Ember Gun

  Chapter 664 Heroes

  The original wish...what did it come from?

  Roger thought hard, but over the long years, the proportion of that period of time was so small that it would have been forgotten if it weren’t for Lorenzo’s words.

  Stepping forward wearily, he was thinking, what is that coming from.

  The moment that changed one's life.

Gradually, Roger seemed to think back to that day. From the time he remembered, he lived under the gloomy steel sky. He wanted to leave many times. He wanted to see the outside world and read the description in the book. exist.

  But those secret guards who looked like monsters stopped him one after another, warning him that the outside world had been destroyed, and all that was left was ruined walls.

It was a desolate and dilapidated world. There is no need to explore and explore. All Roger needs to do is to work with the secretaries to maintain this huge library, which records the various glories of mankind, and then embraces such glories, Die in the silence.

  Roger was very scared at the time, but he was not worried that he would become an inhumane monster like the Secret Guardian. He just thought that he would spend the rest of his life here, and he felt very sad.

until……

  Until one day, the closed door was opened.

   "It's actually been so long."

  Roger stopped and muttered in a low voice.

His eyes looked a little confused, half of his face was completely split apart, and the skin that fell off was not scarlet flesh and blood, but deep darkness, as if his flesh, bones and even internal organs were all eaten away by darkness at some point. Exhausted, all that is left now is a leather bag and a pottery doll.

  There are more and more fine cracks. With the expansion of the cracks, the darkness in it seems to be substantial, constantly overflowing, and you can clearly see the surging of black particles, which gather into smoke and slowly spread.

  Amidst this disturbing depth, a peaceful sound of sleep reverberated, and scarlet lines opened from time to time, turning into red-colored hundred eyes.

   "When did I become like this?"

  Roger's thoughts gradually stiffened. Looking around, there were corpses and ruins everywhere. The defense line of the mechanical courtyard was easily overcome, and the huge industrial area was full of fallen iron skeletons.

  Some are large-scale machinery that has long been abandoned, and some are the armor of original sin that fell not long ago.

At this moment, the shocking sound of cannons continued, but most of them did not reach Roger's ears. He was walking forward as if thinking, and then thousands of horses galloped behind him, and the demons stretched their teeth and danced their claws and ran over. The corpse, running over the steel, roared towards the fire-burning mechanical courtyard.

  "Is this what I want to do? Or is it a choice that can only be made under the interference of the unspeakable?"

  Roger thought deeply, but no matter how much he thinks, it is difficult to come up with an answer.

  He has no extra choices, even if he has a completely different answer, Roger will not give up all of this.

  It may be for your own reasons, or it may be the reason for being secretly controlled by the unspeakable...

   "Anyway, I can't stop anymore, Adron."

  Roger said to himself.

The fire was scattered, and the monsters advanced like a tide, swallowing the guards of the original sin armor and the soldiers one by one. The fortifications were constantly collapsing. Every time an explosion sounded, a large number of corpses would be set off, but with every death, there would be more The demon filled the vacancy and moved on.

There are more and more fine cracks, Roger's face is like a broken mask, more and more pieces are falling off, and the speed is increasing. The darkness gradually devours most of his face, leaving only a confused left eye. , Looking at the water wearily.

  He stared at himself.

   "Perhaps what you said is right."

  This is like a self-confession, or confession, Roger can't distinguish this kind of thing anymore. He only feels that his thoughts are getting heavier and heavier, but correspondingly, his power is also rising.

  The last time Roger was so powerful, he was still before stepping into the well of sublimation, and since then, everything has changed.

"I am a sad idealist, unwilling to be reconciled to the cruel reality, but I don’t have any ability or method to completely change it and solve it perfectly. I become more radical and crazy, blindly and stubbornly identifying a person who doesn’t know whether Correct answer."

  Roger can no longer stop. He has paid so much price, so many sacrifices, and killed so many people. He has no reason to stop and no time to reflect on himself.

   even said that Roger did not dare to think in those directions. To do so would undoubtedly deny himself, denying all the deaths and disasters he had brought over the years.

  So what is oneself?

  All he can do is to keep moving forward, believing in his own path blindly and stubbornly, until he is completely destroyed on this path.

   "We'll see you at the end of the road, Adron."

  The last fragments also fell off, and the pure darkness occupied all of Roger.

   Suddenly, he remembered the judgment that Adron had made of him. He said that he was a coward. At that time, Roger didn't understand why he had to say that, and he was still angrily retorting it at the time.

  Now it seems that Roger somewhat understands.

  He is really a coward, and all he can do is blindly stubborn, not daring to make changes, not even thinking about it.

   gave up all thinking, like walking dead.

  ……

   "Run! Kestrel! Run!"

  Merlin ran wildly in the corridor. With Roger's arrival, the vibrations continued, and the lights continued to flicker.

  As he ran, he yelled at the Kestrel behind him, urging the passive guy.

   "I'm running! I'm running!"

   Kestrel yelled, his mood is no longer awful.

  Holding a firearm and a pocket knife hanging from his waist.

  At this moment, he is fully armed, but when he thinks of the mighty enemies he might encounter next, Kestrel feels that he is vulnerable.

A mere mortal, able to slay a few demons, Kestrel thinks he is already a so-called hero, but next he might face Roger Cruz, the kind that even Lorenzo can’t confront. The formidable enemy, no matter how he thinks about it, he feels that he is dying.

   "I said, Merlin! Is there any secret way to evacuate? You old stuff has enough life, and I want to retire with peace of mind!"

   Kestrel screamed. In the past, he could still use the name of luck to fight for a slim chance of winning, but this time Kestrel really didn't see much hope.

  "Retire? You still want to retire with your current attitude?"

  Merlin shouted, opening one after another dust-covered gates, and marching toward the depths of the core.

   "And retired? Do you think ordinary people's life is easy?"

   Merlin scolded, he always felt that after the Kestrel retired, he was eating and waiting to die, it was better to do his best in the cleaning agency.

   "It's okay...I will live well anyway, so you don't have to worry about it!"

  A sunny afternoon flashed in his mind, Kestrel said decisively.

"Alright? What do you think you can do when you retire? Go to work and be an ordinary clerk? Do you think you can do a good job? After all, what you are best at is hacking, slashing, and killing. , Isn’t this the same as before?"

  "What should I do? Don't I still have the pension that you netted off the government?"

  "Retirement?"

  Merlin almost laughed at the Kestrel. The two stopped in front of another gate. For a long time no one came. It was locked by rust and dust and opened very slowly.

   "If we can't get through this difficult time, do you think the cleansing mechanism can still exist?"

  Merlin panted, and then said, “If the cleaning agency is gone, who will pay you a pension? Kestrel.”

  Kestrel was stunned, he was a little incoherent, and finally cursed loudly.

   "Fuck, you black-hearted bastards, what are we going to do now?"

   ran all the way with Merlin, Kestrel remembered only then, he didn't even know what they were going to do.

  Merlin did not speak, but laughed haha.

  Sure enough, I don’t know if the Kestrel is an idiot or praise his pure mind. This guy is unexpectedly easy to manipulate, and he completely deceived him with just a few words.

   "Don't laugh! Old stuff!"

  Kestrel urged, now he is really fighting for a good retirement life, and he can’t say anything to fall here.

  Clearly such a crisis, but unconsciously, the atmosphere is unexpectedly relaxed.

   "Go to the central control room, where you can control the pillars of the furnace, we can pour all the preset antimemetic substances into it, and then increase the output to let the antimemetic substances continue to diffuse along the water mist."

  Merlin explained his plan.

  "This will cover the entire old town and reduce the erosion of the entire city."

   "You have premeditated, right?"

  Kestrel said that such a plan cannot be unprepared.

   "Yes, this is the solution after the war is over. We will use this method to'cool down' the war-baptized city, but it looks like we have to do this in advance."

   "Is this feasible? I mean, is it really useful?"

  The gate opened, the muddy and old air rushed in, and the choking Kestrel coughed again and again.

   "This... who knows? You can't just sit and wait."

   Merlin hesitated, then said.

   "I don't know what changes this can bring to the game, but it's better than dying meaninglessly in a corner."

   "So you took me to die together?"

  Kestrel said loudly, and then his voice gradually lowered, his expression tangled.

  Recall the ups and downs along the way. Kestrel didn't know how many times he had rubbed shoulders with Death. If Death was weaker, he might be wiped out by himself.

  Suddenly another shock came, like an earthquake, and dust fell.

Looking up, the high-intensity erosion has interfered with communication. Now no one knows what is the situation of the mechanical courtyard on the surface. It may still resist tenaciously, or it may have been captured. Maybe Roger is now carrying his thousands of troops. Horse, go all the way down the Pillar of the Furnace. If this is the case, the Kestrels and the others don't seem to have much time.

  Kestrel growled like a beast, then raised its head suddenly, full of energy.

   "Forget it, do it, love it, lead the way! Old stuff!"

  Mei Lin nodded at the Kestrel, there was no expression on his stiff face, and then he stepped forward and continued to run wildly.

   "Sometimes you have to think about things better, Kestrel."

"what?"

  Kestrel asked.

   "Actually, it's not so bad if you look at it from another angle."

  Merlin ran along the memory, and among the dim lights, he could see the signs covered with dust, which led the way.

"How to say?"

  Kestrel entered the state, fully guarded, he didn't know what to control the pillar of the furnace, this kind of thing had to be handed over to Merlin, so he must die before Merlin.

   "You are saving the world, you are now one of the saviors!"

  Merlin admired it.

   "I think heroes are worthy of being saviors, we are just supporting actors off the stage."

  Merlin’s appreciation did not make the Kestrel much happy. The surrounding earthquakes continued, and the sharp sound could be faintly heard, as if countless sharp claws were scratching the door.

  Kestrel has heard this sound many times, thinking with his feet, he can figure out what's going on.

   "It looks like the Mechanical Academy is over."

  He muttered, his expression slightly disappointed.

   "Then put another way, Kestrel."

  Merlin did not feel disappointed by the fall of the Mechanical Academy. He mustered his strength and kept moving forward.

   "As long as we win this battle, we might really end this dark destiny!

  If only heroes are worthy of being the savior, then we are all heroes!"

  Kestrel felt a little surprised, and he asked, "Are you encouraging the staff so that they can happily accompany you to death?"

   "No, I'm just stating the facts." Merlin's tone was very sincere.

  "A hero?"

  Kestrel carefully tasted the word, and then smiled bitterly, "It's so strange, I just heard of it in the book."

The messy footsteps and roars sounded like the tide seeping into the ground. They rushed along the cracks, swallowing everyone encountered in the way, and there was a muffled sound. The guests banged on the door, trying to tear a piece in the steel room. The crevice of progress.

   "By the way, will we have a monument?" Kestrel asked nonchalantly.

  When she came to the last gate, Merlin opened the door and looked at the Kestrel suspiciously.

  I saw this guy evacuating without shouting. He leaned on the wall leisurely, looking behind him from time to time, observing the extent of the monster invasion.

"I know, monsters should be hidden outside of history, so even if we become heroes, no one knows our achievements, right?" Kestrel said helplessly, this kind of thing cannot be shown off, he I always feel a little unhappy.

   "So, will there be a monument? What is Munn Naledo carved on it?"

  Kestal muttered to himself.

   "That's not right. According to the regulations, you can only leave a code name, right? So engrave a Kestrel?"

  Kestrel was posing, and then said solemnly.

"To commemorate the heroic, invincible, gorgeous, fearless, and great Kestrel." If it weren't for the Kestrel who hadn't studied before, the Kestrel would modify his vocabulary and it might be longer. "Merlin, I can already imagine passers-by seeing this. What kind of reaction will you make at the monument?"

  Kestrel talked more and more outrageous, and finally he couldn't help but laugh.

  "They would say with a miserable look that the municipal government has built such a large monument to commemorate a ‘bird’?"

  Merlin did not react, and after a while, he also let out a stiff and hoarse laugh.

   "This is really a good cold joke."

"Yes."

  Kestrel squeezed its weapon and looked at the crumbling gates at the end of the corridor.

   "I wish I had the opportunity to tell this cold joke to others."

  The sharp claws pierced out along the gap in the steel, and behind the Kestrel, the last door leading to the central control room opened at this time.

  (End of this chapter)