Ember Gun

  Chapter 553 For Whom the Death Bell Tolls

  The iron curtain-like lead gray clouds disappeared, and replaced by the blue sky, the sea is no longer calm, but with the sudden breeze, waves are set off, they are restless together, making the rhythm of nature echo.

  In a peaceful, ordinary and normal world, many people are tired of boring life, but now it seems that such boredom is so precious.

  On this island on the edge of the sea of ​​silence, among the white snow, Shrike should enjoy the ecstasy of escaping from the dead at this moment, but now there is a more painful choice waiting for him.

"What did you say?"

  Shrike held the empty silver revolver and looked up at Frocky who stood up.

   "Choose, a cruel and difficult choice."

  Frocky looked in the direction of Silent Sea.

  There are countless wooden debris floating on the sea outside the island, and some floating bodies. These are the people who escaped with them. Unfortunately, only these people survived.

  "A choice that violates benevolence and morality, and a choice that turns good people into bad people."

Frocky continued speaking. He walked to the scarred long ship and didn't know what he was looking for. Only three of them survived the entire narwhal, but the danger is not over yet. They are in this deserted sea of ​​silence. On the edge, if no one finds them, they still cannot escape.

  "On the other side of this island, there is a small village. It is a stronghold where I often stay after returning from Jihai. Only when I get there, we are truly safe."

  Many times of exploring the Silent Sea has allowed Frocky to find out the distribution of most of the islands near the Silent Sea, and he has also connected with the villages on it as a stronghold when he returns.

Frocky flipped through the long ship and found two large bags with the symbol of the perpetual pump, which were the supply bags prepared by the cleaning agency for this operation. Shrike looked at these things, and his heart was faintly uneasy. rise.

  "But the problem is that here is far away from that small village. With our foot strength and the heavy snow environment, we will have to walk for several days even if we are not injured, let alone our current state."

Frocky brought the two supply packs to Shrike's body. As early as when he boarded the Narwhal, Froggy was ready for everything. He asked for these supply packs from Lancelot. It was placed on its own long boat and used as a lifeboat in case of emergency.

It can be a lifeboat for Lancelot and others, and it can also become Frocky's. He has long thought about the plan after the failure to usurp the narwhal, but unfortunately the waves caused by the sea snake are really too big. Two remained.

  "How to consider a person's true value."

  Frocky suddenly said loudly, with a solemn expression.

   "That is to let him face death, depending on the choice he makes."

  As if praying, he lowered his head and looked at the Shrike before long, and placed one of the two supply kits in front of the Shrike.

   "The time to make a decision is up, Shrike."

  Frocky said as he picked up another supply package and walked towards the dense forest. The branches were covered with frost, like a frozen cage.

Shrike struggled hard. He wanted to stand up and catch up with Frocky, and then strangle him with his own hands, but he couldn't do it. He turned over with great effort and saw his **** thighs, and also saw falling on him. The third survivor beside him.

   "Lan...Lancelot!"

Shrike gave up chasing Frocky for a while, and he rushed over in horror. Lancelot's condition was much worse than Shrike. He himself was shot by Frocky and experienced this long time. The turbulence and the immersion of sea water.

   Stroking Lancelot's body, the temperature was cold, and the muscles began to become a little stiff, the shrike patted Lancelot's face vigorously, the pupils of the pale face closed tightly, as if dead.

   "No...no no! No way! Wake up! Lancelot! Don't sleep!"

  Shrike repeatedly called Lancelot's name, but Lancelot made no response, lying on his chest, he could still hear the faint heartbeat, this tenacious soul was not dead yet.

"no no……"

  Shrike felt that the world was spinning, he grabbed a handful of snow and slapped it on his face, using the coldness to make himself sober.

  【A bad choice. 】

  Frocky's voice kept echoing in his ears. Shrike made a decision. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the cold dense forest.

   "Frocky!"

   Shrike shouted with all his strength.

  Frocky seemed to have guessed the Shrike’s reaction. He did not go far, but on a large rock next to the dense forest, he dried the snow and sat on it to recover his strength.

  Shrike looked at this **** Viking, his soul was struggling, and finally said with great pain.

   "Help me! Frocky! Help me! He is dying."

  Frocky looked at the Shrike quietly, he said nothing, did nothing, as if admiring his despair and struggle.

  Shrike clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and his nails were sunken into flesh and blood. As expected, his request for help was not answered, it was only a humiliation.

How to do? What else can I do? By the way, the supply kit, there are emergency medical supplies, and food. This thing may help Lancelot, as long as he stays in that village, he can survive.

  Shrike thought about it and stretched out his hand to grab the supply package left by Frocky, and at this moment Frocky's voice sounded.

   "You can't save him. He lost too much blood. Death is already doomed."

  Frocky showed a disgusting smile on his face and walked down from the big rock.

"It's a long distance from the village. This supply package is only enough for one person... and it's not even enough for one person. After all, the road is long and there is wind and snow," Frocky said, "If you take it Give it to Lancelot, and the result is that his death will be delayed for a few minutes, or tens of minutes, and you will freeze to death here probably a few days later due to lack of supplies."

"Shut up!"

   Shrike yelled, he stood up laboriously, holding the supply bag in one hand, and putting Lancelot's shoulder on him with the other hand, he supported it and strode forward with difficulty.

"Abandon Lancelot, walk out here with hatred, bring the story here back to Inervig, or uphold the ridiculous morality, try to take him away...that is, die here together?" Flo Kee continued, "In fact, you can try this. Maybe you met a hunter in the village? So both of them will be saved."

   "Do you want to take a bet? Shrike!"

   "Shut up! Shut up!"

  Shrike repeatedly cursed Frocky, dragging his injured thigh, and laboriously leading Lancelot forward, thinking of nothing for a while, and all that was left was to move forward.

  Go forward and find that village, everyone can live.

  As if unable to feel the pain and exhaustion of his body, the Shrike carried Lancelot forward, stepped through the deep snow, and moved forward with difficulty.

   "Shrike!"

  Frocky shouted again, he raised his hand high, what seemed to be holding in his hand, and then Frocky put the thing on the big rock he had stayed before.

This time Frocky stopped staying any more. He turned around and walked into the depths of the dense forest. His condition was much better than that of Shrike, not to mention that Frocky didn’t have any burden. Disappeared in the sight of Shrike.

  There are footprints left by Frocky on the snow. Shrike followed the footprints. He didn't know the way, so he could only follow Frocky in this way.

Cold, exhaustion, pain...Negative forces shrouded the will of mortals one after another, making the Shrike crazy and desperate, until finally completely numb, the Shrike finally waking up, his consciousness began to trance again, and his vision became blurred. , In order not to lose his direction, Shrike could only lower his head, watch Frocky's footprints, and walk forward with difficulty.

  Go ahead, keep going.

  The body also began to become numb. In the end, the Shrike couldn't perceive the existence of his feet. He could only vaguely see that the two feet still existed on his body. It supported the body and continued to move forward.

go ahead.

   Still going forward, keep going forward.

  The advancement began to become long. During the long time, the Shrike tried hard to think about something to keep himself awake.

  Why do you have to take Lancelot to leave? Obviously it's hard to protect yourself, why do you still want to save him so much? Is it just because he is his boss? As Frocky said, what benevolence and morality are at work, they support the Shrike and make Shrike a "righteous" person.

  A man who is shrouded in glory and sacredness and has a righteous heart.

  So I can't give up Lancelot, and I have to take him away. This is not only for the justice in my heart, but also to save his life.

  But...but the shrike is too tired, so tired that for a moment, the shrike wants to die. As long as you die, you won’t be troubled anymore, and you won’t run around for the lives and justice of others...

  As long as...dead.

  The figure struggling forward stagnated, and the shrike fell down, Lancelot's body pressed against him, and he fell into the snowdrift, almost invisible.

  Ah...Finally, this long journey is over.

  When death came, Shrike felt very calm, and he accepted it calmly.

  No, it's not so much acceptance, it's evasion, it's evasion of these **** choices and reality, and it ends like this.

  Yes, that's it.

   Then... Shrike stood up.

  He looked at the shadow cast by his body under his feet, with a look of sorrow.

   is... why? Why did you stand up again?

  Shrike didn't understand, he had no strength, but he just stood up, and then continued to move forward, his calm face began to twist, and finally roared with hatred.

   "Froggy Wilgderson!"

   A voice full of resentment and anger sounded, and the Shrike bit forward. His legs began to shake, shaking constantly, but he was still moving forward.

  Some things cannot be compromised! Some things can't be forgotten! Some things cannot be forgiven!

Shrike can't die yet. He wants to take Lancelot and leave here alive. He wants to bring the story that happened here back to Inervig. He wants to sharpen his claws and bring greater and greater things in the not-too-distant future. The strong armored ship returned here, avenging the renegade.

  Killed Frocky Wilgardson and shredded him into pieces!

  The roaring anger gave Shrike unimaginable power. He raised his head and strode forward with Lancelot, but then he stopped again, and all the anger and hatred in his heart disappeared in an instant.

  A stone lies in front of the shrike, like a city wall.

  This is the stone that Frocky stayed on before, and there are also his footprints in the dense forest nearby.

Shrike shivered, and his body couldn't help shaking. He slowly turned his head back and looked back on the road behind him. Only then did he find that he had worked so long to cross such a "long" distance. In fact, there was only That's just a little bit.

  Lancelot slipped from the shrike, fell into the snow, and the supply package also fell. Losing these loads, Shrike felt more relaxed than ever.

  He knelt down slowly, as if his spine had been broken, lowered his head, and then roared weakly.

  Shrike constantly raised his fists and slammed the ground, wasting his energy to vent his anger and incompetence.

  【A cruel choice. 】

"what--"

  Shrike kept roaring like crazy, until he couldn't lift the strength, he ended this ridiculous slap, leaning against the stone with dull eyes.

   "It's ridiculous..."

   Shrike muttered to himself.

  This is not a knight novel, there will be no shrike yelling at the enemy’s name, and then driven by hatred and anger, out of this cold Jedi.

  This is a cruel reality, anger and hatred can't help Shrike, no matter how furious he is, how much he hates Frocky, this can't change reality, and only a cold ending is waiting for Shrike.

  Desperate.

  After a brief period of hope, Shrike fell into deeper despair. He sat on the spot and hugged his legs, giving up the struggle.

  He looked at Lancelot who was lying in the snow. He was not dead yet, his chest was slightly undulating, and his breath was very weak. If he left it alone, Lancelot could not hold on for long.

   "At least...at least as much as I can."

  Shrike said, he crawled towards Lancelot, picked up the supply bag that had fallen on the snow, and was about to open it, but Frocky's words sounded in his mind again.

If it is used for Lancelot, it will only delay Lancelot’s death. The two of them will not be able to get out of this Jedi, but... But if you use it for yourself, if you give up Lancelot and go by yourself if……

  In the shadow of the heart, something is growing, and it whispers to the shrike, seducing the will of the mortal.

   "No... just in case, you say yes, Lancelot."

   Shrike smiled sorrowfully, opened the supply kit, and prepared to use it for Lancelot.

After this series of battles and seawater soaking, the stitched wounds on Lancelot's body cracked again and continued to lose blood. Shrike also had wounds on his own. Metal fragments pierced through his thighs, and he was also losing blood, just because With low temperature and numbness, Shrike could not feel the pain for the time being.

   "What if, what if we meet a hunter who comes out to hunt? Yes, what if..."

  Shrike mumbled repeatedly, as if so that he could believe the lie.

   "I will save you, Lancelot, I will, I will."

He continued to speak, but the movement of his hands stopped. Shrike lowered his head and looked at his trembling hands. He should take them apart and apply the medicine to Lancelot, but no matter how hard the Shrike tried, His hand seemed to freeze, unable to move.

  Shrike knows exactly why this is.

   will die, if you give Lancelot, he will die here, but Shrike can't watch Lancelot die here.

   His expression completely froze, he looked straight at his hands, feeling despicable, facing the test of death.

   Breathing became a bit rapid, and suddenly a flash of light appeared in his eyes. On the big rock, something was flickering.

  Shrike crawled over, picked it up, and shone it in the sun.

  A bullet.

  A bullet left by Frocky.

  The shrike took out the silver revolver left by Frocky, and filled the bullet into the bullet nest.

  He understood Frocky’s intention to leave the weapons and bullets.

Lancelot was still alive, his expression in a coma was painful, his physical injuries were tormenting him, and he dragged him to death little by little. Shrike didn’t know how long such torture would last, but now he can help. Lancelot puts this to an end.

  This will also make a choice for yourself.

   Lifted the death knell and pointed the muzzle at Lancelot blankly. The pupils of the eyes are congested, and there are cyan blood vessels on the edge of the orbit.

  Just pull the trigger.

  Just pull the trigger.

  Just pull the trigger.

  The pupils of the eyes are congested, and there are cyan blood vessels on the edge of the eye socket.

"sorry Sorry sorry."

  Shrike burst into tears, and he yelled and screamed.

   came to Lancelot's side in embarrassment, holding this body that was gradually losing its body temperature, and constantly apologized.

  Dignity, morality, bottom line, ideals, mission...whatever things are tested before death, forcing people to make choices.

  After making a decision, the true value can be revealed and be scrutinized.

  After a long time, Shrike put down Lancelot, his eyes were blank, he opened his mouth in despair, and inserted the muzzle into his mouth.

  Finger on the trigger, Shrike raised his head, and there was a warm daylight in his field of vision.

  The bell rang.

  ……

The roar of the wild beasts kept echoing in this small cabin, torturing Lan Jade’s ears. She repeatedly pierced the demon’s body through the cabin door, and sprayed meat and blood along the crack. The dirty dirt splashed all over the blue jade.

  Blue Jade felt that he was now a mass of rotten flesh that had just been digested halfway through. It was stinking. Of course, the **** situation was more important than the taste.

   "Wake up! Shrike! You slept too dead!"

  Lan Jade completely gave up her previous high-cold image. In order to wake up the shrike, she kept thinking about words and sentences and threw them out.

   "What Lorenzo said is not true! Are you really a fetish! Are you going to spend a lifetime with that gun?"

   Blame the **** fetish of Shrike. He has to hold the gun while sleeping. Lan Jade can't break his finger with one hand. If there is that gun, Lan Jade’s current situation might be much better.

She was injured in one hand and couldn't move, so she could only use the other hand to stabbing the folding knife repeatedly. In this series of battles, the hatch had been riddled with holes and became shaky, and it seemed that the monsters would be killed in the next second. breakthrough.

  At that time, the blue jade and the shrike are like sardines in a can. Let the demons taste it. In such a small space, they don't even have room to avoid and deal with them.

   "Mumbling the cruel words of'for whom the death knell is tolled' all day long, and you are about to die in a dream now, aren't you ashamed?"

In order to survive, Lan Jade kept cursing. In front of her, the hatch had become a **** door. Because of the hatch, Lan Jade’s stabbing failed to hit the monsters' vitals, and the injuries were on the contrary. Stimulated their animality, biting steel crazily.

   "For whom the death knell is to be sounded..." Lan Jade said pessimistically, "Is it not for me?"

  The mind is messy...In fact, Lan Jade thinks it’s not bad to die here. After the Kestrel’s brainwashing, Blue Jade also recognizes the Kestrel’s truth.

Everyone lives in the time stolen from the **** of death. Every minute he lives is earned by blood. Blue Emerald has earned enough. She has a fairly good life. With her mediocre soul, how much is it? All mankind has made some small contributions.

  Although I am a little bit reluctant, it's not bad to end this way.

Lan Jade stopped the attack. She really didn’t have the strength to stab the pocket knife. The pocket knife itself became full of gaps. The edges of the hatch were cracking one by one. Blue Jade could see the monster’s tongue spitting out along the gap. Come in, like a snake, licking the ground greedily.

   "By the way...Why do you call that gun a death knell?"

  Lan Jade said, she stepped on her swimming tongue and smiled when she heard a scream from behind the hatch.

  The cabin door in front of him began to sway, and more claws crawled into the room along the edge of the crack. The cabin door began to twist, and some demons even squeezed in half their heads, scarlet eyes peeking at the blue jade.

  She once again lifted the folding knife, preparing to fight to death in a heroic manner.

   Then... the hatch broke and the bell rang!

Six heavy warheads rubbed the edge of the blue jadeite body. After they were nailed into the broken hatch like steel nails, they penetrated the flesh and bones, and opened several huge blood holes in the body of the demon, sprayed with blood. The corridor is full.

   "Why is it called the death knell?"

The tired voice sounded, Lan Jade looked back in surprise, but she did not find the shrike, but saw a scarred evil spirit. He leaned on the table and opened the drawer, holding the death knell in one hand, and proficient in the other. He took out the bullets with the engraved name from the drawer and loaded them into the bullet nest.

   "Because this gun has witnessed my despair."

   The evil ghost muttered to himself, he raised the death knell and pointed at the demons behind the hatch.

   "For whom does the death knell sound!"

   Pull the trigger and release all the accumulated hatred in the roar of gunfire.

   "The death knell sounds for me!"

Flesh and steel are torn apart in the roaring bells, and the broken flesh and blood are intertwined, entwining the wailing and death of the demons, turning into scarlet snow dust, extending to the deepest part of memory, in the shadow of dust. .

  In the despair that ten years ago, the evil spirit walked out of the Jedi alone.

  (End of this chapter)