Ember Gun

  Chapter 640 Evacuation

  The flame bearer stood in front of everyone. Under Lorenzo's short-term control, the blood and flesh of the monsters on it recovered one after another, causing the steel body to "live" briefly.

"In accordance with the original central framework, we have strengthened the cypress iron. It will be tougher and protected with antimemetic technology. Then there will be new equipment weapons, hooks, wings, and so on. After using it, I won’t explain more."

  Merlin introduced Lorenzo to this new flame bearer.

"This is a new mechanism specially designed for you. Because of the existence of Holy Silver and Antimeme, the flesh and blood of monsters will be greatly affected. For this reason, we have reduced its proportion, but if you need it, you can increase it at any time. The power of erosion makes the flesh and blood become active until it completely covers the black angel."

  Merlin drew a spiked sword from Lorenzo’s sword bag and tapped it gently on the body of the flame bearer, showing Lorenzo where the flesh and blood existed.

  They are all protected by a strong outer armor, like a group of climbing snakes, entangled on the central frame, firmly binding it to the various joints and limbs.

"Next is the operating system. Because the previous design was for mortals, we made a lot of compromises, such as various security measures, many restrictions, and you don’t have to worry about these, so we cancelled those things. To assemble stronger firepower."

   "Sounds good." Lorenzo said.

  "More than that, Lorenzo, in view of your ability to invade [Gap], we have also made specific optimizations for the flame holder."

  Merlin has read the report of Journey to the Sea of ​​Silence and learned that Lorenzo can remotely control the flame bearer.

"for example?"

  "For example, the design ideas of the flame bearer are actually different from the previous original sin armor."

  Merlin said.

"The previous armor of Original Sin was to reduce the influence of the demon's flesh and blood as much as possible, but this time we released all the power, that is to say, if you remove these antimemetic-strengthened, holy silver external armor Under the effect of your erosion, these flesh and blood are completely possible to multiply crazily, just like a monster."

Meilin lifted the nail sword, the blade pierced along the gap in the outer armor, surpassing the layers of obstacles, and reaching the deepest point. There was a slight sense of blockage from the leader of the hand. Stained with a little scarlet.

   "These armors are both protection and restraint, but when you leave all of this..."

  Merlin didn’t know how to describe it for a while, after all, the flame bearer had just been hoisted from the perpetual pump, and had not undergone any actual combat tests at all.

   "The skeleton of steel, the flesh and blood of demons, the consciousness of sublimation, and... the firepower of modern civilization?"

   Lorenzo described it, he started to like this thing, and looked up and down.

   "What is this again?"

Lorenzo noticed that there were several fuel tanks on the back of the flame bearer, just like the ones placed on the black angel at the time, but this time, the appearance of these fuel tanks was a little different. They were long and short, and they were evenly distributed. On the back, but what can be known is that these fuel tanks are much smaller than Lorenzo's impression, unlike the original, once moved, it will easily affect the movement.

  "The propulsion system, burning in batches according to priority, can make the flame holders quickly advance, and when necessary, rise into the sky, or change direction at high altitude."

  "High-altitude change of direction? Is it necessary to fight in the air?"

  Lorenzo couldn’t help asking, speaking of air combat, this thing is Lorenzo’s blind spot.

  But thinking of this, Lorenzo noticed the black shadow that had been shrouding him, raised his head, and the huge bloated iron whale was hovering low in the sky, the hatch opened, and several iron cables were hanging down, floating above his head.

   "Next, the war will start at any time, and we need to deploy our troops to the burst point at any time," Merlin said, "Then, Lorenzo, do you think you can take the flame bearer to move at any time?"

   "You mean?"

"You did it before, didn't you? Use [Gap] to invade and affect the iron whale, let it take you a journey, I want to say, you don’t have to do this, now all the iron whales have been connected to the channel, they will Become a barracks in the air, and if necessary, carry out rapid deployment.

  The same goes for the flame bearer. "

  Merlin threw a communicator towards Lorenzo, the green light on it was always on.

The surrounding technicians also came over, and they hooked the iron ropes and hooked them to the flame holder. Soon, the flame holder was slowly hoisted and put into the iron whale’s abdomen. After the iron whale was also receiving the flame holder, Ascended into the sky again, submerged between the clouds.

  "When necessary, the flame holder will be dropped. You only need to use the [Gap] to invade and let it reach your location, or remotely control the flame holder and let it go to your designated position to fight."

  Listening to Merlin’s words, Lorenzo couldn’t help but sigh again that Old Dunling was completely under their control. This was the home field for the elimination of organs and the only battlefield with a chance of winning.

   "Waiting next?" Lorenzo asked.

   "Is there anything else I can do?" Merlin waved his hand, and then he remembered something, "But there is indeed something going on."

   "Now that the decontamination agency is evacuating, some necessary personnel will be sent to death row first."

   "Priority protection?"

"Um."

  Lorenzo thought for a while, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have never been to the death row before, he asked.

   "Has the death row been constructed?"

  "At present, the prototype has been built, and the silver compartment will completely cover the entire area." Meilin said.

  Lorenzo nodded, but the more he listened, the more disturbed he became, as if something was wrong.

  This strange feeling is so familiar. When thinking in the office before, Lorenzo felt this abnormality repeatedly, and as time progressed, this abnormality became more and more obvious.

   "I want to see the progress of the death row." Lorenzo made such a request.

"no."

  Unexpectedly, Merlin rejected Lorenzo directly.

  Lorenzo was taken aback, and then asked, "Why?"

  He didn’t understand that, as the proponent of the death row plan, he had no right to check the progress.

  "This is a plan set up to deal with Roger. The participants except you are people who have never contacted Roger, and since the selection, they have been kept isolated from the outside world and completely silent.

  Once outsiders join, it is very likely that Roger will find a way to invade. You know, Lorenzo, monsters like that are everywhere. "

  Merlin stared into Lorenzo's eyes, then glanced at the others.

   "He may be here, listening to our conversation, what do you think?"

   "So you don't know the specifics, do you?" Lorenzo asked.

   "Well," Merlin answered, "If I can, I hope I can use antimemetics to wash away our memories and completely forget the existence of death row."

  "Antimemetic..."

   Hearing this, Lorenzo froze. He faintly realized something, his eyes were a little frightened, as if he had discovered some earth-shattering secret.

"what happened?"

  Merlin noticed his expression and asked with concern.

   "No...nothing."

  Mind trembling slightly, Lorenzo was troubled by suspicion and distortion.

   "As long as we all hide in death row, we can go to war with peace of mind and fight for life and death." Merlin said.

  "Aren't you going? You are also the technical chief of Perpetual Pump anyway?" Lorenzo asked.

  Merlin shook his head, "No, when the war starts, someone needs to stay behind the perpetual pump."

  "Aren't you afraid of death?"

   "I'm going to die anyway. I've lived long enough. It's better to leave the future to young people."

   A weird twist was pulled out on his face with facial paralysis. Lorenzo knew that it was Merlin smiling, but every time he saw his expression, Lorenzo always felt cold.

   "Has an orderly evacuation begun?"

  Lorenzo muttered, slowly raising his head, looking at the inscrutable cloud.

  ……

  "The notice of the removal of the organs is here, and we need to enter the death row as the first batch of refuge."

  The old butler pushed open the door and said to Seleu, who was still processing the documents.

  Seleu didn’t seem to hear his words, still lowered his head, writing and painting continuously.

   Seeing this old housekeeper coughed vigorously, he tried his best to break the silence and awakened Seleu.

   "Ah...what's the matter?"

  Seleu put down the pen and looked at the old housekeeper, his delicate face was full of sleepiness.

  The war in the shadows is about to break out, but life under the sun will continue. Before the old Dunling is completely moved to the ground, Seleu must be busy signing various proposals from the family.

  "The notice is here. The war is about to break out. You are on the first batch of lists. They will pick you up to death row soon."

  Listening to the words of the old housekeeper, Seleu responded affirmatively, she knew that this was due to her identity as the builder of the country.

  Everyone's quota is very precious, which means that there will be countless people who will die to protect them, and they will be the first people to see the sky after the ruins.

  "Are you sure not to dispose of our assets? After the war, it is very likely that they will all be destroyed."

  The old butler suggested.

The Stuart family has many properties in Old Dunling, not to mention the funds stored in the bank. He originally hoped that Seleuc could transfer these properties before the outbreak of the war, or deal with those properties. Fortunately, after the ruins, the interests of the Stuart family were preserved as much as possible.

  They are a minority, and it is difficult for the old butler to not be moved by the news among the nobles.

   "No, it's not necessary."

   Seleuc once again rejected the proposal.

"Why?"

   "If the old Dunling is destroyed, it means that the backbone of the cleansing organs is completely destroyed. After all, this is the only way for Roger to be regarded as'destroying the old Dunling,' isn't it?"

  Seleu gathered up the files and said slowly.

  "This is the capital of Inervig, clean up the headquarters of the agency. If this place is completely destroyed, what hope do we have?"

  "This..." The old butler didn't know what to say.

   "Actually, I think they should also know that once the battle is defeated, the people who survived the death row can't change anything at all. It is not so much to preserve their strength, but rather to... leave a little hope and make their hearts feel better."

  For all this, Seleu sees it very clearly, better than many people, but she does not feel sad or happy about it, except for silent prayer, she has done everything she can do.

   "Think about it, the mountains and rivers are broken and devastated. At that time, does wealth have any meaning at all?"

  Seleu was surprised to see it very openly. Probably the wealth is in her heart, and the proportion has not always been very much.

  She stood up and asked.

  "When shall we leave?"

   "Soon, they said they will come to pick you up."

"And you?"

   "I don't know," the old butler also didn't know, he smiled bitterly, "Maybe I can walk with you, or I may be here to watch till the end."

   "Think better, maybe when you come back, you can just see me sitting on the ruins waiting for you."

  Seleu had no expression on his face, and stretched out his hand to hug the old butler.

   "You have time to leave Old Dunling now," she whispered, "you don't need to stay here with us, it has nothing to do with you."

  The old butler patted Seleu on the back, thought about it, and replied.

   "Like you said, the Stuarts have disappeared. What's the point of me?"

  The peripheral vision of the line of sight was observing the indoor scenery, and his voice carried a sense of age.

  "I have stayed here for too long. You let me get out of here. It's like letting a mouse leave its gloomy ditch. It stands among the bustling cities, and some of them are only panic and uneasy."

  The old butler noticed something. He looked out the window. In the gray world, the pitch-black carriage had stopped there at some unknown time. Several soldiers walked down, their faces were pale, like dead people.

   "The time has come to leave."

  The old butler released her, condensed his emotions, and then smiled.

  "Don’t worry too much. When you are away, I will probably give myself a vacation, go out for a stroll, have a couple of drinks and so on."

  Seleu did not say anything, and it seemed that there was no time to say anything, the old butler picked up the luggage that had been prepared for her aside, and escorted Seleu away.

   Pushing open the door, under the gloomy sky, the pattering rain kept on, with a bit of cold sorrow.

  The soldiers were silent and opened the door of the car. The inside was pitch black, just waiting for Seleu to board the car.

  There was no need to say anything at this time. The farewells were often silent. Seleu glanced at the old housekeeper, and then his vision was blocked by the closed car door.

  The carriage moved slowly. No one thought that the separation was so fast. Seleu sat in the swaying carriage with her luggage in her arms. She had always been sensible, but the sudden change in this connection made her a little confused.

  Where should all this go?

  She wanted to see the city again, maybe this would be the last look. Seleu tried to open the window, but then she found that the carriage was completely sealed, and the original window was sealed by iron plates.

  Something is wrong.

  Seleu broke off hard, not moving, she tried to call the coachman, but found that she was in a completely enclosed environment.

  This is not a wagon for eliminating organs.

  Seleu's mind flashed this thought, the hammering action became sluggish, she only felt that she had lost all of her strength, her consciousness became unconscious, and then she fell into a coma.

  She fell into the carriage, and all her shouts became vague and silent.

  Joy drove the carriage and ran all the way.

  (End of this chapter)