Ember Gun

  Chapter 625 Suspicion

   "I did nothing wrong."

  Roger muttered to himself, he was like crazy, he repeated this sentence for a long time.

  The cold wind after the rain has not yet dissipated, and from time to time continuous filaments fell and struck the rough metal.

  The old winter is coming, no one knows when the first snow will come, dragging the city into a cold abyss.

  "This war has been going on for too long, and what is the difference between the choices we have made now and those thousands of years ago? We are still living and praying for so little hope.

  Can hope really come? Who can give us hope?

  Nothing, all in vain. "

  Roger felt a tumbling in his stomach, and he vomited a large amount of blood, followed by a rising pain.

The scars left by consciousness are reflected on the flesh and are on the verge of collapse. Even if affected by the Unspeakable, Roger is still not Adren’s opponent. He is the head of the Demon Squad, the Pope of the Evangelical Church, and The original watchman.

  He was born a powerful warrior, even if he is tortured and troubled, he is still so powerful.

  Roger’s ridicule in front of him is strong, and Adren is fully capable of killing him, but when he mobilizes all his power, it will also be a time for the unspeakable to take advantage of the emptiness.

  This is a trap, but Adren is very alert and never stepped into it.

  “Someone always needs to make changes. In that case, why not choose to embrace the great sublimation? Perhaps this is the destined way out for mankind.”

  Roger seems to be talking to someone, and it looks like he is talking to himself endlessly.

  Unconsciousness, the part that belongs to "Roger Cruze" has been contaminated for many years. He was distorted and crushed, leaving only his broken will, dominated by darkness, doing the last resistance.

Roger knew very well that he was dead a long time ago. Both "Roger Cruz" and "Adren Levien" were the same. Many years ago, they both died in the well of sublimation. It's just a ghost driven by Gu.

   "Someone always needs to break the deadlock, and someone always needs to make changes."

  Roger slowly clenched his fists. He tried to stand up, but the wind was so strong here that it whizzed by, bringing a lingering chill.

  The magnificent scenery greeted the eyes, and on the lonely tall spire, there was a vague figure.

   "It's so beautiful..."

  Looking down at Old Dunling, Roger sighed.

He stood on the towering minaret, here is the highest point of the old Dunling, where he can easily observe the whole picture of the old Dunling, overlooking this complex and sophisticated city, and under Roger's body is the cleansing. The core of the agency.

  Broken dome.

  In the churning sea of ​​clouds, Roger could see the sneaking iron whales. They hovered in the sky above the old Dunling, casting radiance, gazing at the earth, and observing the people and things on it.

"Change is always disturbing, but as long as you adapt, it's just like'evolution'. Humans are constantly evolving, discarding the useless, and using all available tools." Roger said, making people feel uncomfortable. Shivering laughter.

   "This is the eve of the upgrade, the first step in the great sublimation of mankind, maybe...perhaps in this sublimation, self-consciousness, on the contrary, is the inferiority that needs to be eliminated?"

  A little bit of black appeared in the whites of Roger's eyes, like humor dripping into clear water. It began to spread and infect, and the darkness continued to spread, until the entire white of his eyes was smeared into absolute black.

  There was no light to shine, as if Roger had lost his eyes, only the dark eye sockets were left, and the end of this deep darkness was the bleak abyss.

   "I am correct."

  Roger got up, stepped forward, and walked to the steep edge.

   "If you think I am wrong, then kill me and deny me."

  The sharp black armor wrapped him, and the increased metal hardness formed sharp spikes in his hand, and Roger jumped like a falling thunder.

  ……

  "Order the Mechanical Institute to speed up the armed forces of the rioters. All rioters who have been protected by the Holy Silver and antimemetic will be immediately placed in the old Dunling, waiting for orders."

  Gareth walked quickly across the corridors, and the people beside him obeyed his instructions, distributing orders one after another to various departments.

  As the order was communicated, the personnel left one after another, leaving only Gareth and Percival behind.

Although Gareth is a knight commander, in fact, due to his long-term garrison in the Broken Dome, his position is much higher than that of other knight commanders. It can be said that after Arthur's death, he was the second clearing agency. The commander, sitting in the broken dome, continues to command the battlefield.

  So Percival also followed behind him, waiting for Gareth's instructions.

   "All outposts have also entered a state of preparation. They themselves have enough supplies. Once the monster wave breaks out, they will be responsible for receiving citizens and establishing positions."

  Percival followed Gareth, holding a stack of documents in his hand, waiting for Gareth’s signature.

   "How about the Platinum Palace?" Gareth asked.

"The Queen said that he obeyed the arrangement of the cleansing organs and did not need too much defense, and even said that we can completely abandon the Platinum Palace," Percival responded. Too much care."

   "Well, then place the extra power at the Central Railway Station. We must ensure that no monster can escape from Old Dunling."

  Gareth also doesn't care. In this case, the survival of the Platinum Palace is not important.

   "But is this really okay? Treat the whole old Dunling as a battlefield?"

  Percival is very worried that the city is full of power to eliminate organs, but likewise, there are countless citizens living here. Once the fighting breaks out, they will be hard to escape.

"This is also no way. Old Dunling is the city where the cleansed organs have the deepest roots. Only here, we have an extremely complete power system, and only here, at such a high price, can we tempt the enemy to deepen. .

  Clean the organs, the platinum palace...We will coexist and die with the old Dunling. "

A **** battle was depicted in Gareth’s mind. Old Dunling was caught in the flames of war, blood-stained violence suppressors rushed through the city, and with the sky full of fire, the iron whales fell one by one. , Burned thousands of demons to the shell.

  He could already smell the **** smell in the air, as if countless corpses were lying around him.

  Different from others, Gareth is a native of old Dunling. He has deep feelings for this place, not to mention that he has been stationed at the Broken Dome for a long time, at the highest point, watching the city's continuous changes.

   "Ah...you seem to be really busy, have you considered going to the ground to take a look?"

Percival said casually, she was the least serious of the knight commanders and always said something inexplicable. Fortunately, she was not as prone to get sick as Lorenzo, and other people were quite tolerant of her, such as Garley. S.

   "Ground? Why are you going to the ground?" Gareth only had work in his mind, not understanding what Percival meant.

  Percival looked at him strangely, and then couldn't help asking.

  "How long have you not been to the ground? One year? Or two years?"

   "Four years," Gareth replied, "The knight commander I became four years ago has been stationed in the Broken Dome for a long time."

   "Four years!"

  Percival's voice rose up, "You have been here to eat and live?"

   "Otherwise? You know the regulations, the confidentiality level of the broken dome is the highest, and approval is required to go to and from the ground."

   "So you are too lazy to go back? Four years after being lazy?"

  Gareth sighed, and he said, “Commanding and controlling the whole old Dunling is not an easy job. What if I lose control if I leave?”

   "You are really a workaholic." Percival patted his shoulder vigorously.

  "Just dedicated and dedicated."

  Gareth slowed down, and when he passed the window, he looked at the city in the mist.

   "What's wrong?" Percival asked.

   "What a wonderful city."

  Gareth looked at all the bustling things, and couldn't help sighing, "And all this will eventually fall into the flames of war."

Percival didn’t say anything. She didn’t have much love for this city. Or, for Percival, it’s just a city. If there is anything special, it is the headquarters of her company. There is nothing else. Others too.

  But this is different for Gareth. She knows this very well. Gareth likes the old Dunling, and even likes some crazy people. Long ago, she often used these to tease Gareth.

  Gareth’s origin is very ordinary. Their family has lived in the old town for generations, and they have witnessed the rise of this city. Unfortunately, Gareth’s family is not a nobleman, otherwise they could still call themselves a century-old nobleman.

He likes this city. Gareth grew up with this city. After graduating, he applied for a municipal-related career. Gareth has a great resume and passed all the requirements perfectly, but he only What's the difference.

  Such as luck.

  Gareth's place was squeezed out by a guy walking through the back door.

  This is a long time ago, but now thinking about it, Percival couldn't help but laugh.

"what happened?"

  Gareth turned around and asked in confusion.

"nothing."

  Percival waved his hand, continuing to remember.

The ending is very simple. Gareth was unemployed. He squatted in the city hall for a week, and finally squatted to the **** guy. He dragged him into the alley and educate him with a stick. By the way, let this guy. He leaned on crutches.

  After three days of escaping, Gareth was caught and imprisoned, and on the eve of the trial, he joined the decontamination agency.

   "Do you remember the first time we met?" Percival asked.

  Gareth recalled, thinking of the bad things, his face was sullen, and Percival's smile grew even more when he saw his expression.

   "Wow, you were so badly beaten."

The guy Gareth beaten has some background. Of course, if there is no background, he can't do things like going through the back door. He was almost killed in prison. The day before he was tried, he did not have "Percival" at that time. She met Gareth in the name.

   "We reviewed your information and it is perfect and clean, except for the charge you added recently."

   Percival said to the bruised and swollen fellow.

"Remain silent? You will be sentenced next. That guy has some background. You may be sentenced very seriously. Although you can't die, when you are free again, maybe it will be a few years later. ."

   is still silent, Gareth is very clear that he is just an ordinary person, and now he can do nothing, the only thing he can do is regret, regret why he didn't kill that guy.

   "Well... we can give you a new job, of course, the risk is high, and we still need to sign a series of non-disclosure agreements, and what kind of accidental death.

  In short, as long as you are willing to join us, you can escape the trial. "

  Gareth raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him. He had heard of these words to some extent, saying that some people on trial would get a new opportunity to engage in certain high-risk jobs on the eve of the trial.

  They said that this was the second use of these "scum" by Old Dunling. Gareth thought it was some urban legend, but today he really encountered it.

"What job."

  He was a little moved, after all, no one wanted to be locked up for a few years.

  "You are familiar with this, and it's related to ‘municipalities’."

   Percival smiled.

  After a brief silence, Gareth scolded.

  "Municipal! It's another **** municipal!"

  If it hadn't been for the shackles to imprison his hands, Gareth might actually get up and fight Percival.

   "We can add some additional conditions to you."

  Percival opened the suitcase, took out some documents from it, and only waited for Gareth’s signature.

"for example?"

   "For example, you can beat that guy again and discount his other leg. Don't worry, there will be no problems. After all, after signing him, you are also a person with a ‘background’."

  Gareth was silent for a few seconds, he asked.

   "Where do I sign?"

Gareth joined the decontamination agency. On the night he was released from prison, the house of an unlucky ghost was invaded by a gangster. The gangster did not rob the property or kill, but beat the unlucky man. When he was discharged from the hospital, He left in a wheelchair.

After   , he also demonstrated his value, constantly completing one dangerous task after another. After being promoted to knight commander, he even displayed his "municipal" ability in the broken dome.

  Under the command of Gareth, the complex systems of Old Dunling proceeded in an orderly manner, bringing every inch of land in this city under control.

   "You are really optimistic." Gareth couldn't help but said, his eyes were filled with depression and sadness.

   "Soon, this city will be covered by war, and many people will die, but these are necessary sacrifices."

   Unlike the heartless Percival, Gareth is full of affection for the city, and he always thinks there will be a better solution.

  Better...solution...

  Suddenly Gareth stopped. The storm of thought burst in his mind. He slowly turned around and looked at Percival with gloomy eyes.

Percival couldn't help taking a step back. To be honest, she was frightened by Gareth's gaze. Perhaps because of the fatigue of the past few days, Gareth's eye sockets were deeply sunken, and in the shadows, she could see the eyes. The bloodshot eyes are like a lone wolf chasing its prey day and night.

   "What...what's wrong?" Percival asked.

  "Do you think this death row plan is perfect?"

  Gareth questioned Percival, his body exuding heavy pressure.

  "Is this plan really as perfect as we thought?"

  (End of this chapter)