Ember Gun

  Chapter 722 Advance

  Return to the soul corpse...or to say, the demon hunters of the past, the dead, and the past generations.

In order to strictly control the spread of erosion, the Silver Bound Bolt is implanted in the body of the Demon Hunter, tracking the position of the Demon Hunter, and like a bomb, always vigilant for the boiling of the secret blood, melting down when necessary, and will lose control. The witcher killed.

  This is a perfect setting, but people still don’t feel safe. For this reason, they regard the Well of Sublimation as the final destination of the demon hunters. All the dead will eventually be thrown into it and become one with the darkness.

  Draw the power of secret blood from the well of sublimation, and return them after death.

  The Well of Sublimation is not only the secret guards, but also the cage for the unspeakable. Many years later, it also became the final cemetery of the demon hunters.

  Now, the demon hunters who should have been sleeping have come back to life again, turned into crazy soul-returning corpses, dominated by the unspeakable, and stepped into the battlefield.

Under the influence of the unspeakable, these corpses have not been corrupted for thousands of years, but are connected to the huge mass of flesh and blood. Under the pale skin, faint, blue blood vessels can be seen. , As if these talents had just died.

  The secret blood boils in the body, reactivating the silent body. With the blessing of this power, the dead corpses even give people a faint illusion of a living thing...

  No, in fact they are alive, their flesh and blood are constantly squirming and multiplying, their bodies are still there, but their consciousness has long been annihilated in the long years.

  The soul corpses wore quite ancient costumes. The unspeakable ones protected their bodies, but failed to protect these clothes, as did the broken spikes.

  Looking at these guys, Lorenzo still has a strange illusion, as if time is intertwined here, the past and the present are opened up, Lorenzo has passed thousands of years, swinging his sword at his predecessors.

  It doesn’t feel good, and it’s not bad. It just makes people sigh that it’s so long.

  The war that has continued to this day since that forgotten history.

  Fortunately, all this is almost over, whether it is winning or losing.

  Thinking about this, the surroundings were trembling violently, and the tremor like an earthquake continued to hit, interrupting Lorenzo's thinking.

Hot air waves hit Lorenzo continuously from the front. If he were an ordinary person, he would have been overturned by the impact. When he looked up, Lorenzo could only see the glare. The moving figure could faintly hear the sound of metal tearing flesh and blood, and then the stench of blood overflowed the tip of his nose.

   "They also have power!"

  Lorenzo followed Lawrence and reminded him loudly, but it seemed that Lawrence ignored himself.

  Think about it, he is an absolute strong, and the enemy has no power. For Lawrence, it is just the difference between one more slash and two more slashes.

  The corpses were all over the field, blood was flowing all over the ground, and what was even more frightening was that Lawrence was not alone, it was Lawrence who were hacking and killing the soul-returning corpses that were constantly pouring out.

   "His legion is now, is there only these people left?"

  Lorenzo is not eager to join the battlefield, anyway, Lawrence is always strong, let him open the road first, there is no problem.

   [Not sure...but I think it is more likely that the legion is all worn out. 】

   Watson's voice resounded in his mind.

  The flame bearer can be regarded as a big guy. The sturdy steel is burning with blazing fireworks. Compared with the soul-returning corpses, it looks more like a demon crawling out of hell.

   "Why?" Lorenzo asked inexplicably.

  【He is familiar with these things, at least far more familiar than us. 】

In Watson’s sight, Lawrence was simply a superb butcher. These demon hunters who had come back to life could not pose any threat to him. He could easily resolve the deadly attack as if he had seen through all the moves of the other party. , And then took out the sword and cut off the opponent's head, as if Lawrence had killed hundreds of monsters like these things before encountering these monsters.

   "Did the legion push all the way from the ground?"

   Lorenzo exclaimed, only then did he remember the difference in the way the two rushed.

  With the assistance of the Ship Toward Dawn, Lorenzo surpassed the obstacles on the surface and reached here easily, but Lawrence did not have such assistance. He could only advance all the way from the surface and spread the flames of war until he reached the end.

  【It looks like this. 】

   Before the sound fell, the flame bearer turned abruptly, and a whistling wind was set off. The iron feathers scratched each other, bursting out harsh buzzing.

At the moment when the flame bearer acted, Lorenzo also waved his nails. Although the two looked casually chatting, their vigilance never dropped by half. They were more like protection than watching Lawrence open the way. Lawrence is immune to the surprise attack of the enemy.

"coming!"

  Lorenzo shouted, and the hot blood engulfed Lorenzo and the flame bearer like a torrential rain.

  Returning to the soul corpse is just a feint, the real threat is this huge monster that is integrated with the building.

  The surrounding solid buildings softened, and the scarlet tentacles swayed, covered with small, pale teeth. They had planned for a long time. They attacked from all directions, and for a moment, only crimson was left in the field of vision.

  At the moment they attacked, Lorenzo and the Flamebearer's counterattack also began.

The body of steel didn't care about the slamming of the tentacles, and the iron feathers who fought back, like a thousand swept sword blades, chopped countless tentacles to pieces, but the frightening scene was also there. This happened at this time.

The sections of the tentacles squirmed violently. They were divided into two and two into four, turning into more dense tentacles wrapped in iron feathers, pulling it hard, but soon a white firework rose. , They burned all of them, but the powerful regenerative ability made the threats follow.

   "Rounding, are we in the mouth of this monster?"

  Lorenzo cut off the tentacles rising from the ground with a sword, kicked his feet vigorously, and shook off the red lines that had been entangled in his legs.

  【If you are willing to use your whimsical ideas to break the situation, I will be very happy. 】

While Watson spoke, the flame bearer grabbed Lorenzo, shot the hooks forward, and moved quickly. With the departure of the two, the long and empty promenade began to collapse one by one, accurately saying "closed." ".

  Just like Lorenzo described, inside the building, they are equivalent to being in the mouth of a monster. Now it is chewing vigorously, trying to crush the small bugs that have sneaked into its body.

  The space for activity is squeezed rapidly. Lorenzo may have the power to cut everything, but the premise is that he has room to swing his sword.

   "Get out of the way! Lawrence!"

  Lorenzo yelled at the fighting figure ahead.

"which one!"

   Lawrence responded. At this moment, there are more than a dozen Lawrence fighting with the soul-returning corpses. It is not clear which one Lorenzo is calling.

   Hearing such a response, Lorenzo only felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity for a time, but he felt the bursts of blood coming from behind and the rapid collapse. He felt that these were nothing but that.

  After all, no matter how absurd, it is nothing more than this living building.

   "The one at the front!"

  Lorenzo shouted, and Lawrence at the forefront of the battlefield also jumped up at this moment, and separated from the corpse who was fighting with him.

  The Huihun corpse was dressed in dense iron armor, but under Lawrence's fierce attack, the armor on his chest was split open, exposing a huge bloodstain.

The flame bearer threw dense iron feathers. These steels, which are feathers to the flame bearer, are sharp swords in contrast to the human body. They pierced through the air and slashed along Lawrence. The opened gap hit, protruding from the back, and the huge force carried on it pushed the soul corpse back, causing it to fall backward uncontrollably.

   "Quick! Hit the tunnel road!" Lawrence shouted, "The bottom of the Silent Temple is the barrier of the Holy Silver. These flesh and blood cannot assimilate there. That will be our last foothold."

   "You don't need to say, I know it too!"

  Lorenzo lost the mentality of watching the show before, holding two swords, and slashing the soul-returning corpses along the way.

  Most of the soul-returning corpses were not his opponents. Before the extreme high temperature erupted, Lorenzo's head was cut off, and the blurred vision could not hinder him, because he had never faced these monsters squarely.

As for the undead flesh and blood, it’s better to deal with it. The flameholder tore their bodies into several pieces and then toss them up high. No matter how powerful the undead power, it takes time to heal, and before it is healed, Lorenzo has rushed forward too much.

  The only thing that will bring obstacles is the solid iron armor. Lorenzo often has to hit a position several times to completely defeat it.

  "Are these things unkillable!"

  Lorenzo cursed, as he progressed, more and more soul-returning corpses, almost endless.

  "Do you think that in the history of the Demon Hunter Order, there were very few demon hunters who died? Their bodies have long been piled up with the Well of Sublimation!"

   Lawrence responded, as the former headmaster, he has a great say on this point.

"In the era when demons were rampant, the demon hunters were just weapons that were worn out. The demon hunters sect dropped a large number of corpses into the well every day. Only with this kind of sacrifice can we take back the sane world from the hands of the demon. "

  While speaking, a few more mottled spikes stabbed, and they caught the gap where Lawrence was slashing. This time he was defenseless.

  The expected penetration did not happen, but a few crisp iron sounds, and then the mottled nail sword broke.

The dark and dense iron armor envelops Lawrence. He is infinitely approaching the end of sublimation. He holds many powers. These swords have no effect on him. Only shallow scratches can be left behind. The light of the past.

   "I'm not here for history class!"

Another dark figure crossed Lawrence’s head. Under Watson’s multiple warnings, Lorenzo rarely used the power of sublimation, so his strength was undoubtedly much worse than Lawrence’s, so he took it early in the morning. On the iron armor.

  The entangled steel has sharp horns. They are like thorns, entwined around Lorenzo's body, both a **** and a protection.

  The two swords crossed, like scissors, cutting off a head. Lorenzo didn't forget to lift his foot and kick, kicking the broken head to another soul-returning corpse, hitting its head.

After    was hit, the movement of returning the soul corpse was slowed a step, and then it was torn into pieces by the iron feathers of the flame bearer. This armor of original sin was like a tall giant, and it was able to cut down a large group of people by waving its wings at will.

But also because of its large size, scarlet silk threads grew on its body, entangled its joints, and restricted its movement a little bit. The flame bearer also wanted to cause flames, just like before, burning them off. , But after several breaks, the flesh and blood became tougher and tougher, just like it was aimed specifically at the flame holder.

  "The downward road, will it also be closed!" Lorenzo asked.

  This huge creature can make the internal layout like a maze, and the battle situation is very unfavorable for them.

  "Then make a way out, it’s no different from before!"

   is still a sentence that conforms to Lawrence's style. It was cut all the way before, and it is the same now.

  Blazing fireworks burst out, and the immediate high temperature evaporated the surrounding flesh and blood. After the unspeakable taste, it was the bright light that enveloped everything.

Lorenzo felt as if he was in the scorching sun. The extreme high temperature made him a little unbearable. The iron armor on his body was burned and stripped. The flame bearer dropped the iron feathers, protecting Lorenzo and resisting him. After most of the heat waves, all the red silk threads entangled in the armor of original sin were burned and evaporated.

  There is more than one blazing sun.

The Lawrences burst out a strong fire, and a heavy firework was superimposed, and they were born in a closed flesh and blood, evaporating a space for action. All the flesh and blood that dared to approach were easily burned, and only what was left was The ashes in the sky continue to fly.

"go ahead!"

  Lawrence drank.

  Supporting the release of such power also has to pay a certain price. Some Lawrence moved forward, while some Lawrence stopped and stood still.

  In the blazing fire, as the heat is released, they are also evaporating little by little, and at the expense of themselves, they open up a way forward.

  Lorenzo was vaguely aware of all this, and then in the hot temperature, he felt a cold chill.

  Lawrence, what exactly are you?

  Lorenzo wondered in his heart that every body was the real Lawrence. He was feeling his body being attacked by high temperature, and his flesh and blood evaporated and collapsed little by little, until he returned to nothingness in the fireworks.

  He was witnessing his stepping into death with his own eyes. Lorenzo felt that no matter how firm his mind was, under the envelope of death, he should tremble, but Lawrence seemed to be unable to feel anything.

  All this has nothing to do with him, and it seems that in countless deaths, he has long been numb to death, and in his crazy heart, there is only the only purpose left.

   "The road is open!"

  Lawrence's cry called Lorenzo's consciousness back.

  In the endless flames, the flesh and blood were expelled and dissipated, and the broken gate of heaven was in sight.

  (End of this chapter)