Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 615 Mirren's Revenge (Part 2)
"A Exploding Fishman? Why is he here?" Wright stared at the familiar Exploding Fishman wielding a small trident and asked in confusion.
“Shouldn’t they be near a lake? This is Huangshan, with yellow sand and rubble. They shouldn’t have the ability to migrate long distances here.”

“Hahaha, Dark Tillis, have you ever heard a saying by the philosopher Putoa?” Miren concealed his body with the blood mist and the gradually gathering yellow sand, and his ethereal voice echoed in the sky, “Existence is rational. Since reality is before your eyes, you must accept its existence. Of course, you can also verify whether the ‘fish’ are just so-called phantoms or illusions.”

"Whether it's an illusion or not, Miren, since you cowardly man have repeatedly stood behind the 'Heartless Man' to command the battle and resort to sneak attacks, I'll see how long you can hide!" Dark roared.

He then placed his hands in front of him, parallel to his chest, and chanted an incantation in Old Crusaders to bind the spirit.

A burst of pitch-black energy, like an untouchable yet seemingly real silk veil, appeared out of thin air from a height of five or six meters and landed around Dark's body.

From the outside, Dark's body resembled an elf bathed in the dim moonlight. This was the combined energy remaining on him from the three long-destroyed ordinal demons: "Tears of Bizuni," "Silent Wolf Fang," and "Old Radio."

Water and darkness are one and the same, but under Dark's deliberate guidance, they gradually become entangled, just like water immersed in darkness. As the energy is gradually stripped away, it gradually becomes stronger.

Soon, a layer of frigid ice began to spread outwards from Dak.

"Is that all you've got? The power of water? The power of darkness? You can't even freeze the feet of the 'fish'," Milen's ethereal voice continued to mock.

With a series of low, rustling incantations, the eyes of the "exploding fishmen" quickly changed from their normal brown color to heterochromatic eyes, one a pure scarlet and the other a pure black.

The originally scattered group, under the control of Milen's exclusive "Blood Control" skill, quickly stood in formation like the soldiers of the Crusaders' Legion, raised their heads in unison, let out a soul-stirring roar, and began to advance steadily.

These exploding fish-men originally had speed as their advantage. They were light-footed and slender, often relying on their agility to dodge bullets and artillery fire, and then sneaking into the core location of the Crusad Legion's storage facilities and weapons to self-destruct, causing considerable impact on the governors of nearby cities throughout the ages.

However, the burst-body fishmen, who had given up their absolute advantage, actually unleashed a formidable level of organization from their slender bodies, a level only elite legions possess. Like a wall of shadows, they brazenly walked up to you and launched a frontal attack like bears or wolves.

boom! boom! boom!
Whoosh! boom!
Several "Federal Eagle-New" rifle bullets whizzed past, followed by a massive explosion from a rocket launcher.

However, these individual sniper shots and limited artillery bombardment only caused a limited number of "exploding fishmen" in the front row to explode. It seems that Milen had secretly accumulated some kind of evil power, preventing the "exploding fishmen" from exploding together, allowing this "legion" to continue its steady advance.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" The exploding fishmen, relying on their synchronized steps and powerful aura, actually caused the surrounding space to distort briefly.

They no longer bothered with throwing tridents to attack, nor were they afraid of Anthony's single-target attacks. After all, the powerful Loser "Flame Offering" had been temporarily rendered powerless by Milen's sneak attack and could only kneel on the ground, clutching his wounds and enduring the pain.

Although the Lost Ones have extremely strong self-healing abilities, even if their limbs are cut off or their flesh is blown off, they can stop bleeding in a short time and recover quickly once they find suitable "food supplies".

However, all of the vampire's skills naturally come with the ability to hinder wound healing and blood flow. "Flame Offering" can only forcibly endure the loss of blood and the increasingly obvious knife-like pain at the wound, unable to make any resistance.

“Let’s go, let’s go first, let’s leave here with ‘Flame Offering’. If we escape to Belogersk, Commander Nebrius won’t let us be chased by the ‘Heartless Men’!” Anthony advised, trying to pull Dark away.

To his surprise, Dark's feet felt as heavy as if they were filled with gold, and his body was rooted to the spot like a tree. No matter how Anthony pulled, he remained as immovable as a mountain.

"Where to go? Where can we leave?" Dark sneered.

“When visibility was good just now, I estimated that it would take at least an hour and a half to walk from here to Belogersk, which is why ‘Xianyan’ arranged for a car to take us there. Anthony, you know, these merfolk legions just want to show their unity to intimidate us.”

"If we try to escape, they will quickly disperse, or at worst, break into smaller groups and launch a sustained harassment against us. War is always a game for the brave. Those who seek survival will die, while those who pursue death will achieve eternal rebirth."

As he finished speaking, a radiance, somewhere between azure and pure white, emanated from Dak's body, and the surrounding yellow sand and blood mist seemed to freeze in that instant. The rubble, blood, tiles, and sparse weeds all stood still.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that everything around them, including the bodies of Anthony and "Flame Offering," was covered in a layer of frost. This water-based magical energy, empowered by the energy of ordinal demons like "Tears of Bizuni" and "Silent Wolf Fang," was now breaking through the shackles of the yellow sand, rapidly spreading towards the enemy. A few seconds later, the surrounding space quickly darkened, as if the eternal, never-setting sun had concealed itself among the clouds, completely retreating from the sky. A bright moonlight took its place, descending upon this desolate, sandstorm-shrouded land.

Bathed in moonlight, Dark's body emanated ripples of frost that stirred the air. The frost, amplified by unimaginable dark magic, was rapidly covering the enemy's body.

At first, the "bursting fishmen" didn't notice anything unusual. After all, the Arctic Special Zone and the Far Northeast region are known for their long periods of extreme cold. Even during the summer months of June to August, blizzards occasionally fall here due to the cold monsoons from the endless icy ocean.

But soon, they and Miren, who was manipulating them, realized something was wrong. The "exploding fishmen" became increasingly sluggish, and the tridents in their hands quickly turned into ice popsicles. When they were forced to throw them to the ground, they broke into countless tiny ice and iron fragments.

Immediately following, extreme frost poured down from the sky, and together with the ice that grew wildly upward from the ground, the entire bodies of these exploding fishmen, even their bones and joints, were filled with chilling frost.

"This is 'Ice Silence.' It's a skill born from the [Troublemaker] class and the water-based magical energy within me. The ultimate control I can achieve over ice is to freeze any enemy within my line of sight. From the inside out, from top to bottom, 'Crimson Illusion Ruins' and Light Socrates have granted me power beyond comprehension." Dark, like a god, stood with his back to "Flame Offering" and Anthony, speaking in a deep, steady voice that seemed almost unnatural to him:
"In truth, my power originates from the Lord of Night, which is why I cannot worship the Goddess of Light. Kleite Sogra is different; he worships the Goddess of Light and despises the Night, which is why we are destined to be among the chosen ones. It's just a pity that 'Ice Silence,' like 'Blood Annihilation,' is a restrictive skill; each use brings us one step closer to madness."

"Perhaps it's because I'm naturally cold-hearted, and because I was once a 'monster' encased in rock, that I'm not sensitive to human emotions. But vampires are different; they have lived and interacted with humans for thousands of years. They are confident, proud, arrogant, elegant, and even insane, making them prone to losing their way in the wasteland. So, I have good reason to suspect that Miren has gone mad."

As Dark spoke, he flashed forward on the now crystal-clear, mirror-like ice surface, the sound of ice shattering incessantly. One by one, the "exploding fishmen" covered in ice and snow rapidly disintegrated, having no chance of exploding in the low temperature.

In less than three minutes, as the flash ended, when Dark's body reappeared in front of them, there were already more than a hundred shattered bodies of the "fish" on the ground.

Fortunately, as the temperature dropped, the sandstorm and blood mist began to condense rapidly, and solid particles fell to the ground like fluttering velvet, revealing the terrifying-looking Milon hidden behind them.

"Alright, Miren. Your men have vanished beneath the ice, the yellow sand and blood are frozen, and it's time for you to face your reality." Dark looked up at Miren, who was suspended in mid-air, bright red blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and said expressionlessly:

"The Lost Ones are a tragic existence, as are the Vampires. You are nothing but a product of the Crusaders' failed experiment. You should not exist, and your existence is precisely what is unreasonable."

“I have read the ‘Secret Report No. 557-A024’ issued by New Wind Town. It details how Loka and Yanxi of the ‘Chaos Group’ were forced to sacrifice him through the ‘Poem of Chaos’ in order to fight against Vasily and Yaroslav’s indiscriminate war. They imitated the ritual of the suffering of the Son of God and turned him into a monster that was dangerous enough but controllable.”

"Hypocritical and shameless!" Milen, who had fallen to the ground, clenched his fists and shouted angrily with a ferocious expression.

“Originally, I thought that transforming the Lost Ones into the ‘Axe of Pramini’ was irreversible. But upon reflection, I was once a ‘monster,’ and during my chaotic, confused, and bewildered period of being lost, I did indeed hear a kind of poetry that brought me peace.” Dark continued, staring expressionlessly at Milen, as he explained:

"Now that I think about it, it must have been the chapter about 'love' in 'The Poem of Chaos.' It's ridiculous, isn't it? There's something related to 'love' in the hymn that creates chaos. But in fact, the code to reverse the anomaly is hidden in the main text of 'The Poem of Chaos.'"

"Then do you know... do you know what the password is?" Miren's eyes suddenly became clear, the heavy bloodshot color gradually began to fade, and even the bulging, ferocious veins on his face began to slightly hide.

“Unfortunately, I don’t know.” Faced with such a favorable situation, Darke honestly shook his head. He knew that deception could only bring short-term benefits. Once the victims realized they had been deceived, the situation would spiral into even greater chaos.

"All I know is that the 'Endless Ocean,' 'Extremely Frigid Domain,' 'Damp Deep Sea,' and 'Dark Universe' all point to the realm where ancient gods slumber. In reality, human fleets have never reached the Endless Ice Ocean or beyond the Black Min Islands. The dark waves and howling winds have prevented humanity from verifying the theory of a spherical Earth."

"Then what nonsense are you spouting!" Miren roared again, but this time, not only did his eyes turn back to their terrifying, completely scarlet state, but a pair of demon-like wings also sprouted from his back.

Dark discovered that Milen's newly grown wings had a remarkably comforting state of damage. Upon closer inspection, the broken parts formed some regular lines, which, as Milen continued to flap and flutter, actually formed a pattern that was extremely similar to the face of "Windmine".

"This is ancient power, Milen, you actually made a deal with an ancient god?" Dark asked incredulously.

"The ancient gods only desire profit, even if it means your soul falls into the deep sea and serves them eternally. No human who possesses or has ever possessed ancient power will have a good end, and those who overdraw their power will be immediately summoned to the dark, deep-sea palace after the battle. Is it really necessary for you to make a sacrifice just for a 'wind mine'?"
"With your strength, whether you join the Federation Council as a human or cooperate with other organizations as a Lost One, you will have a seat in the post-war era."

“Deceitful people will not be forgiven, and the despicable will be severely punished. Enough is enough. Humans and the Lost Ones have all deceived us. The ‘Wind Mine’ has only been so subservient and painstakingly maintained its place in the Federation so that Lost Ones and Half-Losers like Sophia can survive.” As Miren spoke, his body began to change under the influence of the ancient power.
"However, in the Wasteland Era... there are too many ambitious people. Those who manipulate others should be prepared... for someone to die in the process. Isn't that right? Dark Tiris, a Federation officer and the vice-captain of Dark Star Rank 5."