Ember Gun

   Chapter 447

  The time for dedication has arrived.

Hu Ao clenched the twisted steel, his figure swayed, and every time he moved forward, he would tear the wound in his abdomen, and the broken iron pieces cut deeper and deeper into the flesh and blood.

  The pain warned him that there is only a dead end to move on.

In the past, Hu Ao would retreat in fear, but now it’s different. Hu Ao can only do this. He can’t continue to compromise. Behind him is Miguel and Liya. It is his sacred belief and his. Light.

  More footsteps sounded around, and the choir fighters were quickly approaching here. Miguel looked at the figures in the sea of ​​fire, and the smile on his face became more and more frantic.

Yes, that's it. As long as Hu Ao can buy him a little bit of time, Miguel is very clear about the strength of the choirs, and they can’t compete with the Demon Hunters, but they are also beyond. The existence of ordinary people.

   "Hurry up, do it! Eve!"

  Kestrel saw Miguel who was leaning aside. This guy was really not dead. Although his breath was sluggish, but thinking of the guy called the Epidemic Doctor, Kestrel felt that for insurance, he still had to give Miguel a few more stabs.

"I saw!"

  Eve raised the pistol from her arms, and the meteor was carried behind her back. At this close range, Eve felt that there was no need to use this ghost.

  The light is chaotic and dim, and can only judge the position with the flickering firelight, Eve speeds up the pace and approaches, and pulls the trigger at the same time.

   Gunfire after gunshot.

  The bullet fell on Miguel's side, splashed with smoke and dust, then hit his ankle, and then rubbed his arm.

  He has no strength to cry, but he can't feel any so-called fear.

  Miguel is a poor man whose soul has been seduced by power, but again, he is fearless for all of this, and even said that he is willing to gamble his life.

  Got a bet. There is no need to add any prerequisites. Miguel is betting on whether he can survive and whether there will be a turnaround.

   "Stop it!"

  Hu Ao roared, he felt that his violent soul would tear out of his chest.

  He waved the twisted steel and smashed the approaching Kestrel and Eve. This was Hu Ao’s first murder, and he did not hesitate.

  At this moment, ordinary weak souls also went crazy, just like this twisted world.

  Noisy voices rang in front of him. In the dim light, Kestrel didn’t know who the guy in front of him was, but he was a bit familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere...

  But it doesn’t matter anymore. Kestrel is going to kill Miguel. Anyone who gets in the way will get one shot...or two, depending on whether they are willing to lie down honestly or stand up against themselves.

  Kestrel waved his folding knife with one hand, and his icy sharp sharpened his crazy face.

  After all, Hu Ao is just a famous sailor. He has never been on the battlefield, nor has he killed anyone. In this **** battlefield, he is as pure as white paper.

  He is the few, the only, and sinless man.

  The folding knife caught the steel, blocked it easily, and then deflected it to another angle by the direction of the force.

  This is a very simple sword fighting technique, so simple that the Kestrel has not used it for a long time, because the enemy he faces will not be misled by such tricks.

  In the fight among mortals, the Kestrel is simply the master of the battlefield.

  Hu Ao only felt that the direction of his slash had been reversed. After exhausting his strength, he couldn't hold back his strength. He fell to the other side and brushed past the Kestrel.

A hideous wound split along Hu Ao’s arm. While blocking the attack, the Kestrel also made a counterattack, just like trampling a bug to death at will. Kestrel did not go to see Hu Ao and continued. Go forward.

  Hu Ao fell heavily to the ground, and after a brief gasp, a heart-piercing pain came.

His consciousness gradually blurred. It seemed that he fell from a fishing boat into the sea. The cold water swallowed him little by little. There seemed to be a voice saying to himself, "Go to sleep, go to sleep. As long as you sleep, you don't have to suffer this pain." NS".

"Do not…"

  Hu Ao growled.

He remembered the past. Once their fishing boat encountered a storm. The sky and the earth became gray. The wind and the sea were raging. Everyone was shrouded in despair. Some people even gave up the hope of life. What I hope is not too painful when I die.

  At this moment of despair, only Hu Ao did not give up.

  He remembers that someone said to himself that as long as you are alive, you will always have the opportunity to transfer. You will see the beauty of this world and find the meaning of your own existence.

  Hu Ao lives for this illusion.

  Now he found it.

  The figure stood up tenaciously, and ran towards the Kestrel with a low growl.

  He feels like a hero in the story. At the last moment, he has completed his self-cognition. He will save everything from danger and everything will become better again.

  But this is not a story, but a cruel and cold reality.

  Eve waved the **** of Meteor’s rifle and knocked down the crumbling figure again. So relaxed and casual, Hu Ao fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.

  No one cared about him, he could only witness Eve and Kestrel approaching Miguel, and then killed him, shattering all the beauty.

   "Why... shouldn't it be like this?"

  No one can answer his question.

  The sound of footsteps around became clearer, and the cold blade tore apart the dust and sparks.

   "Be careful! Kestrel!"

   Eve yelled and fired at the same time. The bullet directly hit the flesh and blood, but failed to kill him. His body was incredibly tough, only to stagnate for a while, and then he brandished his sword and slashed at the Kestrel.

The warriors of the    choir arrived here, and Eve and the Kestrel were surrounded in a blink of an eye, obviously only a little away from Miguel.

   Eve made a decisive decision. She quickly emptied the bullet in the pistol, but the bullet failed to hit Miguel. A choir fighter directly blocked the path, causing a burst of blood.

The sound of metal crashing sounded one after another. Eve’s reminder successfully warned the Kestrel and gave him an early warning, but unfortunately, he was injured, and he was really good for the monsters blessed by the blood. It won't take much advantage.

The folding knife was easily suppressed by the blade. The Kestrel raised his wounded arm and held up the hilt strongly, but still couldn't resist the strange force. He knelt down involuntarily, and the suppressed blade was cut. Chest.

   "So I still won..."

  Migle looked at the soldiers coming to the rescue and smiled. Under this heavy protection, Eve and Kestrel had no chance to get close to Migle, let alone kill him.

With that madness, Eve is still resisting, and no matter whether it hurts herself or not, she directly set up the meteor, and the front sight wandered freely. At this distance, no matter where it hits, the explosion will kill a large area. people.

The soldiers did not give Eve a chance to pull the trigger. The blade slashed fiercely on the barrel of the gun. Although the force could not cut it off, it also made a slight arc, and the huge force that was excited was also shocked. Eve's wrist was sore that he couldn't grasp the meteorite tightly.

  It's over, it's all over.

  At this moment, Eve was not worried about the safety of life. At the moment when Meteor let go, she thought that she might not be able to kill Miguel.

  No, there is still a chance.

  The warrior could only see a silver light lit up in Eve's hand, and then a cold touch emerged along his throat, which penetrated the flesh and blood and hit the spine directly below it.

  The lancet penetrated his neck, because the length of the blade was not enough, after piercing it, Eve quickly made a punch and sent it completely into it.

  Heart was beating violently. Eve looked around. The action probably failed, but she hadn't lost yet. She was a natural ranger, perhaps not better than these violent secret blood, but she would not die so easily.

More sword light fell, it was the intensive rainstorm, which sealed all Eve's movements. Just as she was about to cut her into pieces, gunshots sounded and bullets passed by Eve’s side, hitting them one after another. After the soldiers, this may not kill them, but it caused a gap in the cage of death.

   Eve rushed forward, touched the ground with one hand, and then bounced herself vigorously, like a dance, through the crossed sword blades.

  She rolled on the ground and quickly got up again. She touched her lower abdomen, and blood poured out.

  Eve was injured, she escaped from the blade, but it does not mean that she did not escape the attack.

  There were several wounds on the arms, thighs, shoulders, and body, and chaotic pain came from every inch of the body, like a wild beast eating its own flesh and blood.

   "Kestrel, are you still alive?"

  In the chaotic battle, she lost Kestrel’s vision, and she didn’t know if he was still alive. After all, Kestrel was injured and his situation was more critical than her own.

There was no response, but then the dark figure passed in front of him, Kestrel headed a warrior forward, using his body as a shield, while Kestrel's hands firmly grasped the folding knife and pressed his heart. Run through.

   "I'm still alive...It should be said that I am dying."

  Kestrel drew the folding knife out of the flesh and blood, and his hair was thrown down indiscriminately, and it was stained with the blood on his face.

  This feels terrible. It reminds the Kestrel of the fight in the Black Mountain Hospital. It was almost the same at that time. In the desperate situation, he chopped up and down, but in the end he survived, but this time it was different.

  Now he is in Gallunaro, far away from the homeland of Inervig, and besides him there is no army, only a **** intern.

   "So this is our daily work, and we may die at some point."

  Kestrel retreated slowly, leaning towards Eve, and the soldiers around him also approached. They also realized that they were both at the end of their crossbows. As long as they fought for a while, they would fall powerlessly.

   "Why, what do you want to say now?"

  Eve cooperated with Kestrel’s bad words as much as possible to calm the fear in his heart.

   "I feel that my holiday is not over yet! This is the saddest thing! I worked so hard for that precious holiday, and now I am about to die in this ghost place."

  Kestrel wiped his face vigorously. Just now, a guy cut his eye sockets with a sword. The blood was flowing continuously, turning his sight into blood red.

   "To be honest, if someone can come to save me now, then I must be able to agree with my body."

  Kestrel was a little tired. He was holding the scarred jackknife, recovering his strength as much as possible.

   "Do you think this is possible?"

  Eve doesn’t believe these things very much.

  This is an action doomed to fail, just like being cursed. From the beginning of the action, everything is moving in the direction of chaos, and all the pre-prepared preparations are disrupted.

  What is waiting here is not a pope to be slaughtered, but an army with secret blood.

   "It is possible, how can it not? I'm the lucky kestrel, maybe the heading dawn will appear above us, and then countless original sin armors will drop here directly."

  Kestrel began to talk nonsense.

   "We will all survive, add honor, and then occupy Maruli, along with the Armor of Original Sin, until the capital of Gallunaro."

  He gradually lost his strength. Although he didn't want to, he still sat down slowly.

   "Ah...If a miracle is about to happen, hurry up!"

   Kestrel yelled, and at this moment, the gunshot that had just saved Eve sounded again, the sound was very close, and it was made nearby.

  The bullets poured out and penetrated the bodies of several fighters. They were still a little hesitant, but then one after another heads exploded in front of the two of them.

   "I'll just say that my marksmanship is accurate."

  The woman's voice sounded.

  In this dim and chaotic situation, it is not easy to achieve a gunshot headshot. If Eve has this level, she will kill Miguel in the shooting just now.

   "So how many people died unknowingly under your assassination?" the man asked.

   "I don't know, it's all work anyway."

  The woman's voice was a bit brisk.

   "I am unemployed now, and I will kill them all I have to do."

  Eileen and Hybold appeared at the end of the field of vision, the light was a little fuzzy, and Eve couldn't see their appearance, but judging from the outline of the edge, they were also exhausted.

   "Ah! Kestrel, it's a turnaround!"

  Eve cheered up a bit, she began to believe that the Kestrel was a lucky guy, and someone would come to rescue them in such a terrible situation.

   "What's the turning point! Is there any use for them to come? Can they change the situation?"

  Kestrel did not feel the slightest joy, but felt worried.

  That’s right, Irene and Hybade can’t change the situation at all. Only the monster like Lorenzo can really reverse it, but Lorenzo is not here.

  Lorenzo did not show up with Irene and the others...Sure enough, something accident happened?

   "Run away! Don't come! This is just to die!"

  Kestrel shouted loudly, now that Irene and Hybade have not been surrounded by the soldiers, they still have the possibility of surviving.

  But the two of them seemed to have not heard the words of the Kestrel, they approached here, and the gunshots continued.

  "Get ready, Eve, I will find a way to send you out, and you will leave with them."

  Kestrel, as if he had made up his mind, staggered to his feet.

"What do you mean?"

  Eve faintly guessed that she wanted to say something else, but seeing the new and old injuries on the Kestrel's body, she still couldn't say anything.

   "Let's go." Kestrel said.

  This is not a time for small talk, the soldiers swarmed up, killing a few people is only a matter of time.

  Kestrel squeezed the folding knife tightly. At this moment, like Hu Ao, he had such a strange feeling.

  He feels like a hero, just like he did at the Black Mountain Hospital, so he is still handsome.

In this case…

"come!"

   Kestrel quaked and shouted.

There is always a moment for a person to deal with thousands of troops and horses with one person's power... Well, this is the part of the Kestrel reading when he reads a knight novel. From then on, if he feels that he is going to die, he must die in this situation. Down.

  That’s why he didn’t hesitate to turn back when there was Black Mountain Hospital, but the amazing thing is that Kestrel finally survived, and now he repeats it all again.

  The soldiers approached gradually, the Kestrel was fearless, and the distance shortened more and more. Just as he was about to swing his arms, the roar of thunder penetrated the battlefield.

  The blazing white fireworks soared, and accompanied by bursts of thunder, a black shadow fell from the sky and hit the ground fiercely, blood overflowing.

  This change brought the situation to a halt strangely, everyone's eyes were fixed there, and then some figures stood up swayingly.

  There are countless wounds on the body, each of which goes deep into the bone marrow, and you can see the slowly squirming flesh and blood under it. The limbs are distorted at a distorted angle, like a bone that has been interrupted by a person.

  The body was shattered, but the person did not die, staggering, as if the soul had been emptied.

  Migle's gaze became terrified, he recognized the broken man in the smoke and dust, how he could not have imagined that such a powerful him would become like this.

  So what kind of monster would he be like to wound him into such a person?

There was thunder in response to Miguel’s question. The dazzling thunder ran across the battlefield and accurately hit the broken man, wrapped in a huge force, and hit him on the stone pillars that stood in the square, followed by more The thunder came.

  One after another sharp spikes pierced Lawrence's body, nailing him to the stone pillar, and then a raging flame gushed from it, burning the body.

Its daybreak.

  The endless skylight rises from the end of the darkness, illuminating the desperate battlefield. The light is so dazzling that the soldiers can't help but close their eyes and dare not look at him.

  Kestrel was startled at first, until the dazzling light made him shed tears, and he screamed in return.

   "Wow!"

   is probably too excited, he can't even say a word of completion.

  The lucky Kestrel didn't need to be sent to death. The lucky Kestrel survived once again.

There was still the oppressive erosion that was walking with the light. Hu Ao reluctantly raised his head. He saw the man nailed to the stone pillar. He remembered that mask was the noble Master Lawrence, and he looked at the endless Light.

  That is not only darkness, absolute darkness, destroying the darkness of Orthodox Church, destroying the beautiful darkness of Huao.

  "If there were no Holy Night...If there were no such things, maybe you would be the next patriarch, Lorenzo Holmos."

   Above the stone pillar, under the broken body, such a sound rang.

   "Ah... probably, who cares about this kind of thing?"

  Lorenzo shook his head as he spoke, and he slowly moved forward with his nail sword, stepping through the burning ruins.

  (End of this chapter)