Ember Gun

  Chapter 21 Dongzhikuilong

  The thick dark clouds cover the moon, and the old Dunlings tonight look extraordinarily dark. The tall buildings are uplifted in groups, and they look like a huge twisted and ferocious forest against the faint light.

   Zeppelin was still cruising above the night sky, the bright lights shed, but they did not want to give it to the lower city. It was so dark here, and there was almost nothing to see.

Martial law tonight, all the roads leading to the lower city are strictly guarded, but the guards there are not the mounted police, but the Royal Guards with live ammunition. No one knows when they came, and when they realized they It's already there.

  Iron boots hit the damp ground, and the icy iron sound echoed in the unmanned deep alley.

The soldiers wore red cloaks and were equipped with a new "Dragon Roar" rifle from the Mechanical Academy. It was a heavy artillery described as a rifle. Every time it fired, it could bring a three-foot-long flame at the muzzle. The heavy projectile in the roar of the dragon came out of the chamber at a high speed, and could penetrate the enemy along with the deck in front of him. The original idea of ​​this weapon was to attack fortifications. Under its salvo, the bunker of stone bricks was fragile.

  The iron whistle was caught in the mouth, and crow-like whistle sounded from time to time in the dark night, as if it were a messenger from the **** of death.

   "They won't step into Xiacheng, will they?"

  Shrike asked, sneezing. The heights are very cold, here is a high platform, and the hidden identity is the steam tower, but in fact it is the watchtower of the Shrike, where the commander sees everything on the battlefield and gives instructions.

  Despite the hot steam surging, the Shrike still felt cold and tightly wrapped the clothes tightly.

  "They are responsible for the blockade. Under the roar of the dragon, no one can leave Xiacheng before dawn."

  There are many things that cannot be announced tonight, not even the Royal Guards.

  Galahad looked at the shimmering place in the dark night, and said lightly, his eyes calm and cautious, he has always been like this.

   "If there are many enemies? Under the impact of so many demons, can they hold it?" Shrike was a little worried. The lower city was close to the outer city, and the so-called **** and heaven were closely connected.

   "This is Old Dunling. We can't let go of any monsters, or even say that we can't let them leave the underground palace."

Galahad knew very well what would happen tonight. Not far in front of them was a ruined building, but both knew that the feast of bliss was under the surface at this moment, and the people there were caring and caring. But he didn't know that the **** of death was at the door.

"Now is the age of steam. The fire of the guns is enough to destroy any enemy. Remember those winged cavalry who still miss the old days? They cross the continent and flexibly change their armor. They can be heavy cavalry or light cavalry. They have wings behind them, and they charge like angels in the world."

   Galahad spoke with disdain, sneering at the old age.

"But in the end all they can do is to bury the old age. The strong armor is nothing in front of black powder. The last wing cavalry was killed by artillery on the way to the charge. Only their commander rushed to the high platform. , But he is only one person, the battle is set."

  "Shrike, this is the dawn of a new era. The winged cavalry that once wore heavy armor fell into our hands. What's more, those demons, they are all relics of the old era, and they should die well."

  Galahad’s voice was as calm as ever, his mask was illuminated by the dim light of the night, and the smell of gunpowder permeated him.

   "It looks like a lot of people will die tonight... I'm a little curious, why did you choose to attack tonight, obviously we haven't ascertained the identity of that mysterious duke, and now it is undoubtedly a horror."

  Shrike looked down at his kingdom. This was a dirty garbage dump. Then he was the mouse king. He knew how many people would die tonight.

   "It's too late. We found the whereabouts of the epidemic doctor. He should be in the Banquet of Bliss now. You know exactly what he will do. At that time, the situation will be irretrievable."

  Shrike was silent. He knew very well who Galahad was talking about the epidemic doctor, and Galahad was the commander tonight, he was only responsible for assisting.

   "The detective should be there now, right."

   "Yes, without his intelligence we would have never imagined that Sabo helped them."

  Galahad looked at the pocket watch in his hand. Time has not yet arrived, there is still time.

   "Can you still get in touch with that detective? If you can, tell him to leave as soon as possible. Tonight is not something a detective can participate in."

   "You want to purify the entire underground palace?"

  Shrike looked cold, this would be a massacre.

   "No one knows what the epidemic doctor will leave. Arthur meant to cut the grass and remove the roots."

After a long pause, Shrike sighed. He could not contact Lorenzo. The fastest communication in modern times is something called radio, but this thing is currently only used to clean the internal equipment of the agency, and even the outside world does not know that there is this technology. The presence.

  Lorenzo could not hear the call of Shrike, he is now fighting alone.

   "It looks like your detective is going to die there." Galahad said coldly.

   "No, it is a scourge. Orientals often say that the scourge is a thousand years old." Shrike smiled, and he was confident about this big detective.

  "The scourge left a thousand years?"

   Galahad raised his eyebrows. He couldn't understand the words from the East. Even though the world became extremely small under the snake in the atrium, the distant East was still a vague vocabulary for everyone.

Steam technology set off a revolution, and the dragon entrenched in the east was also awakened. After Inverweg ended the Glorious War, the power of steam technology reached its peak. The new steamships and war airships were all powerful. When the artillery of the new came out, everyone felt that no one could challenge the position of Inervig in the countries, when the dragon from the east came.

  It was a misty morning. The crew was still checking the hull as usual and preparing to set sail, but at this moment the endless waves continued to surge, hitting the fishing boats with heavy blows, as if a storm was coming.

   Lifted his head, everyone could see the behemoth that drove out of the thick fog. It was so huge, as big as a monster from an ancient myth.

It was a direct collision between the two cultures. Many crew members were frightened in place at the time. They had never seen such a large ship, even if the Royal flagship of Inverweg looked like a child in front of it. What is shocking is its structure. The steamship has been around for nearly a hundred years, but the big ship seems to have sailed out of history. It didn’t use any steel, just solid wood to build it all together. Carved out from a big tree that supports the world.

  That is a big ship named Kuilong.

  Erected sails cover the sky, and entangled Oriental dragons are sewn on it. Hundreds of artillery sticks out from both sides of the hull. The bow is the ferocious dragon head. No one has ever seen such creatures and thought it was the end of the day.

What is desperate is that at the sunrise, the moist fog dissipated with the sun, and the sea became clear. Only then did people see the ocean behind the huge ship. There were hundreds of ships of the same size as it. Hundreds of banners flew, like a migrating cardinal, and the rain of fire burning the sky.

  This is a fleet across the world.

   Panic and despair swept through the port of Rendona in an instant, and spread all the way to the platinum palace of Old Dunling. This fleet from the east was clearly behind its weapons for decades, but no one still felt that it could win this war.

This is the first time that the Inervig people have seen people from the East. They thought they would be as horrible as the legend, but the general named Zuozhen did not bring war. He walked into the Platinum Palace in armor. He said that he came with the emperor’s will and left a gift from the East. Then the queen returned the knowledge of the Mechanical Academy to them, so the group of Orientals left Inervig with steam technology until a few days later. Today, ten years later, it has not appeared above that sea level again.

  "Good people don’t live long, and harm for thousands of years. This is the full picture of this sentence. It probably means that those who are bound by their own moral principles usually don’t live long, but those who are unprincipled and inferior can live to the end."

  Shrike said as he wrapped his clothes tightly again, no steam spurted out, and the condensed water droplets were extremely cold.

  "Do you think he is an inferior scumbag?" Galahad was a little surprised, but Shrike would judge him that way.

   "Yes, only those scumbags need a new life to escape the past, and Lorenzo Holmes is one of them."

  Shrike said calmly.

   "But it's precisely this kind of person who can survive to the end. Don't worry about him, let go of the attack, this detective will definitely survive."

Thinking back to the way Lorenzo was the first time I saw it, Shrike couldn’t imagine what the embarrassed person in front of me had experienced. The nearly rotten wounds, the hollow eyes... That might be a great darkness, but even if it is. In this way Lorenzo never died, let alone all this tonight.

  "Di——Di——"

   Suddenly there was a sound, and the communicator on the chest of the dark Li Shrike shimmered. This is a new technology from the Academy of Mechanical Engineering. They call it radio communication. As long as you hold this thing, you can receive the message even if you are separated by the entire old Dunling. It is faster and more mobile than a telephone. It is something that changes the battlefield, but now it only cleans the internal equipment of the organization.

  Listening to the news from the communicator, the shrike's expression gradually became serious. Although it was dark, Galahad still felt the changes in the shrike.

   "What happened?" he asked.

   "Four teams of mounted police tried to enter the Xiacheng District but they were stopped by the Janissaries."

  It is reasonable to say that at this time there will only be mounted police officers who patrol the streets at night, but the four teams of mounted police officers appearing together are a bit too abnormal.

  "Is the Suyalan Hall also corroded?"

  Galahad’s tone was angry for the first time.

   "No, it's the scumbag."

  Shrike was obviously more angry than Galahad, and he cursed.

   "Postpone the attack, there are important targets in the underground palace."

   "What important goal?"

  Galahad is the commander tonight, he does not understand why Shrike suddenly exceeded his authority.

"The scumbag Lorenzo, he told me that I was okay to deal with Sabo alone. I thought he would have any novel plans. You know, he created the Red River tragedy with one hand. He is a detective who spy on everything, and he can change it. To become the perfect criminal."

   "I finally know where the bastard's confidence comes from!"

   Shrike explained that he had never had the anger before. He wanted to take out his revolver as he spoke, but it was only halfway through that he remembered that the gun was in Lorenzo's hand. Now he has begun to regret failing to kill Lorenzo.

   "Half an hour ago, Su Yalan Hall received an anonymous letter, an address, and a name."

  Shrike took out the silver rifle from the darkness, with an elongated barrel and a high-power lens. The slender gun body has sharp protrusions, which can be used as a strange sword to fight when necessary.

This weapon comes from the Academy of Machinery. It is a powerful conceptual weapon that cannot be mass-produced due to cost issues. It rarely appears on the battlefield because its owner is the Shrike, the underground king, and when the king is also drawn When it comes to the sword, it will be a war that concerns everything.

  "The address is the underground palace managed by Sabo in Xiacheng District, which is the battlefield tonight, and the name is Eve Phoenix."

   Hearing that name Galahad was taken aback, the knight's stale face showed emotions other than calm for the first time. He held his head and paused for a long time before slowly speaking.

   "Arthur will kill us all."

  (End of this chapter)