Ember Gun

  Chapter 670 Burial Place

  A heavy antimeme was detonated, setting off a forgotten storm in the old Dunling underground. They ran and spread, penetrated into every gap, and hunted every inch of shadow.

  The demon who dispersed had no ability to resist. Under the bombardment, they lost their cognition and collapsed into fleshy pieces like corpses. The impact continued upwards until they blasted the restraints and put the burning mechanical courtyard into liquidation.

   "Zuozhen is dead, and the second trigger was pulled."

   Above the Dun Ling Pagoda, Watson rules the battle, and everything is advancing as planned.

  The long war caused Roger to lose his patience. A series of antimemetic attacks caused his sanity to gradually collapse and even be swallowed by disorder.

  This is one of the odds. The unspeakable itself is disorder and chaos. The so-called reason is contrary to it. It will give Roger strength and make Roger fall into a trap.

  The death of Zuozhen was a signal. The person who stood by the gate is now dead, which also means that Roger has fallen completely into the trap and entered the death row.

   "Then you can fight back now."

   Watson muttered to himself, under the gray iron mask, in the deep darkness, a blazing sun slowly rose.

The erosion expands like a hurricane, with Dunling Tower as the center, continuously spreading to the surroundings, and in Watson’s sight, one beam of light rises, and they are scattered throughout the old Dunling, from the silence. wake up.

  【The counterattack has begun. 】

  The voice echoed in the [Gap], scattered into the rising tide, and was engulfed by the tumbling waves.

  One second, two seconds...

  Soon after, the sky was full of flames.

  Shrike was still on the front, fighting endlessly with the demon. Although Lorenzo relieved him a lot of pressure, the demon seemed endless, and soon came up again, making people breathless.

  Under the high-intensity combat, the original sin armor also has many problems, but there is no safe zone here at all for the Shrike to prepare.

  At this difficult moment, the Shrike seemed to have heard something, a softly spoken word that came into his ears clearly and thoroughly.

  It was the same as auditory hallucinations, but for some reason, he instinctively felt the difference in the sound. Looking at other people, they also stood sluggishly on the spot, as if everyone had heard the sound.

  At the time of loss of consciousness, a monster rushed over, and Shrike was shocked in a cold sweat. He tried to fight back, but it was obviously too late.

  A stream of fire passed by, smashing the rushing monster into countless pieces of charred meat, and fell into the stagnant water.

  Shrike looked back in fear in the direction of the current fire. After the fireworks, in the misty rain and fog, the dark crowd walked out from the end of the street.

  They didn't care about these corpses and the original sin armor at all. They were silent and efficient. Some people were firing at the monsters, while others were holding flamethrowers and burning piles of corpses.

  Heavy breathing echoed, and gray figures appeared in front of them one after another. They were like silent gods of death, passing silently between the battlefields.

  Everyone was watching them. They had never seen a soldier like this. But soon, as they saw the appearance of the incoming person, the antimeme that had enveloped them was also triggered by the trigger, spitting out the buried memory.

Since the start of the plan, a large amount of antimemetic substances have been thrown into the pillar of the furnace, affecting everyone, stripping away the existence of this army, and now Roger has fallen completely into the trap, and the plan has arrived. In the end, there is no risk of leakage, so they came out in full force and waged the final war.

   "Clean...Sweeper."

  Shrike muttered to himself, this is an unfamiliar vocabulary, but with the emergence of memories, the unfamiliar vocabulary became familiar, and then panicked.

  The shining light penetrated into the visor and stabbed the eyes of the Shrike. He avoided it for a while, and then looked in the direction where the light emerged.

  It was a familiar scene, the sound of the wind and snow that the shrike heard faintly, and I still remember that he had witnessed such magnificence a long time ago.

  Above the dome, countless lights fell, as if the heaven above it collapsed, and it fell toward the earth like fireworks and wreckage like stars,

  "Fire! Fire! Fire!"

  Arthur grabbed the communicator and urged loudly.

Outside of the old Dunling, with the second trigger being triggered, Roger has stepped into a trap, and the battle of mechanical descent begins. Ascalon on the armed train keeps firing, and there are all Cai Gongs in the shadows. When dispatched, a large number of troops suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and along with the vertical passage of the Land of Lament, they were still increasing.

  "Correct the coordinates...fire!"

  The sound in the channel is constant.

  Someone sat there blankly, their eyes sluggish, but after a few seconds, they regained consciousness with accurate data to correct the bombardment of the artillery.

  The huge erosion even spread here in a blink of an eye. Watson used himself as the hub, connected everyone in the storm of erosion, and commanded the battlefield.

The situation on the battlefield was under control in an instant, and at this moment Roger did not have the ability to escape. Old Dunling became a prison, locked him firmly here, and a high concentration of antimeme was enveloped. Therefore, it is like a huge field.

Countless fires came with the stars, tore through the heavy rain, and accurately hit the gathering of monsters, and instantly smashed the gathering of monsters. Thousands of corpses were splashed high, and the pieces of meat and blood were burned. It turned into dust and turned into gray snow, but it was quickly wiped out by heavy rain.

  In the shelling, the scavengers and Mr. Cai who walked out of the darkness together eradicated the free demons and swept the battlefield.

  Perhaps they have witnessed the cruelty for too long in the dark, their actions are highly effective and they just want to end this seemingly endless nightmare as soon as possible.

  "Although I have traveled through the valley of the shadow of death, I am not afraid of being harmed, because you are with me, and your rod and rod comfort me."

  The robin watched the sky fire falling into the world, and whispered softly.

  "Stop calling your God, Robin, even God can't do anything."

   Arthur said with a slight disdain, there are no gods in this world, but there are real monsters. It is terrible to think about it.

   "Of course I know, but I still can't help but comfort myself like this."

   Robin said helplessly, witnessing the rising fire ahead.

  The sound of Ascalon’s shelling was like thunder, and every time it was ejected, it brought violent vibrations, as if the whole world was collapsing in the gunfire.

   "It feels terrible to be back in hell."

  This is such a splendid scene, but it is beautiful with extreme destruction.

  Even if it is so far away from the old Dunling, everyone can still clearly see its trajectory, rushing to the depths of the cloud, illuminating all the darkness.

  Flowing fire came from all directions, and made judgments toward the earth.

  In the countryside far away from the artillery position, all important personnel and documents were evacuated from Old Dunling by the secret under the action of the scavengers, so as not to attract Roger's attention.

  Some people sacrificed and became bait, while others survived, preparing to rebuild tall buildings on the ruins.

  The survivors are also busy, and while they are busy, some people can't help but stop and look into the distance, watching the interweaving of the fire and the storm.

  Nikolai looked to the side corner. The girl was looking in the direction of the old Dunling, and her indifferent expression revealed a little sadness.

  The two were in the train before, and it was a not-so-good meeting. Nicholas noticed her changes and walked over to ask.

"what happened?"

  Seleu was silent for a short while, without looking away.

   "There are still many people staying there."

  Listening to her, Nicholas also fell into silence. He looked at Seleu, and he remembered the slightly funny, facial paralyzed face in his memory at the end of the communication.

   "Yes, it looks like you have friends staying there too," Nicholas said.

   "Well, many people will die."

  Seleu looked extremely sad.

   "How long will this sacrifice last?"

  No one gave her an answer, not even a few people looked at her, everyone rushed around holding documents and equipment, and transported them to and from a train.

  This is like an escape. They have to escape as far as possible. The farther away from the old Dunling, the better. Once this was their fortress, but now it's just a vortex of death.

In the center of the vortex, Eve and Sangliang River were moving fast, Rod ran a little slow, and distanced them from them, but they maintained a good tacit understanding between them. They would not throw Rod down completely, Luo. De will not give up and stop in the rain.

  The chaotic voice echoed in the ears, both of them looked sad, and then looked at each other.

   "You... heard it, didn't you?"

  Sao Liangxi's expression was slightly horrified, as Watson's voice sounded in her mind, she vaguely felt that something was about to crawl out of the shadows.

  Those surging memories.

   "The voice from [Gap], there is another sublimated person hidden in this old soul."

  Eve is keenly aware of the problem, and, like Liang Liangxi, with the sound of this voice, she gradually remembered something.

  "This...this is the trigger, the trigger triggered."

  Sao Liangxi's pace gradually slowed down, a large number of memories were emerging, and the forgotten scenes kept flashing in his mind.

  Then the body began to tremble.

  Eve looked at her, and saw this girl who had always been neurotic. At this moment, there was sadness on her face.

  Perhaps the two have not been together for a long time. Eve hasn't really gotten to know Sang Liangxi, or it may be that Sang Liangxi's usual impression is too deep. Seeing her now, on the contrary, it feels a little uncomfortable.

   "He... he is dead."

  Sao Liangxi muttered to himself.

  In that secret military port, in that unrecorded meeting.

  Sao Liangxi flashed many faces in his mind, and finally stayed on the last person.

  He walked out of the carriage slowly, with a decadent look, with the madness hidden in the shadows, and another consciousness in his body.

That was the first time Sian Liangxi saw the man named "Lorenzo Holmos". It was also at that time that he made this dual plan, and under his plan, someone had already ended up. Doomed.

  "The first is deception. We must not be exposed to Roger's sight."

"Then there is restraint. With Roger's ability, it is too easy for him to escape. We need to have enough victims to constantly tempt him to attack, affect his sanity, make him crazy, lose judgment, until we are tight catch."

  The man said to himself, his expressionless face, using everyone's life as a bargaining chip, he pushed onto the gaming table.

   "But this is still not enough."

  He finally said so.

  "These are just prerequisites. In the final battle, we still have no absolute chance of winning.

  We need to consume Roger, constantly consume him, weaken his power...As for the final fatal blow, this can be handed to me. "

  This is a big bet, using countless deaths to fight for the emptiness of winning. At that time, Liang Liangxi felt that these Westerners might have some problems in their brains. They were here to help, but not to die.

   Then...then he stood up.

  "Perhaps we can optimize it. Bait and consumption can actually overlap."

  The hazy fog cleared, Zuo Zhen sat in the first place, showing kindness.

  "Young people have a great future. It's better to leave this to the old guys."

  Sao Liangxi squeezed the folding knife, her voice was slightly trembling, she had never shown such emotions in previous fights with demons.

   "Teacher he... he is dead."

Zuozhen's death was the trigger for the counterattack, which also meant that when Liang Liangxi...all the participants in the meeting remembered this heavy plan, Zuo Zhen was already dead.

"How are you?"

  Eve reached out her hand, she tried to touch Sora Creek, but stopped in mid-air.

  Sao Liangxi raised his head, the sadness on his face was no longer, but a chilling chill.

  She is very sensible, as an anonymous name, this is the professionalism she should have.

  Take deep breaths repeatedly to calm down his restless mood, and then Sao Liangxi said.

   "Nothing, let's continue."

  She was calm again, as if she had forgotten everything she had just now.

   "Cheat the enemy, deceive myself."

   Sora Stream said coldly, and then showed a little helpless smile.

   "It's crazy, Holmes."

  This is a sad and terrible plan, but fortunately, it seems to be really in the darkness, tearing out some stars.

It's a pity that Lorenzo couldn't hear her appreciation. Under the heavy rain, the armed iron snake advanced at high speed and headed towards the mechanical courtyard.

Watson lives high on the chessboard and controls everything. She watched Lorenzo's progress, her eyes tracing along the road, and finally staying on the burning ruins. At this moment, in the deepest part of the darkness, the monsters are fighting together. .

  The successive [Wang Chuan] shocks caused monsters like Roger to shed blood, and while his thoughts were painful, he was swallowed by the collapse and fell deeper into the darkness.

  The bottom of mourning.

  In this endless darkness, Roger was falling, and within a few seconds, he could stand up again, but the monster hiding in the darkness was not prepared to give him such a chance.

  The monster escaped the preset 【Forget Chuan】, and at this critical moment, he dragged Roger into the death row.

He waved the cold spiked sword and sent the tip of the sword into Roger's heart. At the same time, the white storm rolled up, and his consciousness hit Roger's [Gap] hard, trying to stay along [Wangchuan] The injury completely defeated Roger's [Gap].

   "Adren..."

  Roger let out a low roar, while the sword-wielding monster smiled.

  "This is a good place to burial, Roger."

  (End of this chapter)