Ember Gun

  Chapter 674 The sun is shining

  The battle is finally over, this long, almost endless, nightmare...

  Lorenzo's gaze was slightly sluggish, and the successive antimemes had a considerable impact on him. The withered power crawled on his body, eating away at his body and will like a colony of ants.

  But this kind of pain did not make Lorenzo scream, probably because he didn't even have the strength to scream.

  He moved his body slowly, then leaned against a corner of the ruins and sat down.

  The flesh and blood on the body are squirming hard. They try to heal the wound, but the wound often ruptures again soon after it has healed.

Under the intense fierce battle, even with the protection of the flame holder, Lorenzo became bruised all over his body. After a long time, he probably eased up, inhaling and exhaling, feeling the truth of life, and the pain continued to hit. Come and tell him this is not a dream, but reality.

  He won.

   "It's finally over, Adren...and Roger."

  Lorenzo muttered in a low voice, looking at the corpse that had turned pale as plaster and was constantly collapsing.

  The scattered dust fell into the dark red stagnant water, and soon melted and disappeared, as if it had never existed before.

  Lorenzo smiled, celebrating their death and the release of this dark fate.

These two ghosts, who have been chasing each other for an unknown amount of time, finally ushered in a long-lost rest today. Lorenzo guesses that whether it is Adren or Roger, they seem to have a heart for death in the end, hoping that someone will come. Deny everything about them and let the angry soul return to peace.

  Thinking like this, he leaned gently against the bricks behind him, tried to adjust to a comfortable posture, and looked up at the sky, where a piece of bright gold collapsed.

  With the deaths of Roger and Adron, these two huge sources of erosion surrounding the old Dunling were finally eradicated, and the abnormal weather began to weaken, and it would completely recede in the near future.

  The iron curtain gathered by dark clouds continued to fall, and the golden sky gradually appeared from behind, like the mud on the mural peeling off, revealing its original magnificent appearance.

  It’s a nice weather, the sunset is red, it’s a nice afternoon, and the warm sun sets off, driving away the chill for the wet Lorenzo.

  This reminded him of the midsummer long ago, when Lorenzo fell asleep on the dilapidated sofa at the door of the house like this, and fell asleep as the sun fell.

   "You should rest."

   A soft voice rang in his ears. Upon hearing this voice, Lorenzo released the last vigilance, nodded, closed his eyes deeply, enjoying the peace after the war.

  Not far away, Watson waded through the water to deal with the final battle.

  This is a plan that will determine the direction of fate, so it must be perfect. If Adren can't kill Roger, Lorenzo will take over. If Lorenzo can't, Watson will play.

  But if possible, Watson didn't want to expose herself so early, feeling the rolling force of defeat in her body, she knew exactly where her battlefield was.

  As for now...

A blazing storm was rolled up under the mask of steel. With Watson as the source, a new round of erosion storm began to oscillate. Its speed was so fast that it spread to the whole city in a blink of an eye. The intensity was extremely high, but it was strange. , It does not last long, just like a hurricane.

   Also as the storm started, the demons covered by it stopped moving. Their closed [gap] was invaded in an instant, and then they were shattered one by one under Watson's mighty force.

  This is an extremely efficient killing. With the collapse of [Gap], countless demons fell on the battlefield and turned into godless corpses, waiting for the soldiers to beheaded.

  Watson also felt that life was dying in her own hands. She kept jumping and invading, and there were more and more deposited debris mixed in her consciousness, but just like venting her anger, she did not leave her hands.

Long before the war began, Watson was like doing this. She has the power to end all suffering, but in order to avoid Roger’s sight, she can only hide forever. Until now, all threats have been eradicated, and she stands here. Under the sun.

  【I...I saw you. 】

  A low and evil voice rang in my mind.

  Watson looked to the corner, and in the darkness where the sun could not find, in the blur, she saw the scarlet eyes open.

  She didn't respond, just let out bursts of chuckles, and then the darkness shattered and was completely replaced by the falling sunlight.

  This was expected, and Watson was not surprised.

  After all the deaths of Edron and Roger, as well as those of the watchmen, she herself is one of the surviving people in this world, one of the people closest to the end of sublimation, and the most likely to become the "road".

   "And Lawrence."

   Watson whispered.

  The plan is perfect, and in order to end all of this, it must also be perfect.

  Lawrence is already on the list of deaths. Watson still doesn't know what his condition is, but...whatever it is, it is expected.

As for herself, Watson is not worried about herself. Now she is carrying the sharpest secret sword in the world. It is so vicious that even invisible weirdness can be easily beheaded. The temptation of the unspeakable is not affected. To her.

  Kill this person, then kill another person... eradicate all threats.

After   ...As for the next thing...

   Watson thought, looking at the corner of the ruins, the dirty face that was sleeping peacefully.

  ...

   "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

  In the underground that was about to turn into ruins, the Kestrel screamed while smashing the corpses of the demon with a folding knife, breaking their bones, and crushing the flesh into filthy blood.

  He was exhausted, but still roared, venting his anger.

  Gradually, he had no energy at all. He threw the crooked jackknife aside, turned his head, and asked Galahad who was still dealing with the corpse of the demon.

   "So, is this the end?"

  Kestal asked weakly.

  For him, it was a terrible day. His mood kept going up and down, and his life was flashing back and forth between life and death.

  This feeling is worse than facing death. Facing death Kestrel can at least die calmly, but it gives you a glimmer of hope and makes you struggle with it.

   "It should be over."

  Galahad panted heavily. As a deceased, his body was deeply infested, and his high-intensity exercise was a great burden for him.

   "You should have heard it too? The scream from the soul."

   On the scarred face, there was an echo of horror. At a certain moment just now, they all felt the erosion of the expansion, which passed by at high speed, bringing the chill of death.

  The killing continued, Watson was like an invisible ghost, invading every [Gap] captured by her at high speed, completely eradicating all the demons in Old Dunling.

   "So that's the signal that the battle is over?" Kestrel leaned aside, "It's really hard..."

He looked around, there were corpses of demons everywhere. Almost all the facilities in the underground world were turned into ruins. Only the Pillar of the Furnace continued to operate, swallowing a large amount of stagnant water in the street, turning it into antimeme. The vapor of the substance overflows.

With the death of the powerful enemy, the erosion intensity of the entire old Dunling is steadily reduced under the action of the pillar of the furnace. It may be a few days, or it may be several weeks or months, and the old Dunling will always return. Normal, as if it never happened.

  "So can we rest?" Kestrel wiped the blood from his face, "This time I want to take a long vacation."

  If there is a chance, Kestrel really wants to write an autobiography, accusing these black-hearted bosses.

He walked over and helped Mei Lin. This old thing also joined the battle just now, showing everyone what an alchemy sword saint is. It's a pity that Mei Lin is a bit too old, and it seems to flash during the slashing. Waist, the whole person leaned to one side, inhaling a cold breath.

  Probably the reason for the end of the battle, the Kestrel looked at Merlin's unlucky look and couldn't help but want to laugh, until finally laughed.

  Merlin had a helpless expression. In this case, he could still laugh. Most of them were guys like Kestrel.

   "They will take you back to the ground."

Galahad waved his hand, and another group of scavengers and Cai Gong came over. They sandwiched the two in the middle of the line and opened the elevator door in the ruins. The machinery was operating slowly, shaking the area. A few people rose.

   "It's all ruined..."

  Galahad turned to look at this dilapidated underground world.

The Pump of Perpetual Motion is very fortunate. It was only invaded by demons and there was no fierce battle. So the facilities are quite complete, but it is a pity that it has become a ruin now, and the pillar of the furnace is also complete. Was partially damaged.

But the most serious of them is the scavengers’ station, which is at the bottom of the grief. As an unknown area completely isolated from outsiders’ sight, it is designated as a battlefield for decisive battles. Even if you don’t see it, Galahad knows it. , There should be completely destroyed by Roger and Adren, and because of the fighting between the two, the residual erosion there is like a river of poison.

  This poisonous river is hidden in the underground of the old Dunling. It is not safe to think about it. Coupled with the flames of war from the outside world, this time the demon really appeared in the eyes of the world.

  The more I think about Galahad, the more headache he feels. As a scavenger, this is what they are responsible for, but this time it is more troublesome than before.

  But... also good.

  As long as this long war can be ended, there is no need to rebuild these gloomy underground facilities.

  In the shadow, it belongs to the shadow.

  ...

  The elevator slowly moved upwards, and the dark vertical elevator shaft reverberated with damp water vapor and the smell of blood. Kestrel and Merlin were also covered with blood, as if they were butchers who had just slaughtered a dozen lambs with excessive bleeding.

   "I didn't expect that I would survive."

  Merlin spoke intermittently, her stiff face, trying to draw a disturbing smile.

   "Why? Are you really going to retire here?" Kestrel asked, "I don't understand you people, each of you holding weird death ambitions... Isn't it good to be alive?"

  Hearing Kestrel's complaint, Merlin only laughed hoarsely.

   "Kestrel, Kestrel."

  Merlin whispered the Kestrel's name with a sense of helplessness. This made Kestrel get goose bumps. If he weren't for Merlin, Kestrel would be prepared to throw him away and stay far away.

"what happened again?"

   "Nothing, I just think you are really interesting."

  Merlin expressed his sincere appreciation, but the Kestrel didn't want to accept this appreciation.

"It's okay, it's okay, you don't want to talk anymore," the Kestrel yelled again and again. "The last time Arthur said the same. In the end, I was half-dead by him, and I almost died here. You guys all compare each other. A black heart."

  Kestrel is like opening a chat box, complaining endlessly. He is like a talk show actor. As the elevator rises, he complains about the cleaning agency from the weekly working hours to the employee benefits.

  Merlin kept that stiff smile, and did not refute anything, quietly listening to Kestrel's words.

  This is a good complaint, at least he still has a chance to hear such a complaint.

  The elevator reached the ground, the door slowly opened, but it got stuck halfway through the opening, and the Kestrel screamed and kicked it open.

  The machinery courtyard has become a ruin, the crumbling dome shelters the burning flames and rolling molten iron.

  Kestrel supported Meilin, passed the heavy corpses, and bypassed the uncooled molten iron. They finally walked out of the broken building and stood in the misty drizzle.

  A bright golden light falls.

  It spreads evenly on the ground water, as if it is coated with a layer of brilliant gold, golden earth, golden water, golden buildings, golden sky...

  All things become brilliant, exuding a heavy glow.

   "Hey! Merlin, get up to see heaven!"

  Kestrel continued to scream, and forcefully corrected Meilin, allowing this old guy to enjoy the beautiful scenery at this moment.

  Like a comfort to the world, in this dilapidated ruin, all the corpses are like sculptures of gold. They closed their eyes, as if they didn't die, they just fell into endless sleep.

  The golden color was stirred, sparkling, some people came towards here, they were against the light, Kestrel could not see their faces a little.

   can be very fast, they are close enough.

   is the scavengers and Cai Gongs. As the place of the final battle, after the battle, they quickly rushed here to control the scene.

  Many people did not stay, they directly passed the Kestrel and Merlin, and walked into the shadows behind.

   "Doctor! Doctor!"

  Kestrel yelled, but no one paid attention to him. The fierce battle almost paralyzed the medical system. Nowadays, doctors are rarer than the living monsters.

Immediately after the Kestrel noticed something, among the walking crowd, there was a person who did not act. He stood not far away, as if watching the Kestrel. The Kestrel also looked over, and then saw a strange but familiar one. s face.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

  Kestrel screamed absentmindedly, crowing like a rooster.

  The other party shook his head helplessly. He thought that the reunion would be a sensational scene, but he forgot that the other party was the Kestrel.

  "Long time no see, Kestrel!"

   "Joe! I!"

  Kestrel yelled the name of his old friend, and then pushed away Merlin who was in the way. With the scream of the old man, the Kestrel waded all the way over.

  (End of this chapter)