Ember Gun

  Chapter 216 Rats

   "That...what the **** is that."

  The follower followed closely behind the priest. He witnessed Lorenzo's fall with his own eyes, but in the short moment before, Lorenzo had already brought him tremendous pressure.

In that kind of desperate situation, a power far beyond what an ordinary person can do...It's like flying over the wall. He couldn't help but think of the monsters that had existed in the church, but according to the cleansing that night, they should die. That's right.

  The priest was silent, and he walked away firmly and quickly.

  Of course he knew what the followers were suspicious, and he was therefore more vigilant and anxious. There were more monsters hidden in this old spirit than they expected.

The priest did not dare to think about those, he was not even sure of his guess. Once that guess was true and was targeted by that kind of monster, in the crowd...maybe no one could escape from this underground, he could only deceive Speed ​​up the pace yourself.

  But suddenly a strange voice sounded, coming from behind them.

  They stopped. The tunnel dug by the rat is not far from the rat nest. Here they can see the things on the high platform. They just shot there.

   Immediately after a pale stick and sword plunged into the ground from the edge, the man climbed up from under the cliff with the sword blade.

He failed to fall into the cistern. When he fell, under the witness of the intelligence agent and Camu, Lorenzo inserted the sword into the wall, relying on the powerful force to stabilise himself, and rise again. .

  Lorenzo looked at the tunnel, and the people in the darkness showed fearful expressions.

   "Hunting... Demon Hunter?"

The priest whispered suspiciously. He had also witnessed the core power of the church. Of course, he knew that this extraordinary physique would only appear on those monsters, but he did not expect that these monsters are still alive and appear in Old Dunling. within.

But what followed was a little joy. Sure enough, they were right. Whether Lorenzo was a demon hunter or not, this kind of extraordinary power must have already appeared in the old Dunling, and they did not make a mistake. direction.

  "Believers...the time has come to dedicate themselves."

  The priest stepped back slightly, his gaze was as sharp as a blade, and he looked at the followers around him while holding the pistol tightly.

Since the new pope took office, he has carried out a major cleansing of the gospel church. All opponents have been eliminated. The methods are cruel and quick. When they mobilized their forces to fight back, they found that the new pope had controlled everything. Headed by Cardinal Miguel, he fled.

After a long confrontation, this faintly became the first civil war of the Gospel Church, and now they got the news that Lawrence appeared in Inervig with the "Revelation". This was their chance to fight back. Once the new pope They have no chance to fight back if they get the "Apocalypse" first, but in the same way, if they take the "Apocalypse" back, then the new pope is no longer a threat.

  He needs to live, at least to bring this news back. Now their faction has been forced to a desperate situation, this is the last chance for a comeback.

   "Priest Jager..."

  The followers looked at him in disbelief, with uncontrollable horror in their eyes.

   "As martyrs, the glory still belongs to you."

  Yage said calmly, several people looked at each other briefly, as if their inner strength had overcome their fear, they nodded hard, and then let Yage rush away toward the surface.

  They still have a chance of winning. The tunnel is so narrow and they occupy this position to shoot. Lorenzo has no room to escape. They can delay it for a long time, and even say that it is safe to evacuate.

  Yes, there is no need to be so scared, maybe Lorenzo is just surprisingly good at it? He is not a demon hunter, the demon hunter is dead long ago, and even if there are survivors, he will not appear in this dirty rat nest, right.

  The followers tried to comfort themselves, and at this point Lorenzo had already gotten up, his body was wet with mist, and drops of water dripped on the smooth sword.

  The damp clothes clung to his body, outlining a black silhouette, his head half hanging down, like a scarecrow in the field.

   Slowly raised his eyes, and briefly met the followers in the dark. The next moment the gun fire was like a trumpet gun, and Lorenzo ran wildly when the followers opened fire.

  The sword dragged a pale arc, which was extremely dangerous.

  He has an unspeakable sense of oppression on him, like a **** of death. When he decides to knock on the door, you can't stop it no matter what you do, and you can't even delay it.

  The flesh exploded with incredible power, swiftly brandishing the sword, and the iron hitting in the air. This is not a carefully made nail sword, nor is it a special metal that cleans up organs.

  At the moment of impact, a small dent appeared on the sword, accompanied by Lorenzo's slash, with a gap on the sharp blade.

A few sparks erupted in front of him, and the sword accurately cut it down. The light of the fire was fleeting. Lorenzo stepped into the tunnel in an instant, and more bullets gushed out. Turning around in this narrow space seemed strenuous, Luo Renzo couldn't wield a sword at all, and in the eyes of the follower, he was bound to die.

  The bullet fell forward, but because Lorenzo's entry blocked the light, the eyes of the followers were dim, but soon more sparks burst into the darkness.

They did not dare to stop and continued to open the fire. They could hear the sound of metal crashing in the darkness, but there was a sharp wind sounding in it, and the sword pierced through the air and directly pierced the first servant. There was something in the darkness. On the move, his pace is swift.

   "Fire! Fire! Don't stop!"

  The fire from the muzzle exposed the position of the followers. Most of them could only squat down to prevent bullets from the rear from hitting them, but soon the fire from the muzzle illuminated something that didn't exist.

  It was a pitch-black armor. It could not completely cover Lorenzo. It just wrapped the arm, like a simple hand shield, and it was this shield that blocked most of the attacks in the dark.

  This narrow space did not leave room for acceleration for the fist, but this did not mean that close combat was invalid. Lorenzo directly withstood the body of the follower with one hand, blocking him as a shield in front of him.

  He beat Lorenzo hard, but this was just a weak resistance, more gunshots sounded, shooting the servants in front of him, bullets continued to fall, and blood overflowed.

  In this dark and closed environment, he was terrifying like a monster.

Picking up the sword on the corpse, Lorenzo held the follower's body and continued to push forward. When approaching the next follower, he directly abandoned the corpse, stabbed a nail sword in the narrow space, and penetrated the follower's palm. Nail him firmly in place.

   "Promise me, will you stay here honestly?"

  In the darkness, Lorenzo said to the servant who was nailed in place by him. He had been scared. Lorenzo was so close to him, but he didn't even have the courage to fire.

  The remaining servants have been lost. Before Lorenzo arrived, they fled out of fear, but they had already done so to buy time for Jager.

  Lorenzo looked around. He saw the priest as he approached the high platform. Judging from his clothes, he could understand that he was the one who knew everything.

  But now Lorenzo didn't know where to go. There were many forks in the tunnel, and the priest was not a monster, and Lorenzo could not track him.

  But at this moment, there was a fragile sound in the darkness, and Lorenzo could vaguely see a big mouse crawling out from nowhere, with a warning yellow chain hanging on its tail.

  It seemed to be wise. It stopped not far from Lorenzo, and then moved towards one of the intersections again.

   "So... Metaphysics?"

  Lorenzo couldn't believe it, but he still followed the path of the mouse.

  ……

Outside the tunnel, in the rat's nest, the intelligence agent was standing on the edge. He raised his head and looked at the high platform that was no longer there. Although Lorenzo had been in for so long, he still had some palpitations and joy. Staring there closely.

   "Do you think that can be done by humans?"

  He said suddenly after a long silence.

  He and Kamu are the only ones left here. The Rats are very alert group of people. When the first gunshot sounded, they had already scattered and fled.

  Camu knew that this sentence was asking himself. He recalled Lorenzo's incredible actions on the wall, and said it slowly after a long time.

   "I...I don't know."

  After waiting for a while, the intelligence dealer suddenly laughed. He has collected too much information. When these unnoticed gossips are integrated together, they will be linked into a complete story.

  In it, the Intelligence Chamber of Commerce can give the story a value, which he calls the "bias value".

These stories are all related by him based on intelligence, so they will always be different from what actually happened. In order to ensure that the connected stories are logically reasonable, he will allow the stories he has related to make some "deviations", or correct The actual reality "correction" to fill the gaps in the story.

  For example, Lorenzo just climbed the wall. If the intelligence agency did not actually witness this, he would correct it in order to make the story reasonable. For example, there were many more footholds on the wall.

  But this correction will not be too biased. For example, Lorenzo relied on a sword to rush up again in a short time. In the story, this is the deviation value is too large.

  Information dealers have a lot of information in their minds, and they can integrate one huge story after another, but some of these stories are outrageous, such as shrike, such as Lorenzo, such as...Old Dunling.

  He can perceive the loopholes in these stories. To fill such loopholes, he has to make unreasonable corrections to the original story... But this is a story, but what about the reality?

  Will the reality be as incredible as this? But if it is true, what force is correcting all this?

  That would be a very terrifying power, and this power is hidden in the shadow of the old Dunling. Now that the intelligence dealer has seen this with his own eyes, this may be his closest encounter with this secret.

  There is something hidden in the shadows, and he is about to see it.

   "The Rat King will be very happy."

  The intelligence agent said, Camu didn’t know what he was thinking.

   "Stop!"

  But there was a sound at this moment. After the follower fled, he circled the tunnel and finally returned here. He raised his gun to warn the two of them.

  Kamu was terrified at once, he was just a living rat, he instinctively obeyed, and stopped in place.

  The intelligence dealer slowly turned his head and looked at the lost servant.

  He has a smile on his face, but his eyes are full of pity.

   "You are a bunch of unruly guys."

  "Shut up!" The servant roared, "Take me out of here!"

  This tunnel is too complicated, and he can't find a way out.

  But the intelligence dealer didn't care about the muzzle at all, he continued talking.

   "Although the Xiacheng District is chaotic, it is still bound by an invisible order, so everyone can survive in the chaos...Broken rules will lead to death."

The intelligence dealer looked at the follower, and then blew a whistle. The voice was sharp and penetrating. The follower was just about to fire a warning shot, but countless sharp voices responded to the whistle... from the tunnel behind him .

  He turned his head fiercely, something was squirming in the darkness, and the next moment they broke out of shadow.

  It was a wave of black...dead rats.

They swarmed with the whistle and surrounded the slaves. They appeared harmless, showing their teeth and claws, repeatedly chewing and biting on the slaves. He wailed in pain and fired wildly. , But nothing can be done.

   struggled hard, but the mice kept leaping up, their teeth biting him fiercely, and under the constant superposition, he could no longer stand, and finally curled up on the ground, covered with feasting mice.

  The intelligence agent calmly left beside him, blood flowed out of the densely packed mice, and from the exposed gap, you could even see the bitten flesh and bones.

  The screams became weak and calm, leaving only the dense sound of eating.

  Kamu was so scared that he forgot to breathe. He never thought that the mouse he played with at random would be so scary one day. Then he looked at the intelligence dealer.

  Information vendors only taught them how to train mice to transmit information, but they have never taught these... these killing skills.

  The heart is beating violently, maybe as long as there is another whistle, the wave of rats will roll themselves up and eat out.

   seemed to be aware of his fear, and the intelligence agent spoke slowly.

   "You are your own, don't worry, I will not kill people."

  I don't know if this is a lie or the truth, but at least it calmed Kamun's fearful heart a little, and the intelligence agent motioned to him.

   "Follow me, the rat king is still waiting for us..."

   "The Rat King?"

  Kamu couldn't believe it, could it be said that he really exists.

   "Kamu, you have seen something you shouldn't see, then... either prove your value, you are worthy of investment, or be abandoned."

  The intelligence agent continued, with a weird smile, Camu was stunned for a long time. Knowing that he had no right to refuse, he followed.

  The two walked into the tunnel. After the short time of eating was over, the rats dispersed in a rush, leaving only blood stains and broken bones in place.

  (End of this chapter)