Ember Gun

  Chapter 367 Time of Fury

  What is your wish...?

  042 looked at the man in front of him, Mingming Moonlight was so bright, but in his own eyes, his face was extremely hazy, 042 couldn't see his appearance, as if a sticky darkness was shrouded in it.

   "My wish...what is it?"

  042 whispered, lowered his head, his somewhat timid face reflected in the pool of blood.

   "I...I don't know, this kind of thing...how can I know?"

  042's voice became strange, as if he was crying, and then he seemed to be laughing.

   "Actually, you also know people like me, don't you? I'm just a blank. I don't have any persistent hobbies or big dreams."

   "But there will always be something to support you to live, don't you? 042, otherwise you won't come back to me desperately, obviously you can just run away." The man asked again.

   "This is because we are friends! How could I abandon you?" 042 said.

  After a short pause, his voice eased. This was a rare opportunity. Everything seemed so peaceful and it was so relaxing.

"Actually, I am quite envious of you and have lofty wishes...Each of you has lofty wishes. Going to Jiudunling to be a detective, killing all the demons, and ushering in the golden age, all this is fine. "

  042 seems to be answering the man’s words, and it seems to be telling himself everything.

   "I was in pain for a while. I wanted to be someone like you, but then I suddenly understood that I was just a little mediocre."

"As written in those stories, someone needs to be the background board of the protagonists, one face after another that is not remembered by the audience... In fact, I am also a member of the audience. After all, the person standing on the stage, after all It's a minority."

   "I just...just a little mediocre."

  The sound fell.

  The man stretched out his hand and put it on 042's shoulder.

"But you still come back to me, 042, come back to **** to pick me up. This is not something the audience will do. When you show up in front of me holding the nail sword, you are already the protagonist. "

  The man's gaze flicked over the deck, countless corpses, soaked in the blood on the deck.

   "Although this stage is pretty bad."

  The two couldn't help laughing. After the laughter, 042's hesitant gaze was solidified, and he raised his head to look at the night sky that had never been seen in Feilengcui.

   "However, if you want to say something, you must have a wish... I just want to live with everyone."

  042 said.

"Just like at that time, we were walking through the streets of Feilengcui. Although we were hungry and full, but that time was really good. Later, we joined the gospel church, and then later...Although there is still some pressure on cutting demons, But when I think that everyone can live together and have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, it's okay to do this kind of thing.

  I just want to maintain the status quo, a peaceful and beautiful status quo, but all this is gone..."

The raging fire burned through the church, and the entire place of Qiqiu was plunged into a crazy nightmare. Everything that 042 was familiar with was gone, ruthlessly destroyed. Under the madness, there were familiar faces one after another. Died under his sword.

   "If this is my wish, then my wish has been ended, everyone is dead, and I personally killed them..."

  042 couldn't help trembling, not knowing if it was because of fear or something else.

   "Ah...it's terrible, in fact I'm now... I'm now... I'm scared, I'm very guilty, do you know?"

  As he spoke, he couldn't help lowering his head, raising his hand and clutching his face.

   "He had a chance at the time, he had a chance to survive... But he let me survive, I know his thoughts, he wants me to continue to do what he wants, but... but me."

  042 murmured frantically, with bloodshot eyes.

   "But can I really do it? Will I let him down? Give this responsibility to someone like me..."

  Lorenzo Medici, can you really compare to that old man? He obviously could survive, but he chose to let himself out of that dry well. Should he live as an ordinary person in Jiudunling, or continue to inherit his great golden age?

  No, no, 042 can’t do it. This kind of responsibility is too heavy for him. He has always been an audience, but he was dragged into the spotlight abruptly.

   However, he can run away and be an ordinary person? In this way, he failed Lorenzo Medici's entrustment and used this "miracle" of surviving in such a ridiculous place?

  042 suddenly calmed down. After calming down, a greater sense of despair swallowed him.

   "Actually I...I have failed."

042 laughed miserably, staring at the huge wound in his abdomen. There was no more blood flowing out. Now the molten sacred silver flowing out of it, in order to fight the demonized demon hunters, he also stepped into it. Among the taboos.

  Holy Silver was destroying his body little by little, killing him completely.

042 has failed, and he feels guilty about it. Lorenzo Medici tried all his best to keep himself alive for a while, and even if he survived, he would fail him, wouldn’t he? ?

  He is just a spectator curled up in the shadows. He is afraid of the bright lights. He will not continue to cling to the golden age. He wanted to escape to the old Dunling and live a completely opposite life.

  But now he is going to die, so simple things can't be realized.

  042 is too painful, in the face of this kind of pain, the hot Holy Silver in the body seems to be cold.

  "This is really exhausting, wishes, duties, death..."

  Countless thoughts surged in 042's mind. They were like a swarm of snakes, making trembling noises, wrapping that coldness in every part of the mind.

  In the end, the painful expression became indifferent, as if numb.

"I really want to become a wild dog. A wild dog will not think about these weird things. It will only run happily. When it is hungry, it will pick up and eat. When it is thirsty, it will go to the river to drink. Just find a corner to sleep, and then die for some strange reason on a muddled day..."

  042's wish was shattered, everything about him was broken in this burning night, and this sharp shard shattered his cutting.

"But you are still alive. As long as you are still alive, my wish will not be over. Although you are the only one left in the next good life, you will live well with your strength. Do Is better than me, isn't it?"

  I don't know if it was because of the successive blows or the erosional pollution. 042's eyes gradually became crazy, he looked at the man and asked expectantly.

  This is just a simple, ridiculous and small wish. There is no deep hatred or ambition. It is just a very mediocre wish.

  It seems that the so-called destiny is so cruel, and even this most humble wish is unwilling to make it come true.

  So the man answered with some regret.

   "Is that so? But I may disappoint you, and maybe I can't go to Old Dunling."

  He reluctantly grabbed the messy hair, and said as easily as possible.

   "Oh, this is really unlucky, we are all going to die in this way."

  Although he was very sad, in order to invigorate the sad atmosphere, he struggled to show a smile, but the smile looked so distorted at the moment.

"what are you saying?"

  042 stopped crying and looked at him in disbelief.

   "I said, if this goes on, we will all die. After all, you are like this, you probably can't beat the demonized me, right?"

Under the skin exposed after the armor fell off, there were cyan raised blood vessels. The bones were deformed and pierced the skin. It seemed that some monster was hiding in this pair of skins, and it was about to break through the flesh and blood body soon. Above this world.

The man was about to die. In the Temple of Silence, he faced the false Holy Grail that triggered the Night of the Advent. He should have been swallowed by erosion at that time, but it may be the will of the mortal that was at work. He persisted until Now.

  The darkness covering the man's face dissipated, and the complexion underneath was pale and dying.

  042 was slightly startled, and then the indifferent face twisted, not knowing whether it was anger or sadness.

   "No, no, 047, you can't die yet, you are different from me!" 042 grabbed 047 forcefully.

  047 can't die. He is different from himself. He has a long-awaited desire and the courage to continue living. They have escaped from Feilengcui, and his desire is about to come true. He can't die here.

  Countless pictures flashed back in my mind. If I die here, it would be too cruel for 047, 042 can’t accept these.

  Yes...but what can you do?

  Faced with the inconvenience of 047, who was eroded and swallowed, 042 realized his powerlessness at this time. He couldn't do anything. He could only watch 047 become a demon little by little.

  042 can't do anything, he can't even save himself.

   "My fault... If I die, if Lorenzo Medici can survive... Maybe... Maybe all of this will be totally different."

  A more cruel pain tortured 042's mind. If you are stronger, if there are no demons in this world, if the golden age can come...

  047 ignored the madness of 042, just looked at the beautiful night sky and spoke softly.

   "Don't walk gently into that good night..."

  047 picked up the blood-stained shotgun and gently stroked the handwriting engraved on it.

   "I like this poem. This is a poem that curses death, but death is doomed. Everyone will die."

   "Yeah, I am dying, and my wish is shattered, but if there is no such thing as wish, can I just promise one more?"

  047 moved his body laboriously. The armor helped him withstand most of the damage. His body did not have any serious injuries, but the strong armor could not resist erosion and could not protect the gradually crazy will.

   "If there must be a wish..."

  He grabbed 042's head, his forehead was close to him, and his gradually cloudy eyes met each other.

   "Live, 042, even for me, for all of us."

  042 lost consciousness for a while, and immediately he felt it, as if something was going to happen.

A woman’s voice sounded in the wind, she seemed to be saying something, and then a huge sense of hunger surged from 042. He didn’t know what was going on, but just like instinct, he was being driven by something intangible. write.

  Fear covers the will, and it seems that 042 will do something terrible next.

   "Don't be afraid, 042, we will live in your memories."

   "No... can't do this!"

  042 tried to resist, but as if some power was guiding him, the secret blood was once again excited and burned, and a daylight rose in the pupils of his eyes.

  Power·Gabriel.

  The evil spirit opened his mouth, crying silently on his hideous face. He greedily tore the dying will, crushing it bit by bit, and swallowing it cleanly.

  After every bite, a memory begins to shatter, until everything becomes nothingness.

The fire in his pupils went out, 042 fell into the blood, and 047 kept the original posture, but as 042 fell, the parts of his body that had been distorted due to erosion began to recover, and a new will came. In this body.

The sea churned, endless waves swept down, engulfing the fugitive ship, and countless corpses fell into the deep sea. Along with all this, there was the extreme cold passing by, and the entire sea was frozen. It became an endless ice field.

  The thick snow dust was dragged up by the strong wind, and there was an extra bench under it. 047 sat on the chair as if he was asleep.

  The picture freezes again, and the open door is slowly closing at this time.

  In the burning hell, Lorenzo, who was swallowed by flesh and blood, survived, but he also lost all the power to resist. He hasn't shed tears for a long time, but at this moment, there may be blood gushing along the corner of his eyes.

  He had already guessed what was sealed in the last gate of the memory palace, but he didn't dare to think about it, just like escaping.

  What a pity, even this last wish was shattered at this moment.

  I'm going to die, die with the memories of everyone.

There is no more energy to think about anything else. The consciousness has never been heavier, and the hot temperature has become warmer, just like nesting in a soft bed, Lorenzo will sleep peacefully, there is no more Killing, there is no more sadness at all.

  This is really a beautiful ending, a very gentle ending.

   Just go to sleep like this...

   "Don't walk gently into that good night..."

   There was a deep voice, Lorenzo was sleepy and a little angry, but he was still too sleepy to bother with the guy who woke him up.

  He hugged the bedding, fell asleep peacefully, wrapped in flesh and blood, they were like the roots of plants, bit by bit deep into Lorenzo's body, killing him.

   "Even in the old age, you should roar and burn when the day is about to end!"

  The voice continued to whisper, like a dream.

Lorenzo raised his head in confusion. He was a little angry. He wanted to teach this guy who kept waking him up. But looking at the nothingness in front of him, the heavy memory was picked up again, and his calm face was slowly distorted. When he got up, he remembered something.

  The burning fire destroyed all this beautiful, and he became frightened, sad, depressed...angry!

  "Anger! Anger! Anger against the passing of light!"

  He responded angrily.

  Infinite fire light rises from the bottom of his eyes, as if a scorching sun is about to descend from that pupil. In the flesh and blood hell, Lorenzo opened his eyes and he let out a hysterical roar.

  The broken body struggled vigorously. He tore the flesh and blood around him, biting the dirty things vigorously.

  The raging anger burned wantonly, burned the past, burned familiar faces after another, and turned into ashes floating in the sky.

if we assume……

  If there must be a wish...

   "I want to kill you! All the demons! Kill them all!"

  The audience walked out of the darkness and stood under the endless light.

  Without the nail sword to slash, then use your hands, nails, and teeth! Everything that can be used, unscrupulous.

   "For that nihility...but beautiful times!"

  As if responding to Lorenzo's wish, the steel tore the flesh and blood and split the hell, footsteps sounded in the rising blood, and the familiar figure slowly walked towards Lorenzo.

  The crazy figure stagnated, and Lorenzo looked at the visitor in disbelief.

   "047...You are here, no, you are already dead."

   "Yeah, I'm dead, 042."

  047 holding the nail sword in his hand and looking at 042 with a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder vigorously.

   "But I'm back from hell."

  He looked angry.

  "For our wishes, ideals...

   Die again! "

  The dark shadow pierced through the storm, accompanied by lightning and thunder, severely shattered the protection of the Reichenbach and reached the core of the battlefield.

   Fiery white flames gushing out from the gap in the steel, as if in this armor of original sin, a certain burning dead soul is lodged.

  (End of this chapter)