Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 62 Crown Prince Ivant
  "Huh...should I call you a superpower? Or a fellow Lost One?" Qiao Yin said, breathing heavily.

Immediately afterwards, he tightened his lean calves stained with mud and blood, took two quick steps back, and opened a relatively safe distance from Wright, a member of the escort.

Taking advantage of the "safe distance", Wright stretched out his right hand to unbutton two buttons of the black trench coat, and pulled open the army green shirt stained with scarlet blood to check the injury.

The strange thing is that the skin and flesh inside his heart have been opened, and streams of semi-viscous blood are coming out, but the "Psius Dagger" seems to have been affected by some external force. It seems that It only penetrated to a depth of about one centimeter.

I didn’t even feel any pain from my body!

Is this the effect of the red magic source power?

Eliminate pain, allowing the holder to go into battle without any outside influence?

But why does this blood feel so hot?
  Just as Wright's thoughts were briefly attracted by the wound on his chest, Qiao Yin, the [Shadowman] boy in front of him, had a weird and terrifying smile and insect-like red "compound eyes", and spoke in a childish and somewhat resentful voice:

"Brother, you should belong to the army. I wonder if you will be classified as a person with superpowers or a lost person? As we all know, the hearts of superpowers do not mutate. They only get some special abilities."

"Heart mutation? Impossible! My heart is still flowing with human blood, even though there are wounds, you see." Wright denied it inexplicably, forcefully tearing open his windbreaker and damaged military green short shirt, exposing his chest.

Strangely, when he saw the chest again, the wound caused by the dagger disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared. Only a faint dark red blood stain remained, as well as a subtle fishy smell that could be smelled.

"Disappeared? Healed automatically? Without warning?" Wright was a little incoherent.

He blinked his dark eyelids hard several times and shook his black-haired head hard. He suspected that he had fallen into a dream, a strange dream induced by the power of the devil.

Could it be because of the special ability of the "Psius Dagger" to see the terrifying power of insects when touching the skin and fall into madness? Have you been affected by it?
  Just as Wright was trying his best to think about the reasons for the strange things happening, Qiao Yin in front of him let out a horrifying laugh.

Immediately afterwards, his right arm suddenly fell off from his body.

With the crisp sound of metal hitting the blue brick ground, the sequential monster "Psius Dagger" fell like a cheap item near the simple slippers he was wearing, which were made of two pieces of plastic and rope, and was knocked carelessly by him. Kick your feet away.

"That's right. Although the induction of the Lost One and the ability of Pusius's dagger have had a certain impact on your spirit, big brother, this is very limited. In fact, the dagger did not hurt you at all. The defense of your magic source power is like Steel, it seems that your assassin should have mastered a power beyond the recognition of our middle-level professionals. Beyond the power of the Chekavsk security team." Qiao Yin said with a gradually distorted expression on his face.

"In terms of mental shock, I can feel that I have become immune to it since meeting Yato." Wright said using a tactic he learned from a book in the previous world.

When dueling with the enemy, even if there are signs that you are not sure, you need to tell the advantage decisively that can affect the opponent's judgment, even if it may be a lie.

But then, Wright put his left hand into his trousers pocket, where several spare silver bullets were hidden.

He knew that the "Crazy Bear" series of guns were characterized by their huge power, but their disadvantage was the number of bullets. There were only 6 bullets in one magazine. The modified "Crazy Bear" pistol only has twice as many bullets, 12 bullets.

In the escort's tactical guidance based on 6 bullets, a wave of attacks is fired three times in a row. These three bullets are guaranteed to blast the mechanical chest of Wuxin. And two of the remaining three are to make up for the lack of his own attack power.

The last one was reserved for myself who was about to mutate after being counterattacked after a wave of failed attacks.

"You have to load the bullet as quickly as possible. But if the opponent is just a strong child, can you use some means? Use words to distract attention?" A clear thread suddenly appeared in Wright's slightly confused mind. idea.

Then, he coughed slightly and said: "You said you are from the Chekavsk Security Guards, but I am indeed not an assassin who came to kill your so-called party leader. I heard from your tone that this is a complete Doesn’t the organization have the ability to obtain correct information?”

"Information? Haha!" Qiao Yin shook the two sickle-shaped "newbies" that resembled the tentacles of a mantis, and said with a sad smile:

"A black trench coat and calloused hands have betrayed the traces of your military training. The strong aura of magic source power shows that you are a superpower, and may even be a compatriot lurking among humans. Isn't this enough to explain? Moreover, the party leader has heard that the Church of Hope has lost some of its trust in him."

"Is the party leader you mentioned also a lost person?" Wright said, making small movements in his hands, slowly putting the pistol under his windbreaker, and taking the opportunity to replace the bullets.

"He is about to be the manager of this city. But even the most astute human beings would never have thought that for the sake of that god and ritual, the party leader turned out to be an idle chess piece that our bishop left in this city. Moreover, he played a role function." Qiao Yin explained.

"The daughter of Tool Yuan?" Wright blurted out subconsciously.

Although he was familiar with many history books of the previous world and knew that misfortunes come from the mouth, it was too late to notice now.

Qiao Yin in front of him first split his lips and stretched them as wide as possible.

At the same time, his insect-like "compound eyes" suddenly became brighter, like the scarlet moon hanging tens of thousands of meters high in the dark night. Legend has it that it represented the great god, the Lord of the Night.

After making hoarse sounds and roars, Qiao Yin crossed his mantis-like sickle tentacles vertically on his chest and said like a crazy insect monster:
  "Since you know the name of the god, it confirms your identity. It seems that here, brother, only one of you and I can survive. I know that there is some kind of powerful power in your body, so I gave up myself The two arms triggered the final power of Pusius' short sword: the curse of completely transforming into a half-insect. And after I kill you, I will kill another target. This is my destiny."

Qiao Yin roared angrily, and the muscles in his legs tightened again.

Immediately afterwards, like a real mantis, he leaped diagonally upwards to a height of almost four to five meters. Then he stretched out the sharpest end of his right arm and stabbed vertically towards Wright's head.

Ping!Ping!
  Two silver bullets instantly passed through Qiao Yin's neck.

With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, Wright took half a step back, pulled the trigger again, and fired a third shot at Qiao Yin's defenseless head. bump!
  The roar of firearms echoed in the silent streets with no human presence, and seemed particularly clear.

When the bullet passed through Qiao Yin's head, Wright saw scarlet red mixed with white latex-like liquid splashing outward.

As Qiao Yin's red compound eyes full of anger and despair flashed a few times, and his body twitched irregularly, he forever lost the qualification to exist in the wasteland world.

Seeing Qiao Yin who was no longer moving, Wright let out a long sigh of relief and slumped down on the cold blue floor tiles.

Fortunately, because of the power of the red magic source, I completed a series of consecutive actions of loading, inserting, pulling the trigger, and shooting at the most critical moment.

When faced with a life threat, these remaining memory fragments that cannot be pieced together can still play a key role.

However, this small victory in the battle against the Lost lies not only in the reminder of the red-faced Hain, but also in the power of the red magic source. It should have perfectly strengthened the body's various reaction abilities when it was formed, and it should still hide many unknown things about it. Strength, but it seems that... it still overdraws a lot of spiritual power.

It seems that I have to take advantage of these few days to go to the Chekavsk Army to get a little training. This time I will listen to Brett's words.

An awkward smile appeared on Wright's face.

After putting the "Crazy Bear" pistol back into the holster on his waist, Wright glanced at the blood-stained Qiao Yin with disdain.

After casually picking up the 2-yuan new coin that was scattered on the ground and depicting the cityscape of Socrata, Wright tore it into pieces, threw it on the clean stone tiles on the ground, and murmured:
  "You don't need a gun to conduct a sneak attack? Sir, times have changed!"

……

The soft sunshine at noon rarely appeared in Chekavsk, an imperial stronghold city with thick black smoke and mainly industry.

In the past few days, Aaron, the leader of the City Industrial Party, was elected as the new ruler, and the imperial crown prince, the eldest son of the current emperor Reka I, Ivante Rurik, was about to reach the age of twenty and was approaching the day of performing the royal coming-of-age ceremony.

After discussions with several important members of the Industrial Party, which mainly controls factory production in the city, Aaron and several important members of the Industrial Party decided to reduce overall production in the city for three days to create a reasonable blue sky to welcome the crown prince.

The breeze blows gently and the eyes shine brightly. At the end of the "Chekavsk Independent Garden" under the huge iron wall on the edge of the city, an area bordered by out-of-season sunflowers, chamomiles and coniferous forests was flooded with humans who looked dark from the outside because of the uniforms they wore. .

The leader of the Industrial Party, the new ruler, and the highest-grade purple-clad cardinal of the Church of Hope for the Lost, dressed in a pure black suit, a tall round hat, and holding a gentleman-like cane, stood on the periphery of the crowd and gazed inward.

His brown eyes did not dare to reveal any red aura related to the lost. He deliberately placed a towel with a steel plate at the heart to cover up possible accidents.

He raised his hand and glanced at the expensive "Dark Night" watch inlaid with diamonds and gold produced by the "Dark Night Bright Materials Factory" and opened it. He looked at the golden hour and minute hands that were about to coincide. It was currently around 11:58. He looked relieved for a moment.

A burst of fireworks-like sound came from the crowd in front of him, mixed with black and white smoke, slowly rising into the sky. The ceremony of "paying homage to all living things" that was the prelude to the Crown Prince's formal coming-of-age ceremony was about to come to an end.

He looked inside, except for the twenty or thirty members of the Zhenetsk Guard who were wearing silver-white tops and tactical shorts, holding one-meter-long "Tiger" rifles, and wearing pure white masks. At the end of the room were the crown prince, who was wearing a pure black suit, with his hair slicked back, and the old bishop, who was wearing a white robe with chamomile and god patterns embroidered on the edge with gold threads.

As the hoarse and old prayer voice of the old bishop passed by, a dozen security personnel wearing black masks and pure black suits standing next to the crown prince took a few steps back to make room for the crown prince and the cross in front of him. A little space.

After staring at the cross in silence for a few seconds, closing his eyes and praying silently for a while, the crown prince in his twenties, whose face showed a well-kept fair complexion, but did not look immature, stepped forward and walked over. Next to a golden kneeling cushion.

He raised his head and glanced at the two- to three-meter-high cross made of industrial steel and painted with red paint, and behind it, a one-meter-high low-rise similar to a miniature bungalow built in the style of the Eastern Fire Empire. After the building, he chose to kneel on his knees in the most pious way towards the Lord.

Immediately afterwards, he looked again at the "double-headed eagle" pattern carved on the door and wall of the one-meter miniature bungalow hut, as well as the carefully carved edges of the bishop god with twisted tentacles, and he chose to put his hands Put it into a copper basin filled with water in front of you, and insert it three times in the forward and reverse directions.

Then, after all the water droplets stained like jumping elves were sprinkled on the red paint cross in front of him, he stood up and jumped over the old bishop, turned his head and looked in the direction behind him and said:

"The rituals of our Zine Empire are always different from the orthodox rituals of Crusted. This belongs to the culture of the empire, and is not disrespectful to the Lord. So I think the part of the confirmation ceremony should be left at the dinner After that. I came here from Zhenetsk not only because of the disastrous defeat of the empire's army, but also for my father and the so-called sequential god 'created' by the Crusted Empire, which should be called Weapon. The daughter of Yuan, right. Aaron?"

The Crown Prince's last "Aaron" was pronounced with extra emphasis.

After a contemptuous smile flashed across his fair face, Aaron, the new ruler of Chekavsk, deliberately leaned on his cane and walked with funny quick steps across the soft garden lawn to behind the crown prince and answered respectfully. road:
  "Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince. Currently, several large legions with combat capabilities have gathered here in batches. Moreover, the production capacity of the Bright Night Factory is sufficient to meet all the military needs of the empire."

Aaron said, deliberately taking out a white handkerchief embroidered with chamomile and wiping the sweat on his forehead.

Seeing Aaron's "embarrassing action", Crown Prince Evante flashed a strange and confident smile mixed with contempt on his face, and said:
  "My father has been in a semi-conscious state because he was scratched by an unintentional person. Dozens of the empire's strongholds and the large areas of land recovered need me to maintain order. Remember, when the empire's troops are assembled in ten days, they can go to the Silent Highlands and the Church of the Lost. Before the decisive battle to seize the right to detect the daughter of Tool Yuan, I need to see Holly Claytor, the prime minister of the empire and the administrator of the Socra Committee. Yato, remember that the empire is always a macro whole, and I need you Send me a telegram to attack the capital Socra that is about to move. Of course, you can save some face and be tactful."

He stared at Yato with his half-purple eyes, then straightened his dusty black suit a few times, turned around and walked quickly towards the exit of the garden.

"Yes, His Majesty the Crown Prince." Yatuo replied with respect and a slightly trembling voice.

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(End of this chapter)