The Shine Empire, Old Uko Province, and the camp in the area A of the Donusk ruins.
Awakened from the messy, confused, and a little painful dream, Wright gasped and looked at the sky that had already begun to shine outside the steel wire bed.
"It's a headache! I've had a dream before that I could meet a substitute of the gods, or apostles, and give me some tips. There are still many messy sounds in the past two days. Men, women, children and elderly people have both. It seems that I have a lot of mental pressure. No, I have to ask Molos to help me. If the red magic source power or other powers pollute the spirit, I have to treat it as soon as possible."
Wright said to himself, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hands, before stumbled on his neatly escort silver-white tops and tactical trousers.
After washing his face randomly with cold water that was not very clean with mud and sand marks, he took two deep breaths with comfortable face to relieve the feeling of hypoxia and discomfort caused by sleep.
"By the way, Brett said yesterday that this place should not be far from the quiet highland, but the 'Shit Heart-03' line seemed to have encountered some problems nearby, and was destroyed by a group of unintentional people with wolf tails and white leopard heads. The only useful road is crossing the ruins of the Donusk city, and it is about to be Venucia today. Alas--ah!" Wright sighed.
Then, the sigh changed into a comfortable stretching sound.
After the fatigue of the whole body gradually disappeared and the body reached the peak of extreme relaxation, Wright hurriedly picked up the iron basin with the Socra Double Eagle city emblem and poured the water into the drainage pipe in the corner of the room.
Wright looked around the room where the dimly kerosene lamp was lighted. In addition to the cold concrete floor, the mottled walls with slightly falling off the walls, and three old wire beds that would make a squeak when they sat on it, there was a long leather-painted table, a notebook on it and two open cans with some yellow-brown food residue left.
"Eat something, it's breakfast. Anyway, I don't know how to cook in the world. Apart from instant noodles, hot pot and egg fried rice... I don't seem to be able to cook anything.
There are only some memories of cooking food when living in the wild, and they don’t know how to cook.
If one day the empire rebuilds order and the entire wasteland world returns to normal, I have to learn to cook, at least let Bret taste it, and let Molos taste it too. By the way, there is also the blood clan boy, [Thieves] Mi You, he should only eat some duck blood clots and make a Mao Xuewang? Haha."
Looking forward to a better life in the future, Wright even hummed the children's songs circulating in the Shrine-Nirvana Empire in the fragments of memory, took out two brand new cans from the cardboard box next to it, and placed them on the old green paint table.
He pulled open the worn red painted seats and sat straight up.
This is the camp area made of four or five meters high wall made of steel painted with black paint.
In addition to the outer part near the Donusk ruins, there are more simple cement bungalows like this as close as the train station.
After all, members of the Explorer Association from all over the country, the civilian legions participating in the Battle of the Silent Highlands, and the Imperial soldiers who stayed here for a short time need such a midway supply station.
But getting close to the Donusk ruins means that the closer we are to the unintentional and the lost, the houses built are simple in material and fast in construction. Steel-plate houses just have this feature, and they can even be urgently rebuilt and restored to the original state after being destroyed.
After all, there is no need for cement to do any construction in winter, but cheap steel plates are fine. April of the New Yuan calendar is nothing more than summer. The snow in most control areas of the empire has not melted yet, and the temperature is still hovering around zero degrees.
Moreover, the Donusk camp is divided into Areas A and Areas B. Although they are located on the edge of the city ruins, the Gobi Desert and yellow sand are covered with the Gobi Desert and the yellow sand, one is located in the west of the city ruins and the other is located in the east.
Including Molos, Brett, himself and Miyou, if he can go to the camp in Area B for two days before the unintentional people there wake up in a few hours.
Moreover, each camp has a commercial area and a basic office area, which is considered a small town. But it is not clear how long the railway line will be repaired, and there may be problems with the transportation of materials.
"I remember Bret said last night," Wright subconsciously knocked on the tabletop covered with dust and some black spots, looking up at the dim kerosene lamp that set off his terrifying shadow, and continued to murmur to himself:
"If you go around the Dunusk ruins, it will take four or five more days. Not only will you waste time, you will lose your direction in the Gobi Desert. Besides a non-naturally formed river and a lake surrounded by steel materials, it seems that water cannot be obtained. Brett is really interesting. He also said that under the lake is an older urban ruin, a quiet highland, a lost swamp and a central lake, a thousand years ago, it was an ocean. Is the Mediterranean? Interesting. Perhaps there were civilizations like Atlantis that appeared in the "under the sea" once."
Wright smiled and put the can in front of him.
He carefully looked at the title of the above words "Imperial Military Canned Food: Cultivated Meat" and although he could not understand that "cultivated Meat" refers to specially cultivated virus-free animals, or artificial meat made of protein using special techniques. In short, it is enough to be eaten.
He is now a psychic. In other words, he has a certain resistance to the burning liquid of the unintentional person. As long as his spirit is not polluted and he does not fall into a situation where the san value is lost, it is impossible to become an unintentional person. As for the lost person, it is not within his consideration.
Carefully clenched the pull ring, pulling it along the metal line at the edge with moderate strength. After one round, Wright got a large block of "lunch meat" similar to "lunch meat" with flesh-colored and brown substances.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! After putting the pull-up ring on the upper half and the metal trash can still beside it, Wright took out an iron spoon from the yellow military backpack.
After all, it is better to use items for your own daily use. Even if other people’s items are not contaminated by burning liquid without intention, it will be difficult to deal with if someone with ulterior motives puts something addictive.
After putting the "cultivated meat" into the military iron lunch box, Wright dug a piece close to the color of the meat with a spoon.
He sniffed the meat from the spoon close to his nostrils, and Wright smelled a strong and attractive aroma of meat.
It seems that this piece of meat is not a simple canned product, but has been simmered by the most skilled chef, who uses more than a dozen spices and low heat. After 49 days of boiling water, the five-spice and fresh aroma are absorbed by it, so that while supplementing protein and calories for the Empire [Soldier], they can miss the taste of cooking.
In turn, keep the hazy, perhaps never experienced feeling of home, ensuring that everyone can retain a trace of the daily life atmosphere of human beings when fighting the unintentional and the lost, avoid mental breakdown from the subconscious, and delay the process of mutating into the unintentional person.
After eating the canned food in a few bites, Wright simply cleaned the spoon and lunch box with relatively clean reserve water. After throwing the residue and iron into the trash can, he put the exclusive silver-white helmet of the guards exclusively, using steel and aluminum, and a silver-white helmet called "Tiyi" that has only been discovered and applied to military affairs in recent years. After wearing it, he subconsciously stroked the "double-headed eagle badge" on his forehead that reflected the yellow light in the house, then opened the wooden door and walked out.
"Wright? Wright? Come on, I'll help you. You're the only one, that kid doesn't have enough strength."
As soon as he left, Wright heard Molos's hoarse voice.
It seems that since last night, his throat has been damaged by the dry climate. Apart from coughing from time to time, he doesn't speak very well.
Looking at the spacious open space in the narrow courtyard, Wright saw the familiar figures of Molos and Brett busy.
"Here you come!"
Wright agreed and trotted to them.
"What is this?" Wright asked, pointing to a ten-meter-long piece of wood that Brett and Molos tried their best to lift.
"Please help, stop talking nonsense!" Bret said anxiously in a thick voice.
"Okay." Wright answered inexplicably.
With hands that didn't have time to wear any protective gear, contracted all the muscles in the upper body, and pressed the wood in the direction guided by Molos.
"Huh, I'm so tired. Fortunately, you woke up, otherwise you would be in vain again." Molos wiped the sweat from his forehead under his brown hair and complained panting.
Letter looked at Molos, who was half bent over, and resting on his knees with his hands, and Brett, who was gasping for breath.
Molos seemed to have changed into a simple black mechanical armor that he rarely saw in his memory. He said it was a armor. At best, he could protect many important parts of his body from harm with the hard metal material. He also had a thin metal sheet on his chest with the identity of "battlefield inspector" written in the Sunnese Empire language, which was handsome.
Brett seemed to have been pulled out by Molos before he could change his clothes. In addition to the military green short sleeves, his upper body was the tactical trousers of the guards.
However, the short-sleeved shirt was more like a tights, perfecting his strong chest muscles and the rare eight-pack abs.
That is the figure that many men envy. Besides, Molos's figure is tall enough, but it is not as weird as a person without intention.
"What is this? Huh." Wright asked Molos with a breath of breath and pointed at Changmu.
"Although this is rarely used in cities, the camp cannot send telegrams for the time being, so they can only be set up by themselves," Molos explained.
Wright looked up and saw that the top of the long wood was a hexagonal wrapping antenna, and its line path was directly connected to a machine next to it, which was the "Military F-01" telegraph machine produced by Socra's "Journal Factory".
There was even a small bulb emitting yellow light at the top of the wood, all connected to another large battery without any trademark.
"Molos has told me his plan. I, you and that child, Miyou, have the same attitude and purpose." Molos suddenly said:
"It must be stopped, or it can be said to destroy the 'Blood Night Ritual'. And based on the "Internal Military Newspaper" sent to Bret every day in Chekavsk and some internal news that I can access, it can be concluded that the Crown Prince Ivant, the actual controller of the empire, has no absolute interest in the gods."
"I think so," Brett echoed.
"I hope I don't have any channels to contact the church. Maybe that child of Miyou can. But I'm sure the three major lost church groups must want to explore the 'Daughter of Mechanism', and you said you've contacted Aaron, the consul of Chekavsk, right?" Molos confirmed.
"Yes, he is a loser, that's certain." Wright nodded and replied.
"That's right. There is one message from the Socra Committee to your guard yesterday. Pay attention to Aaron as much as possible. He has a key to find and open the realm of the gods in his hand. It is not a herald or the so-called apostle of the gods that do not exist, but that woman. Brett," Molos turned his head and looked at Brett who was standing on his hips, frowned and thought, saying:
"Do you remember the woman we talked about on the day of the Silent Highland Outpost A? It's the woman singing the old Cruzder country style ballad."
"Remember, I rarely forget the information about women, although I rarely see women." Brett's face seemed to have a blush.
"I heard that the legion of the blond woman who started to contact the blonde woman was like a princess of Cruisd, who was crazy. So now the Empire has allowed an underground research group to contact and dig out her secrets. At present, Aaron is suspected to have controlled that woman, and it should be named Ina. So after entering the quiet highland, we'd better contact Aaron first. Wright, you've met Aaron, he's trying to make friends with you, right? It's the most suitable thing for you to complete the tasks I want to contact." Molos suggested.
"No problem." Lait nodded and agreed.
"The wind last night made the wood fall. Miyou's kid jumped up and down, but it's far from doing some strength. But Wright, you seem to be much stronger. The exercise in Chekavsk days really worked." Molos said with a wicked smile.
He actually stepped forward and hit Wright in the chest with his fist.
But what surprised him was that although he could feel the impact of Brett's powerful fist and heard the sound of the wind from the whistling fist, his chest was only slightly hit by an object and did not notice any more pain.
Perhaps it is the red magic power that is constantly strengthening its body in the dark?
Or after the battle with Kayas, he had actually been eroded and transformed part of his body by the burning fluid of the unintentional person?
I have time to ask "Red Face Hain". After using the "Oil Lamp of Hope" to enter the gray dream, I have never seen him again. Maybe his magic power is overdrawn.
Just as Wright was thinking in a mess, Brett and Molos were suddenly heard in his ears, with a little confused and at a loss.
"Sun! Sun!" Bret shouted, pointing his thick finger at an area east of the sky.
Wright subconsciously looked at Brett's finger, and a pure, blood-like red sun filled the sky with its radiant light.
It seemed as if the old god lurked in the deep sea quietly flew into the sky, splashing his terrifying red blood, hoping to use this to show the world's rebirth and to show that everything would fall into the "Lalayer's dream".
Against the backdrop of the red light that gradually rose and formed in the rising sun, all the buildings, bungalows, camps, walls, and even the figures of Brett and Molos, in Wright's view, turned into a dark ball, as if the shadows used in oil paintings to create the ultimate tone contrast with the crimson world.
Four or five minutes later, as the bright incandescent sun shone onto the land of this wasteland world, Wright re-sees a bright, early morning world with the unique style and atmosphere of the camp.
There was also Brett with a little horror and Morros with a solemn look on his face.
"What does red mean?" Molos murmured, and then he turned his head and asked Wright:
"Wright, do you know what I believe in?"
"I would like to hear it carefully." Wright replied calmly inexplicably.
Chapter completed!