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Chapter 75 The Silent Future

Echoes of the Wasteland Echo Chapter 75: The Silent Future "Very good, Wright." Brett praised:

"It seems that as long as I give you a little guidance, you can completely master these complex combat skills. Although it has been seven or eight years since we met in Zhuolin City, I have the impression that you have always been good at using firearms.

I’m not very proficient, and I often forget to do things like put bullets in.”

Brett looked down at Wright's short black hair with his emerald eyes. After two or three seconds, he changed his playful and doting expression to one of slight surprise.

After breaking away from Wright's body, Brett fumbled a few times in the pockets of the Zine Empire Army uniform's jacket, which was stained with dark red bloodstains and had a few small black holes.

"Ding!"

Accompanied by the crisp and subtle vibration of metal collision, Brett opened the lid of the lighter with the word "Donusk" engraved with clouds and jellyfish stripes in his hand, and rubbed the wheel several times.

A ball of flame, as blue as the sky and as red as the blazing sun, powered by special oil, quickly spurted out from the small hole.

The flame came into contact with the white part at the bottom of the cigarette for only two seconds, and a halo-like white smoke mixed with a mixture of several complex smells escaped from the edge of Brett's stubbled lips.

Mixed with the strong smell of tobacco, Wright seemed to also smell a hint of gin, which is the only official alcoholic product still produced by the empire.

"Am I not very good at using firearms before? No wonder I... still can't handle these things after losing my memory. I need to ask you for tutoring, Brett." Wright said with a somewhat embarrassed smile.

He shook his sore right hand. After a whole morning of shooting training, that arm was now as if it was bound by a hemp rope with a heavy stone hanging below it, and it was difficult to move.

After placing the jet-black practice pistol on the red plastic bench again, Wright put the silver-white helmet back on and even closed the black buckle at the neck to achieve optimal stability of the helmet.

"Wright?" Brett took two puffs of the cigarette in his hand and shouted.

"Are you going to talk about a new mission?" Wright's tone was full of subconscious longing for world exploration.

"Of course not here. However, now I am more and more impressed by your strength. I wonder if you noticed a detail just now?" Brett asked with a little envy.

"My power? To be honest, ever since that... ritual? and the amnesia, I have been surprised by the power in my body. Even many parts are difficult to understand. But I don't have a [scholar] or...

Magician friends will give you answers, but you, who are trustworthy, may not necessarily understand these things." Wright joked.

"Moros is fine. As a battlefield observer, after all, he is also an investigative member of Sogra's Extraordinary Team and an honorary member of the Ordinal Monster Research Foundation. But let's not talk about this for now. Did you notice? I was actually pointing you at your last shot just now.

I didn't really support your right hand at that time. There was a certain distance between your hand and mine, but you accurately hit the tenth ring. This is a suddenly improved talent." Brett threw the cigarette in his hand aside to the iron garbage.

In the barrel, he continued:

"There is inspiration in everything, and it can also be called coincidence. But not in battles related to life and death. All progress is the accumulation of life and death. There is no shortcut, just like the Putoa Federation before the New Era.

Just like the knights, their swordsmanship has gone through wearing heavy armor and sweating countless times on the training ground. Maybe you, Wright, how old are you this year?"

"I should be...24 years old." The basic information in Wright's mind was not completely shattered by the time travel.

"Then you have a chance to be promoted to the Dark Star level. I don't want to try to figure out how you possess the magic power, but as a superpower recognized by the Chekavsk Legion, your future in the wasteland may be

Not just as simple as a general of the Human Federation. You can fight and kill the Lost without using steam firearms. Just like Moros said, your future may not just be a general of the Human Federation, but may be that legendary semi-

God exists." Brett had a complicated expression on his face.

Wright looked at it in confusion, and saw a broad face mixed with envy, longing, suspicion, jealousy, and even a little worry.

Even when Wright looked carefully, there was a faint light between four colors of red, yellow, green and black that was constantly changing between Brett's eyebrows.

He wiped his eyes subconsciously, and the light evaporated instantly like morning dew and disappeared.

"How about Wright, go and return the practice gun to the management office, and I will take you to the top floor here. The weather is bad today and the wind is very strong. I think I can bring you some important information from Sogra." Bray.

Te said in a low voice seriously.

"good!"



Climb up along the relatively bright corridor with incandescent searchlights turned on, and along the rusty stairs that make heavy "squeaking" and "dong-dong" sounds.

It wasn't until the surrounding light gradually turned dark that Brett stopped in front of a palm-sized transparent glass door, reached out and slowly opened the valve.

The strong wind on the top floor of the training center instantly poured in from the door. Due to the difference in air pressure on both sides, Wright felt like a sailboat stretched out on the sea of ​​darkness and lightning, letting the strong wind blow.

When he followed Brett's feet on the solid concrete floor and looked at the dim sky, Wright seemed to feel that there was a giant monster hidden in the darkness and haze, using its pure black round eyeballs to

Someone was staring at him, wanting to lower his huge palms at any time to pick him up and throw him around like a toy.

"The cloudy weather is coming." Brett opened his arms and broad chest, looking at the endless dark clouds above his head and said:

"According to the "Imperial Meteorological Records", less than one-fifth of the five-hundred-year-old years during which the sun was actually visible was seen in the New Year. Because unintentional human scorching fluid also has a considerable impact on the climate, once the cold winter passes, the Empire

The hazy weather will last for at least three months. In these days, humans can only look up at the endless darkness and sigh, and nothing can be changed."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What can light change?" Wright blurted out, looking blankly at a cloud that looked like a beast's mouth, and sighed.

"Do you know why Socra's beliefs are divided into two categories: the Lord of Darkness and the Goddess of Light?" Brett suddenly turned his head and asked a digression.

His white hair blew with the air current and began to spread out messily, like messy weeds.

But the interweaving of white and pitch black seemed to Wright to be inexplicably sad.

"I don't know, I stayed in Socra for a total of two weeks." Wright shook his head and shrugged as a scholar of the habits of a superpower in the previous world.

After all, it has only been about a month since I traveled to this wasteland world. Although the information I got was an explosion, after all, most of it was extremely complicated and difficult for me to understand.

We know it, but we don’t know why. Just like the goddess of light and the lord of the night, apart from their code names, they know nothing else.

"Because of balance, humans in the Steam Age hope to obtain a balanced world because of reflections on ancient wars. If there are people who believe in the Woman of Light, there must be humans who believe in the Lord of Dark Night. The Goddess of Light advocates people to yearn for light, but going one step further is endless

sea ​​of ​​fire."

"The Lord of the Night expects people to go into darkness, but if they don't pay attention, they will fall into endless ice. Just like the city of Socra and the committee, they have fallen into darkness. Wright, I now choose to believe your words about the Blood Night Ritual.

"Yes." Brett said in a half-snarl at the end of the sentence.

"Has Sugra's mission been completed? Or is there something new?" Wright's heart thumped, and a trace of uneasiness flashed through his heart.

"This is a telegram, on the surface." Brett took out a telegram that had been folded many times and stained with some yellow dirt from the pocket of the Imperial Army uniform jacket, handed it to Wright with one hand, and said:

"Today is April 2nd. The Empire will launch a military operation called 'Silence's Advent' in Silent Heights on April 16th. A total of 100,000 people will encircle and suppress the Lost and Heartless near the Silent Highlands stronghold. This is the time when the Empire enters a new era.

The largest active military operation since the Yuan Dynasty."

"Aren't the empire's military operations to open up Route 65 and regain the Silent Highlands always going on? Are they planning to risk everything this time?" Wright guessed with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yes, as long as the empire wins this time, the balance of the battle with the Heartless People within the Empire will be fundamentally reversed. The Heartless People who have lost the guidance of the Lost Ones are just scrap metal without wisdom. When the time comes, the Imperial soldiers will

Able to attack from all strongholds and rebuild the era of the Steam Age." Brett explained.

"This is a good thing for us... us humans. Why do you look so bitter and resentful?" Wright asked in confusion.

"I remember I told you that the people of the Sokra Committee are lying down and they don't want to go out to attack. I got the news from a good friend of the committee. What you said about the Sokra Blood Night Ceremony is true.

They really hope to find the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element' through the guidance of 527-MB-01, the Searing Emblem, and the Diary of the Order 51 Decider, and in the Blood Night Ritual, they may sacrifice millions of city residents in exchange for all

People fall into the collective illusion of "Raleye's Dream" and eventually create a "paradise" belonging to the nobles.

But as far as he knows, the Zhnetsk direction currently does not know their plan in detail. They believe that the god named 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element' is the military weapon left by the old Krusted, and the empire also hopes to detect and obtain it.

"But Wright," Brett suddenly said with a serious tone:

"Suchra now appoints me as the captain of the Z team of the escort's 'Silence Advent' operation, completely taking over the previous position of De, and you are one of my team members. Although the Sokra Guard also belongs to the Sokra Legion, it is different

The standard for a detachment is 3-5 people. In fact, although I hold the rank of Red Earth 2, I am nominally half a commander. But apart from you, the only person who can be in charge of the same team is Moros, the skinny guy who also serves as a battlefield observer. "

"What is the content of the mission?" Wright asked again, facing the increasingly fierce wind and the dark clouds gathering above his head that were visible to the naked eye.

"Go to the Silent Highlands and participate in the war. And cooperate with George to sneak into the core location to explore the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element'" Brett spoke faster and replied:

"The Chekavsk Army is the last batch of the imperial army to go to the Silent Highlands. Together with the members of the escort who are still in the Silent Highlands X and K under our control and Kofu who have not yet retreated, our Sokra Guard is the last

Entering the Silent Highlands battlefield. We can take a military train to the Donusk ruins via the 'Zhixin-03' railway line, and then go south into the highlands, or we can drive there by ourselves. In short, we will get in touch with other highland combat regiments on April 15th

Just register."

As Brett spoke, his eyes suddenly opened wide and were filled with bloodshot eyes, as if he hadn't had a good rest since the Battle of Kofu.

But then, he gave a wry smile, turned around and pointed in the direction of the Mamous River that ran through the city of Chekavsk in the distance, and said: "Before the New Year, the end of that river was actually the ice ocean in the northern part of the Krusted Federation.

The fate of all of us humans will be the same, falling into the endless icy abyss. But Wright, if the Empire is defeated by the Lost Ones, where do you plan to go?"

"What about you?" Wright asked slightly seriously.

Accompanied by the gradually falling raindrops and the howling wind, Brett helplessly said in a low voice:

"The Crusted Federation, after all, they have the same origin as us."



The top of the bright, palace-like administrative building of the "Industrial Heart" in Chekavsk is unusually brightly lit.

Although it has just entered 8 pm, the city shrouded in dark clouds and haze looks extremely dim, and it looks extremely scary under the shroud of industrial haze.

In a room on the top floor that was about three times the size of an average person's bedroom, the Imperial Crown Prince Ivante was sitting next to a piano, following the accurately written staff, closing his eyes and quickly playing an intoxicating piece of music.

He was wearing a dress in the royal style of the Zine Empire. The upper body of the coat was made of blue and black. The middle was embroidered with golden silk thread with an ice crystal pattern spreading out from the center, and some sunflower patterns were embroidered on the edges.

His lower body is a pair of white trousers without any modification. The pure color will not make people think more about it.

The splendid room is filled with various golden furnishings. Except for the pure black style pistol called "Empire Core" on the crown prince's waist, the entire room is a product of the second and third eras, without any steam at all.

the breath.

After the piano music played by the Crown Prince, like the arrival of stars and gods, finished, Chekavsk administrator Aaron pushed the golden handle and entered the room.

After bending down to salute, Yatuo held a pure black cane in one hand and a tall hat in the other, lowered his head slightly and said respectfully:

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Pusev, the leader of the Lone Wolf Society, and Vladimirski, the leader of the Blood Tribe, are waiting outside the door. They want to invite you to attend today's dinner."

"Oh?" The Crown Prince took his hands off the piano keys, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, tilted his head and asked in a slightly weird tone, pretending to be curious:

"Is it the [Guardian] known as the 'Wolf of Odyssey', the man who almost merged the Lone Wolf Society into the Socra Legion, and the monster man who enjoys sucking blood and can transform into a bat?"


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