Ember Gun

  Chapter 671 Heaven is coming

  Everything will go to the final stage, and rush all the way towards the end of the story.

  Even Watson couldn’t calm her mind at this moment. Her gaze looked into the deep darkness, looking forward to the end of the death fight.

  Whether Adren survived, Roger, or both died together.

  She couldn't guess, all the plans were only prepared to this last step, and no one knew everything after this.

  This is an unknowable future, a dark destiny.

   may be good, or it may be worse, all she can do is to wait for the results and prepare for making up for the mistakes.

  Thinking about it this way, strange power surging in his thoughts, it is like the thunder in the dark clouds, constantly flashing with Watson's thinking.

  The forbidden power is completely restrained, waiting for the moment of release.

  【Final Yan Echo】.

  Watson is an absolute outsider and arbiter holding a sharp sword.

  This is a big bet, and because of this, they have already made the most complete plan. If Roger is walking out of it, Watson knows exactly what he should do.

  She must move forward and let all sacrifices show their due value.

  The stagnant water began to pour into the mechanical courtyard. They surged along the cracks leading to the ground, seeping through a heavy steel, seamlessly, but before the last barrier, they were completely blocked.

  It was a temporary arena. Although it was a lot simpler, it was enough to fight life and death.

The raging fire burned, and the huge buildings collapsed one by one, leaving only the ruins of one place. There was invisible force passing by, pushing all the way, in this gloomy underground, continuing to destroy, until a certain moment, a stubborn White light flashed, this kind of destruction was contained, and as a result, the two high-speed moving figures could barely be seen clearly.

   "I have thought about our decisive battle, but I didn't expect you to trust others and join forces with them!"

  Roger shouted, the broken figure bumping back and forth.

  The successive antimemetic shocks left his sanity running out. It can be said that he is no longer Roger Cruz at this moment, but just a monster controlled by the dark. It just so happens that this monster has a familiar face.

  The flesh and blood began to multiply, and it had lost the shackles of the human form. In the successive impacts, it expanded and shattered into a terrifying appearance.

  It was as if a group of snakes were entangled together, turning into a crazy mass of flesh and blood. There was no blood flowing out of the cut wounds, but only the deep darkness and the hundreds of eyes opened in the darkness.

  The distorted laughter continued, and the voices of women and children overlapped, as if it were an evil symphony.

   "I just regain my duties, Roger."

  Adren calmly faced the crazy monster, and the nail sword in his hand chopped up pieces of flesh and blood, like cutting a ball of yarn, and the scarlet thread danced and spilled.

Different from the previous healing and resurrection, this time Roger’s flesh and blood are cut off and continue to multiply in an individual way. They only rely on the scarlet tentacles as the connection. It is like a cunning giant spider, with its own flesh and blood. , Woven scarlet lair in this dark place.

When Adren realized all this, he was already in a lot of scarlet, countless red threads densely covering every part of the field of vision, scarlet flesh and blood multiplied entrenched, extending like vines, pale bones Walk through it.

  In an instant, Roger was completely demonized and transformed into an unrecognizable monster under the intensified erosion.

  Little sparks shined in the darkness, and then the flames burned into a sharp flame, burning and advancing among the scarlet silk threads, and then turning the entire blood nest into a burning hell.

  The oxygen was almost dried up, and a sense of suppressed suffocation came oncoming, and the boiling fireworks crisscrossed, but this did not affect Adren too much. He raised the nail sword high and went all the way forward.

   "You never beat me, Roger."

   Adelen said in a deep voice.

  Since the beginning of their acquaintance, Adren carried absolute force. He is the Pope of the Evangelical Church and the head of the Demon Squad. If the demon is sensible, he will tremble just by hearing his name.

  He is a born warrior, with power and divine punishment.

   "So arrogant, Adron, I can't help but want to see your depraved appearance..."

  Roger let out a hoarse laugh. Every time it spoke, there were overlapping sounds. It seemed that Roger had turned into tens of thousands of people, and every time he answered, it was the call of tens of thousands of people.

"Do not!"

  A sudden sound rang in the ears, and saw the red lines entangled together, forming a vague human face, and it made a sharp laugh.

   "You are already on the same path! It's just that you don't want to admit it."

   Amidst the unbridled laughter, Adren’s expression was distorted, and his face was also sculpted with fine cracks, and some fragments had broken away, revealing the same darkness underneath.

  Many years ago, after going deep into the well of sublimation, the two of them looked directly at the unspeakable...all of this has changed.

  Adren did not respond. He swung his sword vigorously, and the nail sword pulled into a pure light belt across the battlefield.

  Like the power of opening the sky.

He actually set off a hurricane in the confined space, the sword blade swayed wind pressure, and easily split the intertwined fireworks, rolled them up and blown them up, until the sharp edge fell on Roger's body, smashing his face. Sparsely.

   "This is not enough!"

  Roger laughed. It reached the end of sublimation. The invisible silk thread connected its broken flesh and blood. In a blink of an eye, it was like an entrenched monster, with its figure as tall as a hill.

  The voice became crooked and thick, as if it were the growl of a mountain monster.

  The fire is blazing, reflecting the scene of hell.

Adlon took the sword again from the sword bag behind him. It was also a nailed sword, but it was different from the slightly mottled and primitive nails that Adelon often wore. It was an imitation nailed sword from the cleaning agency. There are weapons of holy silver and cypress iron.

   "It's sad, Roger."

  At this point in the battle, Adren couldn't help feeling a bit of pity.

  He still remembers the ideal time with Roger, the feats they made, and the darkness that will soon usher in.

  The years have changed, no one would have thought that the first two people would have completed this look.

  After a brief period of grief, Adren squeezed the nail sword tightly, as if he had only really made a decision, his expression was solemn, and his anger was hidden.

   "This is our mistake, it's time to fix it."

The erosion overflowed, spreading to the blade, like clear water and raging fire, the cold metal was agitated, and the unknowable force rolled on it, and the red golden light lit up along the engraved inscription. With the meaning of killing.

The monster roared, and the skin on the abdomen was pale, with disgusting slimy, the pale yellow mucus was pulled by the bones, and then split apart, the ribs were raised one after another, and the rib cage became a pitch-black huge mouth. There was a stench of blood.

  Adren looked directly at the giant mouth. On the edge of it, dense fangs were densely packed. They were superimposed on top of each other, like a meat grinder, even steel can be easily crushed.

  There were also scarlet tentacles in it. Soon those tentacles rushed in and stab Adren at the same time, there was a solid hard covering on the surface, and at the ends of the tentacles, they turned into sharp bone spears.

  It is difficult to maintain reason, but it is simple to give up everything and fall completely.

  Adren can see the scarlet eyes in the dark, Roger has been transformed into a "door", and the end of the "door" is the root of all this hatred.

   Swinging the nail sword, the bone spears were easily cut off.

It stands to reason that under the influence of the Unspeakable, the power of the monster will reach the extreme, but in Adren’s slash, the hard bone spear was easily shattered, and even the flesh and blood under it did not resist at all. The power of the spores was broken, they tried to heal themselves, but after a few seconds of hard growth, the granulation withered completely.

  It seems that what Adron wields is not a sword, but "death". The absolute "death" blessed on the undead monster.

  The miserable screams sounded, and there seemed to be thousands of people crying in the mixed room.

The unspeakable itself is chaos and disorder, reason is contrary to it, and because of the stretching of its power, the so-called "Roger" is no longer there. Some are just monsters on his face, and monsters have no reason at all. .

  It can only wailing instinctively, feeling the death spilling from the nail sword, this kind of death that can suppress its immortality.

   "It's really dying..."

  Adelen smiled bitterly, and the light of his sight fell on the nail sword that was already full of cracks in his hand.

The pain of the heart is coming from the palm of the hand holding the sword. The pain is like a vine that grows freely. It pierced his skin, walked under the flesh and blood, spread along the bones, shattered everything in the path, and finally covered it. The head stretches out sharp roots towards the fragile brain.

  Each time Adelen made a little movement, his body was covered with fine dust, followed by a faint cracking sound, and more and more cracks spread all over his body.

"what is this?"

   A hoarse and weird voice sounded, and the monster launched an offensive again, but the ending was the same as before.

  Whether it is claws or fangs, fireworks or steel.

  Adelen just swung his sword and cut everything away easily.

  "Probably...the sword of [Wangchuan]?"

  Adelon thought for a while, and entangled such a slightly funny vocabulary in his mind.

He threw the nail sword in his hand, and after several slashes, the antimemetic power on it was almost consumed, but when it fell on the monster, it still easily dug out a huge blood hole and died. The withering is still spreading.

   "Listen to her, the original plan was that both of us would be locked up here, and then a group of lunatics descended from the sky, holding these sharp swords, cutting us into pieces."

Adren smiled sorrowfully. When he used antimeme to kill monsters, he would also be affected by it. After all, Adren and monsters are actually indistinguishable from each other, but he is still resisting the babble from the unspeakable. That's it.

   And because of this, he understood what Watson meant by dying.

  If you don’t have yourself, another group of people will come here to die. Adlon is not sure what the list is, but there must be some familiar faces.

  The monster roared in bursts, it began to fear, immortal, it encountered the power that could oppose itself for the first time, even if it was chaotic and disorderly, it could not help but evoke hazy memories by such threats.

Yes, exactly.

  Many years ago, many, many years ago, under that glorious fortress, there were also such a group of people who used the power here to defeat and imprison themselves.

  The tsunami-like erosion surged, and the underground space was squeezed in a blink of an eye. The monster began to try to escape. It abandoned the bloated body and carried out the [interval] invasion in an ideological form.

  Ke's consciousness slammed against a wall, and the monster's consciousness was bounced back. At the same time, it was like an earthquake. The bottom of the mourning trembled violently, and endless dust and debris fell from the darkness above.

  "This is the death row, the death row that imprisons you and me."

  Adelen drew another nail sword, and the power of Forbidden rages on it.

   "It looks familiar, doesn't it?"

  Adelen laughed, and as his laughter sounded, the dark barrier removed the attachments on it, revealing the silvery and cold metal inner wall.

The death row is fake, but it is also true. In this short period of time, the scavengers transformed the Land of Lamentation, and a huge amount of Holy Silver was poured on it, turning the entire Land of Lamentation into Holy Silver. The cage, just like many years ago, the Secret Guards attacked and killed the Unspeakable.

   "You can't escape if you don't kill me!"

Another spike sword struck through the monster's body, and then the decay and withering quickly spread, and the large pieces of flesh and blood died, rotted and purulent, like floating corpses floating under the swamp, it is difficult to restrain the smelly dark blood, they One after another burst, crimson blood flowed.

   Scarlet eyes opened from the countless darkness, and they peered at Adron together, and Edron also glared back, from which he could feel the hatred in the eyes.

   Thousands of bone spears fell with the fire.

  Adren’s movements are slow, but it is also, every time he uses antimemetic to hit him, he will also be affected, and this effect is biting at him.

  The torso and limbs were pierced, and the sword-swinging hand could not be dropped. They firmly locked Adron's body, followed by a raging fire, carrying out a cruel execution.

   "Do you think that if you limit me, I can't hunt you?"

   Adelen laughed, maybe it was the reason for the approaching death. He only felt a moment of relief, a kind of relief.

   "You still don't know us enough."

  He shouted.

   "We are hungry wolves, wandering souls, and nightmares!"

  With the force of the muscles, the bone spear was broken one by one, and Adelen pulled out the bone spear that penetrated and strode out from the fire.

  "We are in groups, never alone!"

   In a trance, Adlon seemed to see pure white feathers falling, but soon the illusion was burned by the fire, and only the face that was almost broken was reflected on the sword. Own face.

  Adelen shook his head, forgot the disturbing distractions, and then showed a wild smile.

   "This is the last duty! Everyone!"

  His voice is so loud, like a bell ringing.

   Silence, then restlessness.

  Someone responded to Adren’s call. They had been waiting in the dark for a long time, only to wait for the curtain to rise and the actors to enter the stage for the last time.

   Therefore, in this deep hell, the wandering souls rose from the darkness one after another, the blazing thunder group enveloped their phantoms, and the blooming rays of light were linked together, like the kingdom of heaven.

  (End of this chapter)