Ember Gun

  Chapter 35

  A new era has arrived, and the rolling wheels ruthlessly run over everything from the old era.

  It seems that there are tens of thousands of flying birds screaming, and they gather into a huge cluster like a cloud, wandering and flying above the lower city.

  It was the iron whistle one after another. The soldiers blew it vigorously. The iron boots hit the damp ground and occupied every street and square with the instructions of the voice.

  The purification of the underground palace has entered the final stage. Several tons of kerosene poured in from the different entrances, and the sky was full of fire burning, under which the fire blasts continued to emit harsh thunder.

  Endless black shadows rushed from the other end of the sea of ​​fire, with inextricable whispers and wailing, it seemed that no matter how many flames and bullets were poured, they could always return from that dark nightmare.

   "Increase the firepower!"

   Shrike yelled loudly, the dark steam tram turned over its armor, and rows of welded blazers opened fire with great power.

The robin whispered a prayer of blessing, and the low voice rang in everyone’s communicator. As the sound spread, the soldiers made piercing sirens from time to time, and at this time the shrike would skillfully raise the gun. Shoot the narcotic catapult at them.

  That is also a product from the Institute of Mechanical Engineering. When the electrodes are buried under the flesh and blood, the direct current can stimulate the brain center, which is generally used for mental illness, but under the transformation of the cleaning mechanism, this has become an insurance for people against demons.

When the soldier is contaminated by the nerves to a certain level, the electrode will discharge and forcibly interrupt this madness. On the one hand, it is to make the soldier wake up in this crisis, and on the other hand, there is the interference of the electrode. If the soldier is really It's also convenient for the shrike to get into madness to kill some.

  This is a dispute that has existed since that old age. With blood and pain, it is clear that all the cleansing agencies tonight will be in the best position, but under this continuous interception, there are still attritions.

  Blood ran down the hot barrel, most soldiers’ jaws had already been quilted and the recoil shattered. Even with the protection of gloves, everyone’s state was steadily declining.

  Finally at a certain moment, the value of the Geiger counter finally stabilized, which shows that the monster in the underground palace has stopped changing, or that Galahad has killed it.

  So dull footsteps sounded in the blazing fire.

   "It's Galahad!"

   Robin said with a bit of joy, that it was an act of going deep into hell, and every time he returned, he brought great blessings.

  As he said, he wanted to go forward to greet him, but was stopped by Shrike. He saw the eyes under the mask with a complicated expression, and he questioned the communicator.

   "Galahad, I need to make sure that you are sober and what to say! Hurry up!"

  The silver-white barrel pointed directly at the figure in the sea of ​​fire, and the finger was firmly on the trigger. This time, it was not a narcotic bomb, but a live ammunition of iron and gunpowder.

   "What are you doing! Shrike!"

  The robin was a little angry when seeing the shrike, and the shrike replied fiercely.

  "This is the process! Galahad! Answer me!"

  He yelled into the communicator again, but there was nothing but the sound of electric current that appeared from time to time, as calm as the Dead Sea.

  Quick answer!

  Shrike had never had an anxiety in his heart. Galahad still had time, and he still had time to answer.

  As long as he answers now, as long as there is a voice from the communicator, even vague words are fine, but in the end there is nothing, the last reserved time is over, and Shrike’s eyes are full of sadness.

It was like sinking into a sea of ​​ice. The hot sea of ​​fire had already soaked the sweat of the Shrike into his clothes, but he still felt a cold like never before. After a short silence, the Shrike seemed to have made some decision. The complexity inside is no longer, only the cold as steel.

   "All staff informed that Galahad has been mad by neurological pollution and is now listed as a hostile target. Shrike will temporarily replace the command."

Shrike roared at the communicator, and then fired at the figure in the sea of ​​fire. The silver muzzle burst out with thunderous sound. The projectile spun and hit the figure in the sea of ​​fire, but it was like a stone falling into the water, just splashing. There are faint ripples.

   "Three teams, four teams, firepower suppresses Galahad!"

  The words were faint, and the figure in the sea of ​​fire was covered by a dense rain of bullets. Unknowingly, everyone evacuated from the surrounding area, facing the out-of-control Galahad, their existence was just meaningless death.

   "As I said, that thing is the incarnation of unknown, and there is a price to use that kind of thing!"

   Shrike shouted and ran towards the iron snake behind him. The robin was completely stunned. He never thought that Galahad, who was just a comrade in arms, had become an enemy at this moment.

   broke out a hoarse roar, seeming to be releasing the great pain, and then burning eyes looked at this place.

  "Don’t be shocked! We have to kill him! Once Galahad is out of control, he will become a more dangerous monster!"

The shrike behind him roared at the robin, but it was too late. The robin only felt an oncoming wind. Years of instinct made him pull the sword out of his hand in an instant, but he hadn't completely out of the sheath. The sound of metal cracking rang in my ears.

  The broken blade shattered the robin's mask, the blood stained his sight, and then the sharp blade pierced his chest.

  It was a hot breath, as if a terrifying monster was breathing in front of his own eyes.

The black iron armor covers the body of the man in front of him. It is obviously a piece of armor, but they are like alive. The scarlet muscles between the gaps are like fabric connecting the weird metal together. The sharp armor pieces are like breathing. The plants in, generally floating slightly, seem to be foreign objects that have grown out of Galahad's body.

  The body was dyed with fire oil, and the raging flames rose like a demon walking out of the myth.

   "Galahad!"

  The robin tried to call the lost humanity, but there was only endless darkness in his pupils, without a trace of light, like an abyss.

  This reminds the robin of a sentence he once read in a book, which is widely circulated.

  When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is staring at you too.

Robin showed an ugly smile. He remembered that this was something he had read when he was in college. At that time, everyone used this sentence to pretend to be knowledgeable, but what many people don’t know is that this sentence is still There is the first half sentence.

  Those who fight with monsters should be careful to transform themselves into monsters.

  The sharp blade drew up fiercely, and the robin's body flew high like an off-line kite and then fell powerlessly.

  ...

   "I said that thing is not reliable at all!"

  The angry words are full of self-blame, and if you stop it then, it won’t happen at all. There was a sound of cracking steel, no need to look, the shrike knew the result of the robin very well.

  In order to fight against demons, human beings have learned too much forbidden knowledge. It is like Pandora’s box. From the moment it appears, it is an unknown incarnation. After opening it, only endless calamities and a glimmer of hope are obtained.

  Humans have relied on that glimmer of hope to fight against demons until now, and Galahad is undoubtedly the product of that disaster.

   "Let the Janissaries take over the defense! Everyone restrains Galahad!"

  Shrike roared while rushing, surpassing numerous obstacles and falling onto the iron snake. It was the enhanced version of the mechanical courtyard. It was stronger than expected to transport these weapons.

   The screaming wind sounded in his ears, and the Shrike tried his best to shovel towards the bottom of the car, and then the sharp black sword penetrated the solid car body, deeply embedded in the ground.

   "Galahad!"

   Shrike stood on the carriage and shouted to the old friend who was wrapped in darkness. The figure in the fire pulled out the blade. He did not hold it, but the scarlet muscle tissue connected it to the arm.

It was not a sword blade, it was just a part of the weirdly extended iron armor, and the sword-blade-like scale armor spread out from his elbow like wings, accompanied by the sound of the rustle of steel rubbing, in the flames. Spread the dark wings.

   is so abominable and sacred, like the *** from the "Gospel".

  (End of this chapter)