Ember Gun

  Chapter 628 Iron Whale

Percival is a little hard to describe his feelings at the moment. He thought he was driven into a dead end by Roger, but the anonyms' prior design took effect at this moment, and there were living Anonyms who joined the battle, but he was only one person, and his figure appeared to be. It's so thin.

  The antimemetic explosion is over. This is enough to destroy the power of the monster. It acts on Roger's body, but it only slows his steps slightly. Anonymous stepped back and approached the command room while still shooting continuously.

The successive gunshots sounded, making Roger finally feel a pain. He lowered his head and saw that there were cracks on his armor for unknown time. It was probably due to the previous antimemetic and gunfire. They were concentrated here. One point, finally left a mark on the solid armor, and with the few bullets that fell, the armor was completely broken, injuring his flesh and blood.

   is just a bruise, no...not even a bruise.

  The bullet is squeezed by the strong muscles, squeezed out from the breach, and then dense and hard proliferates, wrapping the damaged position again.

  Roger looked forward, at the end of the road, Anonymous looked at him blankly, as if there was no emotion.

   "Nine Summer People."

  Roger whispered softly, waved the spike, and leaped forward.

  The anonymous name seemed to have no emotions, and this rush of death did not hinder him at all. Seeing that the shooting no longer worked, he immediately drew out the folding knife plated with holy silver.

  The speed of the human body reached the limit. Anonymous barely escaped the slash from the monster. The spikes chopped on his side to cut a huge scar. Once it fell on his body, Anonymous would be cut off like other soldiers.

   Swinging a folding knife. In this narrow and close range, this is the only chance that the anonymous name can hit Roger.

  The folding knife slashed fiercely on the throat. Although it was blocked by armor, under the full blow, the folding knife still cut a few minutes, and a large amount of blood poured out.

  Anonymous tried to cut off Roger's head completely, but he couldn't do it. The flesh and blood grew rapidly, and the damage to his body did not affect Roger too much.

  Roger grabbed the anonymous hand swinging the knife and pressed it lightly, and he could hear the cracking of bones.

  Without the slightest suspense, the anonymous figure knocked out and fell down in front of Percival. The soldiers stretched out their hands and dragged him into the command room.

  His arm twisted, and at the moment of contact with Roger, Juli completely shattered his bones.

   "You shouldn't have come out."

  Percival said to the anonymous name that he can hide and escape here. Now exposing himself is only increasing the death toll.

  The anonymous name did not respond. His face was covered with blood, which made people unable to see him clearly, but in the blood red, a pair of calm eyes could be seen.

He stretched out his other hand with difficulty, drew a few circles next to his ear, and waved indiscriminately in front of him. Percival couldn't understand what he meant, but then anonymous stuffed her with something. .

  Silver crown.

  Anonymous waved her hand again, only then did Percival realize that it was sign language, but she couldn't understand it at all and could only take the crown, but before she could wear it, Roger's threat approached again.

  She didn't think too much, turned around and pulled the trigger, and with the remaining soldiers, she also started making a final counterattack.

  Percival knew very well that the defensive power of the Broken Dome could not stop Roger at all. What he could do was not to fight to death, but to find a way to keep more people alive.

It is not the knight commander or the high-ranking knights that make the cleansing mechanism run efficiently, but the huge personnel that make up this organization. They are the mainstay of the cleansing mechanism. Percival needs to keep these people alive, as long as they are alive, clean. In addition to organs, they are fully capable of quickly building another broken dome in another place.

  She wants to drag Roger here to at least minimize the casualties. As for how to deal with these things in the future, it is left to Arthur and the others. She has done her duty.

  All the weapons that can be called are firing at Roger, and Roger rushes forward in the chaotic flames.

  The torrent of metal has no ability to stop him. In the dazzling fire, he waved his spikes, and the soldiers fell like straws. The blood spread evenly on the walls, and the blood flowed into rivers.

  Some soldiers have not died yet, but more metal penetrated his body, trying to penetrate with Roger behind him.

  The hideous face was close in front of him, Percival smashed the switch and the heavy gate fell. This would be the last line of defense.

  After only listening to the heavy sound, the iron-grey gate blocked Roger outside, but without waiting for his breathing time, a sharp rubbing sound sounded, and the metal was wailing. They were pulled and cut, revealing fiery red edges and fractures.

  The turbulent fireworks passed through the gap, and the flesh and bones exploded in front of her eyes, soaking Percival's clothes. She drew out her folding knife and tried to fight back.

  The metal collapsed under the high temperature, and the monster chanted with the burning molten iron.

The jackknife collided with the spikes, the steel was easily broken, and a huge force was transmitted to Percival's hands. The heavy force made her unable to hold the handle of the knife tightly. Like anonymity, a sharp pain came from her wrist. , The broken iron flew around, cutting his face.

  Percival knocked out, and the broken knife slammed into the glass, shattering dense cracks.

The howling wind sounded, she lifted her only strength and rushed forward, avoiding the galloping spikes. It shattered the glass behind her, and the icy wind rushed into the room, dispelling a little bit of heat, and the cold was soaked in what was left. Will.

  This is not a resistance, it's just a weak hammering.

Percival took a deep breath. She looked forward and stood up embarrassedly. He fired again, hitting Roger and splashing sparks on Roger. Roger slashed at will. The crooked arm broke directly and the limb was high. Gao abandoned and smashed aside.

  Anonymous seems to be dead, there is no sound.

  Absolute power suppresses everyone. This is Roger's playground, and he occupies an absolute dominant position.

  Huge despair devours the remaining lives. Percival couldn't think of any chance of winning. There was severe pain in the body, and she suddenly felt that it would be good to just fall here.

  Death, it seems not so unacceptable.

  My thoughts are interrupted.

   Things far more frightening than death were staged in front of Percival's eyes.

  Roger randomly mentioned a soldier who had not yet died. He resisted in vain, his remaining courage was annihilated, and he cried with sorrow.

  But this was all useless. The two watched briefly, and then the same blazing white was rolled up in the soldier's eye sockets, as if a fire was rising under his body.

   Sen's cold chill spread in his heart, and Percival remembered Lorenzo's warning to them.

  The soldier's past, his memory, his soul...everything about him is displayed one by one in front of Roger's eyes, without any concealment.

  Knead and crush little by little.

  Roger let go of the soldier. The soldier's body is still alive, but his will has long been shattered, and he has been thrown away like garbage.

  His chest rises and falls slightly, he is still alive, but dead.

  Percival stood up with difficulty. She noticed the crisis, a crisis more terrifying than death, and clenched her fists tremblingly. At this time, Roger also slowly raised her head and looked at Percival.

   "Knight Commander, Percival."

  Roger read her name. At the same time, he recalled all the memories of the soldier and Percival in his mind.

  He gave a chilling smile.

   "So this is your core?" Roger looked around, then looked down at his feet, deep in the tower, "and underground..."

  Percival took a deep breath, and she leaned slowly behind her, standing under the broken glass, behind her there was an endless sky.

  She knows very well that she must not fall into Roger’s hands. Once captured by her, the memory in her brain will be fully noticed by him, and everything in the organization will be eliminated. The visiting Jiuxia people, death row...

  Suicide?

  This can indeed block Roger's exploration of himself, but in this situation, can he really do it?

  This kind of close range, there is no effective weapon in his hand, and more importantly, Percival guessed that he was already under Roger's erosion, and he invaded himself only for a moment.

   "What are you...thinking?"

   Percival asked tremblingly.

   "You have the ability to kill me and get everything you want, but why don't you do it?" Percival saw something, she moved slowly, "Why tease the prey like this?"

  "Or, what proof do you want from us?"

  After Percival's words, she seemed to have found Roger's purpose.

   "Yes, that's it, are you eager to find the so-called inferiority from us, to prove the greatness of your idea?

  Yes, that’s it. You have sacrificed too much by mistake. In order to continue such mistakes and not deny yourself, you can only blindly believe, self-hypnotize, and try to find the slightest trace of evidence that proves your right. "

  Percival sneered. She moved slowly and came to the console. Between her and Roger, the rising fireworks interfered with her vision.

  She has only one chance, only a few seconds.

  Roger's eyes were gloomy, he was laughed at by mortals again, and Percival made more laughs in order to seek opportunities.

   "No, you don't understand, you don't know the price I paid for this, you don't know what we are facing..."

  Roger muttered to himself. Suddenly he didn't want to tease anymore, he just wanted to end it as soon as possible.

  It is reasonable to say that he should be ruthless, but in order to prove the so-called something, he made mistakes again and again...

  Sometimes Roger doubts himself that he shouldn’t be making a mistake. Why does he keep repeating it? Or does it mean that in the depths of my soul, there is still a part of human beings, giving a "fair" fight?

  Hope...Hope for a moment, to find the so-called opportunity and deny yourself?

  Roger did not dare to think about it any longer, his eyes curled up with anger, and his emptiness slammed into Percival.

  He would invade Percival's mind and get everything he wanted, but this time it didn't go well. He encountered some obstacle and was bounced off fiercely, but the obstacle was also full of cracks under his heavy blow.

  The fireworks dissipated, and Percival wore a crown of holy silver on his head.

  This is left to Percival by an anonymous name, and it has become the key to this moment.

  It can be seen that as Roger tried to invade Percival, Anonymous climbed up again with difficulty, and he made the final sign language towards Percival.

Anonymous pointed at Percival with his index finger, made a fist with one hand, and stretched out his thumb. Then he waved his hand and swayed towards Percival. After doing all this, he drew a short knife from his waist and threw it fiercely. Xiang Roger.

  A sharp knife stabbed along the crack in the armor, and a faint scarlet overflowed. Roger turned around and strangled the anonymous head, and a blazing storm flashed in his eyes.

  Without the protection of Holy Silver, the anonymous brain is uncovered, Roger easily invaded it, but there was nothing waiting for him.

The Anonymous is surrounded by a complex antimemetic mechanism. While protecting them, this power is also constantly infringing upon their existence. The memory will collapse little by little until the "memory" of the brain is completely antimer. Because of occupation, there is only blank space, and this is the end of all anonymity.

  His end.

In his empty mind, there was nothing but a few commands. Under this treacherous infringement, he lost his hearing cognition and the use of language for many years. There was nothing except the creed engraved into the soul. .

  Anonymous eyes were hollow, as if he had lost his soul. Roger realized that the situation was wrong, and he looked at Percival abruptly.

  Anonymous Percival bought some time, and Percival knew very well what to do next.

  She picked up the pistol that fell on the ground, and before Roger destroyed Saint Silver's defense, the muzzle was pressed against her chin.

   Pull the trigger.

  The expected death did not come, nothing happened.

  Percival opened her eyes stiffly and watched all this blankly. She let go. There were no bullets in the pistol. His master shot out all the ammunition before he died.

  There was a blank in his mind, Percival had no thoughts at all, only a deserted piece was left, tremblingly welcoming Roger's arrival.

  One second, two seconds...

  After a short delay of a few seconds, an explosion sounded far more violent than a gunshot. Amid the roaring noise, all the glass shattered, and all the gusts poured in, carrying cold raindrops.

  Percival was rolled up by the shock, colliding with the debris in the chaos, until it stopped and fell.

   Breathing, breathing heavily, feeling the chill of death, and experiencing the joy of life.

  She didn’t know what was going on. It stands to reason that there should be no variables at all. In the blurred vision, the familiar room was covered by burning fire and molten iron, and Percival could not find Roger.

what happened?

  She didn't know, and then she heard it.

The harsh siren sound came from the thick clouds, and then a strong light passed through the smoke and hit Percival's body. When she turned her head, the iron whale broke through the clouds and mist and appeared outside the tower. .

  (End of this chapter)