Ember Gun

  Chapter 658 Savior

   Flesh and metal collide with each other, tearing off large pieces of scarlet and broken iron.

  This is like the battlefield where the cavalry was hedged a hundred years ago. Everyone has no retreat. On this narrow road, fight to death and death.

  The original sin armor strode forward, and the armor used to cover the heavy rain fell down and used as a shield to protect the body, but soon it became dented and uneven, and then torn into pieces by countless cracks.

  The sharp pointed claws hit the armor, splashing dazzling fire, and piercing screams.

  The voice was so sharp, it cut the eardrum like a sharp knife. Soon after Gawain's left ear, blood was spilled, and his hearing began to blur, and finally there was only peace.

   "Ah...ha..."

  He panted, losing the protection of his helmet, and the constant beating rain obscured his vision. Gawain opened his eyes diligently, and all he saw was blurry.

  I can't see the enemy, nor can I see the teammates, only the dazzling firelight is burning.

  The big sword lifted the demon, stirred vigorously, and completely shredded its internal organs and bones, and then the original sin armor grabbed the demon's corpse and carried it forcefully, setting it up like a shield.

  Soon the corpse was crushed by sharp claws, but on this **** battlefield, the most indispensable was the corpse.

  A large number of corpses fall down every step of Gaowen. For him, there are weapons stuck on the ground everywhere, as long as he keeps discarding and picking them up.

   Then at a certain moment, after not knowing how many times it was smashed.

  The sharp claws penetrated the corpse, cutting off with the steel underneath.

  Gawain only felt blank for a moment, followed by intense pain, and the entire left arm of the original sin armor was brutally torn off along with the erected corpse.

  It is reasonable to say that it will not be so fragile, but under this high-intensity battle, no matter how strong the steel is, it will become scarred.

"Is it tasty?"

   Gao Wen asked blankly.

  I saw the demon biting the severed arm of the original sin armor, squeezing it hard, and the machine was crushed, squeezing out bursts of bright red.

  That is the arm that was severed together.

   Gao Wen had already made such preparations in his heart. After all, he was an enemy of a monster. It is normal to lack arms and legs, but he might be completely numb. There was no fluctuation in his heart.

   turned to swing his big sword and split the demon in half.

  The crooked metal structure was also sunken when the arm was cut, and they penetrated deeply into Gawain's body.

  In this case, this kind of injury is fatal. Even if a doctor is there, Gawain cannot be saved. His body has been firmly locked in the armor. It protects and imprisons himself.

  Gawain can feel the erosion from the armor of original sin. This is a battlefield full of evil, giving it the perfect hotbed. He can even hear the slight noise of his own flesh and blood under the armor...

   Strangely, Gawain is not afraid.

  He stubbornly swung his big sword, hoping to make his final contribution before he lost too much blood and died.

  The defensive line was regrouped, and then it was pushed forward, and when it encountered a counterattack, it would defeat it, and then move forward again...

   "I will keep my way..."

The murmur of    echoed in the battlefield, like a ghost, unwilling to disperse for a long time.

  The scarlet and hideous figure moved forward slowly. It was completely broken and its complicated mechanical structure was exposed. Broken limbs and flesh and blood were hung on the curved metal. The pieces of meat were piled up in the gap, as if they were entangled by scarlet vines.

  The figure stubbornly moved forward, the mechanical arm turned slowly like rusty dead, it inserted the same broken sword, penetrated the head of the demon, and destroyed the heart in its chest.

  Everything seemed to be silent, only the monotonous rain was left, and the disturbing roar finally stopped.

  The eyes are scarlet, and they are filled with tired souls.

  When Gawain recovered, the battle seemed to be over.

  The broken armor of original sin stood on countless corpses, it became scattered, all the armor was removed, and the broken cables fell down, like blood-stained internal organs.

  It should have fallen, but still holding the broken sword, like a cast iron statue, it did not fall down anyway.

"has it ended?"

   Gawain asked in a low voice, but no one responded to his question, and even the enemy stopped roaring.

  He turned his head in doubt, and in his blurred vision, he saw intertwined corpses, some of which were humans, and some were demons.

  Gawain also saw the anonymous name he had talked with before. He leaned back against the wall and fell in the corner, holding a blood-stained jackknife in his arms.

  Anonymous seems to be resting, his expression is very calm, if he does not see the huge wound on his chest, Gawain even thinks he is sleeping.

  Gawain is not sad. Excessive blood loss has made it difficult for him to continue thinking about complex things. Even the original sin armor can't do it.

  Now that this armor has reached its limit, the roaring engine stopped not long ago, and only a faint steam escapes, as if the soul is escaping from this body.

  There was a shadow over him, and the heavy rain was also obscured. Gawain saw the hideous armor close in front of him, and the fissure of steel was burning with a white afterglow.

   "Holmos?" Gawain asked, then smiled ugly, "You're late, it looks like it's over here."

  The flame bearer nodded and galloped all the way. It had already peered at the entire battlefield from a high altitude.

The scarlet of blood spread across the entire street, and the corpses piled up high walls. Gawain not only regained the line of defense, but even pushed it back a lot, and even all the demons were crushed under the steel and sank. In the standing water.

  【Sorry, I'm late. 】

  The voice rang in Gawain's mind. The flame bearer was already very fast, but after all, it was just an original sin armor, and it could do very little.

   "Sorry what? I'm sorry you didn't come to save us?"

  Hearing this, Gao Wen said disdainfully.

   "Who do you think you are, Holmes, the savior?"

   Gao Wen was embarrassed, but he was still arrogant. He had always been this kind of person, just like falling into the mud, he had to stand up.

  The flame bearer did not speak, and on the steel visor, there was no expression at all. It spread out its rugged wings, and its wings were like dense sword forests, covering the heavy rain and wind.

  "Don't put these irrelevant responsibilities on yourself, Holmos, we don't need you to save us, we are soldiers, soldiers!"

   Gawain said stubbornly.

   "There are no gods and no demons. Some are just humans. Only humans can rely on themselves."

  Gawain's eyes are dim, he hasn't felt this way for a long time, he just feels very relaxed and relieved.

  "It’s not that human dignity cannot be continued without Holmes’ rescue."

  【I...I get it. 】

  This answer sounded in his mind, and Gao Wen smiled.

   "Yes, just like that, you are also a human being, a soldier, not a savior. You can't save everyone."

  Gawain wanted to stretch out his hand, but the remaining right arm was completely mixed with the metal and could not move.

   "This is not one person's saving the world, Lorenzo Holmos."

  This is Gawain’s last words, his eyes dimmed completely, and he merged with the heavy rain.

  The flame bearer watched for a long time, and his gaze swept across the scarlet battlefield. Countless unknown corpses fell here. They were all soldiers and saviors.

  The fireworks scrolled, the next moment the tail of the flame bearer ignited a raging fire, the fuel tank burned, and it was pushed up hard, and the wings spread out like a double sword that slashed.

  The flame bearer has no spare time to mourn for Gao Wen. The battle here is over, but it does not mean that other places are also over.

  It can perceive those surging erosions, and now they are like light spots, clearly reflecting in front of the eyes.

   is getting hotter and hotter.

  As if there is an invisible storm gathering, it does not hide its existence, and sends an invitation to the flame holder.

  【Goodbye, Gao Wen. 】

  The voice echoed in the silent mind, and the flame bearer passed the towering, statue-like corpses and walked towards the center of the storm.

  ...

   "The husband and wife reunited, so happy."

In the refuge hall, Oscar was sitting in the corner, watching Buscarlo’s reunion with his wife and daughter from a distance. Perhaps after a few demon beheads were chopped off, this guy really made a change. He appeared to be more than usual. Much more confident.

  Courage, self-confidence, and decisiveness, from the perspective of Buscarlo’s wife, this bald beer belly guy is almost alive again.

   Freshman.

  For Buscarlo, this is indeed a freshman. If you think about it carefully, he doesn't think anyone's experience will be as bizarre as his own.

  "Are you envious?"

   Eve leaned on the other side and asked, she was also exhausted, and only hoped that she could save enough energy before the next unexpected event arrived.

  "Do you think I would envy this kind of thing?"

  As if to hide something, Oscar's voice rose up.

  Eve stared at him intently.

   "Okay, okay, okay, people are always obsessed with things they don't have."

  Oscar waved his hand, only to send the girl away as soon as possible.

   "Then why do you say this is a tomb or something?"

  Eve is very curious, she thinks Oscar is a very interesting person, interesting people can't help but want to know.

   "If you can't get it, but you are greedy, you can only lie to yourself. This is not a good thing."

   Oscar said frankly.

   Picking up the mottled long sword, he rolled up the wet cuffs and rubbed the blade hard to remove the stains on it.

   "It seems that Buscarlo's story ends here."

  Oscar is a little melancholy,

   "What's wrong?" Eve asked.

  "Don’t you think that his current state is like the finale of the story? The unlucky ghost finally returned to his family, enjoying peace under the heavy rain..."

   Oscar mumbled, and stood up with difficulty holding a long sword.

  "This is a good story. It's good to end it here. Only a poor author would think about writing a sequel to it."

  Oscar turned his head, looked at Eve, and said to her.

   "We should go now."

  In the distance, Liangliangxi and Luode had been waiting for a long time. After a simple preparation, Liangliangxi was fully armed again. She held a folding knife and looked eager to try.

  Eve crossed the crowds, and just before walking out of the hall, she glanced from a distance.

  Buscarlo's figure has become blurred. She saw the busy Pres among the people walking through. He didn't have time to ask Eve all kinds of things. As the war burned, he nervously maintained order.

   "Indeed, not bad."

  Eve said, and left the hall with the others.

Buscalo in the crowd awoke from ecstasy. He was holding his child and talking with his wife. He still wanted to talk to her about the thrilling stories along the way, and introduce her to his own Weird friends.

  Kobuscalo turned around, only to find that there was no one there, as if it had never existed.

  ...

   "Now that the demon hasn't pushed over yet, I can understand it as, did Gao Wen defend the line of defense?"

  Eve stood in the shadow, avoiding the rainstorm.

  It can be seen that there are riot suppressors who are constantly walking towards the front line, and there is no knowing when, there is a lot of gunfire missing, as if the battle has stopped.

   "I don't know, communication is still being interfered."

  Sao Liangxi tapped the communicator hard, but there was still a noisy sound inside, and no one responded.

   "Then what should we do? Hide here, or..."

   Rod asked tentatively, among the few people, he has the least right to speak, and is also the weakest mortal, but because of his work and the requirements of Liang Xi, he had to live and die with these people.

  This feels terrible, Rod never thought he could have such an experience in his life.

   "Perhaps... do you feel it?"

  Oscar just wanted to say something, but he was keenly aware of what, that kind of disgust from the depths of the soul.

  He looked nervous, grabbed the long sword and tried to slash it, but Oscar couldn't find the enemy.

  Not only him, other people also felt the same feeling at the moment when Oscar told them, the kind of being pulled by something, it stretched out its fangs and claws, trying to pull the soul away from the weak body.

   "A monster?"

   Eve asked, this situation is not unexpected, no matter how close the defense line is, there will still be demons who will pass by in a fierce battle.

   "No... it's something worse than a monster."

  Sao Liangxi realized the problem. She looked under the rain and fog. A riot suppressor was walking slowly towards this place. He was obviously a protector, but at this moment everyone could perceive the darkness hidden under the armor.

  The rioters raised their guns towards them.

   "It's Luo..."

  Sao Liangxi yelled, but her voice was not over, and her words were covered by a more bursting voice.

I only felt a scorching stream of fire passing by. Amid the roaring sound, a piece of iron feather with fireworks hit the riot suppressor and directly penetrated its gun arm. The next moment the flame bearer descended from the sky, the sharp iron feather Cross slashing, like a thousand swung sharp blades.

  【Yo! Holmes. 】

  Evil voice echoed in everyone's ears.

  【I wanted to defeat your core in one fell swoop, but ah, I still want to see you first. 】

  The scarlet flesh and blood overflowed from under the armor of the riot suppressor, growing wildly like vines, and entangled the iron feathers of the flame bearer in a blink of an eye.

  【After all, you are carrying it. 】

  At the end of the storm, Roger's eyes turned into blazing flames. He strode towards the heavily armed mechanical courtyard, while at the same time manipulating his body and swinging his sword at the flame holder.

  Under the same rain and fog, Lorenzo sat in the shadows, with pure white in his pupils, his expression grim, and he held [Final Echo] in his hands.

  Shao Liangye stood by and guarded him, looking at him a little worried.

   "Lorenzo..."

  (End of this chapter)