like a movie slideshow.

In the end, it settled on a picture with soft tones as the main color.

Atwood endured the pain in his joints and used his right hand to support his body and stood up from the ground.

He slightly moved his left arm, which had already felt stiff. Although it was a mechanical prosthesis, due to John's transformation through some technologies left over from the old Crusted Empire, it still had senses such as touch and empathy.

He looked up and looked around, and the soft and wonderful environment brought him an endless sense of familiarity.

A blue velvet curtain hangs high in the night sky, with the moon and formations dotting it, adding a touch of brightness. The silver-white moonlight swayed to the ground that smelled of dry earth, as if covered with a layer of silver-white silk-like moonlight transported from the Fire Empire.

He ran forward a few steps, and after the sound of his long leather boots hitting the ground, Atwood saw a circular area that looked like an altar.

There is a circle of evergreen broad-leaved forest trees growing around it, which are extremely prosperous. It seems that people often water and fertilize them, and even inject them with "drip medicine."

As a flash of blue and green light flashed, Atwood found that countless patterns representing different shapes suddenly appeared on the edge of the altar where he was.

The outermost layer is a chamomile pattern representing the Cruzeid Empire, which seems to be painted with a brush using white paint.

The inner area is a circular connected double-headed eagle pattern.

Some of the inner areas are decorated with mimosa patterns, which are very messy, like the practice work of an art student who failed at the Zhenetsk Art University in the old days and was not very good at it.

At the very center, there is a "long-barreled gun badge" pattern representing [Hunter] drawn with the most exquisite lines in a circular area.

"Our [Hunter]'s exclusive badge, yes, the God of the Forest should be here. This is the realm of the gods, I found it! Haha! Finally found it!" Atwood roared excitedly, like an excited ice field Staring at the moon like a wolf and roaring.

Suddenly, the "Long-barreled Gun Badge" pattern quickly shattered, and after the colorful dreamlike light shone, a pure black figure appeared in the center of the altar in front of him.

"Who has come to my domain? It is a rare item for mortals in the divine domain. Since the war between humans and dragons, it seems that few humans have set foot here."

The figure's voice had an extremely youthful tone. If it weren't for the soft tone and gentle tone, Atwood would have thought that someone was pretending to be a god to deceive him.

"I... no, I am Atwood, [Hunter]. You are Wells, right? I dedicated three lost people to you, the children you need. So now I hope you can promote me to my profession, I want to become a [Slaughterer]." Atwood made a straightforward request to the "boy" in front of him.

"Hehehe..." The boy in front of him let out a scary, feminine laugh.

A few seconds later, as the silver-white moonlight shone vertically on his body, the black mist covering his body instantly disappeared.

Atwood squinted his eyes slightly and saw that the young man illuminated by the silver-white light was about 1.4 meters tall, with a cat-like head, a pair of orange ears that looked extremely cute, and a few whiskers. It's not a straight existence, but it's still squirming "normally" anyway.

The basic color of what he wears is blue. The blue leather jacket has the style of being produced in a city factory in the wasteland. The lower body is made up of modified jeans and a pair of rubber sneakers, and the inner clothing looks mostly black. Tights.

Although the exposed hands and ankles are extremely feminine and beautiful, the body under the tights is actually sharp and angular, with proportionally reduced muscles growing like sculptures.

"It's not too late to first understand the history of [Hunters] and [Slayers] before discussing promotion, right, Atwood?" The boyish and extremely feminine voice came into Atwood's ears, making him gradually feel that I shivered in the strange and cold atmosphere.

"Do you know my name? But as far as I know, those Lost boys did not reveal my information when they communicated with you in the dream." Atwood asked.

"Even though the gods are not all-knowing and all-powerful, I can always get the information from the prayers. By the way, my name is not 'Wells'. That is the name given to me by the humans who grew up in the vast land of Crusted." The name given. Gods only have titles but no names. The founder of the Fire Empire, Yan Jun, has always abided by this rule, and his descendants also adhere to this rule. By the way, do you know the human-dragon war at the end of the First Era? ?I don’t want to discuss everything with you, just the ‘Karloff Endgame’.”

Saying that, the "Forest God" took two steps forward, raised his head and looked at Atwood coldly with blue eyes that were unusually round for cats at night.

"I'm not very interested in history. The Wasteland era was all about killing and fighting, or plundering and survival. We are led by the Socra Committee and are a special operations group, but we are not in Socra. It is impossible to be like those greenhouse flowers and bones Go study knowledge every day." Atwood avoided the forest god's eyes and said back.

"Then let me tell you, if you can have an epiphany, the recognition of the wisdom sequence core and the sequence card will be much smoother. This is a kind of realization. You should have heard that promotion from mid-level professions to upper levels requires sequence level 5. The existence above the level of pain has been tested by the sequence of cards. I am a god, so naturally everything is beyond sequence level 1."

"The God of the Forest" said, quietly walking behind Atwood like an evil spirit or a ghost, and spoke again in a soft voice:

"In 25 BC, the decisive battle between the five great warriors of mankind and the arrogant Dragon Clan was coming to an end. The Dragon Clan once had a prominent era. During the First Era, humans were just a weak existence among the eighteen races ruled by the Dragon Clan. They were attached to the Dragon Clan, creating and producing weapons and racial food for them. They gradually exploited the natural resources given to all living beings by the Creator, and finally gained the power to resist."

"That's what humans are, powerful," Atwood added unseemly.

"Maybe." "Forest God" continued:

"Under the planning of my old friend the Night Lord, facing the increasingly powerful humans, he suggested that the dragons sweep their land with a sudden attack of fire and burn their houses; use thunder and lightning to penetrate their armor and turn them into The existence of charcoal sent them up to the sky with strong winds, and then fell vertically to the ground, turning into scarlet beings. However, the dragon tribe was retreating steadily under the leadership of the five great human warriors. They lost the land in the middle and the Crusted Plain. They lost the Luyin River and the central lakeside, lost the Putoa Mountains, lost the Aventle Icefield, and finally lost the Fire Highlands covered with lava. Until the Black Stone Realm of Karloff in 25 BC, that area Surrounded by lava flows, the human leaders launched a final battle against the dragons."

"Interesting." Atwood admired, seeming to be praising the powerful human beings.

"The 'Karlof End War' is a battle that involves humans' complete control of continental hegemony. The only remaining dragon-occupied kingdom of Karlof and the human Kru-Avent Alliance have launched a final battle. The protector of the dragons' Dark Night The 'Lord of the Earth', the 'Lord of Fire', the 'Lord of Frost' and the 'Lord of All Beasts', which humans believe in, have long been sealed in another world." The God of the Forest paused for a second or two, and said with a slight choke in his voice:

"Humanity launched the final war on the grounds that the dragons were bewitched by the dark night and needed to be sealed, in order to 'atone' for their sins in name. The dragons relied on lava and the 'Drogan Pillar' to resist tenaciously, but in the end they were no match for the holy objects, that is, now Some of them were called sequence monsters and ultimately failed. Since then, the Dragon Clan has completely become a legend, and all traces of its existence have been erased. In order to maintain the order of the human world, the Crusad Empire, the Avantre Empire, The Fire Empire, the Central Empire and the Ptoya Empire were established at the same time. They worshiped different gods to obtain blessings. It was not until the Spiritual Emperor of the Fire Empire started the 'Dragon Celebration' that those half-dragons who could transform into humans began to mix in the tragic world. In the world.”

"The ancient story sounds very interesting. But if I were the human leader, I might not choose to seal or banish the dragons. I would directly kill them all and make them disappear." Atwood commented in a mellow voice .

"It seems that you are ready to upgrade your career level. That's right, the rules set by the Creator favor the breadth of the profession, not the depth. Any profession can only be promoted to the lower, middle and upper levels, but endless professions represent endless Ability. But you should also know that promotion comes with a price." The forest god looked at Atwood's yellow denim jacket with interest and said.

"Of course!" Atwood agreed without hesitation.

"Then flip a coin first, fortune tellers like this."

As the God of the Forest spoke, the green light in his right hand turned into a ball of light. A second later, a coin with a cat's head engraved on the front and a forest engraved on the back appeared in his hand.

"Your body needs to be sacrificed on the front, and your soul needs to be sacrificed on the back. After all, you are meeting me directly to start the ceremony. Do you have any objection?" asked the God of the Forest.

"No." Atwood said firmly.

The crisp sound of the coin rubbing against the air passed through their ears. The forest god held the coin in his hand after it flew for three and a half weeks.

After spreading his palms, Atwood suddenly saw the side of the cat's head.

He stared at the coin in slight surprise, his lips moved, and after a few seconds, a few words came out:

"Sacrifice...where?"

"Both arms. In this way, you can get a chance to draw the sequence card, and also have the opportunity to contact the inspiration sequence core. I think you should draw the card first. If you can't be promoted to [Slayer], you can't bear the inspiration sequence core." Stay, your body will definitely be exploded." The God of the Forest suggested.

"good."

This time there was no trace of magic power surging. The God of the Forest took out a 16-card sequence of cards from his pocket, and thoughtfully added the card representing "nothingness" to it.

After shuffling the cards twice, he spread out all the sequenced cards and let Atwood draw them.

"This one."

Atwood stretched out his broad right hand and pulled out the middle one, and his fingers traced the one with the most obvious touch.

After the forest god picked it up and looked at it carefully, he smiled an unknown but uncomfortable smile from the corner of his mouth with a twisted beard, and said:

"The confused human being falls into the dark purple realm. He can only stare at the stars and the universe and think about life, but he can never wake up from it. Because his soul has long been imprisoned in nothingness. This is the 'nothingness' card. It is a pity. , Mr. Atwood, the prologue card did not recognize you. In other words, you will never be able to become a [Slayer] in the upper-level profession in this life. Even the divination of other gods will still get this result."

"You fart. I have spent fifteen years looking for you, and I have sacrificed sacrifices to you in exchange for promotion. Are you going to give me this result? I understand, you are not a god, you are pretending, right! Yes! You're lying to me, right?" Atwood roared as if he was off guard.

He stretched out his right hand and clenched his fist, about to punch the forest god's cat face.

But as the forest god's right hand slid slightly, and after a burst of white light, Atwood felt a sense of nothingness in his arms.

He looked down at both sides in surprise. His mechanical arm and his strong native arm were gone, as if they had been cut off from the shoulder by a sharp knife.

"Give it back!" Atwood roared.

But the refreshing laughter of a boy passed through his ears. After a period of confusing fog, Atwood was surprised to find that he was back in the dark hall, full of the noise of electricity and the sound of machinery. .

He looked around in astonishment. Luo Nie, who was fused with the "Replacement Eye" and emitted purple and green light, was still standing near the broken training cabin, and "Red Hair" was walking towards him with a worried look on his face.

"Chief, are you okay?" "Red Hair" asked with concern as he looked at Atwood, whose cheeks were soaked with sweat and whose arms were empty.

"I was deceived! I'm going to kill those Lost boys, and you, and you!" Atwood roared like crazy.

"Chief, please calm down." "Red Hair"'s voice became particularly low and calm.

It was different from Atwood who was shaking his body crazily, speaking obscenities, and half-collapsed.

After "Red Hair" looked at the crazy Atwood with interest for half a minute, he took advantage of his dry cough and quickly touched his waist with his right hand put on a black leather glove.

After a flash of silver light, Atwood first felt a coldness in his abdomen, and then a stinging sensation from being scratched by a sharp object.

But immediately afterwards, bright red liquid poured out uncontrollably from his eyeballs, mouth, ears, and even the wound on his abdomen.

A few seconds later, he felt that his heart was getting hot, as if a piece of red-hot iron had been inserted!

"'Red Hair', what did you do to me?" Atwood seemed to understand something, lowered his head and looked at "Red Hair" with vicious eyes and roared.

"It's nothing, leader. I just scratched you with this little iron dagger, but I soaked it in Wu Xinren's burning liquid for a long time beforehand." "Red Hair" replied in an understatement.

Recommend a book written by a friend.

A very interesting fantasy novel with good writing and worth reading.