The Shine Empire, the Old Uko Province, the Donusk ruins to the middle of the camp in Area B, on the "long middle section" Gobi Highway.
"Hu...hu..., every time I come out of the 'Grey Dream', I will feel so exhausted after a while.... Fortunately, I don't have to go in every day."
Sitting in the narrow mechanical chariot, Wright gasped heavily, and applied a jelly-shaped substance mixed with a lot of dark red blood, forcibly supporting his body that was feeling exhausted. He was never clean and dusty, and stood up and sat upright.
He leaned his hands against the solid wood steering wheel covered with black leather, allowing brown sweat to drip from the junction of pure black hair and forehead, and fell on his tactical trousers, forming a wet stain.
After a few seconds of soothing, after taking a long breath, he placed his right hand on the "Mad Bear" pistol.
"Just just now, am I so impulsive? Those legion soldiers were just laughing at my way of walking. They were indeed a bit bulky, their eyes were blurred, their mouths were half open and their bodies were covered with blood, but I still said hello to them with a clear mind. If I were to be the loser based on these things... it seems that this is indeed the case..."
Wright gave a bitter smile helplessly and continued to say:
"It's just that the inspiration for promotion to level 6 is that not only has the ability to react, physical fitness, but also combat skills that are inexplicable... It cannot be quantified. It seems that not only these, but also their temper has improved, and they seem to be a little more impulsive.
If it weren't for the lack of food on the way from Donusk and the hard and boring journey that caused some mental problems... If it were a small problem, would it be really the apostle of the gods manipulating behind the back? Or was this an accessory brought by accepting Soukod's power promotion? The potential possibility of becoming a bloody monster? Or was it already flowing in one's body with the 'burning liquid' of unintentional people?"
Thinking of this, Wright panickedly opened the vague silver-white guard top and reached out to touch his chest.
It was the location where I was injured by gunfire when I woke up from this world for the first time!
"Huh, that's fine."
Wright breathed a sigh of relief.
The chest area is still firm with skin without the texture of steel.
And you can feel like an organ beating like a pump, without the feeling of a mechanical heart.
He breathed a sigh of relief in an instant, leaned on the back of the main driver's seat, and completely relaxed.
"It seems that my [orderer] should not be superimposed on the identity of the lost person anymore. I am still an individual, a pure, real person. I am just a psychic. At best, I will occasionally have a bad temper, right?"
"The soldiers of the legion laughed and insulted a little loudly, and they never thought that I would immediately hit their heads... It seemed that they were too confident. I think they were mostly lost in the Gobi Desert and were more soldiers of the Sunetsk Legion who were silent in the highlands.
I'm afraid the only one who can truly humiliate and mock me in the wasteland is the member of the Sogra guard. They mocked me like a slow, unintentional person, like a duck, and said that I can only be worthy of shining their shoes... They deserve to die."
Wright angrily recalled the "filthy words" of several legion soldiers just now, deliberately omitting many parts that were not suitable for children, and cursed in a low voice.
However, in order to clear my mind, I did not continue to be impulsive and an inexplicable bloodthirsty feeling from the depths of my soul, and I also went to communicate with the "armor spirit" about the meeting. I finally calmed down completely.
He instinctively sorted out his messy hair, dressed his top and tactical trousers neatly, and picked up the silver-white "Mad Bear" pistol, and after getting the barrel, he was still in the passenger seat.
He remembered that he had never manipulated pure machinery since he came to this world, and naturally he had never driven a mechanical chariot.
But after the regiment destroyed the entire team and snatched their mechanical chariots and some strategic supplies, Wright was surprised to find that he had skillfully operated the chariots for at least two hours.
Very familiar, as if these techniques were imprinted in his head.
If it weren't for the influence of extraordinary power and magic power, it would probably be an important memory of Wright's original body.
After all, Wright is a warrior who has fought for the Empire for many years and can manipulate machinery. It seems that Brett, the big guy in Socra, mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally.
If half of the eye could only see the red vision, if my heart hadn't become increasingly eager for blood, I could have been driving a chariot into the camp in Area B. At most I could pay some new coins and find a decent military hotel room.
Restoring his mentality and carefully savoring the mantras given to him by the "Emperor" in the gray dream and the information revealed about the "Selector" diary, Wright made up his mind to enter the quiet high ground, enter the area where the center "Vita Water" is located, and enter the area where the "Daughter of Mechanical Yuan" is located.
He knew that the Socratic Council members, especially George, would definitely appear there, and the telegram also had a part of the part of George's exploration of the "Daughter of Mechanism".
But if you want to explore the truth, the red magic power in your body, the identity of the [Order], the mysterious touch, the truth that the Church of the Lost and the Socratic Committee wins over, and the most critical truth that you travel through, you must enter there, and you must also meet George, the members of the Church of the Lost, and the "Daughter of the Mechanical Yuan".
Also, there were no figures of Brett and Miyou along the way. If the masked soldiers who saw before falling into the lake that did not belong to the empire threatened Brett to be real, not dreams or hallucinations, I am afraid I would have to find a way to contact the Socra Committee.
Escape cannot solve the problem, but only makes the problem more complicated; only by greeting and facing it can you get the answer you want!
"This world is too dangerous, I don't like it here!" Wright complained secretly, but his heart was still extremely firm.
After rebooting the mechanical chariot and advancing along the straight road covered with ashes scattered after the burning of plants and animals, and gradually rising sand and dust, Wright finally completely left the road between the Dunusk ruins and the camp in the middle of the B area, where he saw several mechanical chariots of the same style parked on the side of the road.
When Wright drove at high speed, he glanced at the soldiers leaning against the mechanic tank. They seemed to have encountered difficulties. Their chariots seemed to be emitting black smoke. They did not possess any weapons, and were trying to intercept his mechanic tank for help.
But a story flashed through Wright's mind that he saw in the "Chekavsk City News" did not slow down, but instead rushed straight over.
Just a few years ago, the "Independence-Z Team" of the Chekavsk Legion encountered a team of soldiers stranded in the swamp while performing a mission in the outskirts of the swamp.
At that time, the commander of the "Z Team" who was also a soldier of the army, got off the car and provided assistance, and gave the few food to those soldiers at a low price.
But no one expected that in addition to the two who were the leaders who were pure humans controlled by the mind, the others were two lost people, one superpower, and seven or eight unintentional people who were controlled by them as if they were puppets.
The final result was naturally that the entire team was destroyed, and everyone except the captain became a dinner for the lost and unintentional people. The captain with kindness was kidnapped, injected with "burning liquid" and waited for the city of Chekavsk to redeem people.
The newspaper published that Chekavsk consul Kaygu did not pay a cent of the new coins, but exchanged the captain for a member of the Lost Church.
But in fact, he paid at least 1,500 SGD in private, and more than 20 "Dark Night" series rifles were solved.
However, afterwards, whether to enact relevant bills to refuse to help compatriots who are in danger along the road has become a topic of debate over the city council for several years, and there has not been a clear conclusion yet.
After driving for about half an hour, Wright finally felt that the surrounding scenery began to change drastically.
The originally dry weeds on both sides of the road have turned into vital and unrestrained green grasslands.
The tall birch trees and poplar trees that are known as immortal for thousands of years have lost their traces, becoming a pile of swamps and some low bushes.
There were a lot of water stains along the way, like they were splashed on, but it was more like the scene after the rain.
Wright remembers Brett said that the northern part of the quiet highlands is not all yellow sand Gobi. There are several places with abundant water and grass, suitable for grazing and water collection. There are many mud fields there, which are somewhat similar to the lost swamp, and vehicles can easily get trapped in it.
There are many low hills in the quiet highland. The camp in Area B is built at the foot of the mountain and at the entrance of the highland.
After several years of self-development, the camp has extended a lot to the south due to the opening of mountain roads, which is equivalent to three Migov towns and one quarter of the size of Chekavsk city.
After stopping the mechanical chariot, Wright took out the map of the "Produced by the Chekavsk Dark Night Factory" that was "seized" from those legion soldiers, and also a military compass. After drawing for a while, he finally roughly determined his current location.
"This place should be not far from the campsite in Area B. The map shows that you can see the entrance of the camp after advancing a short section along the main road. After climbing over the mountain in the distance, it should be the quiet highland. The location of the three major churches of God and the Lost, I was a little excited to think about it."
Wright said, putting the map and compass back into the yellowish backpack on the co-pilot and zipping it tightly, for fear that people would see the supplies inside and the new coins they carried with them.
As for the "Emblem of Tomorrow", Wright simply held it in his left hand and hid it under the tactical gloves.
"Look, this is the breath of nature. The previous suppressed loess Gobi, the dangerous lost people and unintentional people, and the painful underwater world no longer exists. It has been more than a week since I left the human group, but it seems like seven or eight years have passed. Humans are indeed group animals." Wright crossed his hands, put them on the back of his head, and looked ahead and sighed.
"Yes, Brother Wright, I like to go to a real human town, too." A young boy voice came from the middle of the rear seat behind Wright.
Wright did not show any panic, but responded very calmly:
"Wind, I remember that you were not interested in us when you left your grandfather, the "unintentional village" of "Dream Maker" before. Why did you follow me after I came out of Dunusk and killed the legion soldiers who insulted me? Didn't you be afraid that I would kill you in impulse just now? You know, the characteristic of the "Crazy Bear" pistol is its power. It penetrates a strong tentacle of a [Temptation]."
Wright's tone was a little doting and apologetic. After all, letting a child see bloody and killing scenes will have a serious psychological shadow on him. Even if he is a semi-lost, his heart may not be extremely strong.
"Actually, I..." Feng muttered:
"I originally wanted to go to human towns alone to exchange for some food and daily necessities. You know, there was a shortage of food in the village. Even if there were soldiers from the army occasionally, it would be difficult for us to make one or two of them disappear, and then turn them into food. Besides, water sources and living equipment are also problems. Now many creatures outside human cities are stronger than the lost ones, and hunting is not a good choice."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Is your grandpa so relieved that you are here alone?" Wright smiled and worriedly, turning back and looking at the "wind" gently.
"He was used to being free and free. After divination for you that day, he remembered a dream he had in college. He wanted to try to decipher the reasons for the formation of the wasteland world, so he brought some daily necessities and a small amount of money, left me a few new coins and gave all his other things to those villages' "friends". He said he wanted to go to the Cruzde Federation, but I was not actually close to him. He said that the lost people should live alone like my age."
"Whether hunting humans to survive, selling their souls to serve humans, turning into beasts and monsters to wander in the wilderness, or even joining the three major churches, I want to be independent.
He believed that the life of the lost is too long and must be explored and visited this wonderful world to pursue the true meaning of life. Therefore, I simply drove me out." Feng replied, looking a little disappointed and sad.
"So, you originally wanted to go to the town to exchange for some daily necessities and food, but your grandfather insisted on driving you away, so you don't have to go back again, right?" Wright guessed.
"That's right." Feng nodded.
"And then you happened to see me killing as you walked along the road in your memory, but you followed without hesitation?"
"Yes." Feng admitted.
"That's OK." Wright turned his eyes around, came up with an idea, and said:
"You seem to have grown a little taller, right? Then you can just change into the clothes of the Legionnaires. I remember a soldier who was killed by me was about the same size as you.
If you meet humans, you say you are from the Chekavsk Legion. After the battle, you are separated from the army and your ID is lost. But you want to return to the Legion in the camp in B and participate in the Battle of "Silent Advent". You'd better say it's my younger brother. I think my identity as the Socrates Guard can still protect you from being overly 'attention'."
"Okay, Wright...brother." Feng agreed simply, and looked at Wright with his light green eyes, blinking hard and "lovely" a few times.
A few minutes later, Feng changed into the clothes of the Legionnaires and walked off the mechanical chariot, throwing his original linen top and jeans into the mud and water beside him.
Wright also got out of the car and prepared to breathe the fresh air in the surrounding verdant environment.
But just as he was about to close his eyes and enjoy it quietly, he suddenly heard a horrifying and panic scream.
Looking along with the trend, through several lonely trees, about a hundred meters away from the distance, Wright saw a huge reddish-brown sphere that shone with light.
There seemed to be several figures wearing military green army uniforms, shaking their bodies around the sphere in a twisted and messy manner.
"What is that?" Wright said curiously.
Chapter completed!