Ember Gun

  Chapter 706 The Disaster [Thanks to Ererxi’s Leader]

   "He... are they monsters now?"

  Nord raised the blade, threatening the approaching crowd.

"What do you think?"

Samuel also got up from the ground, drew out the spikes, and stood back to back with Nord, surrounded by ferocious people. They picked up what could be used as weapons, looking fiercely, squeezing the two of them. Living space.

  "They are not like monsters..."

  Nord said uncertainly. Although these people are ferocious at the moment, they still have a human form, which is very different from the monsters in the nightmare.

  “Sometimes you have to understand one thing, Nord, whether it’s a monster or not, you don’t have to rely on appearance to judge.”

  A faint whiteness rose from the bottom of Samuel's eyes, his tone was cold, with a deadly chill.

   "They are already monsters, they are just disguised as humans."

  Nord did not respond, but repeatedly released the hilt, and then clenched it again, squeezing it hard, not allowing any gap between his palm and the hilt.

This is part of the reason why the demon hunters do not like to be with ordinary people. The two ways of thinking are completely different. The latter will be left with human cowardice at any time, facing fear, and having humanoid struggles. And these In the heart of the demon hunter, it has been continuously eliminated, only a trace of it is still faintly haunting it.

  "Do you understand? No..."

  Samur wanted to continue to persuade him, but before he could call Nord’s name, he heard a low growl, and Nord swung his sword and slashed over.

   is worthy of being a commander of thousands. He has sharp methods, superb swordsmanship, and hardly any unnecessary movements. Every sword slashed at the fatal part of the human body and quickly took the enemy's life.

   Blood was splashed, but Samuel was stunned this time. He didn't expect Nord to be so receptive. He thought that there would be a plot of psychological resistance between the two, but the guy chopped up without saying a word.

   "You guys are not bad!"

  Samuel cheered, while blazing fireworks spewed out, the nail sword slashed, and a blazing flame curtain swept down a large crowd.

   "How do you think I survived that night?"

  Nord responded in a deep voice, perhaps because of the immersion of blood. At this moment, he is like two people.

  Scarlet smeared in the silver-white armor, flowing through the reliefs and dents, breathing heavily, with the rise and fall of the chest, it seems that the armor and his flesh and blood have grown together and lived together.

   "So are you going to drive these people out?"

  Nord raised the gun and slashed while firing.

   "Yes, if I can, I even want to start a massacre here, without leaving one, but unfortunately I don't have that ability."

  Samur replied cruelly, the corpse burned in a raging fire, and burned into an empty shell in front of him.

   Out of sight, he noticed these fallen corpses, and Nord couldn't help sighing inwardly about the power of the Demon Hunter.

As a commander of thousands, he is considered one of the best in the Templar Knights. Compared with the Demon Hunter, he deeply feels his powerlessness, but think about it, he is facing a mortal battlefield. , And the Demon Hunter faces the battlefield of hell.

  "This is like a spreading epidemic. The best solution is to kill it from the source!"

  The two lost their horses. In order to rush away from the rioting crowd, Samuel walked ahead and opened the way with flames.

  "Unfortunately, we currently do not have the ability to kill the source, so we can only block all transmission channels!"

   "Actually, I think it is impossible to block the way."

  Nord probably understood what Samuel meant, and his attitude towards this was very negative.

   "I think so. We all underestimated this disaster. I thought that there would be no problems here before the line of defense collapsed!"

  Samur raised his head and looked into the distance. One after another, the signal flare rose into the sky, illuminating the dark night.

The demon hunters headed by Antony are stationed at the Cathedral of St. Nalo. Only when they are defeated, the threat of the demons will spread to the place of the seven hills, triggering the battle of the knights. Now the disaster has spread to the outside of the city and spread. It is only a matter of time to reach Fei Lengcui. Without the assistance of the Demon Hunter, Samuel didn't think how long the Templar Knights could last.

  This may be the largest wave of monsters in the record. The hideous minions will tear everything along the way to pieces.

   "How many defenders are there in Feilengcui?"

  Samur shouted to Nord.

"Not much, the main force is guarded outside the holy city. Only me and a few other commanders are responsible for the evacuation! After all, this is the time to evacuate the crowd, not fighting the enemy. Why do you need so many people? ."

"No, even if this is the case, you need to have troops to guard Fei Lengcui..." Noord's words made Samuel's heart sink. He thought of something, "Unless Fei Lengcui was given up at the beginning, everyone Never fight with the idea of ​​being able to win."

  He slowed down, and finally stopped. Looking back, the mob was swarming up to surround him, and the darkness was overwhelming like a tide.

   "So where are the others?"

   Samuel asked.

   "Piazza Medici!"

  Nord yelled. He tried to look up to see where he was, but he was surrounded by dark crowds, like being caught in a dark whirlpool.

  "Piazza Medici..."

   Samuel recalled, while leaping high and crushing a large crowd, he searched for the direction of the square.

The Medici family has a strong influence in Fei Lengcui, and such influence reached its peak in Lorenzo Medici. He not only holds extraordinary theocracy, but also has a huge civil power. Influence.

Samuel didn’t know much about Lorenzo Medici. He only knew that with Lorenzo Medici’s funding, Fei Lengcui gave birth to many artists, and various artistic creations continued to appear. Rejuvenated in this city.

Many people suspect that his purpose is impure, but it turns out that Lorenzo Medici may really just like art and painting. For those artists who are funded by him, he never asks for anything in return, the only thing that counts is. The reward is probably some paintings named by Lorenzo Medici.

For this reason, Lorenzo Medici has been dead for many years, but there are still many people who commemorate and respect him, thanking him for their emotion and kindness, and set up a bronze statue for him, and the square where the bronze statue is located, It is called the Medici Square.

   "Follow me! Nord!"

  Samur opened the few people in front of him as he spoke, and then rushed into the shop on the corner. The dark crowd behind was resisted by the building, and the pressure was much less for a time.

Nord followed with a staggering pace. Compared with the demon hunters, mortals still lacked enough physical strength, but he did not dare to stay. In this short period of time, he had noticed the changes in these people, first crazy, and then completely lost. Reasonably, Nord could even see the fangs and claws exposed on them.

  He didn't dare to look back to confirm these, and could only follow Samuel's steps. The demon hunter in front of him burned with blazing fireworks and became the only light in the darkness.

  Nord could hear other people's hacking and killing. The soldiers and templars scattered around the street also realized that the situation was not good. This was not an ordinary riot, but a madness after being eroded.

They tried to protect themselves, but under the oppressive crowd, they were easily dissolved like snowflakes falling on the water, and disappeared among the crowded people. When these heavy steps passed, only the ground was left. The tattered armor and the ground all the ground meat.

Such scenes are happening in every corner of Feilengcui. People who have not had time to evacuate hide in the shadows of houses, blocking the gate with all the things that can be used, and those who fled throw away their luggage one after another. Just because they could escape faster, they rushed into the dark wilderness and ran in the direction of the stars.

  In their hearts, the inexplicable fear became stronger and stronger, and even at a certain moment, they could see the scarlet eyes in the dark, peeping at each of them.

The impact of erosion is worse than what Samuel expected. It will continue to radiate to the periphery, like a giant invisible storm. First, the emerald, then the surrounding areas, and even the entire Holy Evangelical Papal kingdom will be plunged into darkness. .

Samuel broke through the barriers and walked through the dense buildings to avoid the crowds on the street... No, it is no longer suitable to describe them as humans at this moment. It is better to treat them as monsters. A completely alienated monster.

  It is not that he is incapable of confronting these monsters head-on, but Samuel needs to retain his physical strength, he needs to live, because he promised Anthony.

  The secret blood boiled little by little, and his whole body was hot, almost burning completely.

   "Come on!"

   Samuel turned to run towards the stairs, and Nord could only pant and follow behind him laboriously.

   "It's so young to be young..."

Looking at Samuel’s swift figure, Nord could only sigh helplessly. He was not young anymore. The successive hacks made him feel that his body was too heavy, but he couldn’t stop. Now stop. Just wait to die.

   "It has nothing to do with youth... I call this source of power secret blood."

  Samur's head poked out from the stairwell and said to Nord.

   "Secret blood? Do I still have a chance to get something that?"

  Nord asked, peeling off the buttons and laces on his body. Repeated several times, he irritably pierced the gap in the armor with his sword blade, slid it open, and took off the burden on his body.

   Lost his protection, but Nord also eased a lot, not to mention that he felt that this degree of armor could not stop the monsters from violently attacking.

  The two turned up the roof from the window. The building group is still dense, and the height difference is not too much. With their physical fitness, they can easily climb over.

   "Oh my God..."

  Standing on a high place, the evening breeze hit Nord’s face, but he could not feel the coolness, the wind was full of scorching heat and blood.

Looking around, the entire emerald green is like a place of seven hills, falling into endless fireworks. The streets everywhere are full of alienated people. They are hoarse, destroying things around them, and some soldiers are still resisting. , They hid in the narrow alleys to reduce the great pressure, but there are countless enemies outside the alleys, and their defenses will be defeated sooner or later.

  The screams echoed between the cities, and Nord did not dare to continue watching.

   "The square is just ahead, let's go."

  Samur judged a lower position, and his voice did not carry any emotion.

   "No, does this make sense?" Nord asked.

"I don't know, but I don't want to wait for death. Is this okay?" Samuel replied rationally. He walked to the edge of the house, ready to jump up, "There are still a large number of Templars in the square, although It's just a group of mortals, but if you make good use of it, you can at least open up a stronghold in this dead city."

   "We must resist to the end, Nord."

  Samuel said, crossing the gap between the houses, standing on the other side, looking back at Nord, Nord did not speak, but slowly backed up until the figure disappeared into the darkness.

He paused for a while, turned around, and prepared to move on alone, but suddenly there was a rapid sound of footsteps behind him, the sound getting closer and louder, and Samuel turned his head and saw only a dark shadow. Flashed in front of him... and then fell.

"Wow!"

  Nord let out a scream, the gap was still a bit too wide for him, and when he was about to fall, Samuel caught him.

   "Can't you just say it?"

   Samuel gritted his teeth and tried to lift Nord up.

   "I thought I could skip it."

  Nord said in fear, saying so, but he still wanted to compare with Samuel, after all, he was also a thousand-foot-chief, but the facts proved that the Demon Hunter was indeed powerful.

   Samuel's tense expression, because Nord's words actually produced a little slack, if he changed the situation, he felt that he might be able to laugh.

   turned around and continued to walk through the eaves. They were very close to the square, and the sobbing roar and the miserable wailing gradually became clear.

Clouds of burning red smoke rose, passing through the dense smoke, and the sound of mixed hatred became clearer, and there were bright fire lights all around. They were like wildly growing vines, hollowing out building after building and burning them. Grey wreckage.

  Nord followed the figure in front of him, in a daze, he even felt that he had passed through the “door” at a certain moment just now, the gate between reality and hell, and now he was in a **** nightmare.

"what happened?"

   Samuel stopped suddenly, and Nord followed, stood side by side with Samuel, and fell into the same silence.

  This silence continued for a long time, until Samuel pulled out the nail sword and said softly.

  "It’s fine for you to stay here, Nord, it’s just a meaningless death to follow."

   "What about you? Didn't you die?" Nord asked back.

   "Me? I am different, I am a witcher."

   "Demon hunter? What is the difference between the hunter? I killed several demon hunters in the night of Saint Lin... Of course it was a siege."

  Hearing this, Samuel smiled, and then stretched out his hand helplessly.

   "Samur."

  "It's nice to meet you, Samuel," Nord also stretched out his hand and shook hands with Samuel, "If we met at another time, I will definitely buy you a drink."

   "It's a pity, it seems that I can only die with you now."

Nord mumbled and looked forward. The familiar square of Medici had become a blood hell. The statues erected on the side were shattered. The heads of the angels were smashed, leaving only the headless corpses, right in the center. The bronze statue of Lorenzo Medici is still standing, but now it has been dyed a scarlet color.

  The corpses were all over the ground, and the only remaining Templar knights formed an array with difficulty to resist the attackers, and the attackers were all red, with fangs and claws, in groups.

  (End of this chapter)