Ember Gun

  Chapter 446 The passing of light

  This is a war, a war between religion and belief, interspersed with the conspiracies and tricks of big figures, as well as vague grievances.

  It was such an extremely serious matter, but it was disturbed by two dumb thieves, Eve and Kestrel.

Eve waved the meteorite, like a crowbar, and knocked over a believer who rushed towards her. Since the firing, the barrel of the gun has been extremely hot, and there are faint cracks on the surface. It is not clear that it was because of the overheating of the shooting. It was Eve's swing, it seemed that the life of this thing was only enough to fire a few times.

  Sure enough, the perpetual pumps are really unreliable. Eve should have known this a long time ago. Rather than using this weapon, she might as well sneak into Miguel's side and wipe his neck.

  "So do you usually encounter this kind of unexpected situation?"

   Eve roared loudly, only in this way would her voice overwhelm the chaos around her.

  Now here is like a carnival party, and like the death ceremony of the evil **** coming to the world, the fire and blood are set against each other, and there is a hideous red everywhere.

  To be honest, there was a familiar feeling at this moment. Eve actually recalled the first encounter between her and Lorenzo, which was precisely the first time they worked together.

  That **** dance party.

  The more Eve thinks about it, the more it feels that all this is so similar. At that time, people who were addicted to hallucinogens had the same madness and desires like these believers.

  "Accidents? Accidents are the norm for us. You never know where a demon will pop out to give you a bite, or a companion who is still chatting just now grows fierce horns and becomes an enemy."

  Kestrel looked like a veteran, and the jackknife slashed to the left and then slashed, forcing the less-eyed guys back one by one.

  "Experience, Eve, not everything goes so smoothly. We will encounter all kinds of accidents, and maybe our lives will be ruined."

  Kestrel is clearly in a state, and all kinds of "accidents" have made him feel that his world is absurd.

  Although there were multiple injuries on his body, only one arm was left to swing, but this still could not limit the Kestrel.

   has always been compared to him with monster-level guys like Lorenzo, but now facing these ordinary madness, even demons are not mortals, the Kestrel has shown his power.

Somewhat a veteran knight who cleans up organs. After all the battles, he is like a ball of flowing water. All attacks cannot fall on him. Under twisting left and right, the flowing water will condense into ice with a single knife. Through their throats.

  Without hesitation, the jackknife is not stable. Killing has no burden for the Kestrel for a long time. It is just work, and he is good at handling work.

  He is not bound by morals and ethics...It stands to reason that people like him should be locked up in prison for a lifetime, as is the case with people who clean up institutions.

  But it’s a bit strange to think of it. To a certain extent, people can never imagine that it is a group of perverts and lunatics who protect the world, and these two labels still overlap.

   "You have to think about it, Eve." Kestrel said suddenly.

   "What to consider?"

  Eve followed him closely, the crowd was chaotic, two groups of people were killed and killed, and the chaos that just exploded, this gave them a chance to breathe.

  It should be said that she is indeed Arthur’s daughter. Eve is obviously a newcomer, but like the Kestrel, he is not old enough, and he is steady and ruthless, and will never give the enemy any chance to get close to him.

   "Consider joining the removal agency."

  Kestrel holding a folding knife, his hands kept cutting and killing, but his eyes were cast on the night sky, the night sky that was burned red.

  It's a heavy murder, but Kestrel's heart is very relaxed and happy, just like a pervert.

  Kestrel was once again immersed in this killing, fighting these guys who didn't know whether they were enemies, waving his arms vigorously, and cutting through tender flesh and blood with the jackknife.

  It's really familiar.

Sniffing the **** smell of the tip of his nose, the Kestrel suddenly felt a weird feeling at this moment. He felt more and more that the beautiful afternoon when he met Irene was a dream. These things are all false, and only the current killing is for him it is true.

  Only this kind of battle is his life. The feeling of difference before has disappeared. Kestrel feels that his life is on the right track at this moment.

  Yes, this kind of life is a normal life. There is nothing to hack, slash and kill. While spitting on the enemy's corpse, while telling cold jokes, he will collect the corpses for his teammates from time to time.

   continued such a happy **** life, until one day he became a member of the corpse.

  Sometimes the Kestrel wonders if he is dead, and now it’s just a corpse.

  Kestrel longed for peace on the surface, but his heart was already distorted into something else. He knew very well that he would not be able to integrate into the lives of ordinary people. At the beginning, this was a broken road that could not be turned back.

  He will die in a certain battle, instead of sleeping in a warm bed in a peaceful life, all he is doing now is just waiting for that day to come.

  Kestrel is a living dead, and this distorted and deformed world is the home of people like him.

   "Eve, you have to think about it."

  Without the smiles and laughter he had before, the Kestrel started to earnestly, and he said solemnly.

"It’s not an honor to join the cleansing agency. Although we are calling for the protection of mankind, in fact, our hands have long been stained with blood. If there is really **** after death, then that place must be our home. NS."

  Kestrel felt a panic of fear. It was not that he was afraid of everything he thought. He was afraid of Eve. He suddenly understood Arthur's thoughts.

"I think Arthur didn't let you touch these, not just to protect your life, he still hopes that you can live as a normal person, you don't know any demon, and you haven't got blood in your hands. Live a wonderful life and rise to heaven after death."

  I don’t know if Eve is listening to her own words, but this is not very important. Kestrel said to himself as if he had suddenly realized it.

   "Yes, maybe this is the life Arthur wants you to live, the person you want you to be, instead of saying to join me in hacking people in this ghost place."

  Kestrel said and looked back at Eve.

  Kang Dang!

With only a crisp sound, Eve smashed a person into the air with the **** of the rifle. The action was extremely standard. You can clearly see that the man’s jaw was loosened a bit. It is estimated that Eve was smashed by this one. Fragments.

   "What did you say? It's too noisy."

   Eve recovered and asked Kestrel.

   "Ah this... it's okay."

  Kestrel shook his head, feeling like a heart-wrenching feeling.

   "But, if you say so, would you be afraid of Kestrel? After all, if there is hell, then it will be your final destination!"

  Eve brought up the conversation again, no one knows whether she listened to the words of Kestrel just now.

  "Are you afraid to go to hell? How could this happen!"

  Speaking of this, Kestrel's voice was obviously higher.

   "How do you say? Going back to **** feels like going home. After all, my hapless colleagues are probably all there too... This is called renewing the front edge!"

   Eve had a **** of a face, and the **** that people were terrified of, had such a nice feeling in Kestrel’s mouth.

   "And those guys who were killed by me will probably be there too!"

  Listening to Kestrel's shout, Eve asked.

   "Why? Afraid that they will seek revenge from you?"

"How come, I personally sent them to hell, I can kill them once, I can kill them a second time... It stands to reason that **** should be all evil people, if there are any demons and demons, they should be too The savior of the wicked, people like me who go to hell, are they considered high-end talents, maybe they will be assigned a full-time official or part-time job, right?"

Kestrel's thoughts can't stop diverging. Everyone who cleans up the organization likes Kestrel. Although this guy is sometimes full of bad words, the more terrifying the Kestrel’s feeling of having fun in pain, The more precious it is.

  The two were chatting, but they didn't stop what they were doing, and in this nonsense gap, he was watching the surroundings.

  "Be careful, don't let those guys lean on too much. I can handle one or two. If there are too many, we will undoubtedly die."

  Kestrel warned.

  Eve knew who he was referring to. The soldiers of the choir were walking through the crowd. Fortunately, the two were also moving. With the chaotic scene, they had not come around for the time being.

   "Is Miguel dead?"

  Kestrel asked again, the fire concealed everything, and they weren’t sure if Miguel was really dead.

   "I don't know, go find his body first, there should be a vacancy blown up there!"

  Eve's thinking has also become weird. Since the breakthrough cannot be achieved, it is better to turn back.

   "I think so, Eve."

  This time Kestrel’s voice was obviously under a little pressure, and the steps under his feet stopped, and he protected Eve.

   "As you said, let's go."

  There was an obvious countercurrent among the crowded crowd. Several people came against the crowd. This time they did not do any cover up.

   "I didn't expect the reaction to be so fast..."

  Kestrel feels that the situation is getting worse.

  There was a cold light in the dim light, and the choirs did not make any cover up, their weapons were directly displayed, and they walked towards the two of them.

  Kestrel thought that this chaotic scene would buy them some time, but it seemed to underestimate the enemy's reaction.

   "Is this operation a failure?"

  Kestrel looked at the Yega Theater with this thought, the once magnificent building has collapsed into a burning ruin.

   Obviously, there was a problem with Lorenzo's actions, and it is not clear whether he is still alive.

  Kestrel is a little worried.

  According to what we said before, they should all have finished their action now. They gathered together on the dock and took the clipper back to Inverweg.

Irene gets a promise of safety, Hybald has found his best friend, Eve will pass her internship, Lorenzo will finish his first job in his firm, and he will return to the place where Irene met. That dock, enjoying the balance of the holiday.

  But now everything is disrupted.

  The conspiracy overlapped here in the theater square and detonated at the same time. They mixed together and produced some wonderful reactions, so everyone's plan was disrupted.

Miguel fell to the ground and groaned in pain. He knew Lawrence’s plan. Under their conspiracy, the conflict between the Orthodox Church and the Evangelical Church would be intensified to the greatest extent, and he would lead the believers to a beautiful victory here. This kind of battle will then spread in Gallunalo, and they all work together, and no one can limit their development.

  This is what is expected, but it is clear that an unexpected event has happened.

  Miguel didn’t think this explosion was part of Lawrence’s plan. There was a piercing burning pain in his old body, and he felt that he was going to die.

Is    Lawrence? He wants to kill himself?

Do not……

Miguel didn’t think it was Lawrence’s hand. He knew very well that he had never seen Lawrence’s true face, but Miguel was willing to believe that if Lawrence wanted to die by himself, he would be directly in front of him. , One sword killed himself.

  I have to admit that Lawrence gave himself an invisible sense of oppression, as if whatever it was, it would come true under his leadership without any negligence.

  Like the explosion just now, if Lawrence came to kill him, then he must be a corpse now, instead of thinking about who is going to kill him.

   "Then who would it be?"

   Miguel whispered, he tried to stand up, but the successive pains had already made him lose all his strength.

  Someone slowly stood up in the chaotic sight, and he looked around.

  Huao saw everything that was burning quietly, and the impact of the bullet made Eve deviate from the front sight, but even so, the explosion caused great damage.

Slowly raising his hand, Hu Ao’s hand was full of blood. He lowered his head and found that the clothes he was wearing had been soaked with blood. There was colic in his abdomen, and it looked like broken steel was pierced into it. .

  Hu Ao can still move, he breathes hard, feeling that this is not a fatal injury.

   "Mian...below the crown!"

  Hu Ao saw the fallen figure. The exploding flame burned most of Miguel's body, and the burnt clothes and flesh and blood were glued together.

  Fortunately, the high temperature also scorched the wound together, and his blood loss was not too much.

   "Under the crown, are you okay?"

  Hu Ao hurriedly walked over, he helped Miguel up and leaned aside.

  Miguel lost a bit of strength. He tried to say something, but the severe pain in his body made his voice intermittent.

"protect me……"

  Miguel’s voice contained strong commands.

  Even though his body was so painful, he still lifted his hand vigorously, and he seemed to be stroking something over the top of his head.

  He touched it.

  Icy and cold, and the metal carries a wintery chill.

   A wicked smile appeared on Miguel's face. His crown was still there, not lost, like a growing thorn, deeply pierced under the scalp, and connected with him.

He has been chasing power for too long, so long that he was willing to give everything for all of this. Now that Miguel is so close to him, he does not want to die, and he can never die. He finally touched this noble authority, and he absolutely can’t just die like that. .

   "Protect me! Hu Ao!"

  The voice squeezed out from the throat, like a lion roar.

  Hu Ao was stunned. He had never seen a pope like this before. The sacredness and nobility before him disappeared at this moment. He was like a lunatic seduced by the devil, and the smile on his face had been distorted into a hideous look.

  Without waiting for Hu Ao to continue to say anything, Hu Ao turned his head stiffly with the sound of subtle footsteps.

Liya staggered to her feet. She was already thin and weak. The impact of the explosion overturned her for several meters. The white skirt prepared for the hymn was also damaged at the moment. The fireworks scorched it and coagulated the blood. Together, showing a deep dark red.

  Large areas of skin are also exposed, but this is not a moving scene, it is covered with abrasions, the skin and clothes are stuck together, every movement of Liya brings severe pain.

  With tears on her dirty face, Liya's eyes were a bit dull.

Today there are too many things that people can’t understand. As expected, all this is so beautiful. The pope will wear a divine crown, he will open the sacrament, and the church will no longer set any threshold, like Liya. This bottom layer finally saw light, but the light was shrouded in endless darkness.

why? Why do some people hate light?

  Liya has no strength anymore, she knelt down weakly, no more sound, like a dead doll.

Hu Ao's hand trembled, he stood up from Miguel's side, and then his whole body trembled in fear.

  Only then did Hu Ao feel such a sense of distortion. He was mediocre for decades. In his expectation, he might continue to be mediocre for many years, and finally die.

But he encountered light. Although it was short, his life in the past few days was something he had never experienced. He was recognized. No one disliked the fishy smell deep in his bones. He was treated as a living person... …This kind of life will continue until the night falls.

  The ritual that Hu Ao was expecting was destroyed, the awed Pope was seriously injured, and even the girl he loved became like this...

  He grabbed a side of twisted and burnt steel, it was like a tortuous sword, and the twisted arc reflected Hu Ao's twisted face.

  Hu Ao is not a strong person. On the contrary, he is actually very weak. On the boat, he is very afraid of conflicts with people. No matter what he does, he is silent, even if he is eating, he still sits in the corner.

  This moment is different. The previous weakness was because Hu Ao felt that all this was not worth it. There was no need to conflict with others for that kind of thing, but this time was different. Those guys took away Hu Ao’s future, a bright future.

  This is the only thing that Hu Ao has, the only valuable, whoever wants to take it, he will kill whoever.

  Anger brings power and almost fills his chest. He looks at the smoke that has gradually quieted down in the distance. After the smoke, the appearance of demons is revealed.

  They are holding guns and folding knives, killing the believers of Orthodox Church all the way, they stride forward, vowing to destroy all the beauty of Hu Ao.

   "God, take care of me..."

  He prayed devoutly, firmly grasping the steel, blood flowing down the sharp edge.

  (End of this chapter)