Ember Gun

  Chapter 672 Dust

  Adren hasn't experienced such emotions for a long time, joy and pleasure, his heavy body seems to disintegrate, constantly becoming lighter.

  The corrupt and old soul seems to have to break free from the shackles of the body, and continue to rise to the clouds.

  Maybe...

  Perhaps this is what I have always wanted.

  Adren suddenly thought.

  In the life of fighting the monsters to death, he has been chasing for too long, too long, and for a long time, he has been battered and exhausted.

  So when Watson wanted to die, Adlon was not actually angry, but felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

  It should be like this. Actually, I am tired of all this a long time ago. It's just that the so-called mission and responsibilities have been firmly restraining myself and keeping myself moving forward.

  He is already too tired.

  The deepest part of the heart, the deepest part of the soul, I may have been praying for this.

  Someone can come to deny themselves and get relief from all this.

   "What a nostalgic scene!"

  Adelen exhilarated loudly, and in lightness, even the non-stop muttering in his mind seemed to disappear briefly.

  For Adren, this is the final war.

  As if he had gained youth, he strode forward, Kong Wu was powerful.

The angels descended from the blazing thunder, and the brilliant thunder light reflected the battlefield of purgatory pale. They were expressionless, like exquisite sculptures. The spiral nails broke open from the palms of the palms, waving their wings, and moving toward the hideous and distorted. Monster, cast down the wrath of God's punishment.

  As early as when Edron agreed to Watson, he rushed all the way here, and all the watchmen were dispatched to put everything to an end here.

  Angels move at high speed, and only relying on instincts are left in their blank minds. Fear and death are meaningless to them, and they faithfully implement Adren's orders.

  Spiral spikes left scars one after another on the monster's body. The huge wound opened, and blood and internal organs gushed out of it.

This is a war where no one has survived. With Adren’s successive sword swings, the power of [Wang Chuan] has been filled in the death cell. It is like a gas chamber. The poison of death is not only poisoning the monsters, but also The watchmen are being solved together.

Adren is going to die too, but he is not afraid, as Watson said, in the near future, maybe even longer, Adren will fall into crazy chattering one day, he will sooner or later. Completely swallowed by the unspeakable.

  He not only wants to kill Roger, but also himself.

  As for the next thing...

Later……

  Adelen smiled, and then cut out another sword, the nail sword collapsed, and the power of [Forget River] attached to it emerged with the slash, swept past like a torrent, swallowing the monster.

  It seemed that strong acid was eroding the monster's body, and the surface of its skin was scorched to blood, and then the skin broke, and a hoarse bubble sounded.

  The same burn also happened to Adren, his sleeves burst open, and his bare arms were covered with red cracks, like a doll about to break.

After   , Adren didn't think too much, he was already relieved.

  Adren grasped everything too tightly, firmly grasped everything about humans, and became a shepherd with self-righteousness, erecting fences, and keeping humans in captivity.

  He always felt that if he was separated from himself, mankind would usher in a dark future, but now, he is still too arrogant.

  Humans can continue to walk without themselves, why not just step down?

Thinking about this, Adlon took out the nail sword from the bag again. This nail sword attached to [Forget River] is now exuding a raging cold light, like a long sword for execution, preparing to slap criminals. The head was cut off.

   "I really miss it! Roger, how similar are all this to the beginning!"

  Adelen laughed.

   "It's also such a deep and dark underground, and it's also fighting with the abominable monsters, it's also this sky full of angels!"

The picture scroll in front of him evoked the dusty memories of Adren. Many years ago, when they thought they could eradicate the demons, he also took these watchmen with Roger and went deep into the well of sublimation and faced the abomination together. The evil.

   "It's as if nothing has changed."

  The laughter gradually ceased, and Adren sighed, looking at the monster with deep sadness in his eyes.

   "It's just that everything can't be changed again."

  The angels swooped violently with flames, and each stroke left a huge wound on the monster’s torso, and the edge of the wound was burnt with rising flames.

   Thousands of tentacles rolled up, they chased the angel, and then each bone spear nailed them to the wall.

Like a taboo ritual, the angels died in a miserable state. They were pierced and nailed to death by jagged spears, but soon afterwards, new thunderballs were triggered. They pulled the existing matter and condensed new bodies out of thin air. .

  The monster's counterattack was very fast. Some thunderballs were not yet solidified, and they were defeated by the bone spear. However, with the pressure of Adelen, the intensity of the antimemetic in the death cell continued to increase, and the monster's counterattack became slow.

   Die, come back again.

These angels, who are not afraid of death, repeat life and death, and the pain they inflict on the monster. They must weaken its physical strength as much as possible, so as to open the door of [Gap] until a certain sword completely crushes the monster. Clearance】.

  This is like the scene written in the "Gospel". Angels wield burning fire swords and beheaded the demons from the darkness of the abyss.

  The shattered wings and corpses, the sky full of bone spears shattered into gray snow.

  The death row wraps them tightly, confining all this sin to this.

  With the current strength, the monster should have fallen down long ago, but in fact it did not. There is another force supporting the monster. Even after the death cell isolation and the infestation of antimemetic, it has not been completely cut off.

   "The Unspeakable..."

  Adelen whispered the source of all hatred, looking towards the darkness ahead.

  As if noticing his gaze, the darkness also responded, and scarlet eyes opened in every corner of the shadow.

  His eyes are like scarlet vortexes. Just by looking at them, he can feel the tremendous pressure from the spiritual level, and chaotic hallucinations continue to flash and jump in front of him.

  Adelen saw himself in it, he saw his countless ways to die, and a rotting and swollen corpse of himself.

  Mosquitoes, flies and maggots, they entangled on the corpse, exuding a disgusting smell.

The filthy blood and the corrupted juice gathered together to form a thick and muddy swamp. In the dark, there were faces floating, they closed their eyes and mouths, and then suddenly opened, thousands of wasps crawling through them. Out, flying, and at the same time, the sharp and hoarse roar continued.

  Like a **** orchestra conducted by a madman, incomprehensible whispers mixed with women's shallow singing, children's sharp crying as accompaniment, and then covered by the loud roar of beasts.

  This is the picture scroll of hell, the sonata of death.

Adlon's body froze, and then blood overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and then his nose and ears. His expression gradually became hideous. Between the broken gaps on his body, the same hundred opened in the darkness. Eye.

  The remaining will advances hard in madness, grasping the hilt of the sword tightly.

Absolute blankness expelled the madness, knocked it back once again, and the weight on his heart became much lighter. Adren seemed to have lost his restraint, leaned forward, almost fell, and then retched loudly. Almost all the internal organs are also vomited out.

  At the critical moment, [Wang Chuan] helped him resist the erosion of the unspeakable, but such help was not without cost. Looking at the arm holding the sword, it has become shattered.

  Adelen was not worried, but delighted, which proved the feasibility of [Wang Chuan], even in the face of the unspeakable, still has the ability to expel it.

  He also tried to move forward. Before he died completely, Adron vowed to cut out all the nails, completely crush Roger's will, and completely destroy the only "road" in this world.

Bone spears and scarlet tentacles attacked. They were like galloping horses, converging into a roaring torrent. Edron had no spare power to escape. His current state is similar to Roger, except that Roger has the support of the unspeakable. And there was no one behind him.

   Raised the spike sword again, Adren didn't want to use the power of [Forget River] in such a meaningless place, but if he didn't swing the sword, he couldn't get close to the monster at all.

  The scarlet tide rushed toward his face, and at the moment when he was about to swallow Adren, his body suddenly rose into the air.

  Several hands grabbed Adron, the angels pulled him up, waved their wings, and crossed the obstacles.

The tide is rolling, they are entangled together, and then attacked towards the angels in the air. Some angels got out of the formation and lowered the fire in front of the tentacles, but they were compared with the thousands of tentacles, After all, it looks a lot smaller.

  Angels stopped the attack for a while, but soon they themselves were torn into countless pieces by scarlet tentacles in the fierce battle.

  The corpses and wings fell weakly on the ground and piled up into mountains.

But just like the myths told by the Vikings, this place is like a frosty Hall of Valor. The soldiers will die, but they can still return. New thunder regiments emerge, and the angels wield spikes to split a moving forward for Adren. Blood path.

  Glorious fireworks from top to bottom, dark hatred from bottom to top.

  In the fight between blood and fire, there was an ancient solemn singing sound. When I could distinguish it carefully, I found that it was just a vague illusion. In fact, some of the people who wandered in this **** were just a humming melody.

   Monotonous, clumsy, but full of ancient years.

  Adron hummed the nameless hymn, took out one after another sharp spikes, and abandoned them high, like scattered stars.

   "We are a minority! We are lucky!"

  Thunder slashed through the scattered spikes, and in the glorious glare, a continuously constructed hand grasped the spikes tightly.

  Adelen broke free from the drag of the angels, he leaped hard and raised the nail sword high.

"go ahead!"

  He could only yell out such words, and then a surge of limbs slammed into Adren's body, blocked him, and then pressed hard against the wall.

The angels did not stop at the slightest in their actions. They swooped at high speed and escaped from attack after attack. It was also at this time that the huge tentacles began to wither and break, and among the shattered dust, the fuzzy figure fell, and he Holding the dazzling blade, shouted loudly.

"go ahead!"

  The nail sword cuts down.

  The angels carrying sharp swords rushed in along the wounds that Adron had opened before, like the huge mouth of a leap into the beast. While the blood was overflowing, one layer of another antimeme was stimulated.

  The nail sword shattered, the corpse withered, and the angels died with them.

  One after another, the living one stepped on the dead body and kept advancing.

  The power of tearing the evil exploded, destroying the monsters, destroying the nail sword, and also destroying the angels holding the sword, but they continued to wield their wings.

  Until he pierced through all the protections, he exposed the crooked, but familiar face. He was entangled by countless flesh and blood, and his scarlet eyes bloomed all around.

  Adelen fell into this core and pierced the nail sword, but the nail sword failed to penetrate the center of his eyebrows.

  The nail sword stagnated in the air, and it was hard to advance anymore.

   Adren was slightly surprised, and then smiled helplessly.

  The sins that continue endless years, the grudges that have been entangled, or the messy ideas and dreams.

  All, all in all...

  Bone spear penetrated his body, pushed him away, and finally was nailed to the wall like other angels.

   "It's so long..."

  Adelen sighed long, and his frowning brows also stretched out.

  Everything is quiet.

  Adelen stopped looking at the hideous monster, raised his head, and delicate feathers fell.

   reached out his hand and tried to pick it up, but soon, the feathers shattered one after another, held in the hand, and turned into gray dust.

  He looked over, and saw the angels fall one by one, slamming into the darkness, no more sound, waiting for a few seconds, there is no thundering.

  They seem to be dead, really dead, completely free from the reincarnation of death and rebirth.

  In the end everything ushered in dead silence.

   "Sure enough... it still doesn't work."

   Adelen said sadly, the body under him began to collapse and became the same gray, but there was still a little flesh and blood in the gray that was resisting stubbornly.

  They refused to die and refused to come.

  The ending is already doomed.

  The power is constantly reducing the erosion, destroying Roger at the same time it is also destroying Edron himself. At this moment of breaking, it is finally difficult for Edron to sustain it.

   But so, he should rest after such a long time.

  The death jail fell into a long silence, and then there was a heartbeat like a drum, and the huge wings broke open the monster's body, and then the hideous, human-like figure walked out of it.

   "Roger" glanced at Adron who was nailed to the wall, his expression did not contain any emotions, like a doll dominated by others.

  The wings spread out, and the wings flutter high.

   He smashed through the ruined gate at the top of the death cell, pierced the pillar of the furnace, and finally broke through the firework courtyard.

  Only the dying Adren and the corpses all over the ground were left.

  I don’t know how long it took, there were clear footsteps in the darkness, and someone came over and looked at Adren.

   "I'm so sorry... I lost."

  Adren’s body collapsed steadily, turning into gray and hard, and then dissipated into endless dust with the wind.

  The visitor didn't care about this at all, he approached a little, and then whispered.

  "What is so sorry about, and...who do you think you are? Savior?"

  Lorenzo laughed.

   "Isn't it?"

   Adren asked back.

  Lorenzo just smiled and shook his head without making any answer, then took the last nail sword from his hand, and a slight burning sensation came from the palm of his hand.

   "Probably, who knows," Lorenzo said uncertainly. "I'm going to make up for your mistakes now. Is there anything else I want to say?"

  Adren thought for a while, shook his head, and looked at the corpses of the angels.

   "The friends I know have died here, there is nothing to say."

   "Goodbye, then, Adren Levien."

  Lorenzo’s voice is solemn, like a praying priest, reciting the name of the dead.

  Then he left without looking back.

  Looking at the leaving figure, Adren looked slightly stunned, this guy simply couldn't do it, as if eager to kill someone, at last he couldn't help laughing, and shouted at the leaving figure.

   "I've already taken care of my net worth and life, don't let me lose everything!"

  His words were smiling and relaxed, just like a joke among friends.

   is no longer the pope, no longer the patriarch, and no longer the watchman. Adelen gave up all the shackles and responsibilities, just like an ordinary person, calmly and calmly greeted the end of everything.

   Lorenzo's response came vaguely in the darkness, but Adren did not hear him clearly, his eyes lowered, looking at the dead bodies all over the floor, with a sad expression.

   Soon, the sad expression also solidified. It turned gray, then shattered, turned into misty dust, and disappeared in the dust.

  (End of this chapter)