Ember Gun

  Chapter 452 Another Way

  Dense steam slowly rises from the other end of the sea level, and under the hot residual temperature, one engine after another wakes up.

  The warship regarded as a museum once again sounded that loud siren today. Perhaps its equipment has been behind the times, but under the secret transformation of the Iron Law Bureau, it still has the power of a battle.

  The commander who stayed on the battleship looked at all this with a miserable look. He did not order the launch of the battleship at all, but now all this is like being disturbed by some power, and they have awakened one after another.

   "Are you crazy! What are you doing!"

  The commander rushed into the command room and yelled at the soldiers operating the warship.

  According to the original plan, these warships docked in the port will always pretend to be a museum until at a suitable time, as a surprise attack, but now the commander has not received any orders, these soldiers started it without authorization.

   "Speak! Stop it!"

  The officer continued to roar, obviously he was so angry, but these soldiers seemed to have not heard his words, ignoring his existence, he rushed up and tried to push the soldiers away, but was pushed to the ground by them.

  The head slammed into the icy ground forcefully. After the pain, the officer's anger suddenly dissipated a little, and then the fear of the unknown firmly occupied his heart.

  He found that every soldier was staring at him. They were expressionless and their eyes were the same indifference.

  As if the souls of these people had been drained in a moment, what occupied them at this moment was a thick, squirming darkness.

   "You...you will cause war..."

The officer tremblingly said that his official position is not high, and he is not aware of the conspiracy and darkness surging in Gallunaro. He just knows that Gallunaro is a defeated nation. Once he takes the initiative to expose and activate these weapons into the White Tide Strait, then The pattern of the world will become more tense in the future.

   "The war has begun, sir."

  The soldiers said in unison, there was a strange aura on their bodies. The officer could not accurately describe what it was, but it was like facing a beast in the jungle, instinctively fearful.

This is far beyond what Currie expected. Under the operation of the choir, the power of the secret blood has already penetrated every inch of Gallunaro’s land. Just like Lawrence said, he must hold all the power in his hands. The power of one can only obey a will.

  Lawrence did not go to see the chief, but cast his gaze into the darkness outside the port. He stretched out his hand on the putter, and then slowly applied force to push it to the limit.

   "Then Lorenzo, prove yourself to me."

Under the red night, the sea boiled and rolled, and people had not been relieved from the successive explosions, they saw the giants advancing on the sea one after another. Due to the emergency, the battleship did not carry much ammunition. , But they don’t use them either.

  This extremely large body is like a city wall. They blocked the sea area little by little, trapping Lorenzo to death in the harbor.

"What should I do!"

  Herkeley screamed, and the surrounding ships could already be seen from the Whitebait. He didn't think that with such a small boat, he could successfully break through under the siege of Lawrence.

   "Compared to these, how about Lorenzo and the others?"

   Shrike asked, the encirclement has not yet been fully formed, they still have time to escape.

   "I... I don't know, Lorenzo just told me to listen to his voice, and when I heard it, he told us to run away."

  As soon as Hercule finished speaking, Poirot answered.

   "They are here!"

   "Poirot is talking again!" Hercule screamed again.

  He pointed at Poirot, grabbed the shrike hard, and asked.

   "Did you hear that? This mouse is talking!"

  "What's your disease? How can the rat talk!" Shrike pushed Hercules away hard, not knowing why, how come all the guys who stuck to Lorenzo looked mentally problematic.

   "Yes, Hercule, how can a mouse talk, you are too stupid!" Poirot agreed with Shrike.

   "Sure enough...Is it still my problem?"

  I don’t know if it’s because of the sea or something else. Hercules, who had been thinking fast before, is now dull like a fool, but soon he said again.

   "It doesn't matter! Poirot said they are coming!"

  Herkeley looked into the harbor as he spoke, and he saw it in the flames.

  ……

   "Help! I'm almost out of strength!"

  Kestal screamed while running. He was out of breath, injured and blood loss, coupled with such fatigue, every time he took a step, he felt that he was a step closer to hell.

   "Hold it up!"

  Hybod dragged the Kestrel who had almost fallen down. He and Irene didn't have much fights. In addition, Haibod himself was not injured much, so his current state is not bad.

   Feeling the sudden help, the Kestrel almost burst into tears.

   "Oh oh oh! Let's run!"

  Kestrel gritted his teeth, but still insisted on talking bad words, but this was probably his last bad word.

Gradually, Haibod noticed that the Kestrel's body was getting heavier and heavier. In the end, it almost became that he was dragging the Kestrel away and turned his eyes. Only then did he realize that the Kestrel was in a trance. Free.

   "Hey! Wake up! Kestrel!"

  Hibald shouted anxiously, but Kestrel’s response was extremely exhausted, he said slowly.

  "Would you like to let me take a break first?"

  Kestrel can't hold it a bit, probably because of the excessive blood loss. He can no longer feel the pain in his body, like soaking in warm sea water.

   "Damn, he's going to die! Where's Lorenzo?"

  Hyboard knew that this was due to the effect of the injury. In the fierce battle before, the mortal body of the Kestrel was almost dead.

   "I don't know, it should be still behind!"

  Eve said, and while speaking, she turned around carrying the heavy meteor and shot towards the rear.

   There was another blast of thunder, and the rising flames turned the street into a raging fire. Eve did not aim at all, and the recoil shook her into the air. After a few laps, she quickly got up again thanks to the physique of a ranger.

   "They are here!"

Irene took her gaze back from the rear. After Eve’s shooting, the choir fighters appeared again in a raging fire. His figure against the firelight, like a dark ghost after another, giving endless to several people. pressure.

After Lorenzo announced his retreat, an embarrassing escape began. No one knows how many people are in the choir. They are like endless. No matter how many killed, there will always be more people. Step out of the darkness, and due to the nature of the power Gabriel, as long as there is a position where the warrior appears, Lawrence will follow him like a shadow.

  In order to make everyone evacuate safely, Lorenzo blocked most of the chasing soldiers alone, but a few people still chased them, but it was these people who could not cope with them anymore.

  This is a disaster.

   "Kestrel, you should be sober!"

Eve clutched her shoulders, and under the successive shots, her arms could no longer support her. As if she had lost her strength, she drooped down. As for the meteorite, Eve has no bullets to launch, and this ghost is sinking. Outrageous, she threw it directly into the fire.

  Using his arm that could move, Eve slapped Kestrel twice, and then shook him vigorously.

   "Are you awake?"

  Kestrel blushed and said in a vague voice.

   "I think I should be given Florund's potion."

   "There are no monsters here, that ghost can't save you!"

   Eve shook his shoulder and shouted loudly.

  Kestrel was not corroded, he was just injured too much, and this powerful soul was exhausted at the moment.

   "We're almost there, moon, didn't you say that there are still holidays that haven't been over?"

  Eileen cheered the Kestrel on the sidelines. Although the verbal encouragement was useless, the Kestrel suddenly felt that the situation at the moment was pretty good.

  Think about it. After so long in such a hardship, how can Ho Dee be worried about by two female friends today...Although these two female friends don't seem to be good things.

  After a while, Kestrel actually wanted to chant a poem, or something full of majestic words, like that in the novels he read. When the awesome people are about to die, they will say some awesome and ruthless things.

  So what do you say?

   "It doesn't give birth to my Kestrel..."

  Kestrel immediately raised his head and prepared to raise his head and shout something, but only felt a moment of confusion in his vision, and then his words were all held back.

  Hybald was fed up with this kind of crooked and crooked situation, he carried the Kestrel like a sack, probably irritating the Kestrel’s wound, causing him to cry.

   "So is he really dying? Is the dead still so energetic?"

  Hybald also didn't bother to listen to the second half of the Kestrel, but was amazed by the **** vitality of the Kestrel.

In his opinion, Kestrel and Lorenzo are very similar but different guys. Although these two guys always give you a look that you are about to die in the next second, Lorenzo gives people the feeling that this guy He might die in the next second, but before he really died, he could still kill a lot of people, and the Kestrel was obviously going to die, but he still didn't die after shouting for a long time.

"what……"

  Kestrel was carried on his shoulders, like a drunkard with a hangover. He wanted to say something, but he could only moan meaninglessly.

He actually feels very tired, but he must continue to talk bad words when he is tired. Kestrel always thinks that life can be regarded as a performance. Even in such a bad place, if he is still optimistic, the tragedy will probably change. If you become a comedy, you can be regarded as lying to yourself?

  I have a headache, and the Kestrel is a little confused about these things.

The Kestrel raised his head as much as he could, and then he saw the people who were running hard, the fireworks at the end of the street behind him, and the soldiers who were chasing after him. Fortunately, the explosion destroyed the entire street. It's not clear after this street.

He also saw a figure dancing in the fireworks. Lorenzo jumped out from behind and nailed a warrior to the ground with a sword. It seemed that this situation was also quite interesting. Everyone was chased by the warriors, the warriors They were chased by Lorenzo, like a cat catching a mouse, depending on which hapless guy was caught first.

   Work harder! Lorenzo Holmos!

  Kestrel cheered Lorenzo in his heart, and the life and death of this vote is all up to him.

  Thinking so, Kestrel closed his eyes and lowered his head.

Ah... It’s so easy to be carried, but it’s so weird to be carried by a Viking hunk, not to mention that I am going to die... If you can, Kestrel would rather die in a woman. In the arms.

  So whose hand did it die?

  Recall a few female colleagues who died in action just after some good feelings...Huh? I can't remember the appearance anymore, then think about it from the people around...

  Kestrel seemed to think of someone, but before he could say anything bad, he gradually lost his voice.

  ……

   Under the high-intensity fight, the holy silver attached to the nail sword was almost worn away, and the blade made of Baitie was also full of gaps and cracks at this moment.

  I don’t know how many times it was repeated. Lorenzo stabbed a sword and killed a warrior. He slowly turned his head, and more warriors stepped on the corpse and walked towards him.

  They are endless. Everyone puts on that dark mask. They seem to be Lawrence, and none of them seem to be.

   "It's crazy... Maybe you can really do it, Lawrence."

  Lorenzo's emotions are complicated, and finally said with a little respect.

  Lawrence said that he might join Lorenzo. Similarly, Lorenzo felt that in a moment in the past, he might also recognize Lawrence's madness.

  This is what Lawrence wants to tell Lorenzo, Lawrence is no longer a person, a separate individual, he is a will, an order to be resolutely executed.

  It is a pity that the two will never come together. They are endless enemies, with different positions and wills, until they die.

With such a huge blood secreter and the dark knowledge exposed to the sun, Lorenzo is not sure what it will bring if he continues to let Lawrence pursue the secret blood, but he can faintly feel that it will be a storm that will sweep everyone. Disaster, perhaps before the arrival of Lawrence's foreseeable future, everyone will die in Lawrence's hands.

  After all, an uncontrollable monster like the Demon Hunter should be returned to the dust. It is the perfect ending to let yourself end all this as the last Demon Hunter.

  Lorenzo felt that facing the dark future, there must be a better solution.

   "Secret Keeper."

  Lorenzo shook his head helplessly. It seemed that he had to go to the so-called end of the world, but to do this, he had to leave alive first.

   "You look terrible, Lorenzo, you can leave alone."

  After the sea of ​​fire, another group of soldiers came out, with so many casualties, but they were still endless, like a group of human-shaped bodies, they did not have the so-called soul and will, they were only tools temporarily occupied by Lawrence.

  "This is the difference between me and you, Lawrence, I can still trust others, and they are willing to believe in me, so I will never let them die."

  The secret blood has declined a bit. Under such a high-intensity battle, Lorenzo's will has begun to become exhausted. He is a little unable to restrain his strength, but this stubborn figure is still blocking the warriors and Eve and others.

"These are all cumbersome, haven't you realized it? Emotions make us indecisive, the connection with people makes us more vulnerable, beautiful things make us immersed in hypocrisy... These are Lorenzo Mei The first reason for failure, I hope this will not be the reason for your failure."

   Lawrence said that he felt that Lorenzo was a stupid and unconvincing guy. He had already used himself as an example, but Lorenzo was still so stubborn.

  He wants to change Lorenzo or kill him. After all, he is enough to accomplish this great feat.

   Lorenzo laughed disdainfully at this, he looked at the guys who were running a little, and muttered to himself.

   "Do you think Lorenzo Medici really failed?"

  The pictures of the past resurfaced in front of us. In the dry well like hell, two people bathed in blood, countless demon hunters who died for it.

   "Lorenzo Medici believed me, so I survived, and now I choose to believe them."

  Lorenzo pulled a smile on his embarrassed face.

  The secret blood boiled again, and the nail sword slammed the ground, and then the rising glow pierced the darkness, drawing a sea of ​​fire on the street again.

  The raging flames blocked the advance of the soldiers.

  (End of this chapter)