Ember Gun

  Chapter 667 Golden Lake

  It was like an earthquake. The vibrations from the top of the head continued, and the dust fell endlessly, like heavy rain, making everyone gray.

  The pipes were trembling violently, and some even ruptured. A large amount of water vapor and liquid gushed out. Under constant pressure, the water blasted and made the scene more chaotic.

  Cai Gongs stood there blankly, as if they had no emotion, and the leader of them was Zuozhen standing on a high place.

  Zuo Zhen raised his head. He was very clear about the current situation and also knew what was coming. They were fast, advancing all the way, easily breached Zuozhen’s defenses, and then moved on.

  Change to Kestrel and others, now most of them will be terribly scared, talking rubbish, trying to relax their nerves.

  But Zuozhen is different. Whether it is Death or a friend who will arrive next, his face is like a mask of hypocrisy, without a trace of change.

  Some people often say that, as a subordinate, you will always feel at ease when you see Zuozhen’s demeanor.

  After all, this stranger from Jiuxia has always been like this. No matter what kind of crisis he faces, his face is always filled with a faint smile.

  He seems to be out of existence in the story. Whether it is sadness or joy, it seems that everything has nothing to do with him, and his face is always calm and calm.

   Just under the peace of mind, some people will feel fear, as if no one has ever known Zuozhen, and they don’t know what is hiding under the mask-like face.

   "Guests are coming, I'm really impatient."

  Zuozhen relaxedly, turned his head and looked at Cai Gong on the side.

  Cai Gong's face was stiff. The so-called "Cai Gong" was just a title. As for who they were, they probably didn't even think about it.

   "What do you think? Zhao Lun."

   Zuo Zhen asked nonchalantly. The "Cai Gong" who was called Zhao Lun thought for a while, and he said slowly.

   "I am reminiscing about my childhood." Zhao Lun said.

   "Oh? It sounds good."

   "Well, our family has been anonymized for generations, so I started training when I was very young."

   Zhao Lun recalled.

  Zuo Zhen nodded lightly, saying something silently, as if following Zhao Lun’s words in plural.

   "I remember building the training ground by the lake and covering the ground with bluestone..."

  The memory is very vague. No matter how hard Zhao Lun tries to snoop, the picture he sees still carries an unreality, like a hazy dream.

   But even so, he still stubbornly believes that this is true, he has personally experienced it, and is engraved into his soul.

"I remember that there was a huge maple tree there. I don’t know how many years it has grown... It should be the largest maple tree I have ever seen. When it comes to late autumn, the leaves turn into fiery red gold, and the leaves are everywhere. , Paint the lake with brilliant gold, like flowing gold."

  Zhao Lun’s voice is full of nostalgia, and at the same time he cherishes it extremely.

  In his mind, apart from commands and tasks, this seems to be his only memory, which belongs to him.

Because of the influence of antimemetic protection on the anonyms, with the passage of time, and the increase in protection, his memory will be eaten up little by little, and even lose all memories, and even his own existence will be completely lost. Extinct, completely erased from this world.

  Zhao Lun woke up from the good memory, and soon he realized something, and looked at Zuozhen suspiciously.

   "You said that we have no name for "Cai Gong"." Zhao Lun didn't understand.

   "Yeah, it's probably a lip service," Zuo Zhen looked to the side and looked down at the Cai Gongs below, "Habits are hard to change."

  "Have we worked together for a long time?"

  Although Zhao Lun’s memory is shallow, he still has an anonymous profession. Even if he understood what Zuozhen meant, the two of them had worked together, and they seemed to be familiar with each other, but Zhao Lun himself had forgotten it.

"For a long...a long time, just because you guys have been so deeply affected by antimemes, your brains are so pitiful, you can't remember too many things, so I don't bother to give you guys like Cai "What's the name, you can't remember it anyway."

  Listening to Zuo Zhen's words, Zhao Lun nodded and mumbled as if understanding.

   "Is this..." Zhao Lun understood the meaning of "Cai Gong" at this time, "That's why we are called Cai Gong?"

"Yeah, this is the ending of the anonymous people. The ending under the influence of antimemetics. Fortunately, you will spend the rest of your life in a nursing home like you have dementia, or just like you hapless ghosts, here with me, spreading The last remaining temperature."

  Zuo Zhen said, and then asked.

   "Are you afraid? Zhao Lun."

  Zhao Lun shook his head, his expression was very confused, and the memory in his mind was difficult to answer Zuo Zhen's words.

   "I...I don't know if I am afraid or not. I think many things are relative. Only when I feel the ecstasy of life will I be afraid of the coming of death."

  "Have you not lived the ecstasy of life?"

   Listening to Zuo Zhen's words, Zhao Lun's eyes flashed across the flowing lake of gold, and he muttered.

"maybe."

   Then he realized something, his eyes became a little trembling and frightened.

   "Is that real? Or is it just some illusion."

  This feeling is terrible. It was a confused doll, but under Zuozhen's words, he found a little... sober for a while.

   "It's true, that kind of thing must be true, after all, that's where our anonymous people live."

  Zuo Zhen smiled, recalling the same brilliant gold in his mind.

   "To be honest, I miss it too, and I really want to go back again."

  Zuozhen sighed.

   "This is really not a good time to miss, you say yes, Zhao Lun."

   Immediately after Zuo Zhen handed something, it was his favorite gun, the weapon named Falling Star.

"Um?"

  Zhao Lun didn’t understand what he meant. This was Zuozhen’s love gun. The old man in front of him rarely showed affection for something. This falling star was one of them.

   "Roger is coming, I need you to do something."

  Zuo Zhen looked at him and said in a deep voice.

  Zhao Lun's gaze seemed a bit drifting, he clasped the falling star, looked at Zuo Zhen again, and then asked.

   "Will our death be meaningful?"

"I don't know, who knows this kind of thing," Zuo Zhen said, "We are like crossing a river, a swift river, one after another corpses are dropped meaninglessly... But I think there will be one day, The corpse can block this **** river. Someone will step on our corpse and walk to the other side of the river."

  "Aren't you afraid of death? Zuozhen." Zhao Lun asked back.

"Do not."

  He patted Zhao Lun on the shoulder, and the vibration above got closer and closer.

   "I think death is something terrifying for mortals. For those crazy monsters, perhaps death is the relief they desire."

  Zuo Zhen showed that iconic smile, without any emotion, like a fake mask.

  ……

  Fire and explosion, death overlaps death, as if never ending.

  The demons cleared the road ahead, pushing forward with flesh and blood, and smashed all the defense lines prepared by the cleansing organs. The corpses were everywhere, and in the end, even the description became pale and weak.

  But the death of mortals is not meaningless. The red molten iron rushes and then slowly solidifies, sealing most of the passages. The firepower poured in also destroys the flesh and blood of the monsters, and in the end, there is not much left of the monsters' legions.

  Roger has the ability to use erosion to alienate others into demons, but here has been turned into a forbidden zone of life by successive wars, leaving only a monotonous silence.

  "This world is a huge hall of heroic spirits, resurrected, and then died, continuing this endless cycle of reincarnation."

  Roger whispered, hot fire surging on his body, easily boiled the iron, the molten iron was opened up, opening the way down.

  He was alone, heading towards the depths of darkness, which reminded him of a long time ago, when he was like this, heading towards the depths of the earth, trying to reach the sublimation well.

  In that deep and dark darkness...

   There was a constant crackling in the silence. Roger was like a porcelain doll on the verge of collapse. Every step he took, he approached the brokenness.

  A sudden explosion sounded, and a heavy release, echoing in the underground.

  The surface line of defense was captured, but there were none underground. Unfortunately, these counterattacks did not have much effect. Most of the infiltrating demons were dispersed. The impact of the explosion could not change the situation, and it could not even delay it.

  The obstructed road was melted by the high temperature, the red iron dripped down, Roger all the way down.

  Zhao Lun raised his head, he could already see the red light in the dimness above, his gaze turned to look at other people, he raised his hand and gestured.

  Most of the Cai Gongs have defects. Under the influence of antimeme, many people have lost part of their cognitive abilities. Some people can’t speak, some can’t listen, etc...

   Under Zhao Lun's signal, some people hid, while others stood on the gate, making the final resistance.

  They will be exposed to Roger's sight for the first time. They may not even have the opportunity to fire, and they will be killed in an instant. They are destined to sacrifice, but they have no expression on their faces.

  At this moment, Zuo Zhen is no longer here, and no one knows where he has gone.

  Zhao Lun was too lazy to think about these things. He began to step back until he was completely covered by the shadow. He set up the falling star and took out the special bullet.

  This is a very special bullet. It is the only one in Zuozhen’s cognition that can be known of its existence.

  Yes, in fact Zuo Zhen didn't know what the carrier of [Wang Chuan] was, but through clues, he had realized that he had forgotten something and had forgotten the information related to the death row.

  As the leader of the anonymous people, Zuo Zhen knew exactly what this meant, and he worked hard according to his own experience to achieve that goal.

  Zhao Lun took a deep breath. He was wearing a silver crown on his head, clenching the falling star, and constantly thinning his existence. Under the protection of antimemetic, Zhao Lun seemed to be non-existent.

   Then... Then Roger came.

  The hot molten iron slid down from the top of the head, followed by the sound of gunshots, and the Cai Gongs poured firepower towards the target overhead. It was also at the same moment that the fire was opened, the huge erosion instantly expanded.

  The feeling of crooked, disgusting and nausea extended from the heart, and then the silver crown burst into countless cracks, and then completely collapsed.

  This is the lifeline of Cai Gongs, now it is broken.

  A huge amount of erosion impacted his mind, his eyes were scarlet, blood overflowed from the tip of his nose, and his bones began to deform and alienate.

  In the crazy nightmare, they maintained their only sanity, sporadic gunfire sounded, Cai Gong opened fire at others, before alienating into a demon, killed those defeated Cai Gong, and then it was himself.

  This was a one-sided slaughter. Soon there was only one Duke Cai standing in a pool of blood. He watched Roger's arrival, and then shot his life.

  As the last Duke Cai fell, Roger also stepped into a pool of blood. He looked around and felt a little boring.

This is the last line of defense for the cleansing mechanism, but this line of defense is so fragile...think about it. On the way, the cleansing mechanism has poured all their strength into it. This is the final resistance of the dying, and it is powerless. Hammering.

   "It's finally over."

  Roger's tone was slightly relaxed, as if he was about to unload some important task.

  He stretched out his hand, and the blazing high temperature was about to erupt, melting the steel in front of him.

  The power mobilized by Roger, they were soaring, and then suddenly stagnated and collapsed at a certain moment.

  He didn't understand, but lowered his head, he saw the blood hole in his chest and the bullets embedded in it.

   "I...I succeeded, Zuozhen."

  Zhao Lun looked at Roger who was hit by him, calm and boring, and finally brought up some different emotions, the same ecstasy as the golden lake.

  He wanted to get up to celebrate, and he wanted to continue pulling the trigger, puffing out anger at Roger.

  But Zhao Lun couldn't do it, at the moment the bullet hits, at the moment Roger was injured, at the moment Zhao Lun knew he had succeeded.

  Roger found him, discovered the assassin hiding in the dark, and sacrificed so many Duke Cai’s lives because of this shot.

  The silver crown shattered, Zhao Lun's smile solidified, and then it was completely shattered into countless pieces of meat.

  The detonated [Wangchuan] was also broken together.

  Antimemetic surges like a tide, so powerful that it continues to eat and erode, as if thousands of worms are biting Roger's will at this moment, just like the blow he encountered when he invaded Lorenzo.

  The sound of shattering continued, and the cracks on Roger's body became more and more, and the hardened ceramic-like skin continued to break away, revealing the deep darkness underneath.

  He wailed, his voice overlapped strangely, as if thousands of people were wailing with Roger, the will belonging to Roger Cruz was collapsing, and after the destruction, only pure beasts remained.

  As the antimeme spreads and angers, the shadow is fragmented, and the assassin lurking in it jumps high.

  Sacrifice and shooting, everything is to attract Roger’s attention so that he can get close to this monster and launch a fatal blow

   "Good job, Zhao Lun."

  Zuo Zhen whispered and waved the folding knife quickly.

  The blade wind is fierce, as fast as a gust of wind.

   Stabbed along Roger's neck, through the spine, shattering the heart, another jackknife was pulled out suddenly, and the head was cut off as Lorenzo had said.

  Broken body stalemate, blood filled the sky.

  (End of this chapter)