Ember Gun

  Chapter 474 Hungry Wolves

  "It was an extremely bright starry sky, revealing fascinating colors, and the darkness all around retreated in front of it... They were entangled, the light slowly undulated, breathing like life..."

  William said softly, as if he was chanting a poem, his eyes began to blur.

   "This is not useful information! William!"

  Merlin yelled. In his opinion, this was nothing more than an illusion of William. Although he also said something about intuition, it was not reliable for William.

  Yes, William’s erosion is increasing. He is not chanting poems, it is just a whimper due to confusion.

   "It's a lot like...like our nerve fibers."

  William continued speaking, like lunatic gibberish.

   "One star after another, their rays of light are connected together, bursting out a majestic glow, and forming a dazzling cluster of stars."

  He stretched out his hand slowly, as if the star cluster was right in front of his eyes.

   "Come, they are here, the stars are here."

William suddenly yelled loudly. He crawled forward in embarrassment, but what was waiting for him was not a star, but a white and delicate palm with blood stained on it. It grabbed the edge of the platform and dragged it. Climbed up with broken wings.

   "It's so beautiful..."

William stopped, the calm face of the angel reflected in his pupils. In his line of sight, this was a cluster of stars that released light and heat. These countless stars constituted this bright starry sky. .

   "Come back! William!"

  Merlin threw the folding knife, grabbed William by the back of the collar, and dragged him back vigorously. At the same time, he waved the folding knife and collided with the angel's iron feathers, bursting out sparks.

  The figure staggered, and both Merlin and William fell to the ground. After all, Merlin was just a mortal. In terms of strength, he did not have the ability to resist angels.

I saw it climbed up completely and stood on the edge of the platform. Soldiers opened fire frantically. Thermite bombs baptized its body one after another. The molten iron flowed down the skin, and the broken steel cut the flesh and blood in a blink of an eye. It spread evenly on the angel's body, like walking out of a burning furnace.

  The angel waved his arm, and sharp spiral spikes pierced from the palm of his hand, shaking the molten iron, and falling crimson splashes.

Merlin only felt a hot pain. The molten iron splashed on his legs. He stood up laboriously and dragged William back. The old guy was already unable to support it, his consciousness became muddy, and his body was deformed. , He slipped towards the abyss.

   "Hold on, William!"

  Merlin said, giving William another shot of Florund's potion, and then the shadows enveloped him.

  The broken angel lifted the spiral spike, the action was stiff, but no one would question the power in it. Merlin was too late to dodge, and the soldiers' attack was only a temporary hindrance, and it was impossible to kill him.

  The cliff of reason began to collapse. Under the threat of death, Merlin knew very well that all her wishes and purposes would collapse.

  Can't die here yet, neither he nor William can die here like this.

  Merlin waved his folding knife in anger. He knew very well that his strength could not resist the angel at all, but he didn't want to fall down without resisting just like that.

The jackknife collided with the spiral spikes. As expected, the force of the impact caused Merlin's arm holding the knife to lose consciousness. Then he felt severe pain, and the whole fell again like losing support. Fell to the ground.

The spiral spike was not repelled because of this. It fell along its original trajectory, first defeated Merlin's folding knife, and then fell on his neck. This blow can be cut directly with bones and flesh and blood, and Merlin will undoubtedly die. .

The pain came from the neck clearly, Merlin could feel his flesh and blood being torn apart, but the pain disappeared soon, at such a close distance, the erosion hit his mind like a heavy hammer, and Merlin's consciousness became heavy. When I got up, countless hallucinations appeared before my eyes.

   "Merlin!"

   The roar sounded, making Mei Lin a little awake, he suddenly raised his head, and blood fell into his eyes.

The sharp metal pierced the angel’s chest. Lorenzo grasped the nailed sword and slowly turned the hilt of the sword to completely shatter the heart that penetrated it. At the top, the angel’s head had already disappeared, at the moment just now. Here, Lorenzo dealt a fatal blow to it.

   Pulled out the spike sword, just like pulling out the wine cork of a wine barrel, blood gushing out uncontrollably, and the angel's figure swayed, and finally fell into the bottom of the workshop, disappearing into the rising mist.

   "Time is running out, Merlin, we will all die if this continues."

  Lorenzo wiped the blood splashed on his face and said solemnly.

The   Workshop imprisoned the angels here, and also trapped them in it. The intensity of the erosion is constantly increasing, so that everyone will become monsters.

  "Their target is William...at least in priority, it is him. If he dies, they may leave or continue to fight with us, but no matter what the result is, it is better than now."

  Lorenzo took a deep breath and looked at the bottom of the workshop. You could see the sword dancers stirring the mist, marching like a beast of steel, the gunshots from the dome remained the same, and the Lancers supported the shrike.

It seems to have an advantage, but in fact there is not much power left. Lorenzo looked around on the platform. Many soldiers have fallen down. They looked around nervously, and maybe they would be themselves in the next second. The comrades around him will be alienated into another hideous monster.

   "Give me some more time, Lorenzo."

  Merlin dragged William and said again that William was the person closest to the darkness and the person most likely to see the secret behind the curtain. Merlin didn't want to just give up all this.

New thunder groups were excited out of thin air. They descended from the middle section of the shaft wall, and under the scattered black thunder, they instantly destroyed the surrounding material, and some appeared directly on the lifting platform, and the entire platform was swallowed by countless thunder groups. , Leaving one huge burning notch after another, and then the broken metal began to fall, falling into the battlefield below.

What's worse is the thunder group that appeared in the crowd. The soldiers were caught by the thunder group before they could escape. The ball-shaped lightning easily tore through flesh and blood. Gushing out, all the blood was captured by another force before it fell, split and dissipated, condensed in the center of the thunder group, casting a new body.

   "I will try my best, Merlin."

  Lorenzo watched all this quietly, feeling a little pressure.

  The dead angels are back again, and under the reshaped body, they are strong and powerful.

  This time Lorenzo did not directly participate in the battle. He stood on the edge of the platform and guarded Merlin, while his eyes were peeping keenly.

   "It's really endless!"

   Percival couldn't help but roared. From her position, you can directly observe the overall movement, only to see the emergence of one thunder group, densely packed, covering the battlefield.

  What she can do is to shoot at the moment the angels leave the thunder group, while they are still in a fragile state and have not started to move, and consume their power as much as possible.

  The light trails fell on the angels one after another, and the flesh and blood were torn apart by the violent explosion.

William seemed to have recovered. He looked at all this with a bit of shock. These monsters have a sacred appearance, but like evil spirits, they crawled out of the pit of dense fog, and the glory of the holy cut fell on the sky. , Knock them back one by one.

If William and the others had this kind of defensive force back then, maybe everything would be different. During the Red News incident, William could not make any response at all. Although there were soldiers in the laboratory to protect them, their equipment was at that time. Compared to the present, the angels easily killed everyone and cast their madness into everyone's consciousness.

  Percival pulled the trigger again, but this time there was no roar in response. The bullet was empty.

  Like before, the Lancer's hand stretched out behind him, but this time it grabbed an empty space, and saw that the piled up ammunition had been consumed, leaving only the empty iron box.

After the experiment began, the entire workshop was closed, even the rails above. Although this thing is used to transport goods, its space is enough for the monster to invade the entire perpetual pump along the track. .

"Oops."

  Percival thought.

  This position is considered safe. It is at the highest point of the workshop. The angels have not yet spread here. Now they are mostly concentrated in the bottom and middle positions.

   "Ah...really!"

Percival thought for a moment, and then made a decision. She dropped the heavy lance and drew a war blade from the erected weapon rack. It is not as huge as the blade of a sword dancer. You can hold it directly in your hand if you need to connect to the device.

The Lancer leaped out of the high platform violently, and at the same time the fuel tank on its body began to burn, and a raging fire erupted from the back of the armor.

Falling directly at this height, even without the siege of angels, with the strength of the third-generation armor, it will fall half to death, but it is not the same as expected. The light cavalry directly hit the edge of the well wall, relying on the fuel tank. With huge thrust, it galloped down around the wall of the well, and wielded its sword in this march.

Percival's melee control is obviously not as good as the Shrike, but this may also be related to the armor category. The Lancer itself is positioned as a self-propelled artillery launcher with a certain degree of mobility, and the sword dancer is the warrior who charges. .

When the Lancers fell, they didn't hit many enemies with their swords. Instead, relying on their sturdy self, they knocked down many angels who had escaped from the thunder group.

"nice!"

   Percival exclaimed, this feeling was like sailing a boat, she forcefully overturned the guys who were in the way.

   "Be careful! Percival!"

  Shrike shouted loudly in the laughter.

"what happened?"

  Percival moved her gaze aside, and before she got an answer, she knew what had happened.

At first, it was a dark origin. It landed on the side of the Lancers. At this moment, the Lancers were moving very fast, and the fuel tanks behind them were burning. It can be said that the Lancers can cross this place in less than a second. The dark origin, but the speed of the origin multiplication is far beyond imagination.

The pitch-black origin expanded into a surging thunderball, and the sturdy external armor and armor collapsed in an instant, and the white light reflected Percival's face. At such a close distance, she could see this clearly. The appearance of Lei Tuan, it is not pure pitch black, there is a white shimmer in the abyss, but it is too faint, only such a mortal distance can I see a corner.

In that dim light, endless dust gathered together. They pieced together a holy body, first with bones and flesh, and then skin to wrap them. Corresponding to it is the lancer who is constantly collapsing, with the metal shell shattered. After that, the cables and central frame underneath were exposed, and it was continuously split and split.

  Percival saw that the white skeleton was covered with flesh and blood. After filling the abominable skeletons, a pair of godless eyes opened from the dark thunder and looked at himself.

  The face began to become hideous, and finally turned into an absolute nightmare.

High-intensity erosion fell on Percival's consciousness at close range. At this critical juncture, the sharp blade cut off, and the sword dancer cut off the lancer's body, causing it to break free from the devouring of the thunder group. Come.

  Broken steel fell from a high altitude with a fuel tank burning on its body. After falling to the bottom, it set off an explosion of fireworks, dispersing the thick mist.

  "Are you still alive? Percival!"

  The sword dancer quickly evacuated after one blow. With the scars left by the angels, the smooth walls of the well became pits, giving the sword dancers room to move.

  "It's still alive...but it's probably useless."

Percival's groan sounded, and I saw the **** Percival hanging on the breastplate of the sword dancer. At a critical moment, the sword dancer chopped down along the wound caused by the thunder group, separating the two at the same time. , Pulled Percival out of it.

This brutal behavior brought many wounds to Percival. There were many wounds left by steel on her body, as if she had been slashed by a sword, and there were some broken infusion tubes and electrodes hanging on her body. , But these are not the worst, the worst is Percival's flanks.

The instant the Lei Tuan appeared, it not only swallowed the steel, but also the flesh and blood under the steel, probably thanks to the rapid advancement of the fuel tank. If Percival was slower for a moment, perhaps her torso would have been completely covered by now. Lei Tuan had eaten it, and now the shrike rescued only half of his body.

The flesh and blood on the flanks and the cloth disappeared completely, and the wound was huge. Percival endured the pain, firmly grasping the sword dancer’s breastplate with one hand, and covering his wound with the other to prevent any internal organs from flowing. Came out.

   "Take care of her."

The   Sword Dancer landed on a nearby platform and put Percival down.

   "Ah, am I too unlucky? I acted well before, but every time I acted recently, I lost half my life."

  The medical staff surrounded Percival, and she looked up and said slowly as if she could not feel the fear of death.

"probably……"

Shrike shook his head as he spoke, and the sword dancer looked down. With the fall of the Lancers, the defeat of the line of defense was irreversible... In fact, there was no possibility of reversal at the beginning, and everything he did was just delaying failure. 's arrival

   "It's terrible...what are we fighting against..."

  Wake up from the fury of fighting, Shrike only feels a chill in his back.

  The undead evil spirits are back again, they never really die, only these ridiculous mortals die.

   "Thirteen..."

  At this time, Lorenzo said softly, standing on the edge of the high platform, as if he was about to fall in the next moment.

From beginning to end, no matter how many killed and how many returned, the angels always remained at thirteen. That is to say, the will that descended here now is only these thirteen. This reminds Lorenzo a lot, and it will go far. Thinking about it in the past, in the dry well, the monk Tavern’s demon hunter fought far more than these thirteen angels, and it was the same in the Maruri port. There were far more than these, but now the ones appearing here. only these.

  Why are there only these? Is it because our information threshold is not enough and does not have a higher priority?

  Or to say...something else has also crossed the [fence], their priority is far higher than ours, causing more angels to clear them?

  If this is the case, then what are those things?

  Hungry wolves...

  Lorenzo thought and jumped down.

  (End of this chapter)