Ember Gun

  Chapter 455 Choice

  What should you do? Lorenzo Holmes.

  Bloodthirsty monsters surrounded the crowd. They were very close to the Whitebait, and they were almost within reach. Lorenzo could even feel the warm wind coming from him.

  What should you do?

  War horses ran wildly around them, they were like hunted prey, and their tired faces were reflected on the sharp blades.

  In this drag on, not only will they be left here forever, but the Silverfish will not be able to escape, and everyone will die here.

  This is a difficult choice. Lorenzo knows that someone must stay here to stop these chasers. So who should it be?

  No...this kind of thing does not require thinking at all. Only Lorenzo can do this. Only he can block the enemy's pursuit and make others escape, and all this is what Lawrence wants.

  For an instant, Lorenzo felt the so-called powerlessness. Even though he was invincible, there were still things he couldn't do, and there were many such things.

   Repressive erosion is coming, and new enemies come out after the sea of ​​flames.

  His figure is embarrassing and shaky, but his eyes are extremely clear. Even if he becomes a monster, he still knows his purpose.

   "You are all going to die here."

  The man’s voice is calm and angry. This is his kingdom, his homeland, and now it has been put on fire by Lorenzo and others, like hell.

   "Cory Ferre."

Lorenzo remembered this guy. He cut off his arm with a single sword. It stands to reason that he should die of blood loss. But now he is still alive, except that the position of one arm is empty, and the other The hand is dragging a sharp sword, like a swordsman on the battlefield.

  A familiar and disgusting smell came from the air. Lorenzo felt it. Lorenzo could feel it. Currie was also injected with the secret blood. With the gift of this forbidden power, he survived.

   "Lawrence, this lunatic..."

  Lorenzo gritted his teeth. For his own justice, Lawrence didn't care about the harm of secret blood. This taboo power spread at will, and he wanted to build an invincible army.

   "Lorenzo."

  A calm voice sounded behind him, seeming to be magical. This voice calmed Lorenzo a little bit. He turned his head and saw Irene looking at him.

   "Eileen... what are you going to do?"

  Lorenzo saw that Irene's expression was wrong, and he realized what the woman seemed to be doing.

  Eileen knows Lorenzo, and Lorenzo also knows Irene. They know what the other party is thinking. Irene stretched out his hand and revealed the secret blood.

   "Leave it to me, you leave them, let me have a break with Curry."

  This is not a request. Irene's attitude is very firm. She failed to save Ivar. She wants revenge for Ivar and atonement for her crimes.

  The enemy is pressing on every step, the team in desperate situation.

  In Irene's view, this is a good time. Not long after, her life will usher in the bloom of value. She will save everyone, and will also avenge herself and Ivar.

  Such a mediocre and boring life can do this in the end. In Irene’s view, her life has been “valued”.

"What did you say?"

   Lorenzo looked unbelievable, and his voice became severe.

  "Do you want to use secret blood?"

   "But this is the only way. Only then can you leave."

   Irene responded strongly, this time no one else spoke.

  Not only Irene, everyone knows that someone must stay and drag the soldiers, and only then can others leave. It seems cruel, but this is the only hope for survival.

   "So... Irene, you will die."

  The confused Kestrel said slowly at this time. He seemed to be struggling to think and understand Irene's words, but under the effect of the medicine and the injury, Kestrel's thoughts were dull.

   "Death is not terrible."

   Irene replied that what was terrible for her was to live with guilt. This was her last chance to save herself.

  Lorenzo was stunned. He had a lot of words to persuade Irene, but before he could say it, he realized that it was unnecessary.

  He can kill powerful enemies, but he can’t control the will of others. Lorenzo can [clearance] invade Irene and let her leave obediently, but is this what Irene really wants?

  No, killing Curry and letting others leave is what Irene wants.

Irene turned around, turned her back to the others, and walked towards Curry. She slowly raised her hand, preparing to inject the secret blood. The needle was very close to her skin, and she was about to pierce her flesh and blood. The filthy blood was poured into it.

   "Irene..."

  Eve lowered her voice. Although the meeting didn't last long, she was still a dead brother. Even though Eve was very nervous, she felt sad at this moment, and she couldn't find the answer.

  Everyone was silent, there was nothing to say, they didn't know what to say at the moment, but then Kestrel said suddenly.

   "But...you will die like this? If you die, you won't see the end of those stories."

At this terrible moment, my squishy mind recalled that pretty good afternoon. Kestrel still remembers his conversation with Irene. They are all looking forward to the sequel of those stories, but if they die, just watch. Not for these sequels.

   Irene smiled and shook her head.

   "But this time my story has an ending, a good ending, Moon."

  Eileen went to death, without turning back.

  This is probably reality, illogical reality. Everyone was talking nonsense just now, but now she is going to die generously. Kestrel seems to have turned his thoughts, and his eyes become frightened.

  Eileen is dying, she may be the only person in the world who might know herself, and now she is dying.

  The wrist was pressed hard, but the needle could not be pierced, Lorenzo followed, grabbed Irene's hand and stopped her action, Irene turned her head, but only saw the hideous face.

  Lorenzo Holmos, what do you want? What should you do?

  You stick to morality and defend the code, so what are you doing for? For your noble character? But you don’t have any moral character. You have killed people and done evil. You are the one destined to go to hell. The difference between you and the evil ones is only a different purpose.

  You are no different from Lawrence. You are both evil men and self-righteous saviors, upholding your own justice.

  So what are you going to do? Is it just for justice, or is it just for something more precious, to do evil?

Lorenzo snatched the secret blood from Irene's hand and smashed it forcefully. The shards of glass pierced under the skin. The secret blood mixed with Lorenzo's blood, slowly moving from the palm of his hand. Shed.

  Like Lawrence said, fighting like this must be for something, for changing something, even for gaining power. Everyone must do this for what purpose, not for power and power, fighting and fighting.

   "Let me be the last demon hunter."

  Lorenzo looked at the crystal clear blood in his hand, his tone low.

  The curse of secret blood should be cut off in Lorenzo's hands, he should be the last person.

  The golden age is too far away, and the distant ones are almost invisible. Lorenzo pursues all this only for the beauty around him, and pursues the nihility for the beauty. What is this?

  If it is for this, Lorenzo is willing to abandon the so-called ethics and morals, he is willing to break free from the shackles of human nature, and become a monster as abominable as Lawrence.

   "No one will die here tonight."

  Lorenzo pushed Irene back, his eyes filled with endless glow.

  Everyone felt that an invisible force formed a wave, swept all around with Lorenzo as the origin, the air condensed into iron in an instant, squeezing the lungs to breathe.

  Huge horror is here, sadness, pain, guilt, self-blame...

   Endless negative emotions rise in my heart, as if a dry palm is scratching them, trying to drag them into hell.

  Hyboard couldn't hold it for a while, he knelt and retched, Eve had a splitting headache, and she faintly guessed what.

  Power·Gabriel.

The secret blood rose to the limit, Lorenzo's body began to deform slightly, and the erosion of the tide hit the surroundings heavily, and Lorenzo's consciousness fell into the darkest abyss, until it crossed the [boundary] ].

"go!"

  Lorenzo gave an order, and as his command roared, the most hated horror in the world came.

The dark thunder appeared out of thin air. They entangled and splashed, smashing and hitting the warrior. The flesh and blood quickly disintegrated and collapsed, and in an instant it was like being broken into fragments, and these fragments were held up by invisible power and convolved. Together, a strong heartbeat sounded from it.

"what is this?"

  Irene looked at all this in astonishment. Countless ball-shaped lightning appeared out of thin air, splitting the battlefield in an instant, all touched substances were annihilated and absorbed, and heavy breathing sounded one after another.

   "Go!"

  Eve grabbed Irene for a short while, and several people took this opportunity to flee. The soldiers tried to intercept, but the formation was cut by the ball lightning. They tried to get closer but were shattered by the free electric light.

  This is the real doomsday. Under the erosion of despair, the thunder gradually dissipated. After the silent smoke and dust, pairs of white wings spread out, shaking away the filth, revealing the holy face underneath.

  Indifferent eyes stared at the world, sharp spiral bone spurs pierced from the palm of the hand, and a white holy flame ignited on it. The noble angels pronounced the crimes of mortals.

  Lorenzo crossed the [Border] and was exposed to the silent people, and now they are hunting.

  【Publisher. 】

  Lorenzo vaguely heard who was saying this word.

   "It's ridiculous, you are like a desperate desperate, calling a devil to solve another devil... but your soul is destined to be taken away."

  A fallen soldier said to Lorenzo, his lower body was annihilated under the protruding thunder, and the section of the wound was extremely clear.

   "At least not to you, Lawrence."

  Lorenzo answered viciously, and then left without looking back.

The Silencer joined the battlefield, opening up a ray of life for Lorenzo, and unlike what was expected, Lorenzo was ready to fight to the death, but the Silencer’s attention did not focus too much on himself, but on him. Fight with the soldiers.

  No, to be precise against Lawrence, it seems to them that Lawrence is more worthy of being resolved first.

  【Strange will. 】

  【Weird will. 】

  【Huge will. 】

  【Prioritize eradication and start execution. 】

  Lorenzo heard something vaguely, like a group of people whispering, their voices indifferent, like a machine.

   Before continuing to think, the sharp howling wind swept up, the silver spiral spikes fell fiercely, and the Silent One waved his wings and attacked Lorenzo.

   "Don't get in the way!"

  Lorenzo was agitated, turned him into anger and waved his nail sword.

The sturdy body shattered under Lorenzo's slash. Lorenzo almost cut off its entire wings. As a result, the actions of the Silent were slightly affected, and he was a step slower, followed by countless red lines from the flesh and blood. Stabbed out, they were entangled together, sutured the broken wound, and healed the wound.

  This scene was firmly remembered by Lorenzo, which was so similar to Might Yanar, which made him feel uneasy in his heart.

  More blades fell, and the soldiers rushed forward and hacked the Silent to death, but the waving wings drove the iron feathers, cutting the soldiers' flesh and blood, and strangling them into pieces.

   The roar of thunder sounded, and more spherical flashes were excited, annihilating and devouring the surrounding buildings, and new silent people appeared in the field of vision.

  Are they really dead?

  Lorenzo witnessed all this and asked himself whether they were dead or if they “returned” again.

   Except for the sound of swords and blood flowing, there was no sound on the battlefield, no screams, no wailing, or even roaring.

  This is a cold war, like a silent hell, dead and resurrected, throwing into the endless cycle of death.

  Lorenzo glanced at the chaotic battlefield behind him for the last time, which reminded him of the Gate of Heaven in the Cathedral of San Nalo, on which a similar landscape was carved. Angels descended from the sky, bringing divine punishment and fireworks.

   "Boat!"

  Hybod rushed into the Silverfish and shouted at Nikolai. Nikolai was already ready and pushed the lever.

  The diluted paint antimony released light and heat in the combustion chamber, and the Silverfish popped out like lightning. The speed was so fast that most of the entire ship broke off the water and broke through the waves.

In the cramped cabin, everyone breathed a sigh of relief until this moment. Hybold gasped loudly. Kestrel's eyes were dull and drooling. Eve wiped the corners of her wet eyes. For a moment, she really felt that everyone was going to die. Here it is.

Irene looked over the cabin, and a spiked sword penetrated the cabin. Lorenzo squatted halfway on the cabin to fix his figure so that he would not be thrown off. He raised Wincher with his other hand. Stur, guard against any pursuers who might catch up.

  The crisis is not over. The ships approaching are accelerating to close together. Judging from the moving muzzle, they are preparing to sink the Silverfish.

  I couldn’t think of being so far away from the coast. There were still obstacles here. Nikolai probably saw this. The Silverfish continued to accelerate, and the hull trembled violently, as if it was about to disintegrate and fall apart in the next second.

  Suddenly it was dawn.

  One after another firelight pierced the sky and landed on the trajectory of the ship, preventing them from closing. The aftermath of the firelight also hit the ship, the steel was burnt red, and the fragments sank to the bottom of the sea.

  Lorenzo remembers the fire, and he will never forget this kind of thing in this life.

   "Our ship crossed the high seas and entered the waters of Gallunaro."

  Shrike recognized the fire, it was Ascalon, and they also installed this cannon on the ship.

   "No, are they going to war?"

  Shrike is going crazy. This is an unknown signal. Such a rash move is undoubtedly a provocation. If it is small, it is a military conflict. If it is large, it will be the second glorious war.

   "War has started long ago, Shrike, Inervig, Galunalo, Viking nations... the war has started long ago."

   Haibo German said in a heavy tone, and the flames across the sky also reflected his face, everyone's face, the silent face.

   escaped from the encirclement, the speed of the Whitebait slowed down, Lorenzo slowly stood up, he looked very tired, and his eyes turned to the burning shore.

  (End of this chapter)