Ember Gun

  Chapter 665 Overload

   "It feels like the two of us are some stunning beauties, and these monsters, wishing to have us, tear it to pieces."

  The Red Falcon raised his gun and mumbled bizarre bad words.

In fact, Kestrel and Merlin do not have much overlap. One is the technical director of the Perpetual Pump, and the other is the elite staff who walks in the front line. It is just this **** disaster that links the two together, and thus Let the two of them have a deeper understanding of each other.

  Merlin has realized that the weirdness of Kestrel's bad words is proportional to his pressure.

  This made Merlin a little uncomfortable, but he didn't say much, because speaking bad words would help the Kestrel to relieve stress. Compared with this guy's face of death, Merlin liked this slightly nonsense Kestrel.

  Now he is speaking very fast, and his bad words are interspersed with greetings to the family of the female demon.

  "It’s not good. The beauties don’t like rough guys like you, let alone being polite. They come to someone else’s house, but they don’t even knock at the door."

  Finger stroking the trigger, now the demon hasn't broken through the gate, just prying open a gap, and firing at this moment is meaningless.

  The pressure was great, but before the Kestrel lost his mind, he waited for the opportunity, and then pulled the trigger.

  The bullet flew away, hitting the gap with precision in the next second, followed by blood spray.

  The agitation behind the door stopped for a few seconds, and then it became more frantic, the claws rubbing louder and louder, as if there were hundreds of sword-wielding warriors behind the door, they slashed the door and tried to smash the road.

   "This is a private house! Everyone!"

  Kestrel said loudly.

  The fissure was enlarged, and the head of the demon poked out from it, showing a ferocious smile at the Kestrel, and the head burst out of thin air.

  There was still green smoke from the muzzle, and the Kestrel was expressionless.

  The headless corpse was stuck between the cracks, and soon it was torn into pieces by sharp claws, and more pointed claws protruded out of the scarlet.

Kestrel guessed that the door must be very crowded now, maybe a stampede has occurred. Before he opened fire, most of the inside of the demon had been strangled and killed a large area. The corpses were piled up and squeezed in front of the door. A stream of blood overflowed and filled the ground.

   "Everyone is eager to eat us, no one wants to fall behind."

  Kestrel whispered and continued to fire. Every time a monster tries to crawl out of the crack, it will be shot by him, and then torn to pieces by the monster behind him.

  But this kind of relaxation may not last long. The cracks are getting bigger and bigger. Thanks to the long years of disrepair here, the slide rails of the gates are covered with rust, and every time they unfold, they make a babble.

  The frequency of firing has also become higher and higher. With the ammunition carried by the Kestrel, soon he will empty all the ammunition, and then he will need to cut a blood path with a jackknife.

  From here, all the way to the surface.

  Kestrel tried to make himself angry, so as to gain some strength, but soon he gave up.

  For things like survival, think about it, forget it, he and Merlin don’t have much life left, and that’s how it was from the beginning.

  He slowly withdrew into the central control room behind him. The space here was very large. Several huge pipes fell vertically above. After the heavy metal, there was a rumbling sound, and it seemed that something was rushing inside.

  There are many such dense and huge pipes. They are based on the pillars of the furnace, and continue to spread to the old underground underground, spreading to every part of the entire city.

  It's most appropriate to call it the core.

  Merlin is busy on the console.

"This is the original control office. Later, after an update and iteration, we transferred the control function to the Mechanical Academy, where we could better control the Pillar of the Furnace, and this place was abandoned... but it is not completely abandoned. "

   "As a result, the Mechanical Yard was destroyed first. This is really bad."

   Kestrel commented after hearing what Merlin said.

  "It's not too bad, at least it can be used as a backup start." Merlin tapped the valve hard, trying to knock off the dust and rust on it, "It's just a little primitive, I have to screw it one by one!"

   "I suggest you better hurry up! Merlin, these ghosts are very impatient!"

  Kestrel emptied the ammunition, changed the ammunition, and continued to fire.

The central control room is probably the end of the two. After the activation, Kestrel and Merlin could not cut this group of monsters, and the gate of the merger was only reluctantly delayed, unless a hunk fell from the sky and the two were eaten by the monsters. Before, get rid of the tricky Roger.

  In that case, there may be a silver lining.

   "But if you can kill Roger, there must be a lot of movement."

  Kestrel was thinking, Roger is invading the underground. Maybe now Roger and Kestrel are separated by a few iron walls. It can kill Roger’s attack, and its intensity may bring the entire underground system and destroy it together.

  The more I thought about it, the worse it got. The Kestrel gave up thinking and focused on the fight in front of him.

  The fissure was completely opened, and the headed demon rushed out first. It was scarred and its arms were crooked and broken, but it still ran wildly, and then it was shot to the head by the Kestrel.

   "It looks like we have no retreat."

  Kestrel pulled down the lever next to it, and the door of the central control room began to close slowly. Its speed was very slow, and every time it merged, it would drop a splash of mud.

  After the gate was breached, this was the last line of defense for Kestrel and Merlin. With the strength of the two of them, there was no room for resistance at all, and they could only wait to die behind the gate.

  Kestrel hates to wait for death, but he has no better solution.

  He emptied the remaining ammunition, and the cracks in the gate were filled with the bodies of the demons, but as if there was no end, there were still demons trying to crawl out, and they made hoarse noises, as if they were calling the name of the Kestrel.

  The doors merged slowly, leaving only a gap that only allowed one person to pass. At this time, Kestrel threw the empty gun into the bare gear on the side.

  The Pillar System of the Furnace was not built all at once, but after countless iterations over a long period of time, it had its current appearance.

So you can often see those very outdated mechanical structures in the pillars of the furnace, just like the **** of the patina. The deeper you go, the more you can find the old equipment decades ago, and the Kestrel is now The central control room where it is located is one of the first and most primitive facilities.

There are many places where you can see the immature and improvised designs of the technicians. There is no clear index on the console, only pointers that are already difficult to move, and a bunch of valves. The signs on them are almost unclear, and These gears are exposed to the mechanical mechanism used to move the gate.

  The strong gear snapped and twisted the gun, and the steel uttered a fragile scream, temporarily jamming it, stopping the closing of the door, and the Kestrel pulled out the folding knife and stared ahead.

"what are you doing?"

  Merlin glanced back, puzzled by Kestrel's behavior.

  "Relieve the pressure later...Anyway, it's death anyway. If you hack one more head before you die, you count."

Although Kestrel looks unreliable, he is also one of the few elites at present. Abandoning the mysterious and mysterious luck, what really supports Kestrel to the present is the experience he has accumulated between life and death.

  No matter how many demons and monsters, under the restriction of this gate, for the Kestrel, it is only a one-on-one confrontation.

   "Relax," Kestrel muttered to himself, "It's just... I don't know how many one-on-one matches will be played."

   There was a helpless smile on his face, and another demon rushed out of the crack. It shouted and approached the door, stretched its arm in, and tried to open the door.

  The folding knife fell sharply, cutting off the flesh and bones together, and a large amount of blood gushed out of the section. Then a knife pierced the demon's throat, pulled it out, and chopped it down according to the head, slicing it to the pulp.

  The demon fell limply, the Kestrel wiped the blood on the folding knife, and peered through the gap at the thousands of horses outside the door.

   "I said Merlin, are you not afraid?"

  Kestrel asked very uncomprehendingly.

   "If I say, I have been waiting for such a day, what do you think of this reason?"

  Merlin knocked on the valve and twisted it hard. Every time it turned, he would make low noises. He didn't dare to use too much force. These things were considered old guys, and they would break if they were not careful.

   "What do you mean?" Kestrel asked, he didn't understand the inner world of Merlin, an alchemist.

   "You don't need to understand too much, it's just my personal...little fun."

  Merlin twisted the valve, only to hear a louder rumbling sound from the pipe.

   "Anyway... The last Merlin will also jump off the cliff."

   "Leap off the cliff? Is there a cliff here?" Kestrel couldn't understand the inner world of these technicians. He only knew that he and Merlin were not far away from death.

  More demons broke through the gate and approached the gate. They scrambled to squeeze out the narrow gap, but were chopped and killed one by one by the Kestrel, and their flesh and blood spattered.

  The corpses overlap each other, and the stench of blood rushes toward them.

"Next."

  Kestal said, setting up the folding knife again.

  ...

Since its establishment,   Machinery Academy is undergoing the craziest offensive.

  The monsters are full of monsters in their sight. The soldiers and the original sin armor are at the forefront. At this moment, the line of defense has collapsed. They can't stop the monsters from advancing, but they still stick to their posts and make their final efforts.

  The deafening gunfire became tired when the technician heard it, and he had begun to get used to the numbness.

   His eyes were a little lost, and then due to the violent impact, the pain awakened him, another technician ran towards him, held him up, and then yelled at others.

   "Quick! Down the furnace!"

  The technician dragged his colleagues and shouted constantly. He didn't know if anyone heard his shouting, but as long as he shouted, it was right.

  After a while, his voice was answered, and the iron furnace hanging on the rail fell off, dumping the hot molten iron.

It was like a red waterfall. The hot molten iron sprinkled directly on the heads of the demons. The violent body became slow under the heat and viscosity, and then burned into pitch-black coke. The corpses were wrapped around each other, as if Ant nest washed by heavy rain.

"continue!"

  The technician continued to roar that more iron furnaces hanging on the guide rails fell off, and huge steel slammed on the ground, splashing molten iron.

  They splashed and piled up, blocking the way, but this was not enough. In the technician's expectation, he hoped that such an operation could seal the road to the underground.

  But in fact, the scope of its influence is very small. The demons have found a way down. Everything they are doing now is just reluctantly procrastinating... No, even procrastination is not even a procrastination, just a dying struggle.

   "We...where are we going?"

  The colleague was dragged. There was a lot of scarlet around his neck. Perhaps it was the cause of blood loss and impact. His consciousness was very muddy.

   "Go to the control room! We are going to dump all antimemetic substances, and then overload the furnace pillar!"

   Very surprised, the technician and Merlin thought of going together. In fact, his original job was to be responsible for this, but this violent offensive destroyed all plans.

"overload?"

   "Yes, overload, use the Pillar of the Forge as an antimemetic bomb, and eradicate all these demons!"

  The technician looked fierce, and led his colleagues to move on. Unlike what Meilin had imagined, the Academy of Mechanical Engineering had fallen, but it had not been completely fallen.

  The demons have captured the facilities on the surface. These built on high floors have not been attacked by them for the time being, but it is only a matter of time before they are swallowed. The technician must rush to complete his plan before this.

He is very close to the control room. It is a semi-automated system. As long as he pulls down the valve and presses a few buttons, he can control the huge furnace column instead of beating hard like Merlin. With the rust, praying that this thing will still work.

  Without prior practice, two groups of people's thoughts accidentally collided with one another.

There was a dazzling fire in the peripheral light of his sight, and the technician immediately made a judgment. He flashed into a shadow with his colleagues in his arms. The next moment the hot Foehn wind came with a roaring roar, and the high temperature washed the metal, almost To burn it red, and then more explosions sounded, the noise of bullet impact can be heard.

"what happened?"

  Colleagues gradually came over, and he leaned aside tiredly, not knowing the reason for the explosion.

   "It should be the ammunition depot. They detonated the ammunition depot."

  The technician panted heavily, and the cold air was heated and it was hard to breathe.

  Looking in the direction of the ammunition depot, there was only dazzling fire. They were burning blazingly, and countless monsters were burning with fire and running away.

"keep walking!"

  The technician supported his colleagues, they were not far from the control room, and they could not fall down here anyway.

   More roars sounded, like death knocking on the door, urging them to move forward.

   "You can actually let me go."

  The colleague said to the technician that he felt very bad. If he didn't bring himself, the technician could move faster.

   "Do you think I want to take you? For safety, the overloaded furnace requires two people to pull down the valve at the same time, so you still have use, buddy."

  The technician gritted his teeth and moved the figure laboriously. There was molten iron rolling by underneath. They seemed to be walking through the crater, only a thin line away from death.

  (End of this chapter)