Ember Gun

  Chapter 663 Destiny and Responsibility

  "The Academy of Mechanical Engineering! The Academy of Mechanical Engineering! Wait! Where is the Academy of Mechanical Engineering?"

  Sao Liangxi screamed and ran wildly in the rain, but only halfway through the run did she realize that to this city, she was still a stranger, and she could not find a way out of Rhode.

"Come with me!"

  Eve said to her, and then waded forward, moving with difficulty.

  A few minutes ago, they all received a message from Lorenzo. During a large-scale [interval] communication, Lorenzo reported Roger's purpose to several people.

  His goal is death row, to destroy all hope in one fell swoop, and to completely paralyze and eliminate organs.

Eve doesn’t know how the battle is going, but she knows that if Roger wants to accomplish this goal, he must defeat the defense line of the Mechanical Academy all the way and attack along the pillar of the furnace. He may easily destroy the unlucky perpetual pump, or he may. All the way down to the death jail.

  The good news is that as the core area of ​​the cleansing mechanism, it is heavily guarded, even in the face of the tide of monsters, you can stop them with full confidence.

  The bad news is that this time they are no longer facing a wave of monsters, but Roger Cruz, whose body is on the battlefield.

Thinking of this, Eve's hands began to tremble. She knew very well Roger's strength, not to mention Roger, who appeared in the body, and the body that was soaked in the blood of endless time, how could she think it was more resistant to fighting than Lorenzo. too much.

  Now they are going to support the death row. Compared to support, this is more like sending death, but this is no way, Eve has to move forward, no matter what.

   "Roger... Cruze."

  Oscar held on to the damp wall. His gray beard was wet by the rain and hung strands on his face, looking like a tramp.

   "What's wrong! Oscar."

  Eve turned her head and asked concerned.

  The most outrageous among the few people is probably this third-rate writer. He thought he had no power to bind the chicken, but he couldn't cut off the monster.

  The others were probably deceived by Oscar's fierceness, but Eve did not. She knew very well that Oscar was just a mortal. On the battlefield of purgatory, Oscar, a mortal, has done a good job.

   "I'm okay...just panting."

  Oscar breathed, this strenuous physical exercise is indeed a burden to his elderly body.

   "I have to be old."

   Oscar complained, and then his expression was a little hesitant. Just as he was about to say something, Eve rushed ahead of him.

   "Stop it, Oscar, you should rest, let us continue."

   Eve persuaded that Oscar had been holding on, and she could see that this series of battles almost killed this lazy guy.

  Probably some kind of self-esteem is at work, Oscar kept silent and insisted.

"I……"

   "Don't say it, you have had too many failures in your life, this is also an ordinary failure, nothing."

  Eve comforted.

  Hearing this, Oscar looked a little disappointed, and then smiled reluctantly.

   "Indeed, reality is not a novel, and nothing can solve everything with a single anger."

  Oscar waved his hand.

   "It seems that Oscar Wilde's bizarre adventure has to stop writing first, you can continue."

  He limped with his sword.

"how about you?"

Eve is a little worried. She looks at Rod. Maybe Rod can stay with Oscar and at least take care of each other. This is no longer a familiar street, but a hunting ground full of crises. Although the line of defense has been stabilized again, No one knows if any demons will appear again.

   "Me? Don't worry, I can take care of myself."

  Oscar flicked a few sword flowers, splashing rain everywhere.

Looking at Rod, Oscar could notice Rod’s dodging gaze. He looked at himself a little expectantly, as if he was calling for help, but from time to time he peeped at Sora Creek, his expression was the same as Oscar’s just now. hesitate.

   "Hey! Rod."

   Oscar shouted suddenly.

   "What's wrong!" Rod was taken aback.

  "I think that this kind of thing, the right to choose is yours, but I also think that before making a choice, you tortured yourself, after that, whether you will regret it."

  Oscar looked at him with a smile, as if he had seen everything through.

   "Don't regret it?"

  Rod probably understood what Oscar meant, and he didn't even have time to be ashamed. He looked at Eve and then at Liangxi. The two of them fully understood what the two men were talking about.

   "I... shall we hurry up."

  Rod gritted his teeth and asked Eve.

"Can……"

  Eve wants to decline Rod, she thinks Rod should stay with Oscar, this guy is just a hapless translator, he is not suitable here.

  At this moment, Oscar strode forward and handed the long sword to Rhode.

   "Oh, warrior, I guess you will use this next."

  Oscar winked at Rod, and Rod only thought that Oscar might have some problems with his brain, but he still grabbed the hilt of the sword firmly and nodded vigorously.

  ……

   "Long time no see, Lorenzo."

  In the swaying carriage, Joey smiled at Lorenzo, but the smile on his pale face looked a little bleak.

  During the hardest time of the war, the scavengers still looked at the old Dunling and took everything in their hands.

   "Joy... I think I might need to slow down. It stands to reason that I should cheer for a while to celebrate your unlucky ghost is not dead, but seeing you here, I think you are not far away from the time of death."

Lorenzo's expression was slightly distorted. He wanted to show joy to Joey, but because of the detonation of [Wangchuan] on his body, the huge antimeme repeatedly ravaged Lorenzo's will, not to mention the previous. His will has just been invaded by Roger.

He only felt a headache, almost cracking, coupled with the trigger of antimemetic, those concealed memories were also exposed little by little, and the disguise of death prison was removed. Lorenzo realized the existence of mechanical descent. This The huge amount of information hit him for a while.

   "It's okay. In the scavengers, people like me have a special name. They call me the dead."

  Joy chatted, this is probably the last relaxing time. Armed Iron Snakes marched all the way, and before they arrived at the mechanical courtyard, they could all relive the past easily.

  "The dead?"

   "Well, especially for me, someone who should have died, but survived inexplicably."

  Listening to him, Lorenzo looked at Joey. He was wrapped tightly, only his face was exposed, and his expression was different from what he was familiar with, just like returning to a corpse.

  Lorenzo sighed, leaning back on the back of the chair, picked up a few Frodren potions, and injected himself while relaxing.

   "At least, I think Kestrel should be very happy. After that, he lost a long time...Speaking of which, this guy is working on the pump of perpetual motion."

   "Do you think we will meet again there?"

   "Resurrected from the dead, old friends meet again," Lorenzo muttered, "What a great story."

  "Farewell, that's not a good place to meet again," Joey looked down at the dirty ground, "just like here."

  None of the two spoke, Lorenzo looked at the monotonous scenery outside the window, the repeated rain and fog.

"Roger was hit by a frontal bombardment from [Wangchuan]. Although it is difficult to cause any serious damage to him, I think he has realized that we have such a high-strength antimemetic weapon, and he will become anxious and become anxious. disturbed.

  In the long years, he has become accustomed to using this absolute force to solve problems, coupled with the erosion of the unspeakable, and the threat of the secret Adron, he will only become more crazy, eager to destroy us. "

  Lorenzo spoke calmly.

   "This sounds terrible."

   "On the contrary, this is the effect I have always pursued," Lorenzo said. "Crazy enemies are not terrible, but sensible ones are."

  "Are you ready? Lorenzo." Joey asked.

  Lorenzo nodded, appearing extremely calm and calm. In the game with Roger, he not only proved his determination to Adren, but Lorenzo also proved himself once again.

  He is very happy, he still remembers his purpose, instead of becoming a monster like Roger,

   "It's so long..."

  Lorenzo whispered.

  ……

   "Get into action! Keep all the passages!"

The    command echoed through the broadcast in the mechanical courtyard, and the same sound echoed in the pillar of the furnace, the pump of perpetual motion, wherever there might be people.

  Thanks to the preparations for death row, most of the technicians remaining in the mechanical courtyard are now combat personnel, and most of the technicians have been evacuated in advance, and only a small part of the technicians are left to ensure the operation of the system.

  After receiving Lorenzo’s message, everyone knew that this place would be the final battlefield, but there was no fear, and it might be that they were numb and could not feel anything.

  "Zuozhen, that **** guy is coming, what should you do with an anonymous name!"

  Merlin yelled into the communicator.

  At this moment, Merlin is in the pump of perpetual motion, and behind him stands a Kestrel holding a weapon.

  Different from the anxious Merlin, the Kestrel's expression was calm, a bit like the peace before a person was about to die, and it looked like a trance after being hit by a huge impact.

Kestrel’s inner pressure was extremely high during the initial deployment of personnel. With his understanding of the cleaning agency, an elite employee like himself with excellent qualifications, able to fight and run, both civil and military, cheap and easy-to-use, must be lost. The fate of the front line fights head-on with the demons.

For this reason, the Kestrel wrote several pages of wills this time. The crooked handwriting was interspersed with various bad words. In addition to reminiscing about life, thanking for the good, and distributing his own inheritance-referring to the trustee to the Haibod Post novel, It is to accuse this damned black heart group.

  After the results were deployed, who ever thought that the Kestrel was not sent to the front line, but to protect Merlin.

   Seeing this, Kestrel immediately tore off a few pages of the long will, tears in his eyes, thanking the organization, thinking that he had worked hard for many years, and finally transformed these cold-hearted guys.

  Yes, you don’t need to participate in this war too much. You must know that the perpetual pump can be regarded as the core area of ​​the cleansing mechanism, the so-called big rear. If it is not safe here, there is no place to be safe.

  Kestrel has thought about it, he will stay here leisurely, waiting for Lorenzo to save the world, or others to save the world, anyway, this has nothing to do with him.

  Relaxed, comfortable...He was still at ease a few minutes ago, but everything changed with Lorenzo's message.

  Roger Cruz is heading to the Mechanical Academy, his purpose is very clear, is to attack the death row.

  Kestrel guessed that while he didn’t mind destroying the death row, he also destroyed the perpetual pump by the way, so this safest place became the core of the battlefield.

"what……"

The Kestrel was completely sluggish. When chatting with Lorenzo before, he boasted that he was a lucky Kestrel. Although every time he worked, he looked like his life, but every time Kestrel was lucky. Survived.

  He also doesn't know if he is lucky or unlucky, but now it seems that all of this will be verified in the near future.

  Meiling didn't care too much about the Kestrel's outrageous inner drama, he yelled at the communicator and questioned the stranger from Jiuxia.

   "Don't worry, Merlin, everything is under control... at least I feel like this."

  Walking in the dense iron forest in Zuozhen, where the light is dim, and there are dense pipes everywhere, covered with dust and rust. It seems that after the construction is completed, no one has come.

   "You said you are in control?"

  Merlin’s roar sounded in the communicator.

  "Yes, please believe us, Merlin, I am not good at defending, but you have also seen my actions. I stay at the top of the death row. If I want to die, I will die first.

  Although I think life is very nihilistic, it is also a very expensive price for you. "

  Zuozhen stopped and looked down.

It was a huge circular gate that was level with the ground. The dust on it was piled up with a thick layer, completely concealing its original appearance. As for the internal mechanical structure, I am afraid that it will rust and die one by one during this long time. It is not clear whether aging has begun.

It divided the Pillar of the Furnace into two sections. Now the area where Zuozhen is located is a manual maintenance area, and the lower area is a deep area that almost no one has ever visited. According to the explanations of the technicians, there is a dump of waste from the Pillar of the Furnace. The place is where the death row is now.

  Countless anonymous people wandered among them, erecting various weapons. It can be said that they are now guarding the gate to the death row.

"you……"

  In the communicator, Merlin's voice became much calmer, probably he did not expect that Zuo Zhen would say such a thing.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I just realized something. Only the experienced Anonymous will find the loopholes," Zuo Zhen smiled. "After all, you haven't experienced antimemetic coverage many times. Memories are something like our Anonymous. Unreliable."

   "What loophole?"

   "I can't say, if I do, once you are invaded by Roger, then Roger will know too."

"how about you?"

  Mei Lin just wanted to say something, but he suddenly realized the meaning of Zuozhen's sentence. The thing that Mei Lin had been confused about was answered, followed by fear and...awe.

  He paused, and the channel was silent.

   "Yes, that's it, it's the last moment, Merlin, it's better to talk about something else."

  Zuo Zhen continued, and after a while the voice sounded.

   "Old Dunling's Geiger index is still soaring, so even if we win the war, we will only get the ruins of a place. I am now going to the central control room."

  "Are you going to put all antimemes into the pillar of the furnace? A good decision, they will continue to overflow, follow the huge system, and spread throughout the city." Zuo Zhen said.

   "Well, I don't know what effect this can have on the situation, but this is no way," Merlin cursed, "I'm just a researcher, this is the only thing I can do."

  "Goodbye, Merlin, very..."

  Zuozhen said simply, without any muddles, but his farewell could not be said. There was a loud noise in the channel, and the high-intensity erosion had spread here, affecting communications.

  This thing is no longer useful. Zuo Zhen threw the communicator into the darkness below. He drew out the jackknife and raised his head, as if he could see the clear and beautiful sky through the layers of obstacles.

   "Ah... what a good plan, Holmes."

  Zuo Zhen smiled. Although he did not know the full picture of the plan, he also guessed some of them through these loopholes and clues, and also guessed his own destiny and responsibilities.

  He was not afraid, nor worried, because Zuo Zhen knew very well that this was the choice he made himself, but he had forgotten it.

  (End of this chapter)