Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 564: Novaask (Part )
"Turning blue...is there any special way to say it?" An irresistible chill suddenly rose up on Wright's back, as if a high-power blower was blowing icy wind from the polar regions.

Wright knew that ever since he was infected with the red magic source, this ancient power, his body had undergone a change. His heart was no longer a flesh and blood thing like a human's, but instead, it was an existence that emitted a pale blue light like many of the Lost Ones.

But he should not be a "careless person". Although there are some "burning liquid" components in his blood, he has not lost consciousness after all, and is still standing soberly in front of these local [warriors].

The most important thing is that he has no aggression towards humans, and deep down in his heart he has no desire for human bodies.

Wright felt an inexplicable sense of danger, as if the human soldier in front of him would pull out a black rifle from the drawer in the next second, put it to his head and pull the trigger.

He had already imagined in his mind the scene where his head was blown up, and his body and tentacles randomly bit, entangled, and attacked the people around him.

If he became a Lost One with a headless body and a bloody appearance, it would be enough to bring shame to the few [Orderers] since the beginning of the era.

However, what the tall local [warrior] took out from the drawer was not a rifle, but two "passes" with information not yet filled in. Seeing cold sweat on Wright's forehead, he put the "passes" aside, and a hearty laugh came out of his rough throat, saying:

"Hahaha, kid, don't be nervous. Blue doesn't mean you are an enemy. It's my fault for not telling you clearly in advance. Red Wolf didn't tell you earlier either. Well, actually... it's very rare for the test paper to turn blue. It only happens once in about 100,000 people. So, Red Wolf and I were a little surprised. By the way..."

The tall local [Soldier] put away his previous serious and businesslike appearance, took off the half-new Cruzde officer's hat on his head, and said in a slightly flattering tone:
"We've been chatting for so long that I forgot to introduce myself. I'm the Sergeant Major of the 'City Defense Group' under the Novaask Strategic Regiment, a hurricane rank 1. I was born in this newly built city, and we are called 'Nova People'. My name is Levri, named after the city, you can call me by my first name."

"Okay, Levli... Sir." Wright breathed a sigh of relief, and after coughing a few times to relieve the itchy throat caused by tension, he said helplessly:

"Would you please just tell me what the word 'blue' actually means? The more you talk around the subject, the more uneasy I feel."

"Of course... of course." Levri said with an apologetic smile:

"This test strip is called 'Blood Test'. It is a simple testing tool invented by the federal administrator, 'Silent' Mekodev Chydanov, a hundred years ago. Without relying on any extraordinary power, this test strip can avoid the hours-long blood test and instead use a more time-saving method to detect the identity of the subject."

"Is it specially used to detect Lost Ones and 'Careless People'? Interesting, let me try it." Dak asked curiously. In front of several people, he also pricked his finger and dripped blood onto the test paper.

After about half a minute, the white test paper first turned a light yellow like sand, and then after the water evaporated, it turned into a light red between orange and bright red.

After handing the test paper to Levri, Dak scratched his hair and asked:

"So, what does my...red color mean?"

"Ordinary psychics, um... it seems that they have been lost persons for a period of time, right?" Levri analyzed based on the information presented on the test paper.

"That's kind of true. Before... there was a painful period of time when I was not under the jurisdiction of the Federation. Later, I joined the guard team of Mayan City and reached the current rank of Hurricane 4. However, having said that, Levli, according to your rank you still have to call me sir." Dak smiled and handed over the "Federal Military Membership Certificate" with the Cruzde double-headed eagle emblem and Vasily's autograph.

Although this certificate was updated when he passed through Binglin City a month ago, the situation in the city had already begun to become chaotic at that time. Due to the shortage of supplies, the staff of the Strategic Group only helped him update the information and did not replace his new certificate.

As a result, the "Federal Military Membership Card" in Levri's hand now looked wrinkled, as if it had been soaked in water, but the writing and seal on it were still clear.

"Of course, of course, I have to address you as sir." Levli showed a forced flattery. He held the red certificate belonging to Dak in both hands and handed it back respectfully.

However, the next second, the corner of his mouth opened to one side in an extremely weird and exaggerated manner, revealing his yellow and brown teeth, and he said in a weird tone:
"At least, that was the case until Cruzde and the Federal Council were destroyed."

"But..." Levri's facial expression was like a reset button. The moment he turned to Wright, his facial expression returned to normal, as if the exaggerated gesture and sarcastic words just now had never happened.
"Blood testing has been used in the East for hundreds of years as the only means of testing. The elites in the West don't like it. They always think it's something used by country bumpkins.

"They will use more sophisticated instruments, called 'radiation detection devices', which they claim can detect whether someone is a Lost Person, whether they are mentally contaminated, etc., just by standing in it for a few minutes. But that thing needs electricity to drive it. The energy consumed by turning it on once is enough to keep the lights on in the entire building of our 'Administrative Office' for a whole night."

"So, the energy shortage has made the 'blood test' the only direct way for the East to determine the enemy? Interesting." Wright smiled and muttered in his heart:

"Humans are such an interesting race. They can use the most limited resources to create the most practical tools and brilliant civilization, and they can also use the most abundant resources to create destruction and killing. Such a civilization really needs the correct guidance of gods and creations, otherwise, destruction will be the only way out." However, thinking of this, Wright suddenly felt a bone-chilling fear. This strange and dangerous idea was obviously not his original intention. This kind of thinking that regards humans as the opposite and allows himself to stand at a higher dimension and overlook the human world is definitely not his.

Could it be that he was influenced by the "ancient power" in the "Red Fantasy Ruins"? Or did the "Eternal Red Lord" quietly leave some kind of "arrogant god mark" on him, or... the negative effects of the red magic power? Or did the professional power of the "Orderer" gradually make people... crazy, making it easier for them to surpass humans and regard themselves as gods who control everything?

This is terrible! It has invaded my mind! It is quietly changing my worldview and affecting my cognition!
If I were to be controlled by this kind of thinking, I would become arrogant and conceited. If God wants me to die, He will make me mad. If I become a ruler like "Ivan XXII" in the Wasteland Era, I am afraid that human civilization will be destroyed in an instant.

After all, in this era, there is no country as large and powerful as the Cruzde Empire for these "madmen" to mess around with.

It seems that after entering the city, I have to take a good rest and find some psychics or lost ones who are proficient in magic power and "ancient power" to help check the source of this weird idea.

The most terrifying thing is not the sharp blade or the powerful artillery, but the silent and subtle influence of thinking...

"The different colors displayed on the 'blood test paper' represent different identities. In fact, it is not just a tool for detecting Lost Ones." Levli's voice interrupted Wright's brief contemplation. "Normal human blood will be neutralized by the 'KSR-01' element in the test paper and become transparent, just like the fresh water in the ditch next to it. The blood of the psychics belonging to the Federation will appear orange or light red. But it's different for the Lost Ones. When their blood is dripped on it, it will turn into a rich red. One drop of blood will appear as a pool of blood, which is very creepy."

"Why?" Dak asked curiously, "Why can 'blood test' detect the difference between Lost Ones and those with special abilities?"

"That's because of 'hatred towards us'." Levri replied in a low voice.

"I don't understand." Dak shrugged, indicating that he didn't understand.

Levri coughed a few times and explained:
"The Lost Ones generally experienced unbearable extreme pain, and according to the Federal Committee's scientific research statistics over the years, more than 80% of the Lost Ones experienced human-related pain. For example, being abandoned, hurt, or deceived... caused them to be infected with the 'Heartless Virus'. This hatred supported them through the most dangerous period when the 'Heartless Virus' invaded their brains, allowing them to survive as Lost Ones in the end.

"Some of the Lost Ones gradually alleviated this dangerous hatred in their subsequent experiences and became 'Lost Type', 'Natural Type', 'Inherited Type' and 'Awakened Type' superpowers, willing to acknowledge their human identity and fight against the 'Heartless People'.

"But the other part of the Lost Ones always have an indelible hatred for us. Even if they reluctantly cooperate with us, they will feel nauseous and uncomfortable. That's because the 'hatred' driven by the virus has caused organic lesions in their brains, releasing toxins called 'micro-sorrow'. These toxins will coexist with the 'burning fluid' in their bodies. While flowing out of the body with the blood, they react with other chemical elements in the 'blood adjustment', which is why they appear bright red."

"So, what does my blue mean?" Wright asked again, "Please tell me directly."

"Blue means that you possess 'divinity', and it is 'divinity that leads directly to creation'." Levli stared at Wright's dark pupils with an extremely serious expression and said:

"So, you are the 'distinguished guest' that our city administrator Shaneva is looking for. This also means that I am unable to process any documents for you to enter the city. You and Dak... Sir, need to process them after entering the 'Inner Clean City'."

"Okay, we understand. Since it is Commander Shaneva's intention, we just need to obey." Dak paused, looked at the mechanical chariot team that had been waiting here for a long time, and said:
"Take us in."

As the checkpoint gate, which looked like the bloody mouth of a huge beast, slowly fell down, the team of mechanical tanks drove through the messy dirt road covered with rotten and diseased vegetation, and drove along the deep and dilapidated passage towards the "inner clean city area".

After watching Wright and Dak completely disappear from his sight, Levli slowly stood up, handed the information and test paper in his hand to the staff behind him, and walked out of the "guard booth".

"You did a good job, this is the reward you deserve." Levli said, throwing a half-new hundred-yuan ruble to the "Red Wolf" behind him.

After picking up the banknote and blowing off the dust on it, "Red Wolf" put it into the inner pocket of his shirt with a smile.

After hesitating for a few seconds, "Red Wolf" asked the question in his heart:

"By the way, General Levri, are these two guys really that important? Even you, an 'important person' who is about to be promoted to deputy mayor of the city, came to the door of the checkpoint in person."

"It's not just me. Commander Shaneva has been paying attention to them as early as a month ago." Levli turned around, patted the broad and strong shoulders of "Red Wolf", and said in an intriguing tone:
"'Red Wolf', there is an old saying in Khitan:"

"I made these dumplings just for this dish of vinegar."