Ember Gun

  Chapter 715 Request and Price [Thanks to Dimo ​​Gogan’s Silver League]

  The place of seven hills, the Cathedral of Saint Nalo.

  Here is the root of disaster, the core of endless fireworks and death, like a vortex that is constantly collapsing, dragging countless lives into the dark and deep abyss.

Lawrence walked among the dilapidated streets and wandered around the burning ruins of the Cathedral of Saint Nalo. He could feel the erosion that was rolling like a sea tide. Their intensity was terrifying, but strangely, they reached a peak. After that, everything quieted down instead.

  Yes, silence, absolute silence.

Under this incalculable erosion, all life will wither, and what is left will be a quiet desolation, like a storm roaring on the sea, here is the eye of the storm, and the frightening silence is permeated. In this land.

   "It's all ruined."

  Lawrence’s voice was filled with nostalgia, and he kicked the broken sculpture away at will.

In addition to its religious factors, St. Nalo Cathedral is also a great work of art. Countless craftsmen have carved and painted along this church for hundreds of years. It preserves the noble and holy artistic pursuits of human beings. , But now it has become filthy, entangled with fireworks.

   Looking down at the broken face, Lawrence lifted his foot and smashed the stone sculpture completely, leaving only a spot of gray powder.

  Lawrence has no sense of art.

"You should be sad to think about it? After all, most of the things left here were done with your funding," Lawrence missed his old friend, and then there was a helpless smile in his voice, "Fortunately, you are dead. I can't see these anymore."

   Leisurely drew out a spiked sword, the tip of the sword dropped to the ground, and as Lawrence moved forward, it left a shallow scratch on the ground, cutting away the dust and gravel, like a scar carved on the ground.

  He walked towards the Cathedral of San Nalo, getting closer and closer, and the nail sword in his hand trembled slightly.

  It was not the hand holding the sword that trembled, but the ground under his feet. Lawrence could feel the resistance from the sword, and it was quickly like cutting into steel, which was difficult to move.

   "Has it spread here?"

   Lawrence muttered to himself, using force and lifting the sword, the touch of steel was easily torn, and blood spewed out, like Koizumi's gurgling non-stop.

  The blood drenched Lawrence's body, staining the silver iron surface into a wild and weird appearance. He lowered his head slightly and saw the flesh and blood squirming under the scars of the earth.

As the nail sword cuts open the earth, under the broken bricks, there is no longer solid soil, but masses of wriggling flesh and blood. The fine blood vessels wind around like a snake, encumbering the soil and bricks. Together, like a kind of fungus blanket.

  The blood kept oozing out, but the wound cut by the nail sword soon healed, and the flesh and blood grew like plants.

  Lawrence raised the nail sword, preparing to stab it again, suddenly the ground beneath his feet swelled and shattered.

The big scarlet tentacles bounced up and spread along the blanket of flesh and blood, and rolled towards Lawrence. Lawrence did not panic, waved his nail sword calmly, and easily tore it apart. In an instant, the tentacles broke into countless The clear fragments, mixed with viscous scarlet liquid, spilled over the ground.

  The earth is alive.

The blood did not stay on the surface for too long. It was pulled by some kind of suction, and it soon infiltrated the ground. Lawrence slowly turned his head, and saw one after another tentacles curled up from the surrounding ground, and the ends were cracked. It blooms like a flower, but there are spirally extending sharp teeth in the flower core. Once captured, these countless sharp teeth will easily chew bones and flesh and blood.

   "The Scarlet Earth."

  Lawrence whispered softly, he was not afraid, but because of the step-by-step realization of the prediction, he fell into a strange fanaticism.

   Blazing fireworks ignited under the steel mask, and dense armor covered him layer by layer. The sharp edges and corners were superimposed together, and he was like being entangled by countless iron-grey giant snakes.

  The nail sword swings, without too much skill, just the power to destroy the rock and the mountain, and the speed of the thunder.

  Under the blessing of this extraordinary power, Lawrence’s sword strike is like carrying some kind of supreme decree, as long as the sword is out, it will be cut.

The cold light flickered beside Lawrence, and the tentacles that were close together slammed on Lawrence's body at the next moment, but before they completely touched Lawrence, narrow cracks appeared on them, tightly. Then the cracks shattered, scattered into countless pieces and blood stains.

   Lawrence stepped forward on the broken flesh, he probably understood why it was so dead here.

Something...something disgusting and disgusting crawled out of the well of sublimation. Not only that, it is still corrupting the land, turning the land, buildings, and all living things in the area into its body. Part of.

  So the land is occupied by flesh and blood, all living things are killed, and it merges with it, and in absolute silence, only it is left to breed and corrupt in the dark.

   "Sure enough."

  Lawrence looked at the corner exposed by the broken building. On the sections of the masonry, there were densely packed blood vessels, and those sections were still creeping slowly, as if following the beating of the heart.

He stepped forward again, and for a moment a huge sense of crisis enveloped Lawrence. Before he could make too many movements, countless bone spurs protruded from the bulging flesh and blood. They dig up the ground like wild thorns. Grow up to your heart's content.

  The **** of bones under his feet, a flash of light flashed past, and all the bone spurs protruding under his feet were broken.

  This is not a cut, it's more like being hit by a huge force, the fracture is jagged like a canine tooth, with crushed gray powder.

  Even now, Lawrence still maintains an absolutely powerful posture, bursts of fireworks overflowing from the gaps in the armor, his radiance is brilliant, but this kind of glow is quickly blocked.

  The ground was no longer solid, it became soft and deceitful, and the ground covered with broken bone spurs began to sink, like a predator buried under the surface, capturing Lawrence who stepped on a trap.

  He tried to break free, but the scarlet ground around him came up with dense bone spurs, like a big mouth that opened out of thin air, completely swallowing Lawrence, as well as covering him with the flames of his body.

  Bone spurs are like a thousand swords, coming from all directions, and as Lawrence is swallowed, they are constantly scratching his dense iron armor, bursting out heavy sparks, and the sharp rubbing sound.

  Lawrence tried to swing the sword, but the space was compressed to the extreme in an instant, and there was no room for him to swing the sword. He was firmly imprisoned, and he could only witness the last ray of light, being swallowed by the scarlet earth.

Looking from a distance, I saw a huge scarlet egg standing on the surface. The flesh and blood on the surface were still squirming. At the same time, there were small tentacles swaying slightly, and the sound of crushing teeth came from it. It came as if this scarlet egg was chewing something, a stream of viscous plasma mixed with fleshy debris, dripping from the gap of the scarlet egg.

After another period of time, the Scarlet Egg calmed down. It began to collapse and become flattened. It pulled the surrounding bricks and filled the body. The camouflage was no different from ordinary ground, except for the remaining bone residue. And the mud, there are some silvery, indigestible iron, which means that an unlucky ghost died here just now.

  Here is dead again, as if nothing happened.

  The sound of footsteps shattered the silence.

   "Oh, is that so?"

  A familiar voice came from the shadows, and another Lawrence came slowly. The pain just stayed in his consciousness. He turned his head vigorously to relieve the pain that did not exist above the physical body.

   "How can a monster like you be willing to hunt passively...so you haven't gotten out of trouble, are you?"

  Lawrence analyzed that although he was fanatical, he still retained reason, and he was also prepared to use his reason to maximize his expertise.

  With the madness of the unspeakable, once it gets out of trouble, it will only pull everyone into that grand sublimation, instead of just being entangled here, using clumsy camouflage and flesh and blood to hunt down all those close to it.

  It is not attacking, but defending.

  "What are you afraid of? Death? Can a guy like you understand the concept of ‘death’?"

  Lawrence wondered, but soon he gave up thinking about it.

  Compared with wild guesses, all Lawrence needs now is practice, and he has many opportunities for trial and error.

   Draw out the nail sword, lift it high, inhale and exhale, and then let out a sky-shaking roar.

   More footsteps sounded under the roar, smashing the dead silence, and plunged the quiet world into crazy restlessness.

  The darkness burned.

  The dense, white light spots light up together, they are connected into a piece, like cumulus clouds burning red in the setting sun.

One figure after another, holding the nail sword, passed by Lawrence, silently rushing towards the heavy blockades in front of them, the secret blood rolling in their bodies, each of them is a potential monster, favored by the secret blood Crazy husband.

  They are the Legion, it is Lawrence.

The ground trembled, like an earthquake, and immediately before the land collapsed and swelled, one after another huge flesh and blood tentacles appeared like the roots of giant trees, they twisted and stretched, facing the attacking. Legion.

  Lawrence brought the Legion, brought the war.

  He watched from a distance, watching the other himself being killed by tentacles.

  It's like a crazy, weird, deformed show, a monster crawling out of a nightmare, killing himself repeatedly, and Lawrence is not afraid, but appreciates it with interest.

  He watched how far he could go. In this crazy trial and error, Lawrence died again and again, feeling the painful scar, and found the only right way from countless mistakes.

  A faint line appeared on the chaotic battlefield. It bypassed one obstacle after another, and there were corpses on the road.

  Lawrence stepped forward and shot out like an arrow.

  Several scarlet shadows swept up, with sharp bone spurs, and stared at Lawrence the moment he moved. They followed Lawrence's figure closely, like the death **** wielding a sickle, bringing the sound of howling wind.

It feels terrible. Lawrence keeps stepping and he can’t even look back for the tentacled figure. He knows very well that as long as his pace is slightly slower for a moment, these twisted flesh and blood will follow him and drag him. Here.

  The fact is indeed the case. All the land that Lawrence swept over collapsed in an instant, and dense bone spurs pierced out of the cavernous caverns, trying to catch this swift figure.

  Death, death followed by death.

  In this short moment of Lawrence's advancement, several more died in trial and error, and the pain passed, but Lawrence has long been accustomed to such a heavy pressure.

  The wind rubbed the ears, and the whistling sound was like cutting the throat, and the tip of the nose was surrounded by a sticky stench.

  Lawrence was almost at the end, billowing fireworks were about to explode in his body, but the dazzling light lasted for only a moment, and then disappeared like a flash of light.

He stopped. Under the burning fire, several pale and sharp bone spurs penetrated his thighs and continued to extend. From bottom to top, they pierced Lawrence's hipbone, and then the abdomen, piercing the internal organs. A big hole broke the ribs and pierced out of the chest.

The bone spurs shrank suddenly, and Lawrence’s body seemed to have lost a pillar. It slumped down, like a broken water bag. The scarlet overflowed uncontrollably, dripping all over the ground, and then was swallowed by the scarlet earth and changed. Became its nourishment.

The broken head was crooked, he was not completely dead, he could feel the almost numb pain coming from his body, being crushed inch by inch into fleshy flesh, squeezing every cent of blood, twisting it into blood stains. …

  This "death experience", which is enough to easily drive a person crazy, is playing out in Lawrence's consciousness, and in all Lawrence's consciousness.

  The endless pain overlapped, and then the broken cheeks showed a smile.

   "I... saw you."

  He stared at the illusory scarlet eyes, his voice hoarse.

   "My meat is not so easy to eat."

  The voice fell, the restless earth stagnated for a few seconds, the tentacles hovered in the air, and the swept bone spurs also stalemate, and then the scarlet flesh and blood shone with light, crystal clear like a ruby, and the blood vessels in it were faintly visible.

  Burning.

  In an instant, the raging fire burned the scarlet earth, and the gnawed corpses, like the blazing sun, burst with burning afterglow, and dragged everything into the blazing **** in an instant.

The tentacles were waving frantically, trying to get rid of the flames, but the pure flames were attached to it. Its vigorous waving would only expand the fire. In the brilliant flames, the fallen corpses also wriggled, and under the mutilated limbs, The same bone spurs and fangs bulged, and the fire gnawed the flesh and blood close at hand.

  All that are alive, all belong to the flames.

  The screams of whimpering echoed, accompany this grand death.

  The withered body in the flames slowly stood up.

  Critical breakthrough, this is very simple for Lawrence who has obtained the certificate of sublimation. It is also very simple to demonize and burn one after another.

  Yes, it’s all very simple. He has paid the price, and he deserves the authority he needs.

   Distortion and distortion of consciousness, infinitely approaching the end of sublimation.

   "If you want to kill a demon, you have to become another demon."

  In the blazing sea of ​​fire, such a voice echoed, and then one after another similar figures walked out of the sea of ​​fire, stepping on the burnt to gray ground, and ascending the stairs turned into ruins.

  　Thanks to Dimo ​​Kogan for his silver alliance, thank you boss, boss is magnificent (woke up in the morning, I thought I was sleepy, it was an illusion.)

  (End of this chapter)