Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 50: The Demon Source Order Group and the Orderer (Please collect and recommend)

Zhenye Empire, Old Uko Province, Migov temporary hospital ward.

"Ugh, it seems that my withered body should have almost recovered. I heard that big man Brett said that we should evacuate Migov in two or three days. After all, I lived here quietly for a few days and went to see After looking at the majestic Migov Church, I still miss this place a little bit." Wright took off the bandage in his hand that was still stained with sporadic blood and threw it into the iron trash can nearby.

It’s a pity that there are no plastic bags in this world. I heard that the discovery of oil can only be traced back to a few decades before the New Year.

In the past few days, he had obtained from Brett a history book related to the old Crusted Empire that he carried with him. After all, he mentioned this great empire many times in his communication with the "Mechanical Spirit" in the Gray Dream. of empire.

History can provide a bright way forward for people in the future. History is a mirror that can shine through all human nature. This is the opening chapter of the history book entitled "The Afterglow of Crusted".

After all, this book is based on chronology, telling the general history from the end of the Krusted Empire, from Ivan I to Ivan XXV.

There is mention of a great king, Ivan XXII.

During his reign, the Krusted Empire not only completely controlled the entire Aventrai Empire, but even directed its troops towards the Psius Empire and Ptoia Federation to the west, as well as the divided Flame Federation.

In that era known as the "Glory of the Double-Headed Eagle", Ivan XXII discovered oil and carried out large-scale exploitation.

In Wright's view, he is like a time traveler who not only formulated the constitution of the Crusted Empire, but also formed the parliament of the existing human federation and formulated the rules.

At the same time, he also promoted the internal combustion engine and steam engine invented by the civilians of the original Central Empire. Relying on these developed weapons, the Krusted Empire formed a truly modern army.

Moreover, he also freed all the slaves in the Crusted Empire and asked them to redeem themselves, and the country allocated wasteland for reclamation, or arranged to work in factories under the empire's jurisdiction and enjoy an eight-hour work system.

Not only did he maintain the relationship with the entire Crusted class as much as possible, but he also gave trust to magicians and extraordinary people, allowing them to move from magic to the fields of art or mechanical creation to develop themselves.

Ivan XXII also completely abolished the knight system, and weapons such as swords, bows and arrows that were so brilliant in the Second Age, allowing them to enter the field of culture and art, or the category of national fitness.

Instead, there are various types of new pistols and artillery, and even some prototype steam planes. At the end of his reign, the Empire reluctantly built the first biplane called "Wind", which was completely controlled by the operator and continued to fly in the air under its own power.

In addition, the "Tarot Cards" consisting of 16 sequences and 22 results, which have been popular in the areas controlled by the Cruzeid Empire for nearly a thousand years, were also officially summarized and promoted to various cultures during his period. field and became the "protagonist" of various fantasy novels at that time.

"So, this Ivan XXII was also a great ruler. Although he was attacked and killed by the Prime Minister of Parliament and other nobles from behind, it did not affect his contribution to the Krusted Empire. But if he left anything behind A book, or even a diary would be fine.”

Wright picked up the green book on the white tiled window sill and put it back into the khaki military backpack.

Immediately afterwards, he wore the khaki military short boots that Brett had brought him. After pacing repeatedly on the clean ground, he walked to the almost empty window sill outside.

The bright light of day gradually began to disappear from the east side of Migov Town. Through the intertwined shadows of the spiers and domes of the Migov Church, Wright felt the harshness of the afterglow that was gradually spreading as golden as ears of wheat. Winter is almost over.

After waving to the warm and inexplicably shuddering sun in the distance that was gradually turning orange, Wright sat back on the white hospital bed and began to nibble on a clean piece of black bread without a label.

"The food here is really scarce, Wright." The red face suddenly appeared from his neck and slid in front of him.

"Cough...cough, you, uh"

Wright was obviously startled by the sudden familiar voice and the face intertwined with red threads. Half a mouthful of bread choked on his throat, forcing him to cough hard several times to avoid suffocation.

"If you show up and say hello to me, if you show up like this every time, I'm afraid you'll have to go to the mental hospital to see me when you get to Chekavsk." Wright curled his lips and put the remaining bread on the table. On top of a lump of paste-like "temporary food supply", he punched his chest several times.

"Speaking of Wright, now you have mastered the power of the red magic source to form a spirit. In the next few days, you and I will go to the industrial city of Chekavsk. But I feel the reluctance in your heart, and there is a persistent Continuous and continuous fear?" The red man asked with a familiar smile.

"Yes. The last time I came out of the city of Sugra, I went to the battlefield and fought with that crazy man Yatuo. To be honest, I don't know how I won that time. Anyway, I was scared of anything. New locations make me restless," Wright said matter-of-factly, looking up at the white ceiling.

"Sequelae of traumatic stress. I think you need to experience a battle that is yours and that you are completely in control of. In this way, you will truly feel how powerful your body is. Those little careless people, Weak sequential monsters, and even seemingly strong humans, can be easily knocked down by you. After all, you possess the power left by the demigod - the red magic source power. Of course, that is me, I am red The incarnation of the power of magic." The red man said with a strange smile on his lips, a smile that belonged to a hunter.

"Currently, I have only used the magic source power to form spirits to enter the Gray Dream, and I have never even tried divination. As for the power or ability of the so-called [Order], I have never understood it. When you talk about fighting, I'm afraid I can only rely on It's there." Wright pointed to the "Bear" pistol placed on the bedside table.

That was the deadly weapon he "accidentally encountered" when he first woke up from this world.

"If the red magic source power is used in combat, it is the power of fire. In fact, if you don't want to return to Socra, you can call yourself a fire-using superpower and join a team of superpowers in the Human Alliance. It's even better than the Sogra Guards in terms of treatment. But if you consider your future status in the Zine Empire, you can use it wisely." The red face guided.

"Of course I need status. If I can't get to General George's position or get in touch with the Socra Committee, not only will I have no way of knowing my secrets, I won't even be qualified to know what the Socra Committee wants to use the daughter of Tool Yuan to do. As for Deeper levels of 'paradise', 'ritual' and 'sequential gods', obtain sequence cores to enhance the order of the devil source, and even become the true controller of the empire, the savior of the wasteland world, and even compete with the mysterious and unpredictable evil. It's all empty talk to get in touch with high-ranking gods." Wright said firmly, his black eyes fixed on the red face.

"Actually, you don't need to recite the incantation. If it is not used for divination or to open gray dreams, or to try to communicate with the gods, the incantation is redundant. But you need to spend double the spiritual power to form a spirit. In the meantime, you can Try to surge the red magic power in your body and pour it into weapons, pistols, bullets, or even a wooden stick. People on the outside will only see that you defeated Wu Xinren with your strong physical fitness, and I don’t think it’s the result of the magic source power. As for the [Order].” The red face deliberately let it slip.

"Speak quickly, otherwise I won't have the patience to wait for you to explain in detail. I have been very busy collecting military items these two days, and maybe someone without care may invade here tomorrow." Wright said a little impatiently. "Simply put, each of the 16 sequence groups comes from a human emotion or behavior. The above 8 categories belong to the kindness sequence group, namely love, dedication, persistence, understanding, order, adventure, prayer, Guardian, the next 8 types belong to the chaos group, namely chaos, rebuke, killing, theft, deception, anger, fear and prophecy. The order group is very special, the probability of appearing is less than one thousandth, and the ones in the lower half of the group The prophecy order group is also very special. It is a neutral behavior on the surface, but it is classified as a chaotic order group." The red face patiently explained.

"Why? Do you have an explanation?" Wright asked puzzledly.

"Each sequence group corresponds to a profession, such as theft, which corresponds to [Stealer]. If the [Thief] profession is promoted to an upper-level profession through opportunities and is recognized, it will be [Stealer]. This type of human being is thin and lean. , but their speed, agility, and ability to control subtle information are extremely strong, and they even have amazing memory abilities. At the same time, they can hide their aura and wander among the unintentional and the lost without being discovered. Even, The strong ones among them have also visited the realm of gods and come out alive. As for the upper-level profession of the prophecy group [Prophet], his exclusive ability to prophesy usually leads to chaos and brings disaster." The red face is serious. explained.

"Where is [Order]? Is it special?" Wright asked, seeming to be aware of the specialness of his profession.

"There is no exclusive ability. And it cannot be promoted. It can only be independently certified by the sequence of cards through the power of gods. However, [Order]'s ability improvement is all-round. If the sequence reaches 3 or above, it can be copied through active learning. The ability of other upper-level professionals, thus becoming a king-like figure. Order, order, isn't the defender of order the king? The most important one in Xilu chess, no, it is the king + the pope, the most important and the most powerful, Contains all the abilities of other chess pieces. The ultimate outcome of [Order] is to lead and control all other types of professionals to jointly achieve a great goal and become a great person! Order will be the most important weapon in your hand , is also the belief you need to pursue throughout your life." The red face said.

Wright actually saw a look of affirmation in his eyes made of red silk threads. Was it for him?
  Wright shook his head vigorously and sneered: "It turns out that I am such an important role. If you put it this way, do I have to get in touch with that daughter of the Mechanical Element?"

"Yes, to contact Him, it is best to obtain the Inspiration Sequence Core under His guidance and hope to be promoted to Sequence 4 as soon as possible. Only in this way can we truly enter the realm of extraordinary people."

Wright looked at the red face's serious and sincere explanation and nodded emotionally.

Immediately afterwards, he held his chin, his black eyes rolled, as if he thought of something, and asked:

"By the way, do you have a name? If possible, I would like to call you to provide me with some possible assistance."

"Call me Hain. It is the surname of the previous owner of red magic source power. I am the product of the combination of his power and the remaining soul. There is nothing wrong with this name." "Hain" said.

"Red-faced Hain, how about this?" Wright made several strange smiles.

"You are such a cutie." "Red-faced Hain" said angrily.

"I think……"

Just when Wright was about to talk about an interesting topic in his mind, he suddenly felt a stinging pain in his heart, and then, there was a roaring sound and heavy breathing sound like a beast in his ears.

Is it a heart attack? Or, heart disease plus paranoia?
  Isn’t it nonsense that my attending doctor mentioned mental illness a few days ago?
  Wright took two long breaths, punched his stinging chest several times, and tried his best to shake his slightly dizzy brain.

"It's not hysteria, Wright, I heard it too. Chaotic footsteps, painful screams, and, beastly..."

"bump!"

Before the red face's narration was finished, the small white wooden door in front of Wright was forcibly opened by a broad figure.

With the ultimate human reaction speed of less than 0.3 seconds, Wright quickly picked up the commonly used silver-white "Crazy Bear" pistol engraved with a double-headed eagle pattern from the bedside table.

Almost in an instant, the actions of opening the safety, loading the gun and aiming were completed.

"Lite, let's go! There's an accident. The unintentional people are much faster than us. They have breached the main entrance of Migov and are now rushing to the hospital!"

The person speaking was the big man Brett. At this time, he was not wearing the silver-white uniform commonly used by the escort. Instead, he put on a military green army uniform, wearing black wrist guards, tactical gloves, knee pads and other hard materials. Equipment that can protect vulnerable parts from unintentional scratches.

He even wore a black helmet that was common in the Sugra army. Apart from the brown mask, he looked exactly like a special soldier he had seen on TV in the previous world.

"Now? An unintentional person is... calling me?" Wright asked with a little trembling and fear in his voice.

After all, he has never actively used the red magic source energy to attack Wu Xinren, and his withered and thin body may not be able to sustain the battle for half an hour.

"I'll protect you and retreat to the back gate of Migov Town while fighting. Moros will drive a Spider chariot to pick you up. I'll go to Route 49 with the large army. Now hurry up and put on your bag. Don't Hesitate!" Brett shook the black rifle in his hand a few times and urged in a serious but slightly hoarse voice.

Just as Wright packed and picked up the yellow military backpack as quickly as he could remember, a large bear-like paw suddenly stretched out from the broken white wooden door.

At the same time, another nurse wearing a white coat, with her body and hands covered in blood, and metal glasses that had been broken into pieces, rolled and crawled into Wright's ward.

Her eyes were bloodshot and desperate.

Then, with a violent gasp, she stretched out a finger tremblingly, making a strange "gurgling" sound from her throat, and cast a scornful look at the shuddering "bear claws" outside the door. look.

　Light is going to fight Wuxin! ! !
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)