Ember Gun

  Chapter 666 Supporting role

  Why go forward?

  Sometimes the technician himself can’t figure it out. He knows that he has no retreat. Death is destined, but he still can’t stop, as if he is afraid of death.

  In other words...Before you die, do more things, more things that can be considered meaningful.

  Indeed, at the end of his life, he remembered his father’s teaching that the guy who was always drunk often said this to himself.

  People cannot be idle, even if their life is coming to an end, they cannot be idle and do more things...

It probably means this. The time has passed so long that the technician can't remember clearly, and he doesn't care much about this sentence, because the father who said this is just doing nothing every day, contrary to what he said. .

   can be inexplicable, now this sentence is like a curse, constantly lingering in the ear.

He couldn't figure it out. He could already see the figures of demons behind him. They attacked along the fragile air corridor, their claws pressed against the metal, and they made low noises. The next place was a surging sea of ​​fire, and the molten iron was surging. It's like flowing lava.

   "Don't look back, keep going."

  The voice of a colleague sounded, he was dragged to the ground by the technician, and the whole person faced the demon. He tremblingly raised the muzzle, and then pulled the trigger.

   Sporadic gunfire sounded, doing the final resistance.

   "To be honest, I was going to leave this stuff to myself."

  The colleague smiled bitterly. He emptied the last ammunition. Unfortunately, his marksmanship was so thin that he couldn't stop the demons at all.

   "Leave it to you?"

  The technician continued forward, dragging him vigorously.

   "Well, yes, I am more willing to commit suicide than being eaten by a monster."

  The chief colleague sighed, a large amount of blood spilled from his neck, which had become scarlet, and it was difficult to distinguish the location of the wound.

  But this kind of thing is not important anymore, he tries to relax himself as much as possible.

   "That's really sorry, it looks like you have to die."

The technician slammed the door open. The reason for the ammunition detonation was that a large number of metal fragments were scattered, and the nails on the wall were densely packed with scarlet blood. The impact of the explosion also overturned many buildings. At this moment, the door was crooked. , But fortunately, there is a gap, you can continue to move forward.

  The two people crawled into the control room with great effort, and the journey finally came to an end. Both of them took a long breath, and it seemed that the weight that was pressed against their hearts had been reduced a lot.

   "This place has been attacked by demons."

The technician looked around, there were broken corpses everywhere, and when he raised his head, he could see a large hole in the high wall. The demon probably broke into it along the way and killed all the technicians stationed in the control room. Light.

   "Here, this thing should still work."

  The technician picked up a gun from the pool of blood and handed it to a colleague, then moved his body vigorously so that he could directly face the crooked door, so that if a monster tries to enter, he can fire back.

  "Aren't you afraid that I will blow yourself with a shot?"

  The colleague smiled miserably, and in the face of terrifying despair, people could do everything.

The technician did not respond to his words. Instead, he was busy on the operation platform. They could see a few corpses lying nearby. They probably had the same idea as the technician. There were blood stains on the operation platform, but it was a pity that they failed. , When they tried to overload the Pillar of the Forge, the monster broke through here.

   "It's so bad..."

  The technician whispered.

  He observed for a while, these guys were indeed doing the same things as themselves before they died. Many processes have already started, and the technician just needs to continue his work and continue.

   is like a baton.

   "You better hurry up!"

  The colleague yelled, and he could see the demon following fast approaching. He tried his best to keep his heart calm, and then raised the muzzle.

  The gunshots continued, and at the same time sharp claws penetrated the gap in the door, and the ferocious head protruded, and then he was beaten into blood by bullets.

  As the technicians started the process again, the roar continued. The explosion caused the pipeline to rupture, and a large amount of non-lethal liquid gushed out, mixed with the molten iron, and aroused a more violent flame.

  Under the raging flames, the Mechanical Yard is crumbling.

"Come!"

  The technician ran over, picked up his colleague, placed him on the other side, took his blood-stained hand, and said to him.

   "Pull it."

  The colleague nodded and pressed the lever firmly to prevent it from rebounding.

  The technician moved to the other end of the console. At the beginning of the design, in order to prevent single-person operation from causing irreversible consequences, the two control levers were far away.

  His hands began to tremble, and the door behind him slammed violently. Death came and was slamming the door.

  The technician took a deep breath and kept his inner peace. He finished the final work and all the preparations were ready. He just waited for him to pull the lever.

  At the same time, the door was full of cracks, it began to sink inward, the whole began to shatter, countless sharp claws stretched out of the gap, yearning for flesh and blood.

   "We... probably succeeded."

  The technician was delighted. He looked at his colleague, but this guy didn't respond. A bloodless and pale face was reflected along, his expression was dull, and he looked dead.

  The joy became a little disappointed, but instead he sighed helplessly.

  Long bleeding has taken his body temperature and life. The unstiffened corpse pressed the lever to complete the final mission.

  The technician pulled the pull-down lever forcefully, all the preset processes started to run, and for a moment he felt that everything was quiet.

   Then there is nothing left.

   "Ah... it's not a mediocre effort, right."

  The technician murmured, and the door shattered.

  ……

   "Damn it! You hurry up!"

  When his death was approaching, the Kestrel still did not forget to yell at him.

  Blood and broken corpses filled the gaps in the gate, and the Kestrel was slashed back and forth, dyed in scarlet.

  Folding knife cuts repeatedly, and the sharp blade also begins to dull, and finally it is ordinary beating.

  Kestrel tried to comfort himself. This was just one-on-one time after time. Although the Kestrel did not have the confidence to face the tide of monsters, he was still very confident in fighting one-on-one.

  This kind of confidence also gradually collapsed under the almost endless battle of wheels.

  The hands holding the folding knife began to tremble. This was not because of fear, but just exhaustion. After all, he was just a special ordinary person, and his physical strength was limited after all.

   "I'm coming soon!"

  Melin responded, wiped off the dust on the dashboard, barely saw the rusty pointer inside, and observed the reaction of the furnace pillar.

  Turn the rusty valves one after another and press the button.

  These operations are not difficult, but after years of disrepair, these things have become extremely compact. In the end, Merlin began to smash with his hands, shaking up puffs of smoke.

   "Damn it, move!"

  Merlin pulled the lever, he stared at the pointer, but there was no response, and then he continued to try, still the same.

  The thing he worries the most is that it happened. The pure mechanical mechanism will be rusted and oxidized, but at least there is the possibility of movement, but those old lines are not necessarily.

  This place was originally abandoned by the plan. Merlin rushed here with the mentality of gambling, but he still seemed to lose the gambling.

   "No way!"

  Kestrel screamed, and one fell back and fell to the ground. Even so, he didn't forget to kick violently, trying to kick the approaching monster back out of the door.

  After hacking and killing for a long time, the jackknife finally couldn't hold on anymore. It broke apart, leaving only a crooked half.

  Kestrel leaned on it, climbed up laboriously, and slammed the gun fragments stuck between the gears, until the gears bite again, and rumbled to merge the opened doors.

  The demons roared and were squeezed into flesh under the weight, but there were still more claws sticking out, they scratched hard, tried to prevent the merger, and opened the door.

   "Ah... we are safe, but only temporarily."

  Kestrel looked at the scarlet gate, and glanced at the broken knife in his hand. Now, let alone slashing demons, even killing people is a bit difficult.

   "This time I really run out of ammunition and food."

   He sighed, walked towards Merlin, leaned aside, and watched his busyness.

"How's it going?"

   "It's bad, I'm trying."

  Merlin took a deep breath. He stopped all the work on his hands. After a few seconds of pause, he followed the procedure in his memory and walked aside again.

  Turn the valve, turn the knob, one by one, and finally pull down the lever.

no response.

   There was no reaction, as if everything refused to respond to Merlin, leaving him only absolute silence.

"damn it!"

   Merlin cursed, he smashed the machine hard, as if he was trying to smash it.

  Gradually, the anger became difficult to maintain. He leaned to the other side, sat down slowly, and stared at the Kestrel.

   "So, did you fail?"

  Kestrel asked, he stared at the scarlet door, and there was a shuddering sound behind the door, as if there was **** behind the door.

"Roughly the same."

  Merlin was downcast.

   "In other words, our death is meaningless, isn't it?" Kestrel asked again.

  This time Merlin didn't respond, he just lowered his head, wrapped in gray.

  Heartless laughter sounded in the gloom.

  "Not bad, but not everyone can die meaningfully."

   "I have thought about it," Kestrel seemed to look very openly. "After all, this is not a novel plot. This kind of gambler's action cannot be successful every time."

   "Think about it carefully. We have succeeded so many times before, and it seems that it's okay to lose the bet this time.

  It’s just people like us who lose a bet once, which is probably the last time. "

  Kestrel seemed to be talking to Merlin, and it seemed to be talking to himself.

"By the way, Merlin, this is the last time, don't you want to say something? I read the plots in the novels like this. When some characters are about to die, there will be more nonsense, as if in the last time, It's the same as retelling one's life."

   Kestrel threw the broken knife over and smashed it on Meilin's head. Meilin slowly raised his head, his hollow eyes covered with bloodshot eyes.

   "I have thought about my death, Kestrel."

  Merlin whispered, "I always dream that I die before the gate of truth... I am only one step away from it, and as a result it is hard to reach anymore."

   "Sounds pretty bad, then you shouldn't take on these responsibilities, you should run away from the beginning, I don't believe that there is no place for you on the death row list." Kestrel said.

   "But there are always things that are higher than personal pursuits."

  Merlin ignored Kestrel's words, he continued.

   "So many of the cliffs that Merlin has jumped off, I am very happy, I abide by the rules until the end, and have not been swallowed by the enthusiasm of truth."

  On the sensible cliff, only the last Merlin was left at this moment, the sensible Merlin, he was alone, looking at the corpse mountain and corpse sea below.

  The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds, and only the endless roar behind the door was left. After a while, the Kestrel asked unclearly.

"what are you saying?"

  Kestrel looked at Merlin with a slight sluggishness. Kestrel did not even understand his noble words. Seeing this, Merlin's mood also became weird, and finally sighed helplessly.

   "I didn't expect that I would die with you in the end."

   "Do you think I want to?"

  Kestrel came up with a temper, screaming.

  The restlessness behind the door is getting louder and louder, and the door can be seen bluntly broken open, revealing a little gap.

  The two were expressionless, and then at a certain moment, there was a muffled noise in the pipe, and then the pointer on the dashboard began to rotate with difficulty, shaking off the dust.

  Kestrel and Merlin got up at the same time and looked at the pointer on the dashboard.

   "This... is this done?" Kestrel said with joy.

   "No, it's not right, we didn't do anything."

  Merlin didn’t understand, he had already failed, but then he thought of something, raised his head, and looked upward.

   "It's not just that we are working hard, Kestrel...it looks like we are still supporting roles this time."

  In spite of this, Merlin still tried to provoke the corners of her mouth and smiled.

  This is good news, great news.

  Hearing this, the Kestrel also shook his head helplessly, picked up the discarded broken knife, and walked towards the gate.

   "Oh, I thought I was the savior, but I was preempted by others."

  He said very happily.

   "If there is a world after death, I will definitely buy that hapless guy a drink."

  Kestrel smiled, the next thing to do is to accept his ending.

  The two of them couldn't do it easily, and even the terrible death was diluted with the rotation of the pointer, and they laughed, as if they were not going to die, but having a party after get off work.

   "If I can, I hope I can die in a sunny afternoon."

  Kestrel prayed like this.

   "Sounds pretty good."

  Another hoarse voice replied to him, not Merlin.

  The scarlet door opened at this moment, and countless corpses rolled in, wrapped in blood.

The gray figure stood in front of the gate, holding a weapon, looking at them coldly. Behind him were more similar gray figures. They held weapons and suppressed the attacking monsters, and they continued to advance. .

   "Not dead yet, Kestrel."

  Galahad threw a weapon at the Kestrel and said mercilessly.

   "It's time to work overtime."

  Kestrel holding a weapon, his eyes dull, his expression turned from calm to distorted, and at last he cursed loudly and stomped his feet.

   "Fuck! Fuck!"

  I don’t know if it is the ecstasy of surviving after death, or the complaint of re-entering the dead.

  (End of this chapter)