Wasteland Echoer

"Come on, Oliver, get out of here. I don't want to do any more innocent killings."

Brett forced himself to hold back the tearing pain that had lingered in his body before. His face was ferocious and slightly distorted. He used his slightly blurred eyes to hold back the inexplicable sleepiness. He stepped forward and used his broad, The palm covered with coagulated blood grabbed Oliver's relatively thin arm.

"Don't talk yet." Oliver's voice was almost inaudible, and he put his index finger against his lips, making a "silent" gesture.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the "White Bear" pistol that he had thrown under the table in a hurry, pulled the trigger, and pointed it at the rotating roulette wheel of the "recorder."

bump!

bump!

Two silver bullets penetrated the roulette wheel, leaving a large hole filled with black smoke in the tape recorder.

With just one blow, the tape recorder stopped running. After making a "cracking" sound similar to the explosion of firecrackers, it completely lost all functions and turned into a pile of scrap metal.

"We can talk now, but we can't leave yet. The 'little wolf' will definitely go to Wofkoski to report. If we don't execute it or hesitate, I'm afraid we will be very passive." Oliver analyzed .

Immediately afterwards, he pulled the trigger again and aimed at the crying "little wolf" who was holding the still twitching "furry wolf".

"I'm sorry for you, 'Little Wolf', you must die. We want to discover the great gods and get in touch with the 'Daughter of Mechanical Yuan' who can create instruments and release powerful power. And I also want to break through the pain and enter a higher realm. , a psychedelic realm capable of contacting the first gods. You blocked my way. I saw it clearly just now. You wanted to kill me. The two attacks on my chest just now were done by you. If I hadn’t been in advance I'm prepared and if I place a metal pad, I'm afraid I'll be killed by you." Oliver whispered angrily.

At this moment, Brett noticed that Oliver's hair seemed to be more red than before.

Moreover, his eyes also changed from a slight red glow just now to a completely red color that resembled a bat or a vampire.

Moreover, in the slightly dimmed, empty factory-like space, a faint red light emitted, like that "Yongguang" brand flashlight.

It's just that the light it emits is not incandescent or dim, but red like a ray that has been weakened several times.

"Bah, damn the Lost Ones, you are our eternal enemy. Even if my master and I die in your hands now, the empire will annihilate all the Lost Ones in the territory in the 'Silent Arrival' campaign. What you are doing now I will provide the city with the basis for execution in the post-war trial. Since I live in this miserable world and miserable country, I will accept whatever fate comes to me."

After sobbing a few times, "Little Wolf" responded so calmly.

Because after Brett's punch that almost exhausted all the strength in his body, the "hairy wolf" struggled a few times, and in just a few seconds, as the last bit of deep blood flowed out of his head, It was a green, viscous liquid, and after a green light shone in his eyes, he stopped struggling completely.

Those green viscous liquids are the life aura belonging to the human category.

Originally, the death of human beings would not cause the spillage of life aura, because most of the empire [soldiers] did not have magic power, and would deliberately avoid contact with magic power during their daily tasks.

But "Mao Lang" seems to have come into contact with a lot of demonic power intentionally or unintentionally, even extraordinary people and extraordinary powers, and possibly sequential monsters, so his demonic power is mixed with blood and the fluid in his head, It turned into a dark green sticky existence.

But at least, Oliver knew very well in his heart that the "little wolf" in front of him who had just lured him into revealing his true face through food and "dream heart" and almost fell into the wrong madness must be a person with magical powers, at least in this case. In the second era, he could barely be considered a magician.

Even to the extreme, the "little wolf" may be an immature "seducer" who can manipulate and mislead a single individual by creating illusions and manipulating the mind.

Or by affecting the perception of the surrounding environment and creating false perceptions in vision, hearing and taste, to deceive the affected person's senses to achieve the above behavior.

Hearing such an impassioned speech from "Little Wolf", Oliver felt a surge of admiration in his heart, and he made the above-mentioned guess crazily in his heart within a few seconds.

Immediately afterwards, he slightly lowered the muzzle of the "White Bear" pistol, not aiming it at "Little Wolf"'s head, but at the junction of the abdomen and crotch, and asked in a low, hoarse voice. road:

"Do you have a profession? Or do you admit that you are a lost person? If you admit it, as a compatriot, I can let you go, but I need you to have a good sleep on the cold ground. I am not a bloody monster, I After being lurking in the imperial army for so many years, I also have my own moral requirements."

"Impossible." "Little Wolf" shook his head like a rattle and refused:

"I am not a lost person, and I will not admit that I am a person with powers. Since I can't execute you here, and those team members are patrolling outside, then I will accept my fate.

It's just a pity. Brother was very angry when he heard your conversation just now. After giving us orders, he saw that the walkie-talkie was smashed. He couldn't continue to eavesdrop and fainted within two minutes. Otherwise, you would have been executed long ago, and there is no way you could stand here and threaten me.

I knew that as soon as I admitted my identity as the Lost One, this would soon become known to other humans, and the blood in my body would begin to move in a direction I didn't want to. Then I will definitely become a real lost person, a bloody, dirty, monster who will not hesitate to plunder and kill. Yes, monsters, you are a bunch of damn monsters, destined to fall under guns. And you, Brett, you will be executed by your own hands at the hands of your superiors, the Socratic Council. "

"Are you cursing us?" Olivier asked contemptuously.

He glanced at Brett, who was slowly recovering his strength, and then looked at the dead "Mao Lang" with a smirk on his face. After struggling for two seconds, he moved the muzzle of the "White Bear" pistol upward again and passed through the camouflage-colored center. The dark part was exposed and put the final pressure on "Little Wolf".

But the "little wolf" in front of him actually raised his head slightly and looked sideways at Oliver with disdain, looking generous.

He was not afraid of death, or in other words, he had learned to endure it in just a minute or two.

"He cursed us, so I'll send him on his way first. Brett..." Oliver shouted.

"What's wrong? Do it." Brett urged.

He didn't have much affection for this group of "ruin hunters" who wandered outside the empire and engaged in plunder and kidnapping. He even felt hatred and resentment.

Even though "Little Wolf" looks like his favorite boy with a green voice, a thin body and a childish look.

"What I want to say is that your mechanical chariot is waiting for you in a semi-abandoned garage behind the broken board house of the abandoned outpost on the right after you go out. The Socra Committee specially emphasized that the items you are carrying are also within the scope of negotiation. So they are not withholding any of your belongings, nor are they destroying them.

Miyu, the vampire boy you said you wanted to rescue, is next to the 'prison room' where the lost and unintentional people are kept. Kill the two near the door, and then kill the two secret sentries. It took almost half an hour for Wovkoski to wake up, and they had no time to react. "Olivier quickly made arrangements based on the information he learned about the layout of the abandoned outpost.

After waiting for Brett to nod to show understanding, he finally revealed a terrifying smile on his lips, as if a tiger-like beast had captured a little white rabbit, and pulled the trigger.

"bump!"

A thunderous explosion sounded from the barrel, as if the power had been reduced to a large extent, and the bullet rushed straight towards the forehead of "Little Wolf" with some shining sparks.

But it did not travel through the past, but stayed in the center of the head, exploding instantly.

The splash of bright red "dye" mercilessly swayed on the lifeless "hairy wolf", staining his army green, unmodified clothes and the beard at the chin, making Oliver Suddenly I felt a weird "wonderful" feeling.

But in Brett's view, "Little Wolf"'s head bloomed with a beautiful, elegant, gorgeous, wonderful, and even fantastic "Flower of the Other Side" that he had never seen before, making him feel happy in an instant. I can't tell whether what I see in front of me is "art" or "reality".

At this moment, Brett actually heard a deep female voice whispering to him.

Then came the voice of a child, and finally the roar of an old man crying helplessly.

For a moment, he thought he was back in the dormitory provided by Sugra for the official escort members, in a house built for war to protect against the impact of cannonballs, unintentional people and the lost.

Just for a moment, Brett seemed to hear the voices of several escort members drinking gin and "singing" and "cursing" together after completing their mission; he heard the fat people walking on the street downstairs. The woman Reina was complaining that her house in the slums was rented and sold to a poor boy who spoke a dialect; he also heard the bard coming downstairs and singing, singing, dancing, and roaring an inspiring song. The country music makes people's blood boil.

After an unknown amount of time, Oliver's stern shout finally reached his ears:

"Wake up, Brett, wake up."

"Huh? Huh?" Brett shouted in confusion.

Suddenly, all the weird noises around him disappeared, and he returned to the large, silent, empty room that smelled of dust.

"What happened to me? How long has it been?" Brett asked, slapping his head.

"About ten seconds, he must have been influenced by this kid. My guess is right, he is the seducer, maybe he doesn't even know his identity. Maybe it's 'Mao Wolf', maybe it's Wofkoski It deceived him and made him believe that he was a human being with magic power." Oliver explained.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward and opened up the "little wolf" who was sitting and crawling, his upper body soaked with blood. In the red-colored atmosphere, he forced himself to endure the restlessness for blood in his heart and groped for it. I found the square piece of "Heart of Dreaming" with a dark purple appearance.

Oliver carefully held it in his hand and weighed it a few times. After shaking his head slightly, the magic power of fire surged throughout his body and poured into his right hand. He held the "Heart of Dreams" in his hand and squeezed it hard. For a moment.

Snapped!

A slight cracking sound was heard, and the piece of "Heart of Dreams" instantly turned into a puddle of powder, and was casually scattered by Oliver on the ground that was also covered with powdery dust.

"Why destroy it?" Brett asked in confusion.

"There is no need for something harmful to exist." Oliver did not answer directly, but continued to search the body of "Little Wolf".

A few seconds later, he showed a satisfied smile, opened "Little Wolf"'s hand, took the "Wolf Rain" pistol in his hand, and gave Brett a wink, holding the gun in his hand. The White Bear pistol was thrown to Brett.

"You are strong and huge, so this firearm is perfect for you. The characteristics of this 'Langyu brand' pistol are its small bullets, large magazine capacity, and it requires the infusion of magic power to exert its true power. The magic power in this half of my body now belongs to flames, so it will be greatly enhanced in power. Let's go, brother Brett, I have completely betrayed the leadership of the 'Lone Wolf' again. The 'Ruins Hunter' can only take you to save Miyou."

…

After walking quickly along the edge of the empty factory-like room for more than ten seconds, under the guidance of Oliver, Brett did not go out through the iron door, but slipped out through a dilapidated metal door full of iron nails. .

After walking out of the room, they first looked around cautiously and observed the gatekeeper "Relics Hunter" sitting on two stone benches near the door of the room, near a deserted lawn, wearing simple armor and equipment.

Following Oliver's instructions, Brett and he slowly groped along the edge of the broken cement path leading to the abandoned garage.

They bypassed two tall poplar trees and an abandoned fence with messy iron wires covering the top, and quietly walked around behind the two of them.

Stepping on the soft lawn soil, less than ten meters away from the two of them, Oliver rushed forward quickly, and Brett also rushed forward in a short period of time, relying on the short burst of adrenaline provided by him. Go forward.

boom!

In the flash of lightning, Oliver quickly killed the "Relics Hunter" on the right with his "Langyu Brand" pistol. He did not bother to observe the confused, unbelievable and desperate expression of the "Relics Hunter" after being attacked.

He heard a snapping sound of bones breaking.

Turning around, Brett wrapped his arms around the neck of the "Ruins Hunter" on the left with a thick, tree-trunk-like arm that was about one and a half times the size of other people's calves, and twisted it hard again.

The "ruin hunter" let out a suffocating roar, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Then, Brett glanced at Oliver proudly and prepared to leave the scene quickly and go to the mechanical combat vehicle garage.

But suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if it had been cut by a dagger.

Immediately afterwards, the pain, tearing, burning and other painful sensations all over his body broke out at once, making him unable to hold on any longer and had to kneel on one knee, struggling tremblingly.