Ember Gun

  Chapter 711 Torch

  There was an indescribable pain on the body, every bone seemed to be broken, and the flesh and blood were falling apart, like a snowman exposed to the sun, heading for destruction irreversibly.

  The figure outside the camp tent flashed, the fire was everywhere, and the fight never stopped.

  Anthony picked up a sharp sword, and squeezed his hands up so that he could stabilize his body so as not to fall down, panting, blood dripping continuously, soaking the ground under his feet.

  It was very painful, not only the physical pain, but also the scars engraved into the soul. They constantly detonated Anthony's nerves and tortured his mind.

Then there was exhaustion. Anthony was enveloped in a sense of exhaustion that he had never felt before, and his breathing became difficult, like a huge boulder, pressing on his chest. If it weren’t for Anthony’s strong support, he might even have a sword in his hand. Can't hold it anymore.

   "It's terrible, submissive."

  Anthony muttered, with a helpless wry smile on his face.

  Injuries and exhaustion, as well as the weight of duty, everything was imposed on Anthony, bombarding the hearts of mortals.

   "You guys... are looking at me, right?"

Anthony moved his eyes with difficulty, looking into the shadows in the camp. I don't know if it was an illusion or something. Anthony could hear the surrounding conversation, some monsters and hate things, hovering in his ears, whispering. write.

  I could see the crimson eyes in a daze, and the reverberating laughter, they peered at Anthony, waiting for the moment he collapsed.

   Anthony is strong. He can't lose yet, at least not now.

  The muscles of his body seemed to be petrified and it was difficult to drive. His eyelids couldn't help but close, wanting to fall straight down and fall asleep.

The loud explosion temporarily took away Anthony’s attention. The explosion was very close, nearby, and then the heat wave passed by, making the camp tent rustling. For a while, Anthony felt that the sky was spinning, so he tried to walk twice. Step, and then knelt down weakly, but he stubbornly slid his sword and couldn't completely fall down.

   "Under the crown, I think...I have found the answer, although I am not sure whether this is right or wrong."

  Anthony knelt down and sat down completely, thrusting his sword in front of him, praying.

  The illusory thing that Anthony has been chasing after. Now Anthony seems to have caught it and is about to hold it firmly in his hand...

  "You did not lose..."

  He took a deep breath and stood up again. This time he did not hesitate to move, as if the broken bones were recast with steel, and the price was that the healed wound was torn apart again, exuding a stench of blood.

   "So, I can't lose either."

The fundus of the eyes rose billowingly white, and the secret blood was mobilized again, and this time it was much hotter than before. The high-temperature blood rushed in the blood vessels, like hot red magma. From the wound on Anthony's body, it can even be seen. See the faint flame rising.

  Like a burning dead tree, the dry and old trunks were burning with fire. Following Anthony's actions, bursts of sparks overflowed from the wound and dissipated in the air.

  At this moment, Anthony's mood is very calm, the previous anxiety and anxiety have disappeared, just like "enlightenment".

He felt that everyone should have such a moment of "enlightenment" in their life. The person in the last second was still confused and inactive, but in the next second, at a certain moment, you seemed to know the world. Like the truth of everything, I found my mission and devoted the rest of my life to all of this.

  This feels great. For a moment, Anthony felt that his life was suddenly meaningful, and everything he did was not just in vain.

  A great sense of satisfaction surged from the bottom of my heart, even cruel death seemed to be nothing more than that at this moment.

   "Did you have this feeling at the time? Mianxia."

  Anthony muttered to himself, and he still remembers the last picture in his mind.

  Endless black mist overflowed from the well of sublimation, and the darkness was mixed with blazing white, like burning turbid gas, and the new pope split this heavy evil with one person.

At that moment, there was not much fear in Anthony's heart. He only felt that this was just a sudden accident. The new pope could settle all this. It only took him less than a few hours to kill these powerful enemies. , And then walked out of the stagnant temple slowly, calmly and calmly.

  In Anthony's heart, the new pope is so powerful, as long as he stands by your side, you will not feel fear, he is the torch, the only light in the darkness.

  Like...like the savior.

  But now the savior has fallen, and there is no light in the darkness. Anthony has fallen into incomparable despair. Those who fell with him and those desperately hacked.

   "It's time to go, savior."

  Anthony whispered, not knowing whether he was speaking to the new pope or himself.

  He drew his sword, walked towards the blazing fire, and stepped into the darkness.

  ...

   "Continue to suppress the fire, don't let a monster go!"

  Sweeney stood on the raised high slope, swinging his sword and shouting. Following his order, another round of intensive artillery fire fiercely hit the city gate.

The ancient city wall has guarded the Cathedral of Saint Nalo for countless years. It has gone through many fierce battles, but now it is crumbling under constant artillery fire, and rubble and dust are constantly falling, hitting the broken corpses. Above, fine cracks are all over the wall, maybe another round of shelling, it will completely collapse.

   "Rush up! Kill them all!"

  The artillery bombardment was over, and Sweeney shouted again.

  Heavy projectiles smashed most of the demons, but some of them survived by chance. They passed the heavy corpses and marched on the burnt ground, breaking through bursts of gunpowder.

  Sweeney has experienced the night of Holy Prophet himself, so he knows what to do now.

The suppression of the artillery fire is only temporary. They don’t have endless ammunition, and they can’t wear it arbitrarily. Instead, they have to cooperate with each other. The rain of bullets has swept the enemy’s main force. Now they need to rush forward to stop the monsters in this round. tide.

   Hearing Sweeney’s instructions, a team on the other side began to move. They were not far from the city gate. They raised their guns and fired at the figure who could still move in the dense smoke.

  The fiery bullet swept across the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain and accurately hit the monster's body, hitting them like a heavy hammer, exploding one blood hole after another.

  The artillery fire ceased, and now is the time for the Templar knights to fight. After years of change, it is no longer knives and swords that dominate the battlefield, but sophisticated firearms and gunpowder.

  The remaining demons swarmed toward the crowd, but under the bursts of gunfire, most of them were shot to death by random guns on the road, and their bodies were broken into countless pieces of flesh.

  Swino had a sullen face, everything was under control at the moment, but he was not happy at all.

The erosion will continue to spread outwards and affect people’s minds. Morale on your side cannot be so high. Sooner or later, you will fall into a rout. More importantly, you can only rely on your identity as the head of the group. Raise everyone's hope.

   "Under the crown, where are you?"

  Swinou whispered, in fact, he also faintly guessed the ending, but he did not dare to think about it. Once he thought about it in that direction, he would also fall into defeat.

  He cannot be defeated.

Now it seems that Anthony is obviously unreliable. Only Sweeney himself can hold the holy city. In any case, he can't fall. Even if it is strong, he will take these people to death and kill the demon. Consumed here.

  As for the next thing?

  Sweeney didn't think too much, he just thought about the present, not daring to imagine the dark future.

   "Alternate fire!"

  Someone commanded, the speeding bullet rain woven into a line of defense of death. After the baptism of gunfire, most of the demons lost most of their power. They stumbled, then fell, and blood shed all over the ground.

  Suddenly a blazing firework rose from the smoke of the city gate, and it was thrown high into the air, reflecting everyone's face.

  As the stars rose, Sweeney's heart was also swallowed by fear.

He still remembered that night like a nightmare. In the night of Saint’s arrival, there was also an out-of-control demon hunter who released such dazzling fireworks. He was like a scorching sun that burned through all the iron and steel under his feet. Every inch of land is turned into a pitch-black coke shell.

  The spark burst, scattered into countless stars, smashed into the position of the Templar knights, screamed again and again, the soil was overturned, and was thrown into the air with the pieces of meat.

The joy that had just risen was immediately extinguished. Most of the Templar knights were unaware of the battle of Saint's Night. Under this sudden change, everyone was stunned in place, even that endless. The gunfire also stopped at this moment.

  The battlefield is rarely silent.

  In the thick smoke, the soul-returning corpses walked out of the shattered city gate, the white fireworks attached to their bodies, and a little spark was scattered.

  Swinou stared at the front blankly. After a few seconds of pause, he gasped like a drowning man, swallowing the hot, blood-stained air into his abdomen.

   "Holy Pro Night..."

   He told in horror, sure enough, everything was still sliding in the worst direction, another nightmare, another disaster.

   "Don't panic!"

  Sweeney tried to stabilize the military spirit, but the soul corpses did not give him this opportunity.

Fireworks overflowed, one after another rushed across the battlefield, hitting the crowd, overturning the artillery and the crowd, breaking them into pieces. Some people survived, but the fire was burning and they were wailing in pain. , Stepped into death.

  The screams continued, and death was repeated.

  More soul-returning corpses walked out of the thick smoke, dense iron armor draped on them, some people tried to fight back, the bullets fell on the iron armor and were bounced randomly, and even scratches were not left.

  Their faces are wrapped in hideous visors, and the iron twists and crawls on their bodies, like wild thorns and cold poisonous snakes. They wrap their bodies and turn them into deadly weapons.

  Swinou was completely stunned. He began to understand Anthony's fear. The endless battles he had imagined before, also disappeared before the cruel reality.

  His hands were trembling, and there was a whimper in his throat. He tried hard to say something, whatever it was, but he was as if his throat was strangled by an invisible big hand, and he couldn't make a sound.

  Sure enough, he is just a mortal, and he will shrink back before facing fear beyond his cognition.

The formation began to scatter. The Templar knights at the forefront had already exchanged fire with the soul-returning corpses. The bullets had no effect on these extremely resilient monsters. The distance was getting closer and closer. Driven by instinct, they pulled out. Draw a long sword and slash at the enemy.

   Slaughter, this is a one-sided slaughter.

  The Templar knights lost their helmets and unarmed, and it was impossible to stop the advance of the soul corpses.

  They need a direction, and someone needs to encourage them and order them.

  A beacon, a torch, and a light that chopped up the darkness.

  They looked at Sweeney, and looked at him almost imploringly, hoping that he could do something to become the light in the hearts of the Templar knights before this dark fate.

  But what they don't know is that Sweeney is also thirsting for all of this. The soul-returning corpses are like advancing city walls. Every step forward, countless people will be crushed, and at the same time, the suppressed fear will be spread.

  Who... who will save them, save them from this fear.

Suddenly the dark night sky brightened again, and another stream of fire rose, but this time it rose from the position of the Templar knights, and then slammed on the path of the soul-returning corpses, temporarily retreating. Them.

  Sweeney looked at the place where the fire was rising. Someone came, and the Templar knights stepped aside to reveal the radiant light.

  For an instant, Sweeney’s breathing stopped. He looked at it in disbelief, his horrified eyes gradually being swallowed by the rising fireworks.

   "Don't be afraid, don't fear them."

  The firm and steady voice echoed, and the narrator didn't use too much force, but it was so clear that even the roar and explosion could hardly overcome it.

The demon hunters were holding nail swords and guarding him, and the Templar knights passing by also put down their swords and bowed to him. For a time, the fear and darkness disappeared, and only the silent glow was left. The mind swallowed by darkness.

  He walked up to Gaopo, and finally stood beside Sweeney.

  "If you need a sword, then I am the thunder that cuts everything off. If you need a shield, I am the wall that cuts off disasters. If you need fireworks, then I will be the torch to dispel the darkness."

  Listening to his voice, Sweeney was sluggish for a long time, then slowly knelt down and offered his sword.

Seni Lotaire...or Anthony. He took Sweeney’s sword and raised it high. Everyone’s eyes looked at it. Anthony saw them too. His power spread at this moment. The biggest, put this false disguise into everyone's eyes.

  The secret blood was agitated, almost burning Anthony's internal organs. He thought this was the most powerful power he had released in his life, perhaps the last time, but it didn't matter.

  They need a torch, then Anthony becomes a torch, and they need a new pope, then he is the new pope.

  Struggling to raise the sword, the new pope said loudly.

   "The Royal Driver's Conquest!"

  Countless swords were lifted up, like a dense forest of swords, the cold metal reflected the white flames, and they responded.

   "The Royal Driver's Conquest!"

  (End of this chapter)