Ember Gun

  Chapter 437 Holy War

As the action began, Eve successfully came to the assassination position under the cover of the Kestrel. The crowd here is barely dense, but there are burning candles everywhere, and the flames are surging. If anyone can see from a high altitude , Will be surprised to find that fireworks are entwined on the theater square like a luminous track, and under the sound of prayers, it is like an ancient ritual altar.

  Standing on the circular stairs, Eve has enough vision to observe the pope on the high platform. Behind him are old stone pillars, and Eve is close to the stone pillars.

  The ceremony has not yet begun, and there is no one on the temporarily erected platform. This is the center of the theater square. Soon the Orthodox Pope will ascend the throne here to kick off the ceremony.

   "Are you nervous?"

  Kestrel asked in a low voice from the side. To be honest, he didn't feel very good. The assassination of the pope was entrusted to both of them, and he trusted himself a little bit too much.

   "I'm okay, but it's getting dark soon."

When the Kestrel was injured, the assassination could only be done by Eve. Unlike the previous recklessness, Eve is undoubtedly calmer and more cautious now.

  She looked at the end of the horizon. The range of the weapon was limited. Maybe she only had the chance to shoot one shot. If the light gets dim again, Eve is not sure that she can successfully assassinate the Pope.

  The prayers of faith continue. Although there is no clear time point, the violin box has been opened as the prayers gradually become enthusiastic.

It is an exquisite rifle. The overall design style is quite a perpetual pump. There are many arc designs, like flowing steel. From some details, it really looks like an experimental product. It is everywhere. It's rough edges and corners. From the gaps in the guns, you can still see the complicated mechanical internal structure, just like being pulled out to perform the task before you can decorate the appearance in the future.

  All around were believers who bowed their heads in prayer, and the Kestrel helped Eve to block it, no one noticed that this deadly weapon was taken out by Eve.

This is a weapon called "Meteor". Although it sounds pretty cool, its range is poor, and it can be a little more than a conventional rifle. Eve thinks the perpetual pump will provide some over-range. To assist in combat, such as those Askar grand cannons, in this case, she would not have to rely on such a recent attack on the Pope.

  If there is really a weapon with an outrageous range to assist, Eve will probably stay in a certain attic with the Kestrel, peering into the theater square with a scope, biting the bread while pulling the trigger to end it all.

   "So what is the difference between this weapon?"

  Eve picked up the meteorite and hid it under the teaching robe. The only advantage of this weapon is that it is relatively small and can be disassembled. From this perspective, this weapon is indeed suitable for assassination.

   also comes with an extended barrel and scope. After they are installed, it is like a long sword, being smashed to the ground by Eve.

   "I don't know, we don't even have time to test how this weapon is used... What did Merlin say about this thing?"

The Kestrel took out a few bullets. This is a special bullet of Meteorite. Unlike conventional bullets, this thing has to be lengthened a bit, with complicated patterns and nesting on it, just like an exquisite handicraft. No one can understand. Why do those guys like the pump of perpetual movement like to pursue artistic pursuits in this kind of place?

  "Aim and shoot. He said that this thing is no different from conventional weapons. As long as you can pull the trigger, you can use it."

  Don’t know why, Eve felt that this action became more and more absurd.

  Suddenly the believers boiled up. They raised their heads, moving in unison, like a machine, giving people an unspeakable sense of weirdness.

  Eve and Kestrel were aware of the change in atmosphere, they fell silent, lowered their breath, and stared at the empty platform.

  Are you going to start?

  Eve thought this way, she retreated slightly and hid in the shadow behind the Kestrel, the cold metal sound rang and she set up the meteorite.

  After a brief silence, someone walked out slowly on the high platform.

  Migur's face was expressionless and solemn, but his inner excitement seemed to be pouring out of the five holes.

  What a deep wish this is, he is about to come true, and he has longed for all this for too long.

   Looking down at the crowd below, the believers raised their heads one after another, their eyes were frantic. All their eyes were on Miguel's body, as if there was light attached to it.

  This is faith, this is power.

  Behind him, the believers are holding the golden crown, and soon Miguel will wear this sacred crown under their watch, and become the servant of God and the servant of all servants.

"let's start."

  Migle said to himself.

  This word is like a curse. It triggered something, so Miguel saw it.

At the end of his sight, at the moment when day and night meet, he saw a boiling light surging from the end of the horizon, like a bursting volcano, a pillar of fire pierced through the sky and the earth, and then it condensed into substantive air. The waves are convoluted with dust and debris.

They are like an invisible army, wrapped in everything in the way, destroying them one by one, tearing them into countless pieces, the streets are shaken, and the glass is shattered one by one. This is like a sea tide, surging from every gap. Until he reached Miguel's eyes.

   is like the doomsday.

It was too late to give any warning. When Miguel noticed this, the disaster had already arrived, and all the voices were replaced by the deafening roar, as if a storm was descending here, and the candle was extinguished in the dark. Plunged into darkness.

  The high platform collapsed and the crowd overturned.

  Eve was leaning against the stone pillar, and shocking air waves surged from both sides of her. She had thought that Lorenzo's explosion would shock many people, but she didn't know how powerful it was.

  Meteor swayed back and forth in the frenzied air current, Eve tried her best to control it, her eyes through the scope, dim and dim, she tried to find Miguel's figure.

This far-than-expected explosion disrupted everyone's plans. Eve saw the position of Miguel from behind the scope. The future pope was very embarrassed. He grabbed the remains of the high platform and tried not to let himself. Fall down.

"farewell."

  Eve pulled the trigger as he said.

  Suddenly the other hand grabbed Eve’s finger, so that the finger that pulled the trigger could not be pressed, and at the same time Eve was thrown down.

   "What are you doing! Kestrel!"

   Eve cursed, but before she waited for more questions, the Kestrel pressed Eve’s mouth and, with the tyrannical air current, led her to roll down the circular staircase.

  Here is the same mess. Many messy things are pushed over, like a simple bunker, which can temporarily block the two of them.

"What are you doing!"

  Eve was about to explode, as long as she pulled the trigger, their group of actions was over.

   "Shhh..."

  Kestrel looked at her very seriously, and then he pointed at the believers.

  Eve didn't have any more attacks, but looked over his fingers.

Many people overturned under the impact, groaning in pain, but the strange thing is that there are still many believers who have not fallen. They are like stone pillars, standing firm under the impact, and the light of steel is revealed under the torn robe. , Hunting in the air.

  "Look carefully, Eve, this is your internship, and it's also a contest of life and death."

  Kestrel changed the former neuropathic criminal, and taught Eve experience like a veteran.

  Eve listened to him, and then his pupils solidified.

   "After all, the cleansing mechanism is fighting against demons. This thing itself is more mysterious, so sometimes the mysterious and mysterious intuition will save our lives. Take a closer look, what do you think they are?"

  Kestrel's voice echoed in his ears.

  Those believers are different from other believers. They are observing the surroundings like sentinels, and there is a scarlet blood radiating from them.

  They moved slowly, and as they moved forward, they could see the blood-stained blade under the robe, and there were corpses being processed in the corner.

  This group of guys who shouldn't exist here, they are incompatible with everything here, like ruthless beasts, the impact of the explosion has no effect on them...no, it still has an effect.

  One after another cultists climbed up from the ground, with the same indifference, and then more and more guys appeared in front of Eve.

   "The choir..."

  Eve’s voice froze. Not only were a bunch of followers gathered here, but there was also an army blessed by secret blood.

  She couldn't imagine what would happen if she pulled the trigger. I am afraid she would not even have the chance to escape, and she would be cut into pieces of meat by countless blades.

   "Giving up action, this is no longer something we can deal with."

   Kestrel whispered, and he pushed Eve's violin case over.

   "No, we may still have a chance." Eve rejected the Kestrel's proposal, tightened the gun, and hid it under his teaching robes. "Now our disguise has not been seen through, there may be a chance."

   "If you are seen through, you will die!"

  Kestrel thinks this girl is a bit too dedicated...No, what are you doing as an intern so dedicated! Did your house clean up the organs? So desperate.

  Wait...From a certain angle, it seems that it was really owned by her house.

  Eve didn’t know the divergent nerves of Kestrel, but finally got serious, and he put himself in again.

   "Wait for Lorenzo, now it's up to Lorenzo to kill the Pope by the way after Operation Lorenzo is over. After all, that guy is outrageous. Although these choirs are crowded, they are not a threat."

  Eve said, going out of the bunker.

"What are you doing?"

  Seeing Eve doing this, Kestrel grabbed her.

   "What else can I do, continue to pretend to be a believer."

  Eve caught the Kestrel and dragged him out of the bunker.

   "The scene must be chaotic now, maybe we still have a chance to assassinate the Pope."

   There was a cold touch on his arm, and as Eve waved his hand slightly, the Lancet slipped into his hand.

  Since the Black Mountain Hospital incident, Eve has fallen in love with this weapon, small and exquisite, unexpectedly, very suitable for assassination.

   "Wow, you are really crazy."

  Kestrel did not know whether to admire Eve, or praise her madness.

  The two tried their best to pretend to be believers, and slowly leaned towards the place where the high platform collapsed.

  The roaring explosion obviously alarmed everyone around. The singing in the Yega Theater ceased, and a series of police whistles sounded in the remote city.

  Lennette led the orchestra out of the dim Yega Theater. Due to the aftermath of the explosion of the gas pipeline, people who lit the lights did not continue to light the street lights. Everyone was panicked and no one illuminates the dark world.

  Gradually, a light rose in the theater square, and the believers lit the candle again, making it the only light.

"what……"

  Lennet looked at this peaceful world. The believers were carrying sundries, taking care of the wounded, and praying in a low voice.

  The group members on the side looked at his head, and he was expecting the performance to be interrupted in this way. He was trying to comfort him, but he heard Lennet whispered.

  "Heaven is destined..."

  He got excited.

   "God wants me to perform this great song."

"what?"

  The group members don’t understand what the group leader is thinking about.

  I saw him yelling excitedly.

   "Come, let us compose music for this sacred scene!"

  Hu Ao and Liya rescued the wounded and lifted everyone up. They still don't know what the explosion is, but they can see the blazing fire from the direction of the street.

"what happened?"

  Hu Ao muttered to himself, but then a voice rang from the wreckage nearby.

   "Huao!"

  Liya called out Hu Ao's name. She was standing next to the wreck, waving her hands and calling Hu Ao to help.

  As a sailor, he is still very powerful, so Hu Ao walked over quickly, and from the dark gap he could barely see the man's appearance.

   "Under the crown!"

   he cried out in surprise.

  The orchestra is ready, under the direction of Lennet, in this somewhat terrible temporary venue, melodious tunes sounded under the night.

  Everything looked very beautiful, until a dark figure came against the blazing fire from the direction of the street.

  They grew more and more, until the burning flames were completely obscured, like absolute darkness, the believers of the Gospel Church raised their weapons high and shouted loudly.

   "Heart!"

  They are angry, they need to vent, they hate this new sect, and they want to destroy it.

  No one knows who assembled these people, but they really appeared like this. In the eyes of these enthusiasts, many truths are unreasonable, and they regard this explosion as the will of God.

  God was angry, and in order to calm the anger, they wanted to destroy the orthodox church that was enthroned.

  The mounted police tried to stop them, but only then did they discover that they didn’t know when there were very few colleagues around them.

  Where are they going? No one knows.

  The mounted police blew the police whistle vigorously, but nothing could be changed. They were swallowed by the crowd little by little.

The dark night and the dull city hid this atrocities, but some keen guys smelled the sweetness of blood, but they looked into the darkness, but they couldn't see anything. It was also at this time that the choirs moved. Get up, they are prepared for this.

  The two beliefs are about to collide together, triggering that crazy holy war.

  (End of this chapter)