Wasteland Echoer

"Put them both down, I only say this once, put them both down!" Wright shouted in a steady voice.

He picked up the "Zhouyuan" brand rifle, just like the time he met [The Seducer] Yato at Kefu Station.

But the only difference was that that time he was standing nearly upright. Thinking about it now, it should have been a frontal shooting with the help of the "accidental" red magic source power.

But this time, he chose to squat half-crouched, supporting the base of the rifle with his knees, closing one eye tightly and opening the other slightly, aiming at the fragile-looking eyeballs on Youlan's "maggot face" in the most stable posture.

Brett told Wright in Chekavsk that the "Tool Yuan" rifle was actually a new product jointly developed by the "Tool Yuan Factory" and the Military Research Institute under the Sokra Committee in January this year.

But in fact, not many of them have been put into production. Some of the firearms circulated are semi-smuggled, but the "Tool Yuan" rifle also has its own unique characteristics.

Different from the lightness of the "Bingyu" brand pistols and the mass production of standard rifles such as "Suchla Type A" and "Danye-01", the "Zhouyuan brand" rifles focus on power.

From a feature point of view, it has the same advantages as the "Bear Series" rifles developed and continuously improved by the Empire a hundred years ago.

But the only thing that makes the Socra Committee feel inappropriate, or weird, is that if you want to realize the "Tool Yuan Pai" rifle, or try to use it for a long time, the user must be a person with supernatural powers or a lost person. In other words, If you cannot master the magic source power, its function will not be worth its value.

But as for what skills can be used after injecting magic source power, or what kind of effects it will have on Wuxin and the Lost, the empire's experimental team has not yet issued any authoritative and accurate test report.

A few minutes after confronting Wright, who was holding up the "Tool Yuan Pai" rifle, Yolan's ugly face, with a "maggot-like beard" that seemed to be dripping with more pus and blood than before, began to twist and tremble slightly. .

"Women, I still need women. You should know that I don't have much affection for these 'hedgehog strangers' behind me. They are consumables that I recruited from several mutant human villages. After all, their The value is to die in the war, whether fighting the Empire or fighting the Lost." Yolan was like a beast with a broken arm but no pain at all. After a slight pause, he continued with a twisted expression:

"I think if you have the same emotions as me, then you will definitely not fight with me, but directly drive the chariot to escape. After all, many imperial soldiers will also regard their comrades as expendables, or they are worth betraying A reliable partner. Now that you value them both, I think you will naturally agree to exchange with me, right?"

"Exchange?" Wright said with disdain:

"I can blow up your tentacles right here. Anyway, Miyou is the Lost One. He can land smoothly from high altitudes. And Brett is an excellent soldier who has fought for the empire for more than 20 years. He, a big man, will naturally catch it easily. Live in Molos and thwart your plan. I think such negotiation conditions are not valid, or in other words, you are no longer qualified to negotiate with us."

After speaking, Wright did not wait for Youlan's response, or did not give him enough time to take further action.

Wright used the design course content he had reviewed at the underground shooting range of the Chekavsk Corps and quickly pulled the open bolt of the rifle, aiming at the front of Yulan's two tentacles that looked like cockroach tentacles.

The piece close to Yolan's back and above his head is almost twice the width of a human thigh.

In the previous world, he was a senior two-dimensional otaku, a movie enthusiast, and a writer of online novels. He had read and written a lot of scenes in which the protagonist and the enemy were given the upper hand in the argument.

Now that I have come to this wasteland world and am familiar with all kinds of fantasy, bizarre, weird, and even unreasonable plots that have been created, I will definitely not commit suicide.

Right……

"I pray for the blessing of the goddess of light!"

"Give me the power to break the dark night!"

Wright subconsciously chanted a spell that belonged to the ancient Zhne Empire language.

A pure, slightly psychedelic red light shone in his black eyes.

His hands wearing pitch-black tactical gloves also flashed at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly pulled the trigger and shot at the front of Yolan's tentacle-like tentacles.

bump!

bump!

The explosion of gunpowder mixed with the whistling wind of the desert world formed a variation in the category of "folk songs" in a short period of time.

In a short period of time, Yolan was also aware of Wright's surprise attack. He released his hands from the clasped state, opened his palms slightly, and faced Wright directly with the palms of his hands.

This movement is like pushing a giant glass door that does not exist.

The "maggot-like tentacles" on his face were also twisting wildly and irregularly, as if they were trying to escape from the pale background of the cheek that belonged to the lost person.

Immediately afterwards, a rippling twisted space appeared in front of him again.

But what was different from the last time was that the bullet was like a dagger with blazing flames that cut through the dark night sky. It was more like a "rocket" that went straight through the twist and hit You accurately. On Lan's tentacles.

Poof!

Two soft, fluffy tentacles broke straight from the top of the back.

Scarlet liquid continuously gushes out uncontrollably from the irregular cracks, like a small fountain standing in the center of the city.

"Brett!" Wright turned around and shouted anxiously.

With the breakage of the tentacles, the two people suspended in the air lost the support against the gravity of the universe and fell towards the gray ground at an extremely fast speed.

"Coming!" Brett responded with a rich voice.

He instantly contracted the muscles of his thighs and calves, jumped up like a spring in a very short time of 0.3 seconds, and hugged Moros' back in mid-air.

Then, his feet wearing military khaki combat boots made a dull "dong" sound when they came into contact with the ground, stirring up a circle of dust all around.

Miyou, on the other hand, gushes out a stream of bright red blood from his right hand, forming an equally bright red shock wave. After interacting with the ground, his not-so-strong body landed lightly and smoothly on the ground. above the ground.

"Brett, that's awesome." Moros praised with sweat on his face and a complicated expression as if he was surviving a disaster.

"So now, Mr. Youlan, do you still want to fight with us? In other words, do you still want to take that woman back?" Wright raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looking at the crowd with a look of pride, disdain, and even contempt. Yolan's face and body were covered in blood, and he was in a miserable state.

For the first time, he felt the power of his body, aware of the kind of power that was above the Lost and could achieve decisive victory in games and confrontations of power.

Intoxication, joy, trembling, joy, even mixed with some condescending arrogance.

He actually felt for a moment that he was so close to the demigods who had obtained all the sequence cores, and even the sequence gods, until Yolan's iconic, hoarse, shrill roar came.

Following the laughter, looking at Wright from a few meters away, Yolan's brown eyes mixed with resentment were filled with bloodshot eyes, and the two broken tentacles remaining on his back were also squirming and retracting along his body. .

After a few seconds, he stopped roaring and laughing, and once again made a human voice from his throat:

"Do you know...why I can only become a non-staff member of a non-staff member? Not even as good as those three agents. In fact, I still have a hidden identity, which cannot be revealed until the critical moment of danger. Speaking of you, black hair and black hair Boy, are you afraid of the dark night?"

"Dark Night?" Wright naturally knew that Yolan was referring to him and said in shock.

""The Book of Darkness" says, Era Two: The gods belonging to the day fell asleep, and the dark night emerged from all unobservable corners. Everything that is anxious needs a moment of silence. The dark energy ends with the blazing heat of everything and becomes eternal. Legend. Yes," Yulan roared:

"I am the Lost One of the Church of the Dark Night. Our three major churches have the same hierarchy. I am the Simon of the Dark Night who is lurking on the periphery of the human legion. You probably don't know that Professor Shamon took over Professor John's position. After all, that person The old man had become an unintentional person and was shot dead on the order of Crown Prince Ivant. Shamon, on the other hand, chose to cooperate with us privately to jointly explore the realm of the gods. I think this message should be worth at least 100 Singapore dollars, provided that You can at least go and exchange with the Empire as living humans!"

Suddenly, Youlan's body sent out a transparent ripple of magic power that seemed to have no substance.

For a short time, the four Wrights fell into a psychedelic state filled with all kinds of sounds and colors.

Fortunately, most of the soldiers who have been fighting for many years in the empire have strong mental strength. With the perseverance of willpower, Brett and Wright simultaneously recited in their brains the contents of the Guard Regulations to resist mental attacks:

"Fear is only born from fear itself. Fear and fear will be occupied by fear. Only by forgetting fear can humans gain a foothold in the wasteland..."

Yolan did not bother to observe the short-term embarrassing situation of the four Wrights. He raised his hands upward, as if to welcome the rising sun.

Immediately afterwards, a pure black demonic power surged throughout his body, instantly covering his not-so-tall body.

The dark magic power instantly swallowed up his body, and some brightly colored frost appeared. It was so fantastic that it looked like a sky full of stars.

The ice immediately expanded and turned into a blazing flame with a cold aura and pure blue, and something lingering around his body that looked like electrons moving around atoms in physics. puck.

After waking up from his brief confusion, Wright subconsciously glanced at the sky.

As Yolan's magic power surged, the scorching sun in the sky suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a dark sky, like a cloudy scene under the Socra dome.

Under the aura of darkness and coldness, Yolan's body had disappeared, perfectly swallowed up by the flames and magic power.

"'Hope' Sandworm, a powerful existence that grows in the yellow sand and is bound by my body and belongs to the category of alien Heartless, should now show your power!"

As the ethereal mute roar cut through the dimmed yellow desert space, countless dark threads suddenly appeared in the blue flames around Youlan's body.

Wrapped him like a cicada.

A few seconds later, his body stretched forward and grew like the "Pharaoh's Worm" in myths and legends.

Less than a minute later, he had transformed into a huge maggot thirty meters long and five to six meters high.

This is the "Hope" sandworm he calls!

"Hiss--"

The roars of monsters, birds, beasts, and unintentional people cut through the dark sky.

Looking up from below, Wright saw the entire "Hope" sandworm.

Although it is an insect, its entire body is covered with dark black hairs. There is no additional color except for a slightly raised abdomen with some white and flesh-colored areas intertwined.

Its body is shaking and squirming in place like a maggot or snake, but upon closer inspection, it actually has four limbs that look like a gecko, but they look very uncoordinated compared to its huge body.

It has lost its face, or it has no need for a "prop" like a face to express emotions.

Instead, there is a mouthpart that looks like a flower bud blooming, with a thick branch-like sharp thorn in the middle that seems to be used for sucking, pointing straight towards the sky.

The four "petals" on the side stretched in four different directions, tearing apart the front half of the body, revealing a flesh-colored area covered with scarlet blood vessels.

It does not have teeth. It only has mouthparts that are directly connected to the stomach for eating, and various body parts with strong muscles, which can immediately devour, grind and tear humans who "accidentally enter it".

After staring at the "Hope" sandworm in a daze for several minutes, the four of Wright and Brett recovered from the shock and realized the danger was coming!

"Brett, run!" Wright urged in panic.

It was as if the feeling of pride generated by the victory just now was an extremely wrong illusion.

With their hands trembling inexplicably, the four of them felt as if their feet had been filled with lead water, unable to move at the same time.

until……

…

The "Hope" sandworm seemed to be aware of the strong physical and mental pressure it exerted on humans, causing the four Wrights to fall into fear.

He roared "excitedly" and swept his relatively thick black tail along the ground covered with dust and gravel in the direction of the four of them.

boom!

The sweeping tail collided with the vehicle and the four people, making a shocking impact sound.

Under the impact of the powerful sweep, the four Wrights "flyed" in all directions along a standard geometric parabola path.

Without exception, the four of them hit the solid ground heavily.

But strangely, Brett's mechanical chariot, which had been modified by a professional maintenance master in Chekavsk, still "grabbed" the ground smoothly. It just slid forward for more than a hundred meters along the road and hit a steel bridge. The rope that was pulled out to the bottom without breaking was covered with rust and green vegetation.

The car body was not deformed and did not appear to have suffered any damage.

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