Ember Gun

  Chapter 30 Cost

  This is destined to be a moonless night. In the dark world, only the beam of light cast by the airship is left, just like the only island in the dark ocean, isolated from the world, only a death fight with madness is left.

  The battle has started, and the countless gunshots in the dark night mixed with the rising flames.

  The arsonists started to work. Dozens of flamethrowers gathered into a blazing city wall. In essence, it ejected not only flames, but also ignited kerosene. The neat bullets passed through the fire and penetrated the creatures in the dark.

  Under the thick lens, only countless shadows struggling in the sea of ​​fire can be seen. The flesh and blood are burned into coke, and they rush out of the line of fire with bloodthirsty desires, but they fall weakly after being penetrated by bullets.

The soldiers were wearing disinfection masks, and heavy breathing sounds came from under the filter cans of the masks. Everyone instinctively avoided the dead figures. The black ashes rose with the evening breeze in the night and fell on the fireproof clothing. Black spots.

   "Notify the scavengers that we need a large-scale purification after tonight."

  Looking at the hot ashes in his hand, his emotions arose slightly, but it faded quickly, and Galahad waved his hand to shake it off.

"It's already in progress. Before the action, the Mechanic Yard had poured 50 tons of neutralizing liquid into the furnace column. After a day of steam discharge, the medicine should now be piled up in the clouds, and in a few hours it will be here. There was a small-scale artificial rainfall, and the rainwater was mixed with chemicals to purify and neutralize all these residues."

  Shrike stepped back as he spoke, he didn't want to be touched by this residue.

  This is the weirdness of monsters. Only the things related to them, even the ashes after death will bring negative effects. Every time they perform tasks related to monsters, Shrike will have a nightmare for a few days.

  According to the index of the Geiger counter, it is still just a dessert before meals, the most intense battle is still to come, the shells are tumbling, and there are ashes and dust everywhere.

   Looking to one side, Shrike looked at the man who came with great interest, as if he didn't expect him to appear here.

   "You are late for Robin."

  As the iron snake stopped completely and looked at the man walking out of the heavy steam, Galahad said unceremoniously.

   "We haven't dealt with the abnormality inside the old Dunling for a long time. In order to ensure sufficient firepower, it took a long time for that thing to be transported to the bus."

   Robin explained to himself that he looked like a devout believer, with an iron cross hung on the dark cloak, and following his fingers, Galahad looked towards the steam-filled direction.

  It was another iron snake, completely wrapped in steam, showing that sharp corner as the evening breeze blew by.

  "It was urgently called from the weapon arsenal. I heard that it was processed by the Academy of Mechanical Engineering. It should be suitable for that inhuman creature."

As the robin said that the thing was fully displayed in front of everyone. It was a beautifully crafted smoothbore gun. The dark barrel was painted with the texture of the flower branches with paint mixed with gold powder. If not, it was placed next to it. A box of shells, perhaps it should be placed in an art gallery.

  Machine Academy always does this, creating dangerous weapons and adding artistic processing to the weapons.

   "A total of three landslide smoothbore guns, and the two carriages totaled four tons of kerosene. Arthur meant that we should burn this place completely."

  As the transporter of this batch of goods, even the robin could not help being shocked when he knew this.

"As for safety, please rest assured, we passed through the mechanical courtyard before we set off. They adjusted the output of the furnace pillar and the electricity on the running route. Now the entire streets of Old Dunling are filled with hot steam, and the visibility is no more than three meters. , No one knows what we shipped out."

  Galahad nodded, but then he said.

"What I worry about is not this problem, but the elite force. The index of the Geiger counter has not stopped after breaking through the critical value, and is still rising steadily. That is to say, the abnormal changes in the underground palace are not over yet, and the demons are still changing. ."

  This is undoubtedly bad news. The intensity of the monster has faintly exceeded the plan.

"Cleaning agencies and even the hunting sect did not choose to announce the existence of monsters to the outside world. One of the major reasons is their pollution. Even books that record their knowledge can be crazy, let alone put one alive. The demons have entered the old Dunling."

   Galahad said worriedly.

"We have been trained and specialized to reluctantly fight against that monster. Ordinary people have no ability to resist in front of them. They will directly fall into madness and pollution... and even become the next monster. Old Dunling is the hub of the world. Once this kind of "crazy" gets out of control, it will spread to the whole world along the traffic system of the snake in the atrium. You know the danger behind this, right."

  This is the reason why such a weird monster is never known to the world. The only way to rash contact with it is death. It is the organization in the darkness that cleans up organs and seals them firmly behind the city wall, maintaining the sense of the world.

  It’s a pity that the battlefield here is close to the city. Otherwise, Galahad will not be bothered by it. Otherwise, the airship will directly wash the ground. With the inventory of weapons during the Glory War, they can knock down the entire Lower City.

  But now is not the dark old age. At that time, people could only use silver swords and fire to fight against demons. Now humans have more efficient weapons, and the balance of superiority has long been broken.

   "We also thought of this, so the armor is waiting for you."

  The implementer of this plan has already thought of everything, even the armor is already ready. Robin was full of confidence, and it seemed to him that God was watching the battlefield.

Following Robin’s words, the last steam tram arrived slowly. The armor coating was matte black and hardly reflected light. If it weren’t for the whispering engine noise, no one would have noticed its arrival, endless. The steam was released as the gate opened, and the hideous silhouette was outlined under the gray fog.

But it seems that it’s not steam. Galahad can only feel an incomprehensible cold in the mist. It should be air-conditioning. This iron snake is a mobile ice storage. With the gate opened, the green light is on. It lights up, and there seems to be a woman singing in it, accompanied by a vague singing voice.

The soldier looked at the faint green light, and a woman's face appeared from it. The illusion and chaos seemed to be crying and seeming to be laughing. She seemed to be talking about something. He felt very nostalgic for questioning the soldiers, but he was also very sad because of that. Zhang Lian is his fiancee, but she died a few years ago.

His breathing was heavy as never before. It seemed that there was a block of lead pressed against his chest. He stretched out his hand and moved a heavy step forward slightly. As long as he got closer, as long as he could get closer, he would be able to remove his beloved from death. Take it back, as long as...

  "Drop—"

The long sounding alarm bell interrupted the soldier’s vision, and then starting from the back of the neck, the nerve electrodes buried under the flesh and blood released a weak electric current across his brain, just like waking up from a big dream, he knelt down fiercely. At this time, he realized that he had deviated from the position, bathed in the green light, and then the silver-white gun body appeared in front of his eyes.

   "Soldier, you are contaminated with nerves."

  Shrike stood in front of the soldier against the green light.

   "Child, you shouldn't look at this thing."

  Shrike knew what was behind him, but he never looked there from the beginning. Everyone present did the same, guarding his post.

"me…"

  The soldier wanted to say something, but the voice turned into a whimpering roar when he reached his mouth. It seemed to be another voice, but he didn't know that the world was distorted in his eyes, and finally turned into a **** piece.

   "You should rest."

  That was the last thing he could hear. Shrike drew out the syringe and pierced his body severely. As the anesthetic poured into the blood vessel, the alarm bell finally stopped, and the soldier fell heavily.

   "It looks like the Neuro Rehabilitation Institute will have new customers again."

Shrike muttered to himself and looked at the gun in his hand, because of the green light behind him, his silver gun was also reflected in color.

   "So those lunatics really succeeded?" He asked the robin.

  Robin also turned his back on his back and refused to face the light, holding the iron cross in his hands, he slowly said.

   "Successful a few months ago, but have been debugging, they think this operation tonight is very suitable for testing this weapon."

  "They are playing with fire and self-immolation."

   Shrike angrily said, he hates that weapon, in his opinion it is the incarnation of the unknown.

   "But we have been fighting with demons for so long, aren't we playing with fire and setting ourselves on fire?"

   Galahad said flatly. Among the three of them, he was the only one who looked directly at the light, and seemed unaffected, with complexity in his eyes.

  "The index is still rising. We need to kill the monster in the underground palace. Galahad, according to their meaning, currently only the knight commanders are eligible to use this weapon. This is the activation key."

  Robin said and handed out the iron cross in his hand. There are hundreds of tiny grooves on the seemingly smooth surface, just like the texture of a key, it is also a key, opening an unknown box.

  This is the real secret weapon tonight, and the robin came for this.

   "Am I an experimental subject? It is a luxury for a knight commander to conduct experiments on them."

   Galahad paused, then laughed at himself, but still took the secret key. It was a cold touch as if holding ice, striding into the green light without any hesitation.

  ...

   "So this is the reason why you suddenly appeared here tonight? According to the mission, you should stay with Lancelot on the Heading Dawn now."

  Shrike could only hear the fading footsteps of Galahad, and he felt very bad, just like watching his friend walk towards the abyss.

"Yes, this is the first batch of armor, a total of thirteen pieces, which are distributed by the Sailing Dawn to the knight commanders scattered in the territory of Inervig while chasing monsters. Arthur thinks this can turn the tide of war. Even the Queen agreed to adopt the weapon of the United States."

   Robin said helplessly, but he could only do so in order to win.

   "I understand your shrike, you hate that thing, but only it can make us fight against demons, as Arthur said when we first became knights.

  Fighting with demons is a process of constantly paying the price. "

  The eyes under the mask were a little tired, and the arsonists lit up a burning sun in the dark night, and his sight was extremely bright.

  "Pay blood, pain, and everything we can give, until we die with nothing."

   Talking about Robin, he laughed instead. He looked at the shrike on the side and crossed his chest.

  "I think I should not be so miserable. After all, I believe in God and fight against demons. I think I will definitely go to heaven after I die. As for you, shrike..."

   "I run casinos, kill people and set fires, and do all kinds of smuggling business. I have almost violated Inervig's laws, but I know I am a good person. It doesn't matter if I don't go to heaven."

  Shrike said directly, he doesn’t believe in any gods. Compared to praying every day, it is better to earn a few more money to make him feel at ease.

At this moment, there was a hoarse whisper from the carriage behind him. Shrike's hand trembled slightly, but he did not turn his head to help Galahad after all. The vague muttering voice was whispering in his ears, as if there was something at this moment. The thing woke up from the carriage behind him.

  The green light finally went out, but the distorted black shadow walked out of it. His steps carried the sound of steel, and the hot steam surrounded his body. People could not see his appearance.

  He just walked straight over, and when he passed the robin, he only heard the robin speak calmly.

   "Galahad, you only have ten minutes to act after it is fully activated, kill that **** monster, and then come out alive."

The body paused for a while, there seemed to be eyes staring at him in the hot steam, but the feeling soon disappeared. The figure moved forward again, passed everyone, and went straight to the depths of the sea of ​​fire, and in the process No one tried to see that hateful figure.

  "May you all turn away from evil and do good, live in peace forever, never be abandoned, and be sheltered forever."

  The robin prayed.

  (End of this chapter)