Wasteland Echoer

"Lost?" Anthony carried the "Federal Eagle-New" rifle on his shoulder, stroked the barrel that had been painted and looked exceptionally new, and cautiously observed the several "explosive fishmen" that were approaching quickly, and asked:

"Where is their leader? The, uh, Lost One who commands these 'heartless people' behind the scenes?"

"I don't know." Dak shook his head and answered awkwardly:

"That Lost One seems to have the ability of [Troublemaker] just like me, hiding his body among the 'Heartless People' and the environment. Perhaps it's because we have similar types of magical powers that I can sense its existence."

"Let's not talk about this for now. The situation is urgent. You have brought weapons, right? Come with me to get rid of these monsters first!" Anthony shouted loudly.

Accompanied by another loud roar and explosion, a fireball suddenly rose from the carriage not far in front of Dak and Anthony and spread outward like flowing water.

The flames suddenly expanded and disappeared like lightning, leaving behind a blazing iron object.

Bang!

Anthony half-crouched down and pulled the trigger, instantly killing an "explosive fishman" who was trying to approach the two men. Then, he pulled the trigger in succession, firing five or six bullets and knocking down the "careless man" who was a little further away.

Although the train was affected by several explosions, it did not derail. Seeing that the surprise attack was not effective, the Lost One who commanded this group of "careless people" let out a clear and harsh wolf howl.

These "explosive fishmen" quickly retreated to the intersection of the Casta de Lake ruins and the railway track with the bone forks in their hands, attempting to meet up with the densely packed other types of Wuxin people coming from the west side of the Nabuya Mountains behind them.

"It's the 'Wave of Careless People', a new 'Wave of Careless People'!" the adventurers exclaimed loudly.

Only a few of them were young federal officers from the West like Dark, and some old adventurers like Anthony, but many were just young people who dreamed of getting rich and were deceived by the Novayask City Committee to come to this central Far East area full of dangers and opportunities.

"How can we complete the mission by going on an adventure with a bunch of insects like this?"

Fortunately, most of the staff who maintain the trains are elites who frequently travel between dangerous cities. Not only are they commissioned by the cities, they also have ranks granted by the Federal Committee. In critical moments, they quickly cut off the carriages affected by the explosion, picked up the horns, maintained order, and drove the terrified adventurers to relatively intact carriages.

Immediately afterwards, the train's conductor, Hakka von Kastanov, who was also the head of the transport department of the Novayask Strategic Regiment, quickly jumped out of the window.

He threw away the miscellaneous rifle in his hand and organized some of the experienced psychics, soldiers and staff on the vehicle to launch a simple counterattack.

"You, go to the 'safe compartment' to get weapons. Remember, take as much as you can. Now this group of 'careless people' seem to be waiting for some kind of order and are temporarily hesitating. We must take this opportunity to repel them, using time to buy space and leaving enough space for escape." Hakka ordered in a deep, low but resolute and powerful voice.

As the flames in some carriages were extinguished and the cutting and separation work was gradually completed, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated a little, and the sun, like a wheel of fate hanging high in the sky, sprinkled some golden light on this land filled with the smell of blood.

This group of "careless people" living in the darkness began to become restless under the sunlight, and the scales on their bodies gradually changed from dark blue to warm colors.

"This group of 'explosive fishmen' seem to have chameleon-like abilities and can blend into the environment. No wonder we were unable to discover them and fight back in the first place." Anthony analyzed.

However, the movements of his hands never stopped.

While others were walking out of the car with rifles, sniper rifles, bazookas, and even small hand cannons, looking for the right angle to shoot, Anthony seemed to see the figure of the lost person hiding like a ghost in the gradually brightening environment through the high-power scope on the "Federal Eagle-New".

"Here!" Anthony whispered.

Bang!

A specially replaced silver bullet was fired from the barrel. After the initial acceleration, it flew in an elegant parabolic shape over the heads of a group of "careless people" who were roaring in disorder, passed through a strange shadow among the snow, and hit the ground with a little blood.

Then, a dull whimpering sound came from the shadows, and a Lost One in a robe covered his chest. After his figure flashed a few times, blue-red blood mixed with burning liquid flowed out.

"Attack!" The lost man in the iris robe did not panic, nor did he lose consciousness. Instead, he pointed in the direction of the train with his white finger and uttered a trembling, very youthful voice.

At the same time, his hoodie was suddenly lifted up by the sudden strong wind, revealing his red eyes, the sharp chin and high nose bridge unique to the Putoyans, and the plaster-white facial skin unique to the vampires.

That's right, he is the former "ruler" of the "Order Society", the follower of "Wind Mine", Mirren, a seemingly insignificant vampire bodyguard.

At this moment, he was desperately mobilizing the magic power of fire in his body, holding a mountain-shaped ice that exuded a visualized cold breath in his hand, commanding this group of dangerous "careless people" to launch a "wave" against the train.

As the "heartless people" charged forward recklessly, Mirren finally couldn't hold on any longer. His legs went limp and he knelt on the ground, covering his chest with one hand. He kept coughing up blood, but his face was still firm:

"We can't... let these people find the 'decaying lithium mine'. We can't let them activate the 'evolution platform' to destroy this piece of land... the land we depend on for survival. Humans... these despicable creatures, as long as there is a little temptation... they will rush forward regardless of everything.

"The 'Wind Mine'... became... became the 'Axe of Pramini' because of their conspiracy. I just need to hold the remaining adventurers here... here, and wait... wait until Nebrius's spirit completely collapses. The brothers of the 'Spear of Odyssey' and the 'Devotion Group' can destroy... destroy the 'Core of Khitanria' and avoid the disaster."

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Back to Dak and Anthony, although Anthony raised his gun and shot Miren, he was not sure whether he really hit him. The "explosive fishmen" near the ruins of Lake Custard in the distance began to charge forward desperately. He had no choice but to raise his gun and continue shooting at them.

Dak, on the other hand, mobilized the abundant water-based magic power in his body, and with the unique natural blessing bestowed by the icy and snowy environment, a blue light surged in his hands. He pushed ice cones, symbolizing death, at the "explosive fishmen" who dared to approach him, and punctured their gills that stored biofuel before they exploded.

Although this attack caused a lot of sticky, disgusting black mucus to scatter all over the ground, and also caused the body of the "explosive fishman" to split in the middle and turn backwards and outward, like an extremely complicated puzzle that fell to the ground after a dull sound, fortunately, more damage was avoided.

“Ouch!” “Ouch!” “Ouch!”

Successive rounds of attacks were repelled by a temporary team composed of adventurers and train staff. The instincts of the "careless people" began to compete with the energy of the Lost. Gradually, the magic power in Mirren's body began to dry up. Due to the conflicting relationship with the environment itself, Mirren's fire magic power was gradually on the verge of exhaustion.

Just as a dry riverbed cannot provide a habitat for living things, the resistance of the "heartless people" began to intensify. The mournful cries from their throats, similar to those of wolf-like creatures, were an instinctive struggle against control.

As one "careless person" fell one by one, the unwilling smell emitted by the blood of their companions also caused the following "careless people" to gradually retreat and dare not approach the train.

"Our attack is effective. The 'Explosive Fishman' and other 'Careless People' have begun to retreat. As expected, it never hurts to prepare some weapons from the west on the car." A rare and creepy smile appeared on Hakka's face, which was as weathered as a piece of crumpled paper.

He quickly climbed over the car window and returned to the driver's seat, turning on the horns of the entire car and commanding:

"The 'Heartless' have begun to retreat. Now, everyone must return to the first five carriages within fifteen minutes and pack up their personal belongings and 'collections'. I'm going to rush to Hoptov at full speed!"

After a brief moment of excitement, the surviving adventurers began to follow orders, collect their weapons, and move away the valuable remains of the "explosive fishman". After taking away the remaining supplies in the carriage, they returned to the carriage and closed the doors and windows.

Soon, urgent bells began to ring in the snowy wasteland as if calling lost souls, and quarrels, discussions, painful wails, and the joy of survivors spread in the carriage.

Healthy adventurers, including Dak and Anthony, began to count the loss of items and the value of the seized items. The injured, except for those with special abilities, were injected with the "Federal Potion Zero" distributed by the train after their wounds were simply bandaged to avoid being invaded by the "Heartless Virus".