Ember Gun

   Chapter 630

  Exceeding everyone's expectations, the pitch-black giant sank behind the clouds, and the black shadow expanded rapidly, until the sea of ​​clouds could no longer be supported and collapsed.

  Suddenly, the high-pitched sound echoed in my ears.

  The iron-grey giant whale smashed through the sea of ​​clouds, like a falling meteorite, at a rapid speed, diving toward the street.

  The pressure jumped to the limit in an instant, and even the experienced old fritters like Kestrel showed fear at this moment.

  However, Kestrel thinks this is nothing. He thinks that anyone who sees such a giant rushing in will be frightened for a while. More importantly, not everyone has the experience of being smashed by a war airship.

   "Fly... the airship." Kestrel said with difficulty.

  With the expanding shadows, as the darkness spreads, the heartbeat speeds up to a fixed point.

The iron whale lifted up suddenly, and leaned up along the edge of the building group. The edge was about to collide with the masonry. There was a splash of rubble among the broken smoke and dust. The light belt was swimming around. It was a hanging steel cable, which was like a tentacles. Like, dancing wildly on the streets, like a pliable giant blade.

  Pedestrians evaded in horror, huge cracks were drawn on the ground, street lights were violently knocked down, and the surrounding walls and glass shattered together.

   "Go away!"

Seeing that a steel rope had to draw a few people, Shao Liangye yelled. At this speed, being drawn by a steel rope is no different from being hit by a giant blade. But at this time, Lorenzo finally has action.

  He took a deep breath. At this moment, he suddenly remembered Mrs. Van Lourdes, remembering that before she retired, she was a brave air cavalry.

  Lorenzo tightened his sword bag and ran directly towards the steel rope without saying a word.

  The dense iron armor was wrapped on the body, he jumped up suddenly, and the ground cracked under the weight.

The arm grabbed the steel cable, as if strangling life, the violently swaying steel cable was firmly grasped by Lorenzo. The next moment Lorenzo pulled the cable and was taken up high by the climbing war airship and rushed towards it. Deep in the sea of ​​clouds.

  A few people could only stand in place, witnessing Lorenzo's figure getting smaller and smaller, until it merged with the scarlet light.

Lorenzo ascended into the sky, and the cold wind blew his face. On the war airship, the people standing in front of the console woke up from the psychedelic. He didn't know what had just happened, but the soldiers who had pulled out their guns beside him We just realized what a dangerous operation these people had just carried out.

  According to the countermeasures, the war airship should lean against the broken dome, but suddenly everyone lost control and dived down with the war airship.

"what happened?"

  They stared at each other, and all they had in their hearts were panic slowly swirling.

  Lorenzo hung below, and in the red light in front of him, he could see the black shadow that was constantly zooming in, and the broken dome was in front of him.

  He did this for the first time. To be honest, it is very risky, but it is also impossible.

  The black angel that Lorenzo is most familiar with has been completely damaged since his trip to the Sea of ​​Silence. After being contained again by the Pump of Perpetual Motion, Lorenzo has never seen it again.

  In this case, except for this risky method, Lorenzo really couldn’t find a way to quickly reach the Broken Dome. As for the [clearance] shuttle...

   Lorenzo can indeed reach the Broken Dome quickly with this power, but that is his carrier after all, and the power that can be exerted is limited. Reaching in this way is meaningless except to die.

   "It's so high..."

  Lorenzo sighed. Actually, thinking about it carefully, going there in person and facing Roger, it seemed that there was not much difference between sending him to death.

  K Lorenzo had to do this. In this case, he was the only person in the whole old town who was able to stop Roger.

  Lorenzo has always been deceitful, but when faced with the absolute suppression of power, all the tactics looked pale and weak. His brain was muddled, and soon he was about to reach the Broken Dome to face Roger.

  As for the next thing...Lorenzo didn't think about it, and he didn't know what to do.

  Along with the clouds and fog being broken through, several flares erupted from the war airship. They crossed the sky and fell into the shattered dome. The huge explosion lit up everything, and even the cold rain and fog were dispelled.

  Lorenzo loosened the steel cable and fell into the depths of the fire.

  ……

   "War... Airship."

  Percival raised his head. At this desperate moment, these iron whales swimming in the sea of ​​clouds finally arrived on the battlefield. After a short pause, more fire fell behind Percival, suppressing firepower.

  The broken dome is located on the top of the Dunling Tower. In order not to cause more damage, the war airship controlled the firepower and continuously launched warheads that looked like the spears of melting.

  The high-temperature metal cracked in mid-air, and the molten metal was evenly coated in the space behind the body. The temperature became extremely hot for a while, making it difficult for Percival to breathe.

  She wanted to escape, but at the edge of the tower, she had nowhere to go, she could only keep backing up until she came close to the edge of the sky.

  Looking down, under Percival's gaze, everything in the old Dunling seemed so small, they piled up together, and they continued to spread towards the end of the horizon until they could no longer be seen clearly.

  The crows flew and wailed.

  In the rising fire, a vague figure slowly stood up. He was living in the flames, and his body was covered with steel that was still flowing slowly.

  The dense iron armor completely envelops Roger, and there is a blazing fire surging through the gaps in the armor, like a blazing sun.

  He stepped forward, ignoring the attack from the war airship, and the cracked metal fell on him, which could only knock him back slightly, and could not cause him any harm at all.

  Absolute power rules everything. Roger is about to come to Percival's body. The hot temperature made Percival a little hard to breathe, and she soon felt another high temperature.

  Something is coming, from above the sky, it seems to be a falling blazing sun.

  The sharp scream suddenly rose and spread, destroying everyone’s hearing in an instant.

  Percival could only see a touch of blazing white distorted into a light track, which flashed by like thunder, burst in front of him, isolating Roger.

The sharp spiked sword floated with residual fire. It pierced through the layers of armor, pierced through the gaps, through the flesh and bones, until it leaked from Roger's back, and the blood evaporated before it dripped. The smell of blood echoed in it. .

   "Hello, Roger Cruz."

  The hoarse voice sounded, the same iron horse as Roger was condescending, he clenched the nail sword, and constantly exerted force, crushing Roger's body, through the body of the nail sword, went into the ground a little bit, and nailed him to death.

   "Lorenzo Holmos."

   A wicked smile rang out under the dark faceplate.

  Roger reached out and grabbed the nail sword that penetrated his body, squeezed it casually, and heard the sound of steel cracking.

  The high temperature passed by, and the blade that was broken in the body was not eliminated, but merged with the hideous armor, turning into a gray and black one. He danced the spikes, and Lorenzo was shaken and backed up.

  Without any help, Roger stood up distortedly and stared at Lorenzo.

  The calm lasted only for about a few seconds. The two collided again. The speed was so fast that Percival could not see their movements at all, and could only judge all this by the delayed roar and swaying fire.

  The sharp metal cut each other, the armor shattered and reorganized, and then collapsed again, overflowing with blood, and was evaporated before it landed...

  This is like a **** reincarnation that is repeated, and only one party can be completely defeated to stop it.

   Another sharp sound blasted through, and the two figures bounced away quickly. One of them rammed into the depths of the corridor, while the other stayed in place, standing among the fireworks.

  They seemed to have decided the victory and defeat. Percival looked into the sea of ​​fire, and saw that the man slowly turned around, and Percival's mind fell into the cold sea.

  The jet-black armor is full of broken spikes. They merge with the hard, all over the rugged armor, as if he were a monster with an arrow feather and a spear on his head.

   is Roger, Roger Cruz.

  Percival and Roger looked at each other. She backed away, but there was no way.

  The hook line threw it over, and it was nailed to Percival’s feet. She looked over. It was aid from the iron whale, and she grabbed the hook line.

   "See you next time, Percival."

  The sound floated in his ears, and Roger waved to Percival, making a trembling laugh.

  Roger did not continue pursuing. He watched Percival being taken away from the tower by the iron whale, while he turned and walked towards the deepest part of the sea of ​​fire, holding a spike in his hand, looking for Lorenzo's trace.

   "Lorenzo Holmos!"

  Roger shouted his name, his hands churning with spikes, and the mottled surface with scratches and dried blood stains, making long slender marks on the scarlet wall.

  He is going to kill Lorenzo and completely crush his arrogance.

   Turning his head abruptly, Roger looked at a wall and said loudly.

   "Are you here?"

  As he shouted, the wall cracked and the sharp spiked sword pierced fiercely.

  Roger had no intention of defensive at all, allowing it to hit the body and smash the armor, while he waved the spikes to replace the wounds, tearing a huge wound in Lorenzo's chest.

  Sure enough, it was still useless, Lorenzo fell aside, his arrival was only to find Roger a reluctantly decent opponent, it was too difficult to kill him.

  But...perhaps not so.

  The two figures quickly moved away from each other, and Lorenzo's figure was slightly embarrassed and stumbled to the ground.

  Lorenzo raised his head with difficulty in the ruins. He looked at the hideous figure in the sea of ​​fire. For some reason, he always felt that he was a little different from the first time he met Roger.

  At that time, Roger, wearing the holy silver armor, was so powerful and brought oppressive power, but now Lorenzo still has some ability to fight back.

   is not quite right.

  'S eyes tightened, Lorenzo saw that his attack was not ineffective, the dense armor was covered with tiny cracks, and there was blood overflowing under it.

  Roger is not as strong as before, or that he is restricted by something.

  He still has a little chance of winning, unable to kill Roger, but can knock him back.

   Then a huge sense of suspicion swallowed Lorenzo, what will happen if he repels this time? Roger will still make a comeback. Under such a war of attrition, Old Dunling will sooner or later become a paradise for demons, not to mention Roger's restrictions, is it true, or is it a flaw he deliberately released?

  The suspicion became more intense, and Lorenzo began to perceive all this wrong.

  There was a raging fire in the death jail, something was wrong, it was wrong at the beginning.

  On the wrong cornerstone, the tall buildings built are also inclined.

  For an instant, Lorenzo would forget the dispute before him, dominated by the huge void in his mind.

  He was about to touch the blank behind the hole, but he was blocked by some unknown force.

  Forget it, don’t think about it so much.

  Lorenzo stood up, his eyes lowered, he touched the angular thing in his arms, this was his last support, and it was also his trump card that could ignore all factors.

  This is like a grand gambling game, but as long as it is there, Lorenzo can go beyond the rules at any time and overturn the gambling table.

  The spikes in the sword bag were almost damaged. Lorenzo took out the last two and threw the sword bag into the fire on the side.

   Spikes spread along the sides of the body, like iron feathers spreading their wings.

  Lorenzo walked toward Roger, the secret blood broke through the threshold, and his body showed alienation.

  The intensity of erosion is constantly rising and spreading, and the clouds and mist are rolling, as if thunderstorms are gestating here.

   More and more complicated noises sounded around, as if a pack of wolves were running towards here, until the shadows began to wriggle and jumped out of the demon.

  Lorenzo gently dropped the nail sword, and the moment the blade touched, the flesh and blood were cut apart, and the fiery high temperature passed by, burning the demon into gray dust, falling and accumulating.

  He still has spare power and viable power to fight and fight.

The noise reached its peak, and more demons rushed out of the shadows. They were all personnel who had not had time to evacuate. Under the high-intensity erosion of Lorenzo and Roger, they were distorted and alienated into demons, and then rushed towards Lorenzo. , What is even more frightening is that the same blazing whiteness is rolling in the eyes of these monsters.

  Like Lawrence.

  So, is this Roger's real body right now?

  Lorenzo was puzzled. He had seen such power in Lawrence and eroded multiple targets on a large scale at the same time. Lorenzo also tried to drive the black angel in this way, but this puts great pressure on the will.

  Roger’s intensity is not as terrible as before, perhaps because of this reason, what Lorenzo sees right now is only one of his many carriers, the real him is still hiding in the old spirit.

  In this case, Lorenzo still has a chance of winning.

  He cannot kill the mighty Roger, but it is not impossible to destroy one of his many carriers.

  This is also the first frontal confrontation between Lorenzo and Roger. There is no anonymous assistance, nor the fire support of eliminating the organs. There is only one-on-one confrontation between himself and Roger.

  Blank.

  He no longer thinks about other things. He empties his brain, leaving only the instinct to fight.

  Lorenzo strode forward.

   Swing the nail sword and draw a round of blazing sun.

  (End of this chapter)