Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 607: Blood Wolf's Fury (Part )
"Lord Shaneva, I have also brought your favorite weapon here for you." As soon as he entered the door, Mikhail took out a dagger perfectly wrapped in black cloth from the inside pocket of his shirt.

With the heart-trembling sound of a pure steel door closing, Shaneva did not even bother to take off her clothes that were covered with dust, dirt, and even viruses, and rushed to the center of the fairly spacious hall on the first floor of the "Former No. 08" military base.

With the cooperation of the escort team and local officers and soldiers stationed in Hoptov, the rudder-like door lock was successfully rotated back and forth again and again, finally turning the entire military base into an airtight can temporarily.

"Is this... the dagger that has been with me for many years?" Shaneva's face showed a bit of panic, a bit of joy, and a bit of incredible love.

Her hands trembled with excitement as she pulled aside the black cloth wrapped around the dagger, finally seeing the special leather attached to the sheath that was still brand new and lifelike.

"Yes, that's it. Although it is ordinary, it means a lot to me." Shaneva first looked at the dagger carefully and lovingly. It lay alone on the empty iron table, as if evoking the lonely and desolate memories in Shaneva's heart.

"It was carefully forged by outstanding craftsmen from the Outarik tribe under the control of the Central Empire. Perhaps, in the Human Era and the Dragon Era, its value was inestimable. But once the roar of steam whistled over the heads of the craftsmen, its value was reduced to a level that was only slightly better than scrap iron."

"But Commander Shaneva, I feel that the leather on the blade and scabbard is not ordinary beast leather. Just based on this point, plus its historical value, it is still worthy of collectors' favor." Mikhail pointed at the surface of the dagger, half puzzled and half relieved.

"No!" Shaneva's reaction seemed a little extreme. She looked at Mikhail with twisted and scarlet eyes, her body twisted, her feet turned outward, and her hands guarding the lonely dagger as if she was holding a child, as if the deputy in front of her, whom she had promoted personally, would become a robber who took away her beloved thing.

After about half a minute, Shaneva sat down on the leather sofa beside her with a bit of embarrassment. She tidied up her messy hair with her hands and began to introduce:

"It's called Silence, a name given to it by a craftsman from the ancient Waitarik tribe. It's said that this craftsman was proficient in the magic power of light. Before he died, he poured half of his soul into it and set up the magic of time confinement for Silence.

"Therefore, as long as it is not used, no part of this dagger will age, until 'all the stars in the universe are extinguished, the sun turns into black rock, the black hole devours all matter, and the Creator sleeps forever in endless darkness'."

"What a wonderful and poetic name! Extinction and annihilation are just like the rules set by the Creator's 'reason' for the universe. No, not just rules, but also the ending." Mikhail echoed in an affectionate tone.

While speaking, Mikhail kept posing his fair face and making extremely flattering movements, like the "extreme pursuit" of the heroine by the hero in the "special" novel written by Putoya.

The rapid breathing, seductive movements, and the wanton twisting of the body forced Shaneva, the federal chief executive who had almost completely forgotten her female identity, to briefly shift her gaze from "Silence" and look into Mikhail's gray-blue eyes that were common to all Cruzians.

"Disgusting." Wright, who had been standing aside and watching for a long time, teased inwardly:
"No matter which world they are in, only the incompetent will resort to despicable means to achieve their goals. These people... haha, they don't dare to show their strength at all. After all, they probably can't even beat a mutant ant. If Deputy Commander Mikhail really sees the 'Wave of Careless People', I'm afraid he won't have enough pants to change."

Of course, the guards standing beside him to protect Shaneva and the "distinguished guests of the Federation" held the same idea, but those thick gas masks concealed their expressions more perfectly.

Power built solely on authority will collapse sooner or later.

Shaneva, who seemed to be breathing rapidly, also felt the strange gazes from people around her. She glanced around and awkwardly ordered most of the soldiers and guards to retreat to the lower level of the stronghold for alert. Only then did she turn her gaze back to the dagger.

"It seems that the soul of the Waitarik craftsman is very compatible with the magical power of this dagger. No matter how this dagger is used, how damaged it is, or what kind of filth it is stained with, it will be as bright and clean as new the next day, as if it were born again." Shaneva took off the scabbard of the dagger, revealing the body inside that glowed with cold iron, and smiled coldly:
"Of course, I only used it once because... I only needed it once."

"Have you used it to kill monsters?" Mikhail asked curiously, but he knew his limits. Shaneva had now returned to her status as a female federal chief executive, so he had to take a half step back and asked respectfully and stiffly.

"Monster? Haha, of course, he is a monster. He is an out-and-out monster. He has been showing his violence to me and my mother since I was born. I have endured him for 25 years, and finally pierced his heart that was transforming into a machine. Yes, he is my father, a beast and a coward, a despicable person who is not worthy of my reading out his dirty name." When Shaneva mentioned "father", her eyes seemed to turn red, and her tone was filled with indelible resentment. The fingers holding the dagger were shaking uncontrollably.

"He inherited his grandfather's position as captain of the Hoptov city guard, but he only knew how to live a lazy life and drink. Every time the 'Wave of Careless People' came, he would take away all the food and medicine and flee the city, leaving my mother and me struggling in the flames and howling." "Maybe he is just a coward. It is human nature to escape when encountering danger." Mikhail comforted him.

"If he was just cowardly, it wouldn't be a disaster. But he was cowardly in front of his enemies, but violent and arrogant in front of his own people. He beat me and my mother more than once after drinking. After all, he thought he supported our family with the position he got through charity." Shaneva's lips trembled. He glared at the yellow sand outside the French window and continued:
"If it's just cowardice, violence, and insults, as well as arrogance, conceit, and stupid greed, then he's just a normal human being who is slightly abnormal. Mikhail, you should know that humans struggling at the bottom are no different from the Lost Ones. No, they may even be worse than the 'Heartless People'.

“All the shortcomings that humans should have can be seen in a certain human being. Even if these distorted personalities cannot help them bring any benefits and are of no help to their survival, they will still indulge in the illusory self-satisfaction.”

"Like the Lost Ones took some hallucinogenic drug?" Mikhail asked.

"Maybe." Shaneva sneered a few times, sat upright on the old sofa, playing with "Silence" in her hand and said:

"But these twisted qualities will eventually bring disaster, because no one wants to be a slave to an incompetent, ignorant and irritable person. If the old empire still existed, Castard's noble status would allow him to end the rest of his life so comfortably, but in this era of 'living with death', only destruction awaits him. Yes...destruction..."

Shaneva laughed wildly, not caring at all that her hair was flying around in all directions, as if it was electrified. Her eyes were fixed on the dagger in her hand, and she was humming in an incomprehensible tone that did not belong to a human.

It was not until a few minutes later that she gradually relaxed from this madness. She tilted her head slightly, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and said:

"My mother died in his hands, just because I couldn't buy him expensive wine due to the material control. When my mother's blood flowed from the table legs to the concrete floor, gathering into a pool of fishy 'lakes', I used this dagger to pierce his heart.

"Of course, it was at that time that the light of [Prayer] that had been sealed deep in my blood began to shine. Perhaps I had long been infected with the 'Heartless Virus'. Perhaps my grandfather, or even my grandfather's grandfather, was a magician of Cruz. In short, in the joy of grief and revenge, I awakened the rare light-based magic power, and under the arrangement of the Creator, I became a [Prayer]."

"What a... meaningful story, Commander Shaneva. Although your story and your past may not seem so special in these difficult times, in fact, for an administrative chief, it will become a legend." Mikhail moved slightly closer to Shaneva and praised her with high emotional intelligence.

"Yes, it is legendary enough, so it has become my favorite weapon. As for the story after becoming the Prayer, and how I became the Chief Executive of Novayask, I will tell you when I have time. Levli is dead, and you are the only candidate to succeed me as the next Chief Executive of the Federation." Shaneva looked at Mikhail and smiled with relief:

"You have always been loyal, and I believe you will not distort the philosophy of the Sunflower School. In times of war, anything can happen. Therefore, I must make arrangements that are beneficial to the Cruz civilization."

At this time, the guard at the door stepped forward quickly, handed Shaneva a telegram, and then retreated to the door.

Shaneva opened it, read it carefully, then picked up a match on the table and burned it to ashes.

Then, he walked to the French window, staring at the increasingly dark yellow and the increasingly dim sun hanging above his head, and said to Mikhail behind him:

"It seems that our previous judgment was wrong. This yellow sandstorm will last for a whole month. I don't know why, perhaps it sensed some strong energy, the Yongchi volcano began to erupt, and the sky was full of volcanic ash mixed with yellow sand from the desert, which happened to cover this place."

"So, should we postpone the war of 'Atlas's End'?" Mikhail asked worriedly.

"That's not necessary." Shaneva said with a smile that showed she was in control of everything.

"Listen, the wolves are howling, and the blood is howling too. Since the enemy is already provoking us, there is no reason for us to retreat."

Thanks to Buckwheat Bread for the 100 coins.