Embers Ad Infinitum

The first city, the Senate.

Moore, who placed the "Eagle Eye" sniper rifle on the window, looked solemnly at the countless citizens blocked by the city defense troops. He was so nervous that smoke was coming from his throat and he wanted to drink water.

He heard that many soldiers on the real battlefield were defeated due to similar conditions, but he did not think that he would be like them.

Because he is a sub-human being.

The deformation occurred in his brain, and his eyes were bulging, like a monster in some stories from the old world.

This allows him to naturally picture high-accuracy ballistic trajectories in his mind when shooting, thereby making adjustments in advance to achieve a nearly 100% hit rate.

Such special skills allowed Moore's father and several of his brothers and sisters to become well-known "Magic Eyes" in the North Shore Wasteland before they were captured by the "First City" army.

And they insist that what they have obtained is the "eye of God".

Neither the "Magic Eye People" nor the "God's Eye" can be considered a sub-human group. Their origin is Moll's grandfather, and they have divided into several large families, and Moll has not noticed it at ordinary times. A person whose characteristics and talents are completely similar to his own.

Moore had little wilderness adventure experience, because when his family was captured by the "First City" army, he was not yet eight years old and had just mastered the use of some firearms.

Now, he is the leader of a sniper team in the Human Guard.

"I hope there won't be a conflict..." Moore heard one of his subordinates muttering next to him.

He forced himself to calm down, turned his head and looked at the subordinate with bulging eyes:

"There shouldn't be any big conflicts. Those senators of Varro who the citizens demanded severe punishment have actually been given up by most of the senators under so many accusations. If it weren't for the consul's insistence that there must be sufficient evidence instead of just two random people. According to the testimony of three people, he had been thrown out of the window long ago.

"In this situation, I think the Archon will not insist anymore."

As members of the Senate's designated guard, Moore and others knew a lot about the various things that happened here, but there were not many humans who came into contact with them, so they had no way of noticing this.

The ears of Moore's subordinates shrank into black holes on both sides, and there was a very smart-looking eye on his forehead.

He swallowed his saliva and said:

"hope."

Moore knew that this was the sentiment of most people in the Second Guards. Although there were rumors from the outside that they could only rely on the powerful faction of the Senate and would definitely kill the gathered citizens. This was basically true, but it did not mean that they were willing to let things go. developed to that point of no return.

At that time, it would be easy to say if it succeeds, but if the Senate power faction fails, all members of the Guards will not be spared that time.

Moore remembers his own children always asking themselves:

"Dad, why can't we go out of this community? It seems to be very lively outside. We want to take a look."

"Dad, is it really like what the radio and TV say it is outside? When can we go out?"

Each time, Moore could only tell the child painfully:

"We are engaged in very dangerous work. For everyone's safety, minors cannot leave the community."

His children will inevitably ask: "Dad, can you stop doing this job?"

Moore wanted to tell them that if they didn't do this "job", everyone would die.

Therefore, the Second Guards do not want conflicts to occur, and they hope that their existence will always be a deterrent.

Only in this way can they not have to fear failure and can continue to protect their families and survive until the next generation is born with a lucky person who no longer has obvious deformations in appearance.

Of course, Moore occasionally flashed the idea that "after the conflict broke out, the Senate's ruling faction won the final victory." In that case, the status of the Second Human Guard would definitely be higher, and they might be authorized to command some normal humans. The army might be able to get more companions, increase the size of the community several times, and give the children more places to play.

In that way, we can look forward to the day in the future when people can walk and shop openly on the streets of the original city.

But Moore is sober, and he would rather maintain the current situation than the consequences of failure.

He believed that this was also the thought of most members of the Second Human Guard, except for a few careerists.

"Punish Varo severely!"

"Punish Varo severely!"

Amidst the shouts, some citizens were already trying to attack the city defense army formation, but they were all blocked by explosion-proof shields.

At this moment, the snipers such as Moore, who were condescending, saw black bulletproof cars driving to the side entrance of the Senate.

The Archon is here... The subhuman snipers breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

They were afraid that the consul would not come and no one of the elders here was willing to step forward and take responsibility. As a result, the problem continued to drag on, making the citizens gathered outside more and more impatient and agitated.

At that time, any accident will be like a spark falling into a powder keg.

Beuris, who was wearing a green-brown commander's uniform, entered the Senate House surrounded by guards and security personnel, both covert and covert.

"You are finally here." Inspector Alexander nodded to this long-time political enemy from a distance.

His daughter Gallolan, wearing a light and simple gray knee-length skirt, acted as his secretary beside him.

Beuris looked around silently. Under his blue eyes, most of the elders present involuntarily avoided his gaze.

The powerful commander walked step by step to the window and looked at the protesting citizens and Gaius in the crowd.

Gaius and Beuris are actually somewhat similar. They both have black hair, thin and even slightly sunken faces, and a rather serious temperament.

But one of them has a hooked nose, one has no obvious features, one looks sinister, and the other is very deep.

As the two looked at each other, a senator named Carlo approached Beuris and said urgently:

“Your Majesty the Consul, you can’t hesitate any longer!

"The citizens of the whole city are on the side of Gaius. Let's strip Varro of his status as a senator. Anyway, there will be a trial later, and there is still time. We will definitely find evidence to prove his innocence."

Beuris suddenly turned his head:

"You want to betray your position?"

Carlo quickly explained:

"No, I just don't think it's necessary to cause riots over meaningless names..."

The elder, who was also in his early fifties and belonged to the Axon people, suddenly stopped when he said this.

Inexplicably, he felt that the twinkling light in Beuris's eyes was quite strange.

"Traitor!" Beuris's voice seemed to come from deep in his chest.

Almost at the same time, Carlo turned up the corners of his mouth and made a child-like grimace.

But instead of sticking out, his tongue became extremely loose and stuck back in his throat.

Ho ho!

Carlo struggled and fell.

"Beuris!" Inspector Alexander didn't expect such a change at all.

But as soon as he called out the other party's name, he saw red bloodshot threads protruding from Beulis's deep blue eyes.

His eyes quickly became cloudy.

His back became rickety.

His mouth opened and a long stream of saliva drooped.

"No worries".

The governor and commander-in-chief of the "Primary City" suddenly suffered from "unintentional disease"!

All this happened by the window, and was seen by many citizens below, who all looked at each other in shock.

At the critical moment, Gaius picked up the microphone and shouted:

“The consul attacked other senators!

“The Archons are controlled by the Salvation Army!

"All citizens, we must stop this!"

The emotions of the citizens present who were already on the verge of being detonated instantly ignited, and they surged towards the city defense formation like a tide.

Although the city defenders had their backs to the Senate and could not see what was happening behind them, they could still feel some movement and hear Gaius shouting something.

They hesitated.

Walls of explosion-proof shields were broken open.

Upon seeing this, Ducas, the on-site commander, quickly asked General Phocas for instructions on his mobile phone.

Phocas was silent for several seconds and said:

"keep neutral."

When the members of the Second Human Guard in different positions of the Senate saw that the city defense army was showing signs of collapse, their nervousness and fear reached the extreme.

This quickly turned into motivation, and people pulled the trigger one after another.

boom! boom! boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dozens of citizens fell down one after another with blood splattering on their bodies or being wrapped in gunpowder smoke.

Instead of scaring the rest of the citizens, this completely angered them.

Now that the shots had been fired, Moore and others did not hesitate anymore and prepared to cause large-scale killings.

At this time, Gaius in the crowd raised his right hand and touched it between his mouth and nose.

In an instant, people discovered that they couldn't shoot anymore.

They seem to have forgotten this acquired skill!

…………

Golden Apple District, No. 15 Emperor Street.

Hearing the gunshots and explosions in the distance, Kangna, who was chatting with the "Old Tune Team", stood up and said with a smile:

"You can go find Avia."

Jiang Baimian frowned slightly and said:

"Won't you wait a little longer?"

She hoped to wait until the conflict became more intense and all those awakened at the "soul corridor" level rushed to the Senate.

Kangna smiled and said:

"Under normal circumstances, no one dares to contact Avia, not because she is protected by the 'virtual world', but because once she is entangled by the owner of the 'virtual world', strong men from other cities will quickly arrive.

“Now, their focus should be on the Senate and no longer pay attention to other places.

"As for the owner of the 'virtual world', I will help you hold him back."