Echoes of the Wasteland Echo Chapter 30 Laboratory and Girl The temporary military hospital in Migov Town was rebuilt from part of the Migov Church. Before the New Year, it was under the jurisdiction of the Uko Province of the Zhene Empire. After the outbreak of the Heartless Man Crisis
, was changed to the jurisdiction of the Chekavsk stronghold.
In the fifteenth year of the New Era, due to the almost complete fall of the old Crusted Empire, the Zine Empire's all-out defensive war was declared completely bankrupt due to the disastrous defeat at the Battle of Shaita. In March of the same year, the Zine Empire Parliament passed a resolution led by Timo
Motion No. 29 "Recommending the abolition of the comprehensive defense policy" proposed by De von Saint-Senburg.
Since then, the previous provincial system has been completely abolished, and has been changed to a policy of focusing on stronghold cities, supplemented by highway lines and railway lines, and extending outward.
The town of Migov was founded on the continuous improvement of such initiatives.
In 515 SGD, the Socra city army achieved a decisive victory in the battle called "Dawn of the Blood Wolf" against the Legion of the Lost "Church of Hope" and "Church of Giants" near Chekavsk.
Part of the contamination was eliminated by spraying the diluted product of Agent No. 13, thereby establishing a military stronghold in the rear of the town of Migov.
As the military operation of the Zhne Empire at the Kovo City Station was defeated miserably due to the bombardment of MB-079's Fire of Punishment, the small town of Migov was flooded with the defeated soldiers of all armies and forces.
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The hospital, which looks like a white tomb, leans against the seemingly holy gray-black shadow of the church. The traces of being baptized by gunfire some time ago still remain in every corner of this hospital filled with blood and filth.
"Boom-boom-boom-boom"
The mechanical roar of the elevator came from the dark underground corner of the hospital.
A man wearing a black trench coat, a long round hat, a pure black cane in his hand, and a pair of pure white gloves stained with blood and dirt pushed open the heavy door that was dilapidated and stained with reddish-brown rust.
, slowly walked towards the cage-like elevator with a metal plate hanging on the top and the words "Area B" written on it.
This is the vertical elevator leading to the unknown extraordinary laboratory at the bottom of the hospital. It is about fifteen meters above the surface.
The man touched the "Wolf" brand pistol produced by the "Xinyuan" factory hanging on his waist with his right hand, and looked left and right, observing in the dark and humid environment with a few rare gas lamps lit.
Immediately afterwards, he pushed his hat down to cover his face, walked quickly into the elevator, which was made up of a metal grid and resembled a birdcage space, and pulled down the black and blood-red lever.
"Boom - boom - boom - boom"
The old elevator that was almost built in the last century made a heavy roar again. When the terrifying sound "exploded" to the extreme with the feeling of falling, the man in the trench coat finally reached the laboratory area at the bottom of the hospital.
"Is it Mr. Aaron? Why do you have time to visit this forgotten old man like me today?" an old man wearing a white coat and rubber gloves asked in sharp Zinetian dialect.
He was holding blood-stained pliers in one hand, and a dirt-stained towel that had been used for an unknown period of time in the other hand and was wiping away the blood.
"You old man, I think the people here are not smart enough and are going crazy. If the situation is not urgent, can I come to you? Don't forget your agreement, and you are still with the Lost One and Socra
Commitments made before the committee. Mr. John Sugera," Aaron said.
Then, he took off his round hat in front of John, placed it on a relatively clean table filled with strange equipment, and then pulled out a chair made of scrap iron next to him, with anger.
Sat down.
"I heard, Mr. Aaron. Your biological brother, Yatuo, the Lost One whom you most relied on, has died. This was his choice. He dedicated himself to the fire of punishment, so his soul will inevitably die.
Be sublimated. It is said in "The Secret Book": In the twenty-seventh era of the Era, active dedication has created a great world, and the gods will bless them in heaven."
"Shut up!" Aaron yelled, slamming the table with his hands covered with crocodile scales, and scolded in a stern voice:
"Don't tell me about heaven, Lord. You are a pastor, you are a professor, you are the director of this hospital. From your standpoint, you would think like this. But my brother, he died! He was forced by humans
Entering the realm of death!"
"No, he offered sacrifice on his own initiative. You also know that both the Steam World and the Extraordinary World want to gain control over the gods. The Extraordinary Investigation Team in Sugra City has detected changes in the magnetic field of Silent Highlands. And you are also the source of magic.
The possessor of power, the lost person of level 5: pain, must have also felt the strange movement in the realm of gods." John adjusted the metal glasses on the bridge of his nose and said leisurely.
It seems that death and extraordinary are nothing special in his eyes. The difference between human beings and creatures is just a different name.
"Mr. John, I don't want to beat around the bush with you. I will tell you my purpose directly. I hope that my brother, Yato the Lost, will come back to life."
Aaron sighed and stared blankly ahead with deep, unfocused eyes, at the scarlet-toned laboratory hidden deep under the Migov town hospital.
John was not a saint. Except for a few individuals who lived in the wasteland, people often focused on profit. He deliberately remained silent for a few seconds, trying to wait for Aaron to come up with profit-related conditions so that he could bargain.
However, whether it was because he was too sad or because he had the same idea, Aaron remained silent in the dark and humid environment.
Simply, John put the instrument aside and chose another topic semi-threateningly:
"Mr. Aaron. After the disastrous defeat of the five human armies in the past two days, many guests have come to my small hospital. There are people from Chekavsk, Donusk, Sokra, and even Zhinetsk.
Elite. I forgot to tell you that there are also guests from the 'Lone Wolf Society' who have been against you. My place is overcrowded. If they know that there are lost people here..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! John deliberately prolonged the word "lost person" to observe Aaron's reaction.
"The Lost Ones? Haha! Don't threaten me with the Lost Ones. If they know that you are engaging in cruel and extraordinary experiments here, your fate will be no better than mine! You have violated the Code of Sune and the Extraordinary
According to the "Things Management Regulations", your end will be no better than mine. But of course, I have my principles when asking for help."
As he spoke, Aaron took out his human-like left hand from his cuff and fumbled around in the closed compartment in his windbreaker pocket.
Immediately afterwards, he took out a stack of banknotes stained with oil and printed with the city of Socrata, and slapped it in front of John.
"One hundred thousand new sun coins can be exchanged for 2857 new ducats. This is the remuneration for your service, Dean. If my brother can speak and act, whether he is a machine or a monster, or whether he has consciousness, I will
I will pay you the remaining 100,000 Singapore dollars. I won’t lose on this transaction, and you will make a profit.” Aaron crossed his hands and nodded slightly.
"Ah, haha, haha. You are too polite." Seeing the new coins, Dean John's face seemed to have been blown by the spring breeze, and there was a little smile under the quiet and gloomy tone.
Sure enough, money is the cure-all for everything!
"You know, Mr. Aaron." John said in a complimentary tone while stuffing the new coins into his black pants pockets. "Now the church and the hospital are not making money. Let's not talk about every transaction.
They have to issue city ticket stubs and pay taxes. Just talking about the hospitals requisitioned by the army, they have to use reasonable medical supplies and ensure the survival rate of those [soldiers]. Besides, people nowadays are very realistic, and people who believe in the Lord also have to
Fewer and fewer."
"I don't want to listen to nonsense. I just want to know how long it will take to resurrect my brother. Also, how long will it take for us to detect the miraculous space of that sequential god. If you can handle these two problems, you will have more than just money in the future.
And status. You know, General George Sugla has always had a dream." Aaron stood up, looked at John with contempt, and said:
"He wants to summon the gods, obtain blessings, and create a 'paradise' for humans."
"Paradise?" John pushed up his glasses and asked doubtfully.
"Yes, paradise. This requires the help of the looming god in the silent highlands. Human beings have been silent in the wasteland for too long. Darkness, darkness, depression, despair, these emotions are not only felt by humans all the time. We are lost
The same is true for those who cannot feel these emotions. If there are ignorant and fearless creatures who cannot sense these emotions, they are probably the unintentional people we can occasionally mobilize. Monsters and extraordinary things continue to pollute the world, and gods are always high above, overlooking everything that happens in the human world.
.George hopes to find Him to build a paradise so that humans can truly be their own masters.”
When Aaron said this, his left fist was clenched, and his eyes showed an emotion that was not consistent with his scarred and wrinkled cheeks.
Light, it's light, the light in the wasteland, the light coming from the eyes of the lost!
"But, paradise? I remember that "The Ancient World of All Things" recorded a passage from the second era of the alien beast wolf tribe." John took a few steps forward, turned around and said:
"The so-called paradise is probably just a bait for the gods. There is only an endless ice field at the end of the world without any living creatures. The sad words whispered in the ears guide the desperate creatures to pursue cruel hope. But hope is only exclusive to the gods.
"
"Then become a god!" Aaron retorted.
Immediately afterwards, he put his right hand covered with pitch-black scales on John's right shoulder, and said in a low voice that sounded like a devil's whisper:
"Now that the deposit has been paid, you should show me your laboratory. My brother needs the best treatment, and that girl should also be here with you."
Accompanied by the low "click-click" sound of leather shoes interlacing with the ground, along the narrow pontoon corridor filled with pipes and various metal equipment, Aaron and John walked into a room where only chemicals gave off a light green light.
In a dark room.
Aaron looked up casually, and saw that the large iron basin on the far left was filled with the broken limbs of various creatures, including light green squid tentacles, a tomato-shaped cat head, a huge whale heart, and a certain monster.
The eyeballs with jet-black pupils were removed from the body.
They were placed together, intertwined with dark red blood and pale white inexplicable liquid. If you look closely, there seemed to be something resembling human bones inside.
"These are discarded products. These two are my favorite works. Mr. Aaron, the one on the left is a warrior stitched together by the most powerful creatures. It constructs body bones through machinery and incorporates black emblems and dark elements.
The ultimate power of the magic source. If it can be awakened successfully, then he will be a powerful lost person second only to gods. Of course, your brother can also enjoy this technology. I think, if mature, he will jump sequence
Level 5 Pain, you can be promoted to Level 4 without contacting the gods: Hope, it is even possible to awaken a new upper-level profession." John introduced confidently.
He stretched out his right hand and pointed to a large cylindrical container on the left that was filled with culture fluid and glowed with green fluorescence.
Aaron took a look and saw a monster that looked like a human creature inside. It was filled with various metal conduits. It was squirming slightly under the sound of oxygen being injected, as if it was suffering some kind of pain.
Its head retains 60% of human characteristics. Except for the indescribable weird fluff at the corners of its mouth, there is a coat of arms engraved with strange symbols embedded in its forehead. This must be the "dark coat of arms" that John calls it.
Aaron looked down and saw that its upper body was covered with a layer of feline fur, a pair of sharp claws shaped like a tiger, thick chest muscles, eight-pack abs and the "ghost back" that humans only have after exercising to the extreme.
Somewhat fierce.
Its lower limbs are three thick tentacles, strong and powerful, covered with metallic skin and tissue glowing with a strange blue light. In addition, there is a weird abdomen covered with scales.
"Is it a patchwork of certain creatures?" Aaron asked curiously, holding his chin and observing carefully.
"Yes, it's more than that. But if you look at another incubator, the girl in it has the power to communicate with the gods. As long as she wakes up." John used a weird but mixed with the unique way men face the opposite sex to represent their inner thoughts.
said the lewd voice.
"Girl? Yes, that's her. Communicating with gods? Interesting." Aaron tilted his head, stuck out his tongue and slightly licked the corner of his mouth that smelled of blood, and then observed with a strange attitude.