Ember Gun

  Chapter 624 Persistence

  After a few days of attenuation, the erosion intensity in the industrial zone has decreased a lot, and ordinary people still can't get close, but for people like Lorenzo, there is not much pressure to speak of.

   "Are they fighting here?"

  Lorenzo looked at the mess on the ground and couldn't help sighing.

   "Yes, it seems that we still intend to fight here. If the outbreak is in a densely populated place, we may still be fighting now." The Kestrel holding a report on the side said to Lorenzo.

   "According to our expectations, once the erosion spreads in the city, we will have great pressure from demons. All armed forces will come out, control the streets, and hunt demons."

Lorenzo is not optimistic about this. "Even so, the time left for us is very short. We need to solve all of this when the erosion expands to the whole city. The installed antimemetic weapons will help us delay time, but There is still not enough time."

"In this case, we have nothing to do. We can only pin our hopes on [Wangchuan]. I hope that they are kept tightly enough and that they can help us cope with the disaster in a short time." Kestrel looked at Shao Liangye beside him. .

It is expected that the time for the decisive battle will not be prolonged for a long time. Under this disparity in power, either the cleansing mechanism is easily defeated and the death row plan takes effect, or [Wangchuan] takes effect and destroys the powerful enemy. Simple, without too many twists and turns.

Lorenzo began to move forward. They observed that there was still a corpse in the depths. It was an abandoned body to be precise. Lorenzo wanted to see. It was not clear who left it between Roger and Adren. .

  Most of the abandoned machinery and equipment melted and collapsed, and the ground was burnt into a lava zone, with huge ravines, as if a giant blade was cutting the ground.

  The remaining erosion gave out roars and screams, like a rolling invisible wind, as Lorenzo's deepening, echoed in his ears.

  Cleaning the organs did the right thing. They didn't rush to explore this place, but left it to their own solution. Lorenzo had already noticed the terrible erosion of these erosions at the beginning, and even the illusion of confusion gradually emerged in front of his own eyes.

   "This is the power of sublimation," Lorenzo felt it, and couldn't help smiling wryly, "It's really powerful."

  They fought in between, then died, repeatedly, falling into the cycle of life and death.

Stepping on the stagnant water after the rain, Lorenzo stood beside the fallen corpse. It was like a charred sculpture, leaning on a broken sword, but still refused to fall. It exuded the familiar erosion, it was Ed. Lun’s power.

   Gradually sketched the scene in his mind, two crazy monsters chasing each other, dropping their limbs, and then swinging a sharp sword until one of them is ended.

   "So you received the news from me, didn't you? I deliberately chose the battlefield here, and kept chasing Roger."

  Lorenzo thought, he speculated about Adren’s attitude. The original watchman was very strange. Lorenzo knew his purpose very well, but he did not understand many things, such as now.

  It is reasonable to say that with Adren’s power, he should be able to suppress Roger, but from the traces on the battlefield, they have been entangled for a long time and are evenly matched.

  Is Roger being infested by the Unspeakable and becoming stronger, or is it that Adren has declined?

  The faceless people like dolls suddenly flashed before Lorenzo's eyes. They had forgotten what they looked like, and only a white face was left, kneeling beside the well of sublimation.

  This is the ending of the watchmen, they are withering one after another, until one day they completely disappear in history.

   "Adren... is losing, he can't hold it anymore."

  Lorenzo only felt a deep chill in his heart, and he realized that he had actually neglected this.

  He and Roger went deep into the Well of Sublimation and confronted the Unspeakable, but their final choices were completely different.

Roger hid it, while Adren chose to fall into a long sleep to fight the unspeakable dreams and only wake up when necessary. Now that Roger is so awake, it's just that he accepted the dreams and chose to become one of them. Member, and Adren has been resisting, every moment he wakes up, he is fighting against the darkness from deep in his heart.

  Lorenzo's pupils were stiff, and the state of affairs this time was a little beyond his imagination, the variables changed again, and he was moving in an uneasy direction.

   "No...no, this is a good thing."

  Lorenzo quickly settled down, saying so, but the pressure in his heart did not decay much.

Once Adren falls, Lorenzo will have to face two absolutely powerful enemies at that time. He will have no chance of winning, but again, now is his chance to win Adren, before he can't defeat Roger. Under the circumstances, Lorenzo would be his best choice.

   "This is really a gamble."

  Lorenzo reached out tremblingly, trying to touch the corpse.

Once contact with Adren occurs, the subsequent ending is easy to guess. Lorenzo will be hunted by him, and he may die easily, or Adren is willing to calm down and listen to himself... It is also possible that Adren is already on the verge of losing control, and he will happen to be his crazy opening.

  Lorenzo really doesn't want to do it if it can, but in this situation where Adren is about to die, Lorenzo feels that he has no other choice.

   Once Adren is used properly, it will be a great help, and from their fighting here, it can be seen that Adren is unwilling to expand the casualties, at least their positions overlap.

  The blazing fireworks rolled up under his eyes, and Lorenzo stretched out his hand and pressed it on the corpse.

  The erosion climbed up to Lorenzo's body like a snake, making a slight sound, wrapping him in layers.

  Lorenzo did not resist too much, only felt extreme coldness along his arm, followed by a slight tingling, thousands of steel needles pierced under the skin.

  He was eroded by Adron. The intensity of the erosion was not high, but it was enough to brighten his figure in the dark, becoming a "beacon" to guide Adron the way.

  Lorenzo’s heartbeat accelerated slightly, and he didn’t know if he was doing it right or wrong, but under the current circumstances, he really didn’t know what to do if he didn’t unite the strength of Adron.

  Death row can guarantee the survival of key personnel, but what about afterwards? Surviving is also facing a piece of scorched earth. By then, it is not clear whether the cleansing organs have the ability to fight, and whether anyone has survived.

  Lorenzo began to doubt.

  The more he thinks like this, the more he realizes the loopholes in the death row plan, but all of this comes from his hands, and the chaotic distortion makes him a little at a loss.

  But... there is nothing to hesitate.

  Lorenzo returned to Kestrel and others.

  "Anything to find?" Kestrel asked.

   "Yes, but it's not good. If I'm right, Adren can't hold on anymore," Lorenzo said.

  Kestrel's eyes lit up and said, "Isn't this a good thing?"

"No, it's not good. I hope he and Roger will both lose, instead of dying one and leaving the other behind. Then Roger will deal with us with all his strength. This is comparable to facing two monsters fighting each other. , It's much harder."

  Lorenzo looked serious.

  “What’s worse, maybe Adron won’t die. He will be corrupted and become another Roger, another ‘road’.”

  The words are like heavy hammers, striking each person's chest fiercely.

  ……

  In the deep darkness on the corner of the street, someone was panting. He was leaning against the trash can, his whole body was soaked in cold rain, looking very embarrassed, it seemed that he had been homeless for a long time.

Adlon was breathing heavily. He tried to calm his mind, but the harder he worked, the noise in his ears became louder, and countless babbles reverberated. They confided to Adren the beauty and outlines. future.

   promised him one great sacred one after another, as long as he is willing to make a deal.

   clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of anger, and after a while, these noises finally faded a bit, giving him a brief period of peace.

  His eyes were hollow, as if he had lost all his sanity.

  All this is too long. In order to fight the dark babble, all of Adelen’s energy was poured into it. His mind was disturbed. After a long period of torture, it was difficult for him to think effectively.

With his previous strength, Edron had the ability to kill Roger, and even if he could not kill him, he would be hit hard, but the noise constantly interfered with him, made him decline, and put him heavy and heavy. .

In fact, Adren can also break free of all the shackles desperately, but in that case, he will also give the dream a chance to get in. Adren knows that he can completely eradicate Roger in this way, and he knows this too. If he does, he has a great chance of becoming the next Roger. More importantly, after he kills Roger, who can kill himself?

  He didn't continue to think about it anymore, and his exhausted will no longer supported his overly complex thinking. Over the past few hundred years, he has become more and more like a cold machine.

  Continuing to gasp, it didn't feel very good, but this kind of peace was extremely precious in his long life, at least for now, he wanted to enjoy it briefly, even if he became so embarrassed.

  People walked by his side, some did not look at Adron, others cast pitying glances, and others threw a few coins at Adron, and the coins rolled on the ground and fell to their feet.

Adren doesn’t know how he feels. In order to fight against the darkness in his heart, he rarely thinks about other things. Like other lost watchmen, Adren gradually loses his emotions. There is only the first in his mind. The rules, these things are like iron laws branded into the will, driving him forward.

  But after so long, sometimes if he doesn't deliberately remember, he will almost forget his original wish.

  To be ironic, the reasons for supporting oneself are almost disappearing in the years.

  There were footsteps approaching, and Adren turned his head vigilantly to prevent Roger's surprise attack. He knew very well that this guy was still wandering in the city, waiting for the battle to start again.

  It is not Roger, but an ordinary person. Adren can feel that with Roger's strength, if he does not rely on the Holy Silver Armor, it is difficult for him to control his own erosion and not leak. The intensity of the leakage is not high, but it is already very eye-catching in Adren's eyes.

  It was an old bald man who was embarrassed and drunk. He walked out of the tavern at the end of the alley, still carrying two bottles of wine in his hand, and seemed to be going home for a while.

  Adelen didn't think about anything. He hardly spent any energy on meaningless places. He directly ignored the existence of men in his vision, but the guy didn't.

  He saw Adron and looked at his embarrassed appearance.

   "Hey, friend, how are you?"

  Buscarlo squatted down, picked up the coins scattered in the water one by one, then took Adren’s hand and placed it in his palm.

  Adelon was expressionless, as long as he moved his hands a little, he could kill Buscalo. In his eyes, he was no different from bug ants.

   "You look terrible."

Buscarlo was drunk. He didn't care about Adren's indifferent expression. In his opinion, Adren was like a tramp who was beaten by someone, and he was in need of a kind passerby to save him. He babbled again.

   "Would you like a bottle? I'll treat you."

He said that he handed a few bottles of wine that he had carried to Adren, and Adren still did not respond. It was not so much that Buscarlo handed it to him, but it was Buscarlo who forced it into his hand. inside.

"Hey, smile, my friend, life won't always be too bad, it will always be better," Buscarlo burped, "I know a guy... even if you do, your expression is just Just like him, as if he was carrying a heavy responsibility, with a constipated face."

Thinking back to Lorenzo, Buscalo has been shivering. Since the contact with the hapless ghost, he seems to have been unlucky, and because of Lorenzo’s appearance, his drinking time every night has been adjusted to the present. To avoid encountering Lorenzo.

"I don't know if that guy counts as my friend... But I was quite happy when he disappeared, but ah, after a long time, I was a little worried, wondering if this guy will die, "Buscarlo opened a bottle of wine by himself, raised his head and drank it, "I just remembered at that time, why should I be a doctor."

  Looking at Adren’s indifferent eyes, Buscarlo thought he was questioning himself, even after thinking about it, an alcoholic told you that he was a doctor, and no one believed him.

"You believe me, I'm really a doctor!" Buscalo yelled, then his voice weakened, and he said, "I am a person who is very afraid of death. I am afraid of death, and I am afraid of others. People die, what is it called...good-hearted? Or what, because of this, I became a doctor."

   "At that time, I was hoping that this **** would not die. He is not a good thing, but death is not. Everyone can't escape, but it's a while to live longer, right."

As Buscarlo was talking, he felt his stomach tumbling. He tried to control himself, but he threw up on the floor with the indifference on Adren’s face. The vomit was rustling, and he kept talking about Ed. At Lun's feet, some splashed on Adren.

  This scene is too bad. If Lorenzo were here, he would probably scream loudly. Buscarlo retched several times. It seemed that he was vomiting clean, wiping his mouth hard, and muttering in his mouth.

   "So, come on, friend, hold on."

  He picked up the wine bottle and touched the bottle in Adron's hand, got up, and left staggeringly.

  Adren looked at the figure he was leaving, unscrewed the bottle, took a gulp, and got up and left as well, moving in a different direction.

  (End of this chapter)