Ember Gun

  Chapter 357 Infinite Burning

  This is like the dream that traps oneself, that seems to be a place called [Gap].

  Whether moving forward or backward, the scenery in front of me is monotonous and repetitive, as if all my struggles and efforts are in vain, and I can only struggle forever.

  The pain of torture came from the flesh, and the sober will fell into chaos little by little, and the invisible erosion was like a sharp knife, as if cutting his mind.

  This is painful, but it is worthy of joy. This is the feeling of being alive.

Although his body is undergoing a slight change, he is very clear that he is still alive and he has not fallen into that strange dream, but even if he knows all this clearly, when the dim corridor becomes extremely long, As if there was no end, he would still be confused and panic.

There was a stench in the air, and with the fall of the fire and rain, the entire corridor began to shake and the mountains shook. At the same time, the sound of dense footsteps sounded, as if there was a crowd running in that dim corner.

"bring it on!"

   Cole roared loudly, dragging his deformed body and running wildly with the dense footsteps.

  The picture in the field of vision began to accelerate to disappear on both sides of him, the folding knife scratched the wall and burst out dazzling sparks.

  The fierce blade fell like thunder, and the body of the demon shattered before his eyes.

  Actually, Cole still has a lot to say to Arthur. After so many years, are any of those familiar friends still alive? How much information about the demon has advanced, but unfortunately, this is not a good time to reminisce about the past, and he has no spare time to do this.

The mind was gradually devoured by the darkness, like a sleepy traveler. Cole's hacking and killing gradually turned into a meaningless madness, but soon he would wake up a bit again, his tyrannical posture stopped, and his eyes covered. Full of confusion, like a child awakened in a nightmare.

  There was a commotion at the other end of the darkness, and the slightly hideous figure slowly turned around, but what greeted him was a flash of sword light.

  That is also a monster, it seems that it has been attacked before, and its arms have disappeared, leaving only the distorted section and the blood and flesh that are constantly wriggling in it.

  It clenched the hideous mouth tightly, and along with the deformation of its body, its teeth were completely inlaid with the handle of the folding knife.

  The demon rushed in with a pocket knife, and the sharp light of the knife ran across Cole's side.

Cole tried to raise the jackknife to defend, but now his thoughts are so heavy. If it is another person’s will, Cole at this moment has already alienated into a monster, but he is Mordred, a former Ranger, Under various specializations, he persisted in this **** to the end.

But he was still slow. The hideous wound split along his arm, but it split along with the demon in the shadow. The folding knife fiercely cut its throat, and the demon loosened its mouth and folded. The knife was stuck in the wall, and then it fell down and bit at the monster in the shadow.

  It was like a fight between wild beasts. Soon the demon could no longer make any more noises. The whole body became shattered under the bite, and a large smear of blood stained the entire wall.

  Cole looked over, and suddenly found a familiar face under the blood.

  The demon who lost his arms paused after doing all this. It is hard to imagine that an entangled expression would appear on the monster's hideous face. It was seduced by blood and flesh, but he hesitated because of that last obsession.

The same hideous face was reflected in the muddy scarlet eyes. The next moment the demon slammed into the hilt on the wall, and the hilt stabbed a hollow wound in its heart, and then on the back. Spit out, blood gushing.

  It is like a bug nailed to the wall. Its only limbs are constantly twitching, but it never tries to pull out the handle of the knife. There is a whimper in its mouth. It can't speak anymore.

  After a short pause, a sharp knife slashed it down, ending its pain.

  The head rolled into the blood, with a peaceful expression.

  "You are not a deserter, Gavin."

   Cole whispered, but his voice became illegible due to the distortion and turned into an equally meaningless whimper.

He did not look at the fallen head anymore. All the past sins were settled at the moment Gavin died. No matter what he had done, no one knew it anymore, and he also ushered in the long-lost relief. .

The road that followed seemed extremely long, endlessly dim, and piles of corpses lying in the corner, fragmented, human and demons... In fact, these are Cole’s compatriots, no matter what they have done. What's wrong, they are essentially humans, humans who are crazy due to erosion.

   "This is a civil war."

  Suddenly, Cole seemed to understand something.

Between humans and demons, it is humans who are fighting each other from beginning to end. This is a cruel civil war that erupted among humans, and such a strange civil war has lasted for many years, and it continues to this day. , Like a vicious curse, shrouded everyone's head.

   Cole's breathing became heavier. Perhaps he was shocked by his own conjecture. Chaos consciousness became clear again, but then he felt helpless.

  How about knowing all this now? He no longer has the ability to pass on the news, and can only take it to death.

  The cold wind and rain hit it, and the demon walked out of the research area and was bathed in heavy rain again.

  It’s terrifying and terrifying body is no longer recognized, and at the end of its vision, under that somewhat ridiculous barrier, people are still holding their ground.

  If there is no ammunition, pick up the folding knife. If the folding knife is also chopped, use the remains of steel to smash it. At the end of the battle, it is like a group of primitive men fighting with stones.

  They guarded the Jedi in the rainstorm, the last barrier, and the original sin armor did not stop, walking through the fire and rain.

  Continuously expanding the wound, the iron-clad monster has already appeared in decline. Now he only needs a force that can kill with one blow, but the existing firepower is no longer enough to do all this.

  No...There is still a chance.

Lancelot's hook was nailed into the dome, and the blue figure hung upside down like a bat. Under Percival's control, the iron-clad monster was attracted by it, and he did not notice Lancelot for the time being. The trend.

  Heavy daylight fell on the surging clouds of lead ash, and it was also at this time that Lancelot jumped out again.

  For high mobility, his armor is the lightest existence in a generation of armor. With its hooks, he is like a low-flying Swift, walking through the deadly falling fire and rain.

Under his control, the armor made by iron armor and flesh and blood was so swift that almost impossible actions were realized one after another, and when he finally reached the desired position, the bloodshot eyes were locked in. Everything down.

The hook was shot again, and this time it hit the rain of fire falling behind the rain, the broken metal that was burning crazily and had not completely melted, and at the same time, another hook hit the soft flesh and blood of the demon under the iron armor. .

  Someone seemed to have guessed what Lancelot was going to do, but they only felt weird. It was an action beyond expectation, but it was happening in front of them. In this desperate situation, a phenomenon called "miracle" was born.

  Lanlost knows the current situation very well. They have been forced into a desperate situation. Although they have broken through the defense of the iron armor, they have not enough ability to completely kill this blood-containing monster.

  No, they still have power. The rain of fire is the deadliest sword, and what Lann Luoster has to do is to guide this deadly blade to hit the monster.

   "Percival! Stop it!"

  Slightly immature voice is like a lion roar.

  All this happened almost in an instant. Lanlost predicted the rapid fire rain, and at the same time the hook rope nailed into the monster's body was quickly recovered.

The machinery on the arm bursts with dazzling fire, and the steam engine is running overloaded. Although the armor has terrible power, it is impossible to change the direction of the rain in this short period of time. What Lancelot can do is use the hook. Suo modified its trajectory so that its impact point was biased toward the fragile position.

The hook rope was tightened, and a whisper of cracking steel came from his ear, but under this visor, Lancelot's eyes were not afraid, and then the dazzling fire light drew a deadly arc under the rain. The frenzied fireworks swallowed everything.

The high-temperature explosion set off from the monster's body, and without the protection of the iron armor, it was blown to pieces. The original sin armors near it were also overturned by the impact of the explosion. The heat wave several meters high surging, flattened like a splashing tide. For four weeks.

  The rain curtain that fell was temporarily stagnant, and then fell again after a while, washing away the deadly high temperature.

  The huge corpse stood upright in the burning core, in the rays of sunrise-like light. The bones and the iron armor formed a rugged sculpture, like a twisted and distorted dead tree, and you can still see its faint ferociousness.

  Everything fell into silence with the death of the demons, until the two original sin armors stood up with each other's support, and the exhilarating roar overwhelmed the roar of the demons.

  At this moment, the most dangerous monster has been solved, and the beautiful hope is constantly magnifying before people's eyes.

  Cole stood dull under the rain, as if he couldn't believe what was in front of him, but then he let out a chilling laugh, like the sharp cry of a baby.

  He suddenly felt relieved.

Yes, he can’t pass on this information anymore. There are more people like him in history who died with these terrifying secrets, but even so, mankind still survived, in the following time Here, there are still descendants who have discovered these secret knowledge again along their footprints.

Those latecomers are better than they have to do. They keep pushing forward the [boundary] of human perception of this world, until the hazy curtain is lifted one day, and the truth of the whole world can be seen clearly in the true sense. .

   Cole no longer fears, he can die without any worries. He believes that in the near future someone will discover all of this, he will eradicate the demons, and end the hatred that lasted endless time.

  There will no longer be demons in the world, and there will no longer be all this cruelty.

  He continued to smile, and even death became no longer scary when he thought of it.

  Like a dead Gavin, the demon raised his pocket knife and pierced his heart, twisting the handle of the knife to completely shred his heart, and at the same time, he applied force again, leaned back and fell down, nailing himself firmly in place.

The crucified demon began to twitch violently. It yearned for blood and flesh, but was nailed to the ground by this folding knife. It tried to pull out the folding knife, but it penetrated too deeply, no matter what it was. I couldn't get rid of it with force, like a poor bug, waving his limbs continuously until the blood soaked the stagnant water.

  No one noticed the death of this monster. Everyone’s attention was covered by the hope of survival. They wielded all available weapons and fought with the monster who tried to break the barrier.

  When the folding knife broke, he picked up the metal wreck. After it was broken, he raised his fist. When his arm was broken, he would bite with his teeth. If he lost all of this, he would fall into the stagnant water, cursing everything at the end of his life.

  For an instant, this seemed to be the epitome of the struggle between humans and demons, from fearing the darkness to illuminating the darkness, from fearing demons to eradicating demons.

  Waving the stone in his hand like a primitive man, human beings don’t want to live in fear anymore.

  The sharp knife light tore open the falling rain, Joey jumped out of the barrier, his heart beating violently, sending the hot blood to every part of his body.

  He is just a high-ranking knight who has undergone specialization. The only special feature is that when facing monsters, he will not be easily corroded like ordinary people.

  Joy didn’t know how many demons had been killed. There was already pure killing left in his consciousness, but the ignited fire seemed to awaken his mind, and reason once again dominated this body and continued to push the line of defense.

  He was eroded by Moriarty, and coupled with this high-intensity combat, he should be the one of the upper knights who is the easiest to alienate into a monster.

Joey knew this very well. In order to save more people alive, he didn't say anything. He was directly exposed to the most terrifying killing. It was also at this time that a monster knocked him over and sharp claws pierced him. Waist and abdomen.

   Is it going to die?

  Thinking like this flashed in Joey’s mind. In fact, it’s not bad to die, so that he won’t be tortured by the nightmare of the past, and he won’t do so many wrong things...

  No...I can't die yet.

   Thinking like this, he got up from the stagnant water.

  Yes, I can die, but I can’t die so easily.

  Joy’s face gradually became squalid, and the horrible demons were reflected in the chaotic vision. Unknowingly, he had killed so deeply and was deeply encircled.

  He is dead unless there is a miracle.

  No, there are no miracles. There have been enough miracles on the battlefield of hell.

  No, there are still miracles.

  Aren’t the so-called miracles just words created by human beings? It was created by human beings, not gifted by gods or demons.

Joey staggered to his feet, and finally fell on the body of the demon. It was nailed to death in the stagnant water with a jackknife. Judging from the twisted face, it was a bit familiar, as if he had seen it there. ...It feels like a certain patient.

  But don’t care so much, Joey lowered his body, and then a voice that made the monster even more terrified sounded, it was a kind of chewing sound, as if some kind of monster was eating greedily under this rain curtain.

  When he raised his head again, his pale face was covered with blood, and there was still red blood flowing on the corners of his mouth.

   "Isn't the so-called secret blood something that is extracted from the blood of a demon? Then, am I a demon hunter now?"

  Joy was also joking, but no one was paying attention to him anymore. He stood up again holding the jackknife, and the power of forbidden restlessness rose in his body.

   "Life is meaningless... No, life is still a bit meaningful."

  He remembered the supper with the Kestrel at that time, but he couldn't remember what he was eating.

  It is the ridiculous and small meaning that supports everyone to live to the present.

  "Life is short...and burns indefinitely."

   He whispered, the folding knife cut open the rain curtain, and the wind shook, sending out a melody like a chant.

  (End of this chapter)