Ember Gun

  Chapter 669 Hushan Xing [Thanks to the leader of Anatomicald1]

  Zuo Zhen could clearly feel the passing of life, they overflowed from the wounds of the whole body like running water, making this living body begin to become dry.

  He is like a doll that has been hollowed out of cotton wool, his skin is tightly attached to his bones, and he looks like a dead soul digging a grave.

  Death was raging, and the body became scarlet, all burns after blood corrosion, piece by piece, no place was intact, as if it had been skinned.

"Different……"

  Zuozhen continued this whisper, which was like a kind of prayer or an oath.

  Dragging his tired body, his steps are slow at first, and then become faster and faster.

   Facing the swords, guns and swords, there is no pressure, but it is not easy, easy enough, if Zuo Zhen still has some strength, he might be able to laugh out loud.

  His life is a meaningless nothingness, and now, this meaningless life is working hard to create meaning.

  Zuo Zhen didn't care about this, but when he thought that this little effort might become the way forward for others, he felt it was not so bad.

  The hard-wrapped bone spears pierced through the air, nailing them into the ground one by one, passing by Zuo Zhen, scarlet with a starting point.

Between    scarlet, Zuozhen's figure stagnated, and then began to blur and shatter, leaving only the dust that had not yet landed.

Disappeared.

  No, it's antimemetic again. This treacherous force is devouring Zuozhen's body and also sheltering him.

The intensity of antimemetic is so strong that even Roger who is out of control can hardly catch his actions for the first time, but Roger is not worried. Zuo Zhen is a mortal after all, even if he can avoid his own sight, he is nothing. Can't do it.

  Folding knives after another seemed to cut through me, but it was all in vain after all.

  Zuozhen is already at the end of the crossbow, he can't hide for long.

  "Are you here!"

  Roger shouted for joy, and thousands of bone spears were pierced fiercely to one side, and the crunch of flesh and blood and bones could be heard.

   "If I were younger... if you were just a mortal, or just a demon hunter..."

   A slightly weak voice sounded.

Zuo Zhen leaned on his side and raised his hand. In order to avoid the attack of the bone spear, he reduced the area facing Roger as much as possible. The flying sharpness cut his skin, but it was not enough to kill him. The jackknife has pierced into Roger's heart.

  He didn't know whether such a monster had a "heart", but it was probably a habit for many years. Zuo Zhen instinctively carried out this fatal assassination.

   "Look, if you don't have the power of a monster, you should have been killed by me many times, Roger Cruz."

  Zuozhen smiled presumptuously, laughing loudly at the monster.

"so what?"

  Roger looked at him, then slowly approached, letting the jackknife sink into his body little by little until it penetrated completely.

   "What's the meaning?"

  Roger was very puzzled. He looked around, silver fragments fell on the ground, blood was flowing, and corpses were everywhere.

  Under absolute power, mortals’ defenses were easily defeated, and their deaths were meaningless, just like the countless deaths before, nothing can be changed, just death.

  Zuo Zhen panted heavily, his pupils a little dizzy.

  As a mortal, he has tried his best, and the pain in his whole body has become clearer. The poisonous blood has not only corroded his skin, but also infiltrated his flesh and blood.

   "I'm a little tired of playing, no one is known."

  Roger raised his hand, and the cold bone spurs pierced along the fingertips of his fingers, like a sharp dagger.

   "You actually know it too? I just think it's funny. If I want to, I have many ways to kill you."

  The power was shaking, and with the shaking was the crown on the left town's head. It began to shake, with fine cracks all over it, but it had not been completely broken.

   "Fire, sword cut, [interval] invasion... There are really too many ways to kill a life."

  The sharp bone spurs penetrated into Zuo Zhen's chest little by little, Zuo Zhen's heartbeat became even more rapid, his face stiffened, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

   "Ask for mercy?"

  Roger judges weak mortals.

   "As long as you beg me, you will survive and gain such power. Sounds great, doesn't it?"

   After a long pause, Zuozhen finally took action.

  He retracted his hand and pulled out the folding knife from Roger's body. Blood splashed on his hand, and wisps of smoke rose up, but he seemed to feel no pain.

  Zuo Zhen lost his intent to fight, his face was dead, his hands dropped weakly, and the knife pointed to the ground, unprepared.

  Roger's voice became more and more distorted, as if he was no longer himself, but some kind of unknown and weird combination.

   There was a joyous and sharp sound similar to an enchanting woman, mixed with children's babble, and the old man's murmur.

  The hair is creepy.

   "Is this a foreign country?"

  Zuo Zhen recognized the reality and took a long breath, as if he was about to exhale all the air in his lungs, his chest was dry and skinny.

  If he just grew old, now he looks like a corpse, a corpse that has been decomposed and weathered.

   "It's really sad. In our nine summers, we still pay attention to the return of fallen leaves to their roots."

  Zuo Zhen squinted his eyes, and in a daze, he also seemed to see the golden lake.

  This is a battle with a destined ending, a battle without suspense.

  Roger could feel that the old man in front of him was dying, he should have died long ago, but he was dominated by a wave of anger, and continued madness like a walking dead.

  Now Roger has extinguished his anger, and only death is waiting for him.

  A more disturbing grin echoed, Roger tasted the despair exuding from Zuo Zhen, he only felt a great sense of satisfaction.

  This kind of condescending, this kind of contempt, this kind of crushing glory and dignity...

  That's it. Roger has been pursuing this answer. Such inferiority of human beings. The more despicable they are, the more they can prove that Roger is correct.

rise! Keep rising! Abandon all inferiority and cowardice, and rise to a greater existence.

The decline of a mortal will only make him firmer, and this firmness is exactly what Roger needs.

  But when Roger was satisfied, a hoarse voice sounded.

"So are you waiting for my wailing? Watching the mortals' arrogance being defeated, all their dignity being stepped on the ground and thrown into the mud," Zuo Zhen smiled, with blood on his teeth, like a beast, "Really Sad, Roger, with such power, but so ridiculous."

  Roger looked at the embarrassed Zuozhen, and roared from deep in his throat.

  He was teased by the prey. This great sense of shame was more intense than the pain. He wanted to kill Zuozhen, strangling him to pieces, and ending his life in the most cruel way.

   Ke Zuozhen is faster than him.

His silence is just resting, his falling arms are just relaxing his tired muscles. He didn't give up, but he is too old. He needs to take a few breaths, accumulate more strength, and then swing the knife again. Make a faster knife.

   A sharp squeal, smashed the bone spear, deflected his body, and cut off the bone spurs that pierced his chest with a single blow. He looked fierce.

   "Come on, can't you kill me easily?"

  Zuozhen laughed.

  The folding knife repeatedly fluctuated, the sharp blade began to become dull, a gap appeared, and it was almost broken.

  Zuozhen’s attack on him was meaningless, it was just the bite of the beast, but it was such a bite that continuously humiliated Roger.

   "Try it, great existence."

  Roger was angry, and the scorching high temperature erupted without any turning point. As expected, the figure of Zuozhen paused, then was blown away by the heat wave, and fell heavily to the ground.

  He wailed in pain, rolled on the ground, and his burns turned him into a disgusting face, like a monster. It took a while before he got up with difficulty.

   "In our nine summers, there is such a sentence."

  Zuozhen’s voice was like a broken blower, with a sharp hoarseness.

   "Know that it cannot be done and do it."

  The folding knife sticks to the skin, and every swing is painful, but the pain is already a lot, and it becomes numb.

   "There are many people arguing about this kind of thing, whether it is stupid, stubborn, brave, or sad.

  In fact, I don’t know clearly. After all, this kind of thing is really stupid. I know it’s going to die, but I have to continue. After all, the so-called bravery is just to beautify this stupid act.

  Everyone is smart, and smart people know what to do. "

  He was gasping in pain, as if a sharp knife was stirring his heart and lungs every time he breathed.

   "But ah, maybe I am a real idiot, a hopeless idiot."

  Zuo Zhen was faltering and looked at Roger with a helpless smile.

   "Forget it, you don't understand anything like that anyway."

   "It's stupid."

  Roger said coldly, this time he didn't have any anger or disdain, but some were just chilling.

   "But it's an idiot like me who forced you to this place, didn't you? It's also an idiot like us, who will almost drive you to death."

  Zuozhen tried to take a step, with unwilling strength, like an endless beast, even if he died, he would bite off a piece of meat.

   "Look, you are bleeding, great existence."

  Zuozhen laughed loudly.

  Bone spear struck, interrupting Zuozhen's words. He was awkwardly hiding, and his movements were not as quick as before. The jackknife reluctantly resisted, but was bounced again and again, and finally cut off cruelly.

  The dry right arm was cut off, but even so, it still held the folding knife tightly.

  This blow seemed to have completely defeated Zuozhen, and it didn't seem to be. He leaned back and leaned against the wall.

  The battle is over.

  "Do you still think so?" Roger slowly approached.

  Zuo Zhen paused for a few seconds, and then nodded. He put down the folding knife, and the sticky skin tore off a large piece of scorched black, grabbed the broken right arm with great effort, and dragged it along with the folding knife.

"what are you doing?"

  Roger looked at Zuo Zhen in a puzzled manner. He strenuously broke off his tightly gripped right hand and took out the folding knife.

   "Keep on cutting, I'm not dead yet."

Zuo Zhen said stubbornly.

   "I will die, but I won't lose."

  With a crisp sound, the crown on his head could not be maintained, and it collapsed.

   "I rarely win, but occasionally I win."

  Zuo Zhen raised his head and looked at Roger, believing himself.

   "What if? What if I win?"

  The atmosphere fell into silence, but soon the silence was shattered by Roger's presumptuous laughter. He looked at Zuozhen and almost burst into tears.

  He is like an actor performing hard, the disturbing laughter lasted for a long time before slowly stopping, and finally he looked at Zuo Zhen calmly.

   "What is this? Are you beautiful words before you die?"

   "No, no, no, this is not a pretty thing, this is the truth, I really think I can win."

  Zuozhen maintained his stubbornness.

  His face gradually distorted, and it seemed that there was another face covering it, another person who made Roger feel humiliated, the guy who laughed at himself and committed suicide in front of him.

   "I have enough rest, let's go on."

  Zuo Zhen struggled to get up, grabbing two pocket knives in one hand.

  His consciousness has begun to dim, but in the deepest part of his thoughts, there is a sharp blade, a sharp blade ready to go.

  Zuozhen is not sure if this is true or false, but if...if his memory is really baptized by antimemetic, if he is also one of the participants in the plan, if he planned his own death...

So……

  Zuo Zhen believes in himself, he knows what he will do.

  This is a good time. Although he died as a guest, he died on the battlefield, not retired, and became a dead member in a deep mountain and old forest.

  It seems like it's time to say something cruel, let yourself become full of momentum.

Yes, exactly.

  Zuo Zhen took a big breath, filled his chest with strength, and shouted with a shock.

   "Thousands of people!"

  The voice was thick, like a tiger's roar, but unfortunately he could not shout the second half, because Zuo Zhen opened his mouth to bite the folding knife, his left arm was raised high, and the bright light refracted from the knife.

  This is a breakthrough. The muscles are squeezed and sprayed with blood.

   is obviously a slash from a mortal, but it seems to shatter the soul.

   Even when Roger faced this seemingly weak knife, he was lost for a while and stopped in place.

  Perhaps...Zuo Zhen can really win, as long as this knife can fall...

  Roger looked directly at Zuo Zhen, with a blazing storm rolling in his pupils, and the sky-breaking sword hung high above his head, unable to fall.

  No matter how powerful a mortal is, he is also a mortal after all. As long as he crushes his [Gap], he can be easily killed.

   Immediately after this broken [Gap], among the chaotic memories of Zuozhen, the voice of dialogue sounded.

  "How to protect our memory from being stolen?"

   "Let us be the weapon itself."

  Roger saw it.

  Like a golden lake, and the old man standing beside the lake, he took up a sharp sword and slashed towards himself.

  Suddenly Roger heard Zuozhen’s voice.

   "I still won."

  In reality, Zuozhen’s corpse fell down. With the stagnation of his heart, his life ended, and another sharp blade was unsheathed at the end.

   Pull the trigger to detonate [Wangchuan].

  Zuozhen knows what kind of conspiracy he will set up, and he also knows what he should do. All sacrifices, all ridicule, are for this moment, in order to allow Roger to invade him defenselessly.

  The abyss looked at the mortal, and the mortal also found the position of the abyss.

The antimeme is expanding. As it expands, the fallen Cai Gongs also have the same fluctuations. This is just like a preset. As the trigger of the left town is triggered, other vectors are also triggered. Entered a chain reaction.

  Self-enclosed information is constantly being swallowed, and the entire underground world is also beginning to collapse at this moment. The circular gate at the foot is completely shattered, leaving only the dark gate, swallowing all the sins and placing it in the deep darkness.

  (End of this chapter)