Ember Gun

  Chapter 632 Stars fall from the sky

  Pale white fireworks are burning, and two different sounds are undulating in the gray ruins.

Roger gasped, clutching the hideous wound on his chest. The big sword almost tore half of his body. The bones and internal organs were burned in the fire, but the undead flesh and blood continued to grow stubbornly, pulled and healed. write.

  His vision was stained red with blood and became blurred. He couldn't see the road ahead, but he could still feel Lorenzo's rising erosion intensity. In order to kill the devil, he finally stepped into the darkness.

  Just go forward a few minutes, get closer...

  Roger smiled, and he would let Lorenzo see the greatest existence in the world.

But soon, the approaching sound interrupted Roger's thoughts. The sound was very complicated, the sound of fireworks burning, the sound of metal dragging on the ground, and the deep gasping, and the wolves could be faintly heard panting. Barking, as if a hungry wolf crawled out of the shadows.

  He stood up with the spikes, his figure still shaking, but Roger could continue.

As Lorenzo speculated, this body is only a temporary carrier for Roger. Under the dominance of consciousness, the degree of alienation of this body is far less powerful than that of the body, and this has become his limitation. As for the real Roger Where are you...

   "You look good now, Holmes."

  Roger wiped his face and saw Lorenzo who was like a beast clearly. Today, he looks no different from a monster, like a black wolf with armor on his head, chasing prey in the blood.

  In the next second, Roger's smiling face froze in place, and the delayed explosion slowly entered his ears.

  The black wolf grasped the big sword tightly, smashed the ground with both legs and one foot, fast, like a meteor, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of him with a serious murderous intent.

   The majestic death breath caught Roger in an instant. He hadn't felt this way for a long time. He immediately made a move to avoid the feeling of being stared at by death.

  Lorenzo exhausted his full strength with this sword. The moment the sword was released, he could no longer change the direction of the blade. As long as he avoided the fatal slash at this time, Roger could continue to fight back.

But he didn't know that in Lorenzo's field of vision, Roger had already made a move. One Roger was standing on the spot, and the other Roger had already started the action. He dodged to one side, and at the same time, he was growing up with iron armor. Wrap the unhealed wound layer by layer.

  The illusory vision dissipated, and the real world began to move.

  The big sword split through the heat waves, and Roger also evaded as expected.

In   's eyes, Lorenzo fell to his side with a mighty force. Roger successfully dodged the attack, but suddenly there was a sharper whistling wind.

The big sword should have been cut deep under the ground with great power and inertia, but under Lorenzo's control, its power was twisted strongly by the arm, so Lorenzo's arm made a trembling sound. , Muscles broke, bones shattered, but also relying on these sacrifices, the big sword was swayed for a huge half-moon, sweeping the smoke and dust of fireworks, cutting all around into a vacuum.

  Meteor is coming, the sword will eliminate evil.

  The iron armor was smashed before it could be completely covered, and the broken hard substance pierced into the flesh and blood.

  The gushing blood was torn by high-speed slashes into countless tiny droplets, and these scarlet blood droplets densely formed a thin blood mist. The high temperature passed by, evaporating all this into nothingness.

   "Hall..."

  Roger’s words have not yet been spoken. After a short delay, the huge and hideous wound split from the broken armor on his chest.

  The big sword cut open his chest, and the wound spread along the left shoulder to the right side of the waist and abdomen, continuing to expand the previous injury, losing the support of bones and muscles, and his upper body leaned back weakly.

Under the threat of death, scarlet tentacles danced up, trying to weave the wound, but in a short time, Roger could not do this with the carrier at hand, so he could only regain his activities under the entanglement. The ability, but at this moment, Lorenzo's second sword attack is already ready to go.

   is too slow, everything seems too slow.

The whole world loses its color in Lorenzo’s eyes, and everything is attached to white fireworks. However, due to the dim light in the near and far, the brightness of the fireworks burning on it is also different, and it is caused by these gray, white and black. , The blazing world is being constructed along him.

  Lorenzo could see Roger's struggle. He started with this body and made different movements. The burning figure disappeared one by one, leaving only the correct one in the end.

   is so clear and so fast, so is this what Lawrence could see in the first place? It is no wonder that he has no power to defend himself in front of him.

Lorenzo's broken and twisted arm was oozing blood. Unlike Roger, Lorenzo has not yet touched the authority named Yanar. His own self-healing ability is still limited. For this reason, more heavy armor proliferates. It covers the arm tightly like a fixed plaster.

The swinging sword slashed into the ground and stopped steadily. Then Lorenzo's injured right arm loosened the hilt. He quickly turned around, grabbed the sword with his left arm, and swung the sword again while turning around. .

  The big sword was lifted up straight, and then fell down, like a guillotine of judgment.

In the loud roar of   , the fireworks and smoke dispersed, and the gray vision reached its limit and disappeared. The world in Lorenzo's eyes changed back to a colorful look, and then the ground under his feet began to shake and collapse.

  After the two monsters fought one after another, the solid broken dome was no longer able to support all of this. In the burning of the fire, it began to collapse.

  The ground under his feet sank, and even Lorenzo and Roger were sunk in the smoke and dust.

  Lorenzo lost Roger’s vision, but he could feel the strong erosion still lingering around him. He was not dead yet.

The two fell to the next level. Before panting, Lorenzo swung his sword again to disperse the smoke and dust around him. Then he saw Roger staggering. He did not escape, but stood beside Lorenzo. Not far away.

  The huge trauma in his chest is a bit hard to heal. You can see countless tentacles flying, as if his chest has become a huge savage mouthpart, ready to eat his life.

   "You have gone one step further, Holmes."

  Roger's voice was hoarse, and Lorenzo almost cut off his spine with that sword.

  "But what happened after that? You have to know that this is not my full strength. What should you do then? Will you make more compromises toward the dark?"

  He laughed loudly, and Lorenzo’s behavior once again proved the correctness of sublimation. Before this power beyond imagination, all humans can do is adapt.

  Lorenzo did not respond. In the dissipated smoke and dust, the dark wolf dragged the big sword, and fireworks rose under the twisted faceplate, as if staring at Roger with scorching eyes.

  Roger stepped away. In the next instant, the two figures twisted into rapid black shadows, continuing to expand the scope of the battle, turning the burning broken dome into a **** battlefield.

He has realized Lorenzo’s new power, and there is such an extraordinary power that can make such accurate predictions, but in the same way, this power has corresponding flaws, and there will be a gap between the two predictions. During this period of vacuum, Lorenzo could only fight by instinct.

  Heavy metals slammed together again, Lorenzo's sword attack was blocked, Roger smiled, but immediately after the protruding kick, he slammed on Roger's body and kicked him into the air.

  He smashed the ceiling and continued to move upwards. At this moment, Lorenzo grasped the big sword with both hands, swung it vigorously, and threw it like a spear piercing the sky.

The double impact pushed Roger until he smashed the last barrier. The lead-grey sky came into view. The wind and cold rain were intertwined. He fell heavily on the dome, and the big sword began to fall, sticking in the distance. Not far from him.

  Roger just stood up, and immediately after a sharp claw grabbed the damaged edge, Lorenzo climbed up along the road opened by the battle.

  He arched his body, like a crazy beast, Lorenzo walked slowly and grabbed the big sword again.

  Roger was teetering with blood.

  A golden light enveloped them, Lorenzo and Roger couldn't help stopping their movements, raising their heads, as if something was burning between the clouds, and then fell.

  The stars are about to fall.

  Dozens of molten spears cracked and burned in mid-air, baptizing evenly on the dome.

  The iron whale hovered in the surrounding clouds and mist. After the two were exposed to their vision, they also began to suppress firepower, and the sky of fire light shot and killed indiscriminately.

  The fire and the rain of iron washed away, the burning fragments nailed to the feet, crashed on the armor, and then bounced off. The two ignored the unexpected noises and stepped forward again and walked towards each other.

  They were very close, their swords were drawn, and the moment they fought each other, the invisible impact spread and bombarded their minds.

  This time the influence directly penetrated through the armor and flesh and blood, hitting the consciousness hard.

   "Yo! It's a hit!"

The old voice sounded from the gusty wind. Lorenzo raised his head and looked from a distance. There was more than one iron whale surrounded here. At some point, another iron whale had approached the dome and the hatch opened. , You can see Zuo Zhen, with a safety rope wrapped around his body, erecting a gun.

  After Lorenzo’s delay, the unknowns finally arrived on the battlefield. The ammunition protected by antimemetics was poured into the dome, and the invisible roar was mixed with cold metal, which further disturbed Lorenzo and Roger.

  The cognition was slightly shaken, as if the soul was expelled from the body, but Lorenzo soon recovered.

  Roger is restricted by the carrier, so he will be affected more than himself, which undoubtedly increases his chances of winning again.

  The time has come for a decisive victory.

  Lorenzo took up the great sword and flew away.

  ...

   "So who is Lorenzo and Roger?"

  In such a terrible situation, Zuo Zhen didn't seem to be nervous, with a relaxed smile on his face, pointing to the two killed and asking about their identity.

   "I...I don't know too much."

Gawain at the side of    also seemed a little hesitant, two monsters fighting hard, covered by heavy armor, it was difficult to distinguish.

   "Forget it, it doesn't matter, the two of them are too close, no matter how precise antimemetic strikes, they will affect the two together."

  Zuo Zhen was talking about filling up his gun. This exquisite gun is quite artistic. Even the firing is only a single shot and must be reloaded after shooting.

   "The right sword, with the right sheath, don't you say yes, falling star."

  He aimed at the target and whispered to the gun.

   Pulling the trigger, the echoing voice was shattered by torn gunfire, and an unpredictable bullet track extended, connecting the muzzle and the target.

  Lorenzo's eyes once again burned the gray world, he ignored the rain of fire, and only Roger stayed in place.

  He saw it.

  Roger has no extra moves. He is exhausted and stays in place, not knowing how to fight against Lorenzo. He is trying to avoid Lorenzo's prediction in this way.

  But at the end of the prediction, Lorenzo saw it within a few seconds.

  Roger’s armor was shattered and bloody. He seemed to have been hit by an extremely strong antimemetic weapon. All defenses collapsed in an instant, and this moment of collapse would be his weakest moment.

   "Yes, that's it, Holmes."

  Roger roared loudly. At the moment Lorenzo was approaching, he pierced the spike, but Lorenzo suddenly stopped in front of Roger when the offensive reached its peak.

  Charge, wave, and drop.

The big sword slashed from top to bottom, cutting with the spikes and the arm it was holding. The blood was dripping, and the big sword drove into the ground. Then Lorenzo used the big sword as a fulcrum and lifted his body abruptly. Leap high.

   rotates and rises, and a pure white sun is drawn on the edge of the blade.

  Roger raised his other hand and wrapped it in a sturdy hard mass, forming a buckler-like arm armor, but in this second, the arm armor shattered.

The thread of death connected the arm armor with Zuozhen’s muzzle, and the carrier carrying antimemetic hits Roger. The fragile metal bullet failed to penetrate Roger’s armor, but at this moment a huge amount of antimemetic was lost. Detonate and spread.

  In an instant, the strong iron armor fell apart, and the healing flesh and blood was terminated at this moment. Among the shattered iron, fragile and dying flesh and blood could be seen.

  The influence of antimemetic is still spreading, acting on Lorenzo's body, and also stripping off his armor.

  But this is enough.

  The falling blade was unstoppable, and Roger's defense was shattered. In the rapid stripping, the great sword fell viciously, cutting off the head and spine, and cutting off the entire body.

The head flew high, and the falling hard masses could see Roger’s slightly surprised expression. He tried to fight back, but there was no chance. Under the influence of antimemetic, the eroding force was constantly being eroded. suppress.

   Scarlet eyes turned, he looked at Zuo Zhen, and Zuo Zhen also saw him.

   "What a tricky enemy."

  Zuo Zhen sighed lightly and pulled the trigger again.

  The bullet fell, knocking the head into an indistinguishable blood stain, mixed with the continuous cold rain, and fell towards the tower.

At the same time, with a slight tremor, Zuo Zhen slowly got up, only hearing a crisp sound, the holy silver crown on his head was full of cracks, then shattered and fell to the ground. He touched his nose. Found blood in his hands.

  He knew very well what happened at that moment, but Zuo Zhen didn't have the slightest fear. He still looked at the top of the burning tower with a smile on his face.

  Lorenzo was holding the broken sword, and the armor on his body was slowly cracking. The blood was washed away by the cold rain. He was dead, motionless.

  (End of this chapter)