Ember Gun

  Chapter 439 Warrior

  The terrifying nightmare overlapped with reality. At this moment, Cognel was in the chaos, and his mind was severely damaged in an instant.

He is not afraid of this sudden disaster. As a member of the Iron Law Bureau, he has also experienced the dangers of life and death. These things are not enough to defeat him. What really frightens Cognel is Ivar's purpose. .

  War, a war that burns the ocean and the land.

  The king of ice and sea, who is far away in the Viking countries, made the most important decision in his life.

  This time, for the wish he made, he wants to plunder a country.

  Ival was deliberately caught from the beginning, and this was his idea from the beginning. Everyone was tricked and poisoned by this **** and cruel conspiracy.

Under the impact of the roar of   , Ivar failed to grasp Cognel's throat in the end, and could only leave a trail of blood on his neck. The two were separated by the violent air current, and everything in the line of sight fell into a muddy chaos.

  Cognell passed out in the violent impact.

  I don’t know how long it took for such a coma, Cornel gradually woke up, enduring the pain in his body, he slowly got up.

  He didn’t know how long he had been in a coma, and tried hard to climb to the window, only to see that the candlelight had been lit again on the theater square, and the sound of prayer sounded again.

   After a brief analysis, he felt that he was not in a coma for a long time, probably only a few minutes. Now the aftermath of the explosion has passed, and the crowd below has regrouped.

  Sunset, the explosion just now destroyed everyone's minds. At this moment, there is a darkness that is hard to peek around, and the gasps of wild beasts can be heard in the darkness.

  Cognell pulled out the pistol from his waist, slowly leaned against the wall, and lowered his breath.

  He must warn Currie that the Viking nations never thought about peace talks from the beginning. What they wanted was a war, a war against Gallunaro.

  Yes...maybe this explosion is one of the conspiracies of the Viking nations. Perhaps on the remote high seas, the Viking warships are already ready.

  Thinking about this, his hands shook uncontrollably.

  For Cognel, everything now is too sudden and too heavy for him.

  This is the prelude to war. War is coming. This term is often mentioned, but Cognell always feels that it is far away, but now it is coming, unstoppable, almost within reach.

  Although Gallunaro is also preparing for war under the operation of Currie and Lawrence, when all this really comes, Cognell can feel only endless panic and confusion.

  This is not scribble on paper, but real blood, real meat, and real death.

  He is too cowardly. Compared to a lunatic like Currie, he is really not suitable for making cruel decisions.

  But this is not a reason to retreat. Cognel is bloodied by Garrel. From a certain perspective, the battle between him and Ivar at this moment seems to be the epitome of the war between Garunallo and the Viking nations.

  He can't just let all this develop.

  Recovered his physical strength, Cognell tried to find Ivar in the dark. He didn't know what the cause of the explosion was, but at least he had to control Ivar first... this guy definitely can't die here.

  The smell of blood came from the muddy air, so sweet and full of life.

   The gurgling sound of water sounded, and there seemed to be some liquid flowing.

  Then the voice gradually became clear, dense and complicated, as if something was torn bit by bit, like cold metal slashing his throat bit by bit.

  Conel raised the pistol, he moved forward vigilantly, but after walking a few steps, he felt the strangeness under his feet. He stepped on something, lowered his head, and under the dim light, he could barely see the thing.

   is blood, blood in one place, warm and still flowing slowly.

  He turned to the muzzle abruptly, but found a headless body lying not far away, a guard.

Cognell knew how powerful these guards were. They were members of the choir, with secret blood mixed in their bodies, and their strength was far beyond ordinary people. But such a person was killed silently, and his entire head was killed. Cut it off, and there is no time to alienate it into a monster.

  More strong **** scent is coming.

  He couldn't see the surroundings clearly, the only light was the afterglow from the outside candlelight, everything was the hazy silhouette in Cognel's eyes, and these silhouettes showed the unknown at this moment.

what happened? What happened during the time when Cognel was in a coma.

  Conel held his breath, his gastric juice rolled, as if boiling, gushing from his throat.

Broken meat and broken limbs, internal organs and blood, although he can't see it, the smell of nausea and the hideous silhouette all show all this, just like a violent beast is eating here, pranking, smearing flesh and blood on the wall. Threatening others all around.

   "I hate Hyboard, that guy always laughs at my deformity."

  The voice came from the **** darkness, like the whispers of a ghost.

   "But he is my best friend."

  Ival said contradictory words.

  "You can’t understand it a little bit? Actually, when I told Irene, she didn’t understand it, but it’s true."

  The sound came from the darkness in all directions, echoing in the ears of Cornel, intensifying the invasion of fear.

   "That guy said that a deformed guy like me is destined not to be blessed by God Odin, nor can he stand and die like a brave warrior, thus reaching the sacred Hall of Valor."

  Just now Ivar was still laughing at the emptiness of God Odin, but for some reason, his voice became religious again at this moment.

   "He said I was a poor man. If my father really loves me, he should strangle me in the infancy."

  The sound gradually approached, and Cornel turned the muzzle of his gun abruptly, but there was a void of darkness, and he couldn't see Ivar.

   "Hibald also felt that I was very poor, so he tried to help me, the process was painful and terrible, but I really thank him, he is my best friend."

  Something was squirming in the dark, and Cornel did not hesitate to pull the trigger directly.

  The fire from the muzzle lit up the darkness for a short time. Although there was only a moment, Konier saw too much in this moment.

He was not sure if that person was Ivar, he saw him with a disheveled head, crawling on the ground like a beast, and at the end of the fire extinguished, Cornel heard the sound of blood erupting. He didn't know if he had hit Ivar, only Can quickly shift positions after a shot.

  Cognier couldn't see clearly. After a brief period of absence, severe pain came from his forehead, a wound bloomed from his forehead, and blood soaked his eyes.

   "Yvar!"

  He covered his wound and backed away, not knowing how Ivar did it.

  This time the voice sounded directly from before him.

   "Many years ago, Haibod suddenly said to me that it’s not a way for me to go on like this. Now that I have survived, I can’t embarrass God Odin, right...

  He asked me if I’m interested in trying the feeling of standing, and he said that the feeling of standing is great. "

  Koniel wiped out the blood, and he saw Ivar.

It was a weird and unspeakable scene. Ivar knelt and sat in front of him, but as his words sounded, the muscles under his pale skin twisted and squirmed like a snake. He held the twisted steel in the explosion in both hands, ignoring it. Cutting into the pain in the palm of his hand, he supported himself little by little.

Cornel saw his shriveled and withered feet, but at this moment it was as if steel was cast into them. His ankles were twisted strangely, his knees were hard, and the deformity became even more weird, and the entire withered soles turned out. Coming over, the ground is completely supported by the bones under the flesh and blood.

Holding the thorn-like steel, supporting it like a crutches, then the first foot stopped...No, Cognel didn’t know if that kind of deformed limbs were actually “feet”, but it was like As he saw it, Ivar stood up little by little.

  The muscles of the whole body were twitching strangely. Because of the deformity of his feet, his appearance of exerting force was different from ordinary people, and it was a little hard to describe him with the term beast.

   "It feels good to stand..."

   Under the loose hair is a pair of frightening eyes.

  Ival stood up. After years of training by Haibod, he can rely on his muscles to make himself stand up briefly.

  This was taught to him by Hybbod, and the reason for all this is very simple, Ivar can stand up, then he is a warrior, so he can stand and die, and can go to the sacred Hall of Valor after death.

  The body maintained a strange balance, and then smiled at Cognel.

   "I'm sorry, I have done something wrong and I will be punished. If I abandon the honor of the family, then I should pay the price."

  Ival seems to be speaking to Cognel, and it seems to be speaking to someone who is not present.

   "Hyboard is a good friend of mine. It's too cruel for my father to let him kill me, isn't it?"

  Different from what Cognel thought, Ival did not know the conspiracy from the King of Ice Sea. He just knew his father very well, and knew what his father would do to the kidnapped himself.

Ivar will die as a sacrifice of war, and then the Viking nations will avenge him and plunder the warm land. The crimes committed by Ivar will be cleared out. This is the mercy of the King of Ice and it is also him. The cruelty.

   "It's too cruel to let Hyboard kill me. I can't die in his hands."

  He slowly lifted the twisted steel in his hand, with bright red blood dripping on it, and his sharp pointed toe pointed directly at Cosnel.

   "So...send me to the Hall of Valor, Cornel Garrel."

  The voice is a little sad, but also a little joyful. The dim light of the candlelight outlines the thin figure of Ivar, which has been covered with wounds for some time, and blood is fleeing this body.

   "You madman."

  Cosnel only had time to say these words.

Ival lowered his body, crawling on all fours like a beast, moving quickly towards Cosnel, his speed was so fast, he stood up with his feet vigorously when he was about to touch him, and then he swung a deadly steel. .

  At the same time, the gunfire sounded, and the bullets grazed Ivar's cheek, but he seemed to be unable to see these, and his eyes did not move from beginning to end.

  The steel was cut down fiercely. This was not a sword. It was just something Ivar picked up after the explosion. It could barely be used as a weapon, but it was not strong enough to cut the flesh and blood.

  Cosnel rolled in a pool of blood, barely evading the blow, he raised his head in embarrassment, and saw that the nightmare-like figure never stopped.

  Ival Rodbroek is a fighter.

  He breathed a muddy and warm breath, and his twisted feet moved forward little by little.

The roar of    came from one side, and the guard smashed away the piles of clumps on his body, and his pupils slammed to Ivar bloodthirsally.

During the time that Cognel was in a coma, Ival had already fought the guards. With the impact of the explosion, he accurately assassinated several guards. After so many days of getting along, he also faintly. Realizing the weirdness of the guards, Ivar cut off their heads for insurance.

  But Ivar did not kill everyone.

Under the blessing of the secret blood, the guard's strength was amazing. He directly controlled Ivar and pressed him firmly against the wall, but the slight pain rose from the armpit, and then it became intense.

  Ival completely pierced the dagger-like steel into the guard's armpit. He grasped the sharp edge and twisted it little by little, smashing the entire tendon and bone.

  The guard wailed in pain, punching Ivar's abdomen with a heavy punch, and blood filled his mouth in a blink of an eye.

Those were the absent-minded eyes, the secret blood was tempting the guards, and the anger rose. He strangled Ivar's throat and tried to strangle him, but Ivar hit the armpit with his knee again. The lowered steel, under the second advance, the steel stabs down along the ribs, directly crushing the heart in the atrium.

  The guard's movement was stagnant, and the strength at the wrist was slightly loosened, and immediately after Ivar broke free, the steel on the other hand directly pierced his throat, hitting the wound with his elbow, breaking the spine under it.

  It was like being emptied of souls, the guard's body fell weakly, and Ivar fell into a pool of blood, as if dead, but after a while he got up again.

  He couldn't stand up anymore, the knee bump directly hit the sharp steel, and although it pierced the guard's heart, it also penetrated Ivar's knee, bloody, and no strength was needed.

  Ival was holding the only steel, which is no longer a tight grip. The steel pierced his palm. Even if he didn't hold it tightly, the steel was firmly hung in his flesh and blood.

   gasping in pain, there seemed to be only one thought left in his mind at the moment.

  The heroic death.

  So he drove his body hard, he lifted himself up with his knees, like a wild dog with a broken leg, dragging his embarrassed body, leaning against Cosnel a little bit.

This is a coveted moment. Ival Rodbro will die like a warrior. His death will cause wars between the Viking nations and Galunalo. After years of fighting and war, heir of Odin. Will plunder enough warm land to live.

   "God Odin, here I am."

  Ival murmured.

  (End of this chapter)