Ember Gun

  Chapter 723 Heart of the War Drum

  In the fiery fireworks, the gate of the kingdom of heaven collapsed again, and the broken scroll on it seemed to be reflecting reality. The demons crawled out of the darkness, and the kingdom of heaven was destroyed in the fireworks.

  In order to open a way forward in this closed flesh and blood, Lawrence lost a lot of body under the blazing sun. The size of the team is getting smaller, but it is still a group of deadly monsters.

   "If you knew it earlier, it would be better to be more cautious."

   Lawrence whispered softly.

  It may be that the ideal ecstasy was overwhelmed. With the march all the way, Lawrence’s legion had many meaningless sacrifices.

  , who had always been sensible, was somewhat blushing in front of the hordes of demons. Under the crush of the legion, they almost flattened all the demons along the road, but also paid more for this.

  If Lawrence could be more sensible and more cautious, maybe he still has more Legion than now.

  But...it's nothing.

  Such self-injustice did not last long in Lawrence’s mind. He had exhausted too much effort for this day. Just like the relaxation after pressure, he allowed himself to make such a mistake.

  Lorenzo’s side is different. He didn't have any loss along the way, and he didn't even waste much energy. With the climb to the Dawn, Lorenzo descended from the sky, and he was completely in two states with Lawrence.

  【Leave it to me next! 】

  Watson's voice resounded in Lorenzo's mind and echoed in Lawrence's ears.

The flame bearer suddenly accelerated, passed all the figures, and reached the front of the team. At the same time, the gate of heaven began to become flesh and blood, and slowly closed, the huge gap began to close, trying to stop these invaders from the door. .

  A sharp whistle sounded, several iron feather thorns in the door, they rotated assault, tore open the door that had not been closed again, and then the hook rope pierced the sky and nailed the darkness after the door.

  The flame holder also accelerated its pace while the hook was recovered. It was fast, and the huge figure advanced at high speed in this collapsing corridor, like a giant running past, bringing bursts of roaring footsteps.

"well done!"

  Lorenzo shouted.

  The flame bearer reached the gate of heaven one step ahead, and could clearly see that there were faint veins raised in the rock, with a scarlet color.

  It did not leave any hands, the iron feathers swayed, completely tore the gate of heaven that should have been closed, and also pulled the surrounding rocks in, further expanding the collapse.

  Lorenzo ran violently, with a soft and strange ground beneath his feet. Above and around his head, there were flesh and blood that were constantly collapsing and shrinking. The dazzling fireworks lit up the darkness around him, and there were bursts of miserable roars to sound his music.

In a trance, Lorenzo saw many figures, one figure after another in iron armor. Lorenzo knew very well that he did not know these people, but he could subconsciously read the names of these people, even if their faces were The visor is covered.

  Lorenzo's lips moved slightly, but it was not the name that was revealed, but a string of cold numbers, unfamiliar numbers.

  The running figure stagnated, and Lorenzo couldn't help shivering. He passed the vague shadows, and in a daze he could feel the sights falling on him, countless sights.

   "What a bad memory."

Lorenzo muttered to himself, this is not his memory, this is the memory of 047. It may be close to the well of sublimation and suffered from too much erosion, or it may be a scene of love, which should have been sealed in the door. The memory of the latter, constantly surfaced in front of my eyes, overlapped with reality, like a blurred illusion.

   is like reincarnation.

All of this, just like that night many years ago, is so similar and familiar. If Lorenzo hadn't really spent such a long time, facing this, he even felt that he would be frightened. The earth produces an illusion that the night is not over.

  The current night is connected with the night of many years ago. The night of Holy Prophet has never ended, just like the war that has continued in these endless years.

   "But... it's time to put a rest."

  Faced with these memories, Lorenzo was not afraid, and there was no need to panic about it.

  They are all demon hunters, although Lorenzo has never met these people, but this glorious mission and the forbidden blood link them, until today, across time and space, they meet again.

  This can't help but remind Lorenzo of the conversation he had with Oscar. That conversation Oscar clarified the reason why he liked writing.

"Think about it, Lorenzo, is there anything as good as writing these years?" Oscar whispered. "Just write the messy things in your mind and you will make money, and you don't have to Go to work, don’t have to commute, don’t force yourself to deal with those inexplicable guys..."

   "This is great, alright!"

   Oscar’s expression of excitement, although he is an influential writer, but these influential works have brought him a fairly good life.

   "Of course, there is another more important thing."

  Oscar looked mysterious and mysterious, as if what he was about to say next was some unspeakable secret.

   "It can make me'immortal'."

  After finishing speaking, Oscar laughed happily, leaving Lorenzo alone for a long time.

  Lorenzo still remembers his mood at that time. He only felt that Oscar had drunk for so many years and finally drank himself into Alzheimer's. As his excellent student, he seemed to have the responsibility to find him a nursing home or something.

  Next Oscar explained the secret of "immortality".

"Think about it, Lorenzo, human beings are very fragile. We poor fellows are made of blood and flesh, diseases and injuries, etc... These will easily kill us, even if we are lucky enough to escape all this. , We will still age and die with the years.

But books don’t. Even if I die, I’ve been dead for decades, hundreds of years, but as long as there are people who read my books and read my stories... Maybe, I might be alive again at that moment. Woolen cloth? Although only living in his heart. "

  Oscar was very emotional, but it was a pity that Lorenzo at the time did not quite understand his inexplicable words, just sarcastically.

  "From the perspective of your sales, at most, when you were used as firewood and thrown into the fire, you were remembered briefly, right?"

  Familiar dialogue popped up in his mind, everything was like it happened yesterday. Lorenzo at that time didn't quite understand it, but after experiencing so many things, he understood a little bit.

  These iron-clad figures are still alive. Lorenzo saw them. This is the best proof.

   A terrible roar sounded in front of it, and the whole building was trembling with severe pain, and the source of all this pain was the flame bearer raging at the gate of heaven.

  The dense iron feathers repeatedly cut the flesh and blood that tried to close, like an exposed meat grinder, easily turning everything it touched into a sky full of minced meat residue.

Lawrence took the lead in jumping into the door opened by the flame holder. The flame holder did not keep up, but continued to maintain the door open in this **** way, because after this Lawrence, there are more Lawrence, and Lorenzo at the very end.

【faster! 】

  Huasheng urged, the speed of closing the flesh and blood was much faster than before, and the scarlet silk thread began to entangle on the armor. They piled up at the joints, making the flame bearer's slashing gradually slower.

  Lorenzo looked forward, not too far away, at his speed, he could catch up in a few seconds, but then he saw another illusory figure in iron armor.

He was standing in the forefront of the phantom, under the gate of heaven, so Lorenzo did not notice his existence for the first time, and a stranger feeling came to his heart, making Lorenzo's eyes involuntarily attracted by the figure. .

  Lorenzo moved forward quickly, but his eyes were tightly locked on the figure, until under the cover of the flame holder, he did not move away when he jumped into the gate of heaven.

  The darkness enveloped Lorenzo. At the end of losing all the light, Lorenzo still stared at the figure. It may be an illusion. Lorenzo vaguely saw that the face wrapped in the visor changed.

  The dense iron armor gradually faded, revealing a familiar face, a face similar to Lorenzo, vaguely, he seemed to be smiling at Lorenzo.

"It's you……"

  Lorenzo lost consciousness for a while, but soon the picture before him was swallowed by darkness due to the rapid fall.

The elevator from the Gate of Heaven to the Temple of Silence has long been damaged, and they can only fall straight down like this. For ordinary people, this is undoubtedly dead, but for the demon hunters, it is still within an acceptable range. What's even better is that it may be affected by the holy silver in the stagnant temple, where the degree of assimilation of flesh and blood is not high, and the downward path is straight and unobstructed.

Halfway through the landing, the flame bearer cut away the iron feathers, and the sharp blade pierced into the surrounding walls, raising dust and blood, causing the rapidly falling figure to slow down, while Lorenzo stood there. The body of the flame bearer fell with it.

【What's wrong? 】

  Watson asked. This sudden question made Lorenzo a little confused, and he asked back.

   "What's wrong?"

  Between the steel and flesh and blood skeletons, the ignited fireworks flickered slightly, as if breathing, and Watson's voice sounded.

  【Did you not notice yourself? 】

"what?"

   Watson’s tone was full of confusion and questions.

  【You are laughing, what are you laughing at? 】

Knowing that Lorenzo has a big heart and is somewhat nervous, but looking at Lorenzo who suddenly smiled, plus the blood stains on his face, he looks like a perverted murderer, just finished. Your own comfortable weekend... You don't want to know what he spent his weekend.

   Hearing this, Lorenzo raised his blood-stained palm and gently touched his face, the smile even he did not realize.

"nothing."

  Lorenzo didn't say anything, Watson didn't ask much after seeing this, just calmly said.

  【Coming soon. 】

Below   , a faint dim light can be seen, like the shining stars at the end of the dark night sky.

  The flame bearer pierced the iron feather harder and cut deeply into it, bursting out a large amount of dust and sparks. Lorenzo could only hold on to it tightly to prevent himself from being shaken off.

  Lawrence can no longer be seen at the bottom, this guy is a blood-secret monster, and there is no need to worry about him.

He only heard a heavy muffled sound, the flame holder was in close contact with the ground, and heavy smoke splashed, enveloping the flame holder. After a brief period of chaos, the glowing white swept away the gray dust. null.

  Lawrence stood not far away, some stood with swords, alert to the threats hidden in the darkness, some squatted down, carefully observing the ground, and some raised their heads with a nostalgic look.

   "I have never liked this place very much... We can be regarded as heroes against the dark, but throughout our lives, we must hide in the shadows and even be forgotten."

   Lawrence murmured.

   "I don't like it either. This is the beginning of everything, and it will be the end of everything."

  Lorenzo came over, and the flame bearer followed behind him.

  After such a high-intensity battle, the flame holders have been obviously damaged, most of the dense iron feathers have become blunt, and some are slightly bent and cracked.

The main body of the torso is also covered with scars, one after another deep scratches cut into the steel, looking like they are falling apart, but fortunately the growth of flesh and blood firmly restrains them and binds them together to ensure stability. sex.

  The pace of the flame holder is a bit slow, and every time it falls, it brings a dull sound, the steam engine emits a dim light, and the light slowly fluctuates.

  Lorenzo looked at the current stagnant temple, his mood was a bit strange, all the glorious memories in his memory were no longer, only the gloomy ruin was left shrouded in it.

   "It's been many years..."

  He whispered, Lorenzo finally came back here, not in a dream, nor using [Gap] to shuttle. He really stepped on this land, sniffing the tumbling decline in the air.

   "There is not much change here, it seems that it was affected by Divine Silver."

  Lawrence cut the ground, no blood spilled, but thick dust, which had accumulated during this long time.

   "Let's go, the well of sublimation is just ahead."

   Lorenzo said, and then stepped forward, and when he got here, his mood became tense, even if he convinced himself to calm down, it would be difficult to contain the emotion in his heart.

  As the distance shortened, gradually, a thin layer of black mist appeared on the ground. They clung to the ground and spread over the ankles of several people, like soft water, completely covering the ground.

There was a little light in front of the burning candles. The red wax oil melted and fell along the steps, mixing with the rolling black mist. Then Lorenzo saw many red lines, they were wanton. Spreading.

Several people seemed to be heading to a spider’s nest. There were dense red cobwebs everywhere, and as they deepened, the webs became denser and denser. They could see a humanoid silkworm pupae wrapped in red threads, which were picked up by a nail sword. Open, there are only shriveled bones left in it.

  There are countless red chrysalis like this, densely piled up in the corner.

  It seems that there is a demon wielding a good foot and a red line. He just feasted here. It has absorbed all the essence and waited for the moment of transformation.

  Thinking like this, there were low and low noises in front of him. As time passed, the sound became louder and louder, like a heartbeat of resuscitation.

  The sound hit Lorenzo's chest, affecting his heartbeat, and humming together, like the sound of war drums.

  (End of this chapter)