Ember Gun

  Chapter 341 Continuation

The holy angel fell from the sky, burning white on the edge of the wound, and with the surging fireworks, the strange body was scattered with ashes and withered, and there were still unburned remnants, so the blood poured into majestic. The heavy rain fell and filled the bottom of the well.

  Under this well-made well of sublimation, everything is ready at this moment, as long as this huge holy grail blood replaces the secret blood to carry out the sublimation of the soul.

   "Thank you, 042."

The old man whispered. At the same time, the wall of the well and the alchemy matrix on the old man’s body were releasing their glow rhythmically. The blood of the Holy Grail stopped evaporating at this moment and was absorbed into the old man’s body, making it hot. Fireworks ignited on this old body.

  He is burning, like the day of the world.

  The fireworks seemed to have some magical power, 042 watched all this quietly, and suddenly felt no so-called fear.

  The broken corpses fell one after another, the demon hunters fell into the pool of blood, and there was the bolt of silver binding that was melting in the gap of the wound.

They are also dead. Sure enough, humans are still struggling to fight against this mysterious silencer, but there is no fear on the faces of these dead people. It is the same expression as 042, a strange yearning. feel.

This is a crude sublimation. The old man has not undergone the [God Baptism], nor has he implanted the silver binding bolt, and even said that his original body is on the verge of collapse under this huge erosion, but in order to reach In those beautiful times, the mortal will dominates everything.

  This is also a great sublimation, and the most perfect container is in sight.

The weird power roared and surged in the blood, and this crude sublimation well also began its final work. Under the gleam of the light, the blood of the Holy Grail boiled again into crimson steam, dragged by the invisible force, and poured into it. In the old man's body, blazing fireworks lit up in his muddy eyes.

  Pressure and corrosion, the impact of erosion is like thousands of sharp knives, repeatedly cutting the old man's will, the will is shattered, but then he is firmly controlled by himself and continues to act.

   "Is this the Demon Hunter?"

  The old man is a bit obsessed with this great power. Although he has just come into contact with it, the joy brought by this power has made him aware of the difference between the demon hunter and the mortal.

  Perhaps...Perhaps with such power, he can really reach that beautiful era.

The blood of the Holy Grail gradually encroached on all of his body. Only after all this was over, he could activate his power. But there was a price to come along with the power. It was clear that the old man’s body had begun to change slightly. On the upper part, deformed hard, pale skin, cyan blood vessels bulged out like entangled snakes.

   is coming soon. The old man has to grab the gap after he gains power and before he is completely alienated. He has to seize 042's body in that short gap. Only in this way can it be considered a success.

   His gaze fell on 042 in front of him. 042 knew that he was going to die, but he still mustered up the courage to stand in the pool of blood.

  This time he is willing to believe in the old man in front of him, willing to believe in the beautiful times.

The old man smiled comfortingly, and then stretched out his hand and tried to touch 042's head. It was also at this moment that a sharp buzzer sounded, and then the slender silver nail penetrated the old man’s arm, pinning him to death. Bottom of the well.

  The picture slowed at this moment, broken flesh and blood, scattered blood, the old man’s somewhat puzzled eyes, and 042 who kept falling back due to the impact.

  As 042 crashed into the blood pool, his eyes swept around, he saw the weird people above the well.

I don’t know when the battle is coming to an end. After all, the Sang Tak Peng Demon Hunters did not resist the attack of the Silent. Countless nail swords nailed the angel-shaped bodies to the wall of the well like spears. Also crucified were the slain demon hunters.

  The flesh and blood piled up on the surface of the well wall, and different blood mixed together, all poured into the bottom of the well.

"grown ups!"

The roar of 011 reverberated in the well wall. He was the only demon hunter left. He rode on the Silent One. The sharp wings strangled into his flesh and blood, and he also sent out the nail sword. Pierce the heart of the silent person beneath him.

  But this is not enough to kill it, and because of this long-term battle and the stimulation of power, 011 is already exhausted, and the silent people have found a chance to break through the defense in this gap.

  He gritted his teeth and stirred the nail sword, trying to split the body of the silent man, but he didn't have much strength to use, and in the end he was like a child's weak beating.

The old man looked at all this in a daze. He did not rush to act, but looked at the wall of the well. In the endless flesh and blood, there are still black arcs faintly beating, they are pulling blood and bones, new The silent one will emerge from birth from the evil light.

  No, it is not a birth, but a return. The demon hunters have not completely killed the Silent for a long time. What everyone destroys is only the shell, and the will under that shell has not been killed.

  The light of death hovered above his head, and the old man's gaze was a bit dull, and then he burst into laughter.

  "Fighting against the unknown requires the cost of trial and error."

He said that he pulled his arm vigorously, tearing the whole arm off, his other hand grabbed the nail that was nailed in front of his eyes, and the power burst through his body, the weird spiral nail was like a spear. He was thrown out to face the silent man who fell above.

  The pierced spike pierced through the head of the silent person, and the broken body began to collapse, losing support, 011 fell into the blood pool, and then climbed up with difficulty.

"grown ups?"

  011 raised his head, but there was a fluttering arc flashing in front of him.

  A black arc exploded between him and the old man, and the burst of arc light directly annihilated everything it touched, and the collapsed matter was drawn by invisible forces, gathered in the core, and formed an angel-like appearance.

  Blood gushing from the corner of 011's eyes, he was too tired to continue to maintain the expansion of power, so that he did not see the silent person who suddenly appeared.

  Power·Shangda Pay.

  This is the last moment. As long as the sublimation is successful, there is still hope for all of this. 011 glared and burned, power was pushed to the limit, and even the silver-binding bolt in the body began to melt at this moment.

He wants to see a moment of hope in that mortal future, and find a ray of life in this desperate situation, 011 clenched the nail sword tightly, the anger that has never been before, and the joy that has never been before, as long as he succeeds, all Human death has value.

  But suddenly he was stunned, and stood there blankly, with chaotic pictures flashing in his white eyes, as if he had seen something sad, blood shed like tears.

"why?"

  He looked at the old man behind the black arc, but no one could answer his question.

  The disgusting body began to form under the arc light, along with the intense pain on the old man's body. The old man seemed to be a little bit unbelievable and couldn't help questioning himself.

   "Am I... dying?"

At this moment, half of his body has been annihilated. When the black arc burst out, the old man was within its range, as if a sharp knife had cut his body. The flesh and blood section was extremely flat, and the blood vessels and bones were still There are hot internal organs, all of which are exposed.

  For a moment, everything seemed to be moving away from him, and the beauty he held tightly grew sharp spikes that pierced the palm of his hand, trying to escape his control.

   may be the cause of dying, all the voices became clear, the buzzing of the electric arc, the sound of blood flowing, and the weird sound of flesh and blood.

   "So... Did I fail?"

  The old man asked himself.

   "Yes, you failed."

   While talking to himself, he answered his own question again.

He failed.

  The black arc pierced the sharp spikes and penetrated the old man’s chest.

The Silent One has not yet been fully born, but simply constructed the head and arms, and the entire torso is still a scarlet spine, but even so, it strenuously delivered a fatal blow, just to completely kill elder.

  The old man lowered his head, and his embarrassed face was reflected on the calm blood pool.

This feeling is very strange, he can't say it. He clearly failed, but he felt relaxed like never before. I don't know when the "golden age" has become a curse for the old man. Chasing it, the old man exhausted everything.

  When he really realized that he had failed, the old man didn’t feel any so-called sadness. Instead, he felt a sense of relief from the cage.

  He is free.

  Everything has become better, so it seems that death is not terrible, anyway, it is like lying on a soft mattress, dreaming a dream that will never wake up.

good dream……

   "Lorenzo Medici!"

  The sudden roar awakened the old man, 042 got up from the blood pool, as if choked by the blood of the Holy Grail, his appearance was extremely ugly.

Terrible erosion was exerted on him, and his consciousness almost fell into a frenzy, but 042 knew that he could not fall down like this. He stretched out his hand and approached the old man, as long as he seized his body, as long as Lorenzo Medici could. Survive as long as...

  The old man opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at 042 with some puzzlement, and slowly raised his arm, only to find that his arm had been alienated into an abominable appearance. Unknowingly, the old man had become a monster-like thing.

  Yes, he is just a mortal. After being attacked by the blood of the Silent and the Holy Grail, it is a miracle that he can persist until now.

  He looked at 042, who was constantly approaching him, and his consciousness began to fall into chaos.

  Who am I?

  What am I going to do here?

  The demon looked around, as if he had completely forgotten why he was here, but then a huge sense of hunger and desire surged from deep in his heart.

  It needs blood, pain, killing.

it……

   "Lorenzo Medici!"

  Another voice sounded. 011 pierced the silent man’s heart with difficulty and cut off its head with great effort. 011 was about to die. More arcs burst on the wall of the well, and he had no power to continue fighting.

"I'm……"

   The demon muttered to himself, and then as if thinking of some terrible fact, the chaotic vision became clear, and a **** smile appeared on the demon's hateful face.

  In a trance, there seemed to be countless big hands dragging the demon, pulling it back into the ideal cage, and putting on heavy shackles.

   "I am... Lorenzo..."

   "Lorenzo Medici."

The demon roared and pulled out the long nail that pierced his chest, and then 042 also came to it. As long as the demon's hand fell and occupied 042's body, this nightmare would be over. 042 looked at it with expectation, but The hideous arm never fell.

   "I... don't seem to see those anymore," it said.

"what?"

042 I don’t know what it’s talking about. Obviously, as long as you occupy your own body, you can form an association. Demons will be eradicated. Mankind will usher in a golden age. So many people have died for all of this. It retreated instead.

  The demon shook his head, and the next moment an illusory shadow flashed in front of 042, slitting his neck, amidst the pain, 042 stared at all this in a daze.

  Blood was surging wildly, the scar connected the entire alchemy matrix, and the next moment the brilliant light shone again around the well wall.

  The calm blood pool boiled again, and the power was deeply imprinted into 042's soul, sublimating mediocre matter.

  The demon hugged 042 and whispered in his ear.

  "Run away, go to the place of seven hills, go to the Cathedral of San Nalo, where there is a gift I prepared for you."

   "Lorenzo Medici..."

  042 repeats the name.

   "You are my continuation."

The demon pushed 042 to let him leave. The boy moved his stiff legs. He already knew what the demon was going to do and what would happen next. The **** steam followed him, and he slowly leaned on. On the edge of the well wall, that is an upward step.

Lorenzo Medici is dead, he was already dead as long as the spike fell, and everything now is just the blood of the Holy Grail forcibly extending his life, at the cost of this old body Be demonized and degenerate into that abominable monster.

  Free will is also imprisoned, and there is no possibility of getting out of trouble.

  The demon watched the boy's departure with a smile. With the boy's rush, countless electric arcs burst out again, but this time they also appeared with the burning fireworks on the wall of the well.

   "Someone must survive, and someone must usher in the golden age."

  The demon whispered in a low voice.

The demon hunters who were nailed to the wall of the well opened their eyes again, their bodies began to alienate, the silver-binding bolts were overheated and melted, and the abominable power was poured into the bodies that were still there, and the demons roared and once again. The silent people who appeared were fighting together, and the boy looked upwards without looking back.

Fresh air poured into his mouth and nose, he staggered and fell to the ground, and when he struggled to get up, he suddenly found that the sky had already fallen into the night, and in his familiar direction, there were endless fires. It ignited the night sky, like a long nightmare.

  The great sacredness comes on this night.

  (End of this chapter)