Wasteland Echoer

An inexplicable and rare sense of coercion emerged with the shark-headed monster, immediately lingering around Wright's mind and body.

Suddenly, he found that his spirit seemed to have been slightly impacted, an indescribable and unquantifiable feeling of palpitations, and an inexplicable sense of panic suddenly emerged in his spiritual realm, at the subconscious level.

"Is this... a sequence monster? Or some kind of... monster parasitic on the body?" Wright asked in surprise.

"You're half right, Wright." Wendek smiled, slowly stood up straight, took heavy and steady steps forward, moved the joints of his right hand, and made a "click" sound that echoed in the still silence. In the warehouse.

"Half?" Wright asked doubtfully, wiping away the blood flowing from his nostrils and corners of his mouth, staring directly at Wendek, with his right arm in front of him in a defensive posture.

"Yes, half of it. Wright, I am shocked by your power. I guess that there may be some shocking power in your body, a power that ordinary people can't understand. But you don't seem to know how to use them, so you feel everywhere They are all fired in the simplest way, but they have not reached the point where they are truly powerful." An intriguing but acknowledging smile appeared on the corner of Wen Deke's mouth.

"Indeed." Wright nodded and did not deny it. "It's also strange. Sometimes I don't know what is contained in this body. I don't know what those powers are and what they mean, but I can be sure. The thing is, these forces are subconsciously affecting my spirit, guiding me to become a noble, great, and in line with the kind of person who is formed by the education given to us by the empire."

"Great love, broad love, responsibility and perseverance, and dedication without hesitation. Good boy, a 'savior'-like existence." Wendek couldn't help but praise:

"Then I can understand. Speaking of Wright, this shark head cannot be seen by ordinary soldiers in most cases, not even low-level superpowers.

Among the many teammates and opponents I have met, except for the cardinals of the three major churches, not many people can understand its existence without my guidance. Wright, you were an accident. "There was a hint of sharpness in Wen Deke's eyes.

It's like the caution, meticulousness, and subtle sense of fear that a beast in the desert displays when facing other monsters of similar size and strength to itself.

"Accident, what accident?" Wright asked.

"Your magic power actually allows you to see the most powerful part of me, the existence of the 'secondary body' of Shark Head. I think if you are not my subordinate, but the Lost One, I will execute you on the spot at all costs. You, prevent the lost from discerning my power.

But precisely because you are my subordinate, you are very powerful and worthy of the empire spending all its resources to cultivate. You will definitely be able to stand alone in the future. It's a pity that the ancient machine of the empire has been running for more than five hundred years, and it has no motivation to innovate itself. "

Wendek said, snorted coldly, looked up at a forty-five-degree angle with disdainful eyes, looking at the only skylight that naturally transmitted light into the warehouse, and a strong emotion emerged in his heart.

He loves this country, he loves the Zine Empire, and he is willing to make any contribution to the reconstruction of human order and the revival of the empire. As long as it is to save mankind, he will not look back.

Even if he rushes into a powerful and unintentional crowd to fight, he will not blink his dry glasses. Instead, he will inexplicably ignite an impulse, which is the excitement and longing for a beautiful future world.

But he cannot tolerate the immobilization and rigidity of the empire. Whether it is the small battles launched by the empire to keep the roads open to its strongholds or the "Silence Advent" military operation to eliminate the lost, they are all controlled by the machinery of the empire. The maximum horsepower that can be operated.

In other words, it is precisely because many established systems at the upper, middle and lower levels of the empire have long been finalized and cannot be changed that Crown Prince Ivant can only adopt the most violent methods and use the most intense gambles to achieve once and for all results. .

In Wendek's view, according to Wright's strength in the first ten minutes of this battle, he was no less than 90% of the lower-level [Fighters] and superpowers. Moreover, he had killed the Lost, and his experience There have been several tough battles where the results can be checked.

If the empire was running normally, Wright's rank would be at least raised to Hurricane, or even Dark Star.

According to the oldest customary law of the empire, or a bill called the "Draft Criteria for Rank Promotion" submitted to the empire by the Zhnetsk Assembly in 125 AD, it is possible to carry out military operations without relying on fighter jets, airships, artillery, and tanks. Empire [Warriors] who can kill the Lost Ones in single combat, under the conditions of heavy weapons, will be eligible to be directly promoted to at least Hurricane 5.

As for the team that kills the Lost Ones in team combat, the leader will be promoted to 2 to 3 small ranks, or directly promoted to Red Earth 4, and other team members will be directly promoted to one rank, or promoted to Red Earth 1.

But hundreds of years have passed, and most of the ranks above the Imperial Hurricane will be directly assigned to the higher-ups of the empire. For [soldiers] and officers who have inherited the status of their parents or ancestors, there are fewer and fewer positions for lower-level soldiers.

Without the sporadic interpretation of the technology of Old Crusted and the widespread application of steam machinery, the empire's military strength would have gradually declined.

To put it in a pessimistic way:

Although the world is full of machines and there are many scientific works based on them, the promotion of status and the increase in rank are never mechanical, and they are not as seamless as the mechanical parts.

It is not like taking courses at a university. Completing a subject will give you the corresponding 1-3 credits, and you can earn the qualification for graduation through the accumulation of credits.

Instead, a lot of efforts have been made. After life and death, your rank will be promoted based on the value left in your body that can be created.

In other words, your efforts will not produce immediate results, nor will they necessarily bring you completely consistent benefits.

After standing there and thinking for a few minutes, watching Wright's body slowly draining away, the corners of his mouth and nostrils, and his right hand covered with blood, trying to maintain a fighting posture, Wendek felt a wave of sympathy rise in his heart. emotion.

This is an extremely dangerous emotion, especially in a wasteland full of crises and killings. This emotion has inadvertently claimed the lives of many imperial soldiers.

But when he lowered his head and looked at Wright again, he leaned down slightly, clenched his hands into fists, and showed his fighting posture again, suddenly he didn't want to continue this fighting training.

Although his own power is already suppressive in front of the current Wright, as long as he does not risk his life, Wright will probably end in failure.

However, meaningless punishment could not bring Wright anything of value.

After all, it was the superhuman who was stationed here, forcibly arranged by Peter at Camp B. From most experiences, it can be guessed that Wright would probably be transferred again after the war. If he was injured and left with hatred, , once the empire really eliminates the Lost and restores order, I am afraid that my life will not be easy in the future.

The consequences of offending a young man with great potential are often disastrous.

But then I thought about it, since Wright has the powerful power to see the "Shark Head", if he provides some guidance through training and combat, this young man may grow faster and contribute more to the future of the empire and mankind. .

Thinking of this, Wendek cleared his throat and shouted in a rich voice:

"Wright, continue. Let me see the limits of your physical strength and power. I order you to use your most powerful part. Don't worry, these are my men here, and they all obey my orders. Regarding your power They won’t reveal a single word of it to the outside world!”

"Okay, then I will do as you wish, captain. I also want to test whether my strength can compete with your 'shark head'." Wright said, feeling an inexplicable excitement in his heart. .

Suddenly, he realized that the half-awake and chaotic feeling had disappeared, and the blood-red color in his right eye also disappeared in an instant.

Then, he clenched his hands tightly and concentrated all the magic power produced by the spirit formation guidance on his hands and back. He stared at Wendek's tall body and the two strange and strange eyes with his pure black eyes. "Shark Head".

"The touch of darkness."

Wright thought silently.

Immediately afterwards, the familiar feeling of swelling and tearing came from his back. A few seconds later, along with a strong explosion-like bloody taste that spread in his mouth, two familiar sticks suddenly burst out of Wright's back. , with petal-shaped tentacles of alternating colors of scarlet and jet black all over the body.

"Tentacles? It's interesting, so interesting, and I can smell an ancient breath from it. Wright, in just over an hour, you have made me experience new and novel feelings." Wen Deke said, and Without any fear, the two "shark heads" extending from the manipulator's neck waved their fists and attacked Wright directly.

Whoosh!

This time Wright did not choose active defense tactics, but switched to active offense.

In the Western Continent, ever since humans became the hegemons of the continent in the Second Era, there has been such a philosophical saying:

Attack is the most valuable defense!

Following this, Wright manipulated the hard tips of the two tentacles and suddenly stabbed the two "shark heads" respectively. At the same time, he put his hands into a fighting posture to deal with Wendek's frontal pure force attack.

bump!

bump!

bump!

In the gap between the two "Dark Touches" and the two "Shark Heads" entangled, Wendek waved his fist and attacked Wright's chest, abdomen and head.

But Wright was not afraid. While surging with the power of the red magic source, he held his arms in front of him and withstood Wendek's three punches.

"Hoo! Hoo!" Wright gasped twice quickly, enduring the numbness in his arms caused by the force impact, and quickly crossed his hands and closed them. The scene of his first battle with Aaron suddenly appeared in his mind.

At that time, he saw a kind of "light". After conjuring spirits with the inexplicable spell that appeared in his mind, a bright red light appeared in his hands, like the radiance of a god.

In his desperation, Wright ignored the fact that this was a training and a fight.

His brain was suddenly filled with the desire to win and lose brought by the power of the red magic source and the battle atmosphere. He used the "Touch of Darkness" to feint attack again, and after stabbing the "Shark Head" several times, he suddenly looked like a He jumped back like a gentle kitten, landed smoothly on the solid concrete floor, and opened a distance from Wen De.

Immediately afterwards, he recited the incantation in his mouth and said:

"I pray to the goddess of light!"

"I call to the Lord of the Night!"

"Destroy it!"

"hurry up!"

Then, Wright realized that his hands felt like they were grasping hot lava, feeling hot and almost unbearable.

Moreover, a rich, bright, and bright red light that almost completely covered up the dim light emitted by the surrounding gas lamps emerged between his hands.

He felt the power that was about to burst out, and the suppressed urge to fight in his heart reached its peak.

Then, he aimed his crossed arms at Wendek, surging all the remaining full red magic power in his body, aiming at his huge body, condensing power!

"Captain, it's dangerous. This kid may have lost his mind!"

"Yes, stop it quickly. This is magic power, a rich magic power we have never seen before!"

"Captain, shout stop!"

Seeing the ball of light formed by the red light in Wright's hands getting brighter and larger, the team members behind Wendek warned him, hoping that he would stop this meaningless fighting training that was close to internal consumption.

However, Wendek just stared at Wright's hands with cold eyes, which exuded a bright red brilliance, and even had a weak white electric current surrounding the red light like a small snake.

Then, he snorted coldly with his nostrils, pinched two "shark heads" with both hands, and the light green grass-type magic source power surging in his body, as well as the earth-type magic power that was hard to detect, exuding a light yellow light. All the source power is concentrated on the "Shark Head".

That's right, the captain of the "New Wind Team", the fifth-level Hurricane Wendeke, is an extremely rare superpower with dual-type magic source power in the Sune Empire and even the Church of the Lost. !

Immediately afterwards, under the infusion of Wendek's two kinds of magic power, the vine-like hair on the edge of the "shark head" turned into a sharp and straight existence at the top.

Under the influence of a second of nearly incandescent brilliance, they merged into one, turning into a round, dark mechanical wheel connected by cyan blood vessels and composed of complex gears inside.

"MB-401: Shark-headed Mechanical Wheel, a product between biological and item monsters. Wright, this is what I just said, the so-called half of the sequential monsters!"

Then, the bright red light from Wright's hands finally gathered together, and fired a horizontal cylinder of bright red light in the direction of Wendek.

And Wendek was not to be outdone. He also activated all the magic power in his body, enhanced the power through the "Shark Head Mechanical Wheel", and fired a pure black beam of the same size in the direction of Wright's red light beam. of "light".

boom!