Ember Gun

  Chapter 189 Freshman

  This is a fabulous ceremony, solemn and strict.

  It descended from the sky, like a messenger of God and a betrayer of faith, surrounded by steel feathers, like countless falling sharp swords, ready to judge all the guilty.

  Seleu can only observe all this as a bystander, watching quietly, watching the dark angel slowly descend on Lorenzo's broken body.

  It seems to be the **** of death in that mythology, who came to take away this lost soul, but it seems to save its strangeness, but this gift comes from the devil.

  Lorenzo is not dead yet. At the last moment, the secret blood has broken through the critical value. He has already entered the demonization. To completely kill a monster, he needs to destroy the heart and brain.

  The power of deformed growth made him linger, the silver-binding bolt was rapidly melting at the same time, and the hot sacred silver mixed into the blood to accelerate his death.

  Destruction and rebirth coexist.

  Although he is still alive, he is also dying. Lorenzo has only two ways to travel at the moment.

  Continues to maintain demonization until it falls into the darkness, gains immortality with the body of a demon, or pacifies the irritable secret blood, and dies soberly as a human being.

  This is not a difficult choice. With Lorenzo's thinking, he will die happily as a human, but this time the power of choice is not in his hands.

  The dark angel gently picked up the dying corpse and dragged him out from under the twisted steel. Only at this moment Seleuc could clearly see Lorenzo's broken weight.

She thought that Lorenzo's lower body was buried under the soil, but in fact he had no lower body to speak of. Half of his body had been completely destroyed in a violent explosion. Judging from the terrifying wound in his abdomen, Empty, the internal organs and bones have all disappeared, as if they were burned out skeletons.

   "No, no, no..."

  Seleu didn't even dare to watch that scene.

  The once powerful witcher was like a broken doll, the fabric was cracked and cotton wool was spilled everywhere.

  The strong blood continues the broken life, like a flame swaying in the wind, perhaps it will overturn in the next second.

  But then a more taboo picture appeared in everyone's field of vision.

  The black angel stared at the corpse, and it slowly opened its hands as if to embrace him.

The armor began to split, and the flesh and blood of the demon cracked a gap in the chest of the armor. There was nothing under it, just a blank space. No one was controlling the armor, and it was like the mouthparts of a monster, bit by bit. Swallowed, then closed.

  Like the blacksmith’s furnace, only this time it beats the sinful life, turbulent steam gushes out of the exhaust, the engine roars, and the crazy growth of flesh and blood fills the gaps in every place.

  The safety regulations of the original design were broken one by one. The flesh and blood passed through the internal protective armor and grew into the driver's space. They wrapped the broken body of Lorenzo and began to gradually assimilate with the flesh and blood.

This is the danger of the first generation of armor. The flesh and blood of the demon occupy a large part of the proportion. When it falls in the erosion, it will merge with it and assimilate. At the beginning, Galahad almost died here, his entire back and armor. Connected together, like deformed Siamese babies.

  Now this kind of weirdness has also happened to Lorenzo, but the difference is that this is continuing his life.

  They assimilated together, filling Lorenzo's defects with the organs of the demon.

  But this monster's flesh and blood had no consciousness at all. All their actions were like the Holy Grail of flesh and blood, following the instincts of creatures, but now it seemed that another consciousness had controlled it and began to move in the direction that violated the theorem.

  The hyperplastic flesh and blood connected Lorenzo's body, and the flesh and blood began to differentiate. Within a short period of time, they were alienated into different organs and placed outside the corpse. More flesh and blood began to inject, carrying out a strange external circulation to sustain him.

The broken metal was squeezed out by the muscles, the twisted bones began to reset, and the outer part of the armor was split with several breathing openings. A large amount of fresh oxygen was incorporated into the blood and transported to the inner core, temporarily replacing the lungs. work.

  It seems as if there are all the best doctors in the world gathered here, they walked down the body of the dying man, and kept swinging down the scalpel, dragging him back from the edge of death little by little.

  This is something that has only appeared in medical imagination, but now it is happening inside the armor, but this is not enough, not enough.

   "Lorenzo, you can't die yet."

In a daze, Lorenzo heard someone say this.

  The feeling at this moment is a bit strange, like being immersed in warm sea water, surrounded by gentle power.

  The tranquility and calmness that has never been seen before. Below this, the voice seems very noisy at the moment.

   "But what do you want to do?"

  Lorenzo opened his eyes laboriously, and asked towards the unknown.

  He is really going to die, such a serious injury, even the secret blood can not be cured, he has no hope at all.

   "Watson, sometimes cursing this thing is not reliable."

  Lorenzo said again.

  It seemed that Watson didn't want to die with herself, she was just trying to motivate herself at the end, but Lorenzo didn't want to work hard anymore, just such a peaceful long sleep, it was the perfect ending.

   "No, Lorenzo."

  Someone stretched out his hand in the warm ocean and stroked his cheek.

  "If someone needs to bear the cost of all this, then I gladly accept it."

   "But you can't die."

  The man said angrily.

  Suddenly the tide pushed all the past onto the shore again, and everything that Lorenzo had forgotten flashed back in front of him, the calm and peacefulness was completely shattered, and the burning fire once again replaced everything.

   Strange memories, strange pictures, strange people and things.

   "Lorenzo Holmes can't die yet!"

  She angrily fished him out of the sea and out of the dead.

  Lorenzo breathed vigorously, filling his lungs with the cold.

  This is a baptism, a baptism of taboo, and the door of the unknown is completely opened to those who go.

  All of this can barely maintain Lorenzo's life, but still can't make him "alive".

  He needs more powerful power to continue, more powerful power.

  But isn’t there just enough power to keep it going?

  So the black angel slowly raised his head, his gaze crossed Seleuc, and pointed directly at the twisted flesh and blood behind the sea of ​​fire.

  "According to the "Sword and Sheath Treaty" regulations, it will be implemented now."

  The cold female voice reverberated in the armor, and it opened its terrifying wings almost instantly, and it glided briefly on the battlefield of gunpowder in a swift gallop, and the sharp steel feathers reflected all the fire.

  The voice penetrated different boundaries and reached the depths of the mind.

  "Regulation Three, Prioritize Survival Targets."

  The hideous faceplate began to shatter, and the flesh and blood was entangled with steel, slowly opening the mouth of the blood basin like a real creature.

  The black angel began to transform, the mechanical part was continuously eliminated, and the biological part began to strengthen, like a monster in mythology, with sharp metal overgrown in flesh and blood.

  The crazy death match broke out in an instant. It waved its steel feathers, together with the thousand swords, and its terrifying wounds instantly exploded on the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail.

  The wind is cut by a thousand swords, and the long chants it brings up are like a woman's shallow singing.

  The huge mouth on the visor bit down forcefully, while fighting and devouring the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail.

  It snarled hoarsely, and the instinct of creatures made it mad and attacked.

  The vitality of the flesh and blood began to stretch, and the bone spurs as strong as steel pierced out, colliding with the steel feathers to explode splendid fireworks.

  Two monsters are fighting each other, and the deadly weapon carries a cold glow, which outlines a deadly arc in the air.

  The metal roared, and the sudden offensive accompanied by a whistling gust of wind affected the sea of ​​fire.

   "He... he is coming back to life."

On the   Heading to Dawn, someone screamed.

  The scene just now was successfully observed. The black angel swallowed Lorenzo's corpse, but now from the value of the feedback, the corpse in the armor is coming back to life, and all indexes begin to rise.

But... But this is almost impossible. The degree of injury completely exceeds human expectations, let alone rescue. No matter who is the first reaction of that kind of injury, it is to choose a good cemetery for Lorenzo. , But now the demon hunter is coming to life.

  This... is simply a miracle.

  Everyone slumped in their chairs, and the unnamed pressure enveloped them. At this moment, they seemed to be unable to do anything except wait for the end of everything.

  Live!

  The first light was cast in the dark world.

  Live!

  More light falls and tears the darkness to pieces.

  Only by living, the angry flame can continue to burn, and only by living, Lorenzo Holmes can eradicate the demons.

  The heart undulated vigorously, and the eyelids trembled slightly, until the fierce gaze appeared again.

  Fireworks rise.

  The black angels are fighting hard. In fact, this is no longer a duel. It is just a one-sided slaughter. Steel repeatedly cuts flesh and blood, but the Holy Grail itself can hardly cause any harm to the black angel.

  It wailed in pain like a baby, but it could not stop the madness of the black angel.

  The external steel plates have begun to crumble, they can hardly continue to restrict the crazy growth of flesh and blood, one after another, the plate armor on the abdomen is cracked, and the translucent sarcoma is squeezed out of it.

  The roaring heartbeat echoed.

  Along with that powerful echo, blazing fireworks gushed out from the gaps in the armor, and it scorched all the sins.

   "Yes, Lorenzo, you must live, this is my will, all of us."

  Someone yelled.

  It started from a long time ago, when humans captured monsters for the first time, extracted secret blood for the first time, and stopped fearing fear for the first time.

  The shattered steel feather pierced down like a nail of execution, crucifying the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail. It tried to escape, but was sealed by inch by inch.

  It has no way to go back.

  The black angel looked down at it, preparing for the final execution.

   "Humans...can't continue to live in fear."

  It was like whispering in a dream, someone said.

   Then the pale arm pierced from the black angel's abdomen. He grabbed the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail and pressed the twisted head firmly.

  It wailed violently in pain.

  What an abominable face, Lorenzo's eyes are scarlet, and countless flesh and blood are attached to his head, as if countless small hands are holding him tightly.

  Countless wounds are healing, and the entire lower body is connected with the flesh and blood of the armor.

  The flesh and blood of the demon is not enough to keep him alive. He needs the power of the Holy Grail, the flesh and blood that once originated from the Holy Grail.

The power of horror erupted on the broken body. He dragged the head little by little, pulling it towards him, more tentacles penetrated it, they were assimilating, but Lorenzo devoured it more unilaterally. ,

  Like a monster.

Lorenzo opened his mouth, hoarse the soft flesh and blood like a beast, and a large amount of blood gushed down its throat. The despair of biological instinct enveloped it. It was originally at the top of the food chain, but now it is People put it on the table.

  Like the devils eating, the fine cracking sound makes everyone who listens feel cold before.

   Biting the flesh and blood, sucking the scarlet blood, chewing the hard bones.

  The black angel opened his hand, hugged the still struggling flesh and blood, and hugged it into his arms.

  It struggled hard, exuding an aura of fear over the abominable flesh and blood.

  It is afraid, it is afraid.

Just like the counterattack of a dying person, the flesh and blood beats the armor forcefully, but still can't change everything that is going on, pressing hard with a big hand, stuffing it into the deep darkness, and then the sharp steel feathers are put away. The wings tightly shrouded all of this, casting a cage of death.

It seems that because of the fusion of the Holy Grail flesh and blood, the scarlet flesh and blood rapidly multiplied and overflowed in the intertwined steel gap. The slender flesh and blood were entangled together, covering the whole like a spider web, and even the surrounding things were also scratched. Into the range.

  Everything returned to calm. In the burning wilderness, only the black thing that looked like an egg stood upright quietly.

  I don’t know how long time has passed. At first there was a beast-like roar in the black egg, but it quickly became calm.

  The swollen flesh and blood began to dry up, and the blood flowed back. The concept of life was slowly being peeled off from the armor, and at the core, a slight breathing sounded.

  This seems to be a bargain, in exchange for his death in exchange for his new life.

  In that inside, new life is being gestated at this moment.

The weird sacrifice ceremony came to the end, the black egg trembled slightly, and then a pair of hands lifted the tightly closed wings, the thick liquid was pulled out of the slender silk thread, as if it was as heavy as pushing a world away. .

  Pale red fluid like amniotic fluid gushes out, and the man is stepping on the soaked ground, his body is white, and his past scars have disappeared. His steps are staggering, like a toddler.

   was naked, perhaps after exhausting all his strength, he knelt down on the ground before he went far, the morning light was glowing at the end of the night sky, and someone vaguely heard someone say to him, welcome back.

  (End of this chapter)