Ember Gun

   Chapter 691 Victory

In the dark and dark corridor, the sound of approaching footsteps gradually sounded. It was getting closer and closer, with panic and fear, like a poor man being chased by a nightmare. His heartbeat speeded up, his blood was hot, and his frightened emotions continued to accumulate. , Like a cumulative volcano, the accumulated maliciousness, until it breaks out at a certain moment.

Anthony was panting, leaning on the wall, obviously just fleeing, but he felt that he had just fought a difficult battle, exhausted, every inch of his body seemed to be grasped by countless palms, and they pulled hard. With Anthony, trying to drag him into the water.

The exit was near, and Anthony slammed into the elevator. The rusty iron fence slowly closed, and then the whole began to rise. Between the dust and the dim light, Anthony could hear the roar of beasts, and then more thunderous. The sound of swords.

  Metals collided and rubbed against each other, torn into countless broken iron filings, and finally returned to the dust without a trace.

   "Under the crown..."

   Anthony stared at the rising gap, vainly trying to look through here to the crazy battlefield, but this was just a good expectation. From here, there was nothing to see, only a heavy gloom.

Leaning to a corner, there is still some distance from reaching the gate of heaven. This place has temporarily become an undisturbed shelter, allowing Anthony to rest for a short time. He will not see anything here, even if it is. Fear and crying.

  No one knows what he is thinking, just like no one knows why the separation always comes so suddenly, without warning.

But think about it, this is what reality should look like. It is strange and mysterious. It is not like a literary opera. It has a large section of contrast. In reality, whether it is life or death, it is just one thing. Instant things.

  Anthony’s rest did not last long, and soon the lift arrived at the gate of heaven. The gate marked with demons and angels slowly opened, and a dusty light fell and hit Anthony through the iron fence.

He raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, he got up without a thought, and tidied his embarrassed clothes. He coughed a few times, and as the iron bars were fully opened, Anthony walked out of the shadows, his expression changed from calm to vicious, just now. His fragility is no longer, and he is again fully armed.

   "Father!"

   someone shouted.

   "Father Anthony!"

  There are more voices calling him, waiting for his response.

  I saw that the demon hunters had already gathered here. They looked nervous and held sharp spikes in their hands.

The moment the black mist erupted from the deep well, the stinking, rotten, disgusting sense of distortion spread out. Ordinary people may just feel a little sick, but these demon hunters are keenly aware of all this and move towards here. Come here.

"what should we do?"

   Samuel stepped forward. He didn't ask what happened, but waited for Anthony's instructions.

   Anthony looked at them, was silent for a few seconds, and his eyes became firm again.

  "Keep the gates of heaven and block the Cathedral of San Nalo!"

With his words, the demon hunters moved, just like the Holy Night of the Night many years ago, perhaps the reincarnation of history really exists, and everything that is happening right now is so familiar, they are repeated constantly, every time When people are about to forget them, they crawl out of the shadows again, like the dead who are unwilling to be forgotten.

  The Basilica of St. Nalo has been few people since the new Pope stayed behind the stagnant temple. Now the blockade is going well. The heavy iron gates are closed one by one, and the inscriptions are engraved with inscriptions denounced ghosts and gods, like a towering huge shield.

   Templar knights were also mobilized. They may not be as powerful as the demon hunters, but with a sufficient amount of accumulation, and sophisticated weapons and armor, they also have a considerable combat effectiveness.

  They galloped on their horses, quickly surrounded the St. Nalo Cathedral, and guarded all the main roads.

   "Then seal the place of Qiqiu."

  Anthony hid in the shadows, coldly giving instructions.

In his eyes, the entire place of Qiqiu has become a huge chessboard. When the new pope is unclear about his life and death, he is the only chess player. The demon hunter, the templar knight, and the soldier have all become His chess pieces are controlled and driven by him.

  "Clear all believers. Except our soldiers, there is no need for anyone in the holy city."

Under the cold command, the soldiers changed their old gentle posture. They brutally smashed the door of the room, berating the believers who refused to leave, forcing them to leave. Some soldiers also met resistance, but this time they chose to use blood. To cover up, there are some believers who are difficult to conquer, then the demon hunters will take action at this moment and easily disintegrate them.

  Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner. At this critical moment, you don't need to care about anything except the order. There are bursts of chopping sounds, and blood is flowing in the place of the seven hills.

The templar knights stationed outside the place of seven hills also received the order. They began to drive away those believers who were still hovering on the edge of the place of seven hills, organized a huge team, and led them towards the distant Feilengcui. .

If the place of Qiqiu is the place of faith in the Holy Gospel Papal Kingdom, then Fei Lengcui is its highest place under the secular world, where a large number of driven believers are accepted here, and these believers are still being evacuated. .

Anthony knew very well what the new Pope’s command was for. Once the monsters under the Well of Sublimation recover, the huge erosion will instantly turn the place of the sacred Seven Hills into a dead city. Under the envelope of this death, no matter how pious the believers are, Unable to reverse the erosion of erosion, incarnate as a demon.

  This may be the last moment of the Evangelical Church, and now there is no need for anyone in the Seven Hills except the soldiers.

   "What else do we need to do?"

   Samuel questioned Anthony, they still stayed in the Cathedral of San Nalo, using it as the front line of resistance and the command post.

  Anthony did not respond, his face was swallowed by the unfathomable darkness, making it difficult to see his expression.

   "Are you all blocked?"

  After a while, Anthony asked hoarsely, as if all the water had been lost in his throat, and the dry flesh was squeezed against each other.

   "Well, but we don’t know if we can stop the demons, after all, this time..."

   Samuel's eyes dimmed. As Anthony's deputy, he knew more than the others.

  "This time is different from Shenglin Night, that time was just a sublimation ceremony, but this time it will be the awakening of'sublimation'."

  Anthony exhales long.

  He seemed to spit out the blood in his lungs, and every time he breathed, he looked more aging.

   "Samur, I have another order for you to execute."

  Anthony thought about the next strategy and said to Samuel.

  Samur leaned over to listen.

"leave here."

"what?"

   Samuel thought he had heard it wrong, and looked wrong.

  "Leaving here, the place of the seven hills is destined to become a dead city. This is inevitable."

   has accumulated the glory of endless years, which will completely collapse at this moment, and Anthony does not want to, but this is the ending that has long been engraved in the destiny.

  He still remembers the scene when he turned and fled, the turbulent black mist overflowed.

  Actually, Anthony knew that the new pope couldn’t keep there, he should have escaped with himself.

   But if he escapes, where can he escape?

Perhaps it was the reason why he stayed in the Temple of Silence for a long time. The erosion of the new Pope has increased, and it has corroded his will. In the past few months, he has had more hallucinations than the previous years combined. Many, the decline of flesh and blood continues, and the spirit is vaguely out of control...

  Actually, Anthony knew that the new pope couldn’t hold on for too long. This avenger who had survived the fire of Saint’s Night, his body had been burned out by the fire, and he could no longer support it.

  Just like many believers’ self-deception, he always doesn’t think about it, and constantly deify the new pope in his heart.

  Yes, how could such a nightmare guy fall so easily?

But now the reality is forcing Anthony to believe all this. He thinks that the new pope must also know his state, so he will choose to stay alone at the end, rather than being a monster and being killed by the same kind. , He even wanted to die by the well of sublimation, just like the demon hunters who died together in the night of the Holy Promenade.

   "Samur, I need you to leave here and tell others what happened here!"

  Anthony said solemnly.

   "Someone must do this! You must survive!"

   Samuel was stunned. It wasn't so much an order. In the eyes of Samuel at this moment, Anthony's demeanor was more like a request, asking himself to do so.

"I……"

  Samuel didn’t know what to say for a while. He wanted to shout what faith and glory he was fighting here instead of leaving. But seeing Anthony like this, he couldn’t say anything.

  "I know what kind of person you are, Samuel, you long for victory. This kind of war is what you long for, but you have to know that this is no longer something we can solve. Without victory, we only have failure."

  Unlike Samuel, Anthony did not let his fanatical beliefs go to his head. Now he must remain calm and absolutely sane.

  "Walk along the Tiber River, leave the place of Qiqiu, and pass through Feilengcui!"

   Arrays of black fog seeps out from the gaps in the gate of heaven. They are pervasive, spreading a disease called erosion and corrupting the human mind.

  Anthony pushed Samuel, just as the new pope urged him to leave.

   "If there are any so-called reinforcements, they will definitely come from the sea. If they want to get here as soon as possible, that is their only landing point."

  After the **** evacuation, there should be no believers in the Qiqiu Institute, but there are still bursts of monsters roaring in all directions, as if the place has been surrounded by bloodthirsty monsters.

  The erosion is intensifying, and more and more people have become demons, whether they are believers or soldiers.

   "Go there and wait for them to arrive!" Anthony shouted, "Go tell them our story, tell them what happened here!"

The gate of heaven trembled violently, as if something was hitting behind the door, and then the sound became high-frequency, as if thousands of hands were knocking at the gate violently, they had been hungry for too long , Can’t wait to return to the world.

  The Demon Hunter leaned forward, constantly strengthening the gate.

  Samur looked at the door, perhaps it was the erosion that was causing him. Suddenly he saw that everything on the mural came to life. Angels and demons were fighting, fighting from the bottom up, dragging everything into the burning end.

   "Samur, to win this battle is the real victory, which makes people crave a crazy victory."

Samuel's eyes were frozen, expressionless, like a puppet, walking under Anthony's push, he didn't know how he left the Cathedral of San Nalo, he just let his body execute the order and ride on the horse. , Rushing all the way.

  Tell latecomers what happened here.

  Sounds like this kept reverberating in his mind, until he drove away from the place of the seven hills and saw the fireworks that were constantly boiling in the city, Samuel came back to his senses.

  His face gradually fell into fear, and he clenched the reins.

"what--"

   Samuel roared with all his strength, as if he could drink away the fear in his heart.

  Riding a horse in the desolate grass and wild, along the Tiber River all the way down, he is like a messenger of war, wherever he goes, will soon be turned into scorched earth.

  The look of Anthony flashed in his mind, and for a moment Samuel suddenly became disgusted with the victory he was seeking.

  Not everyone can win all battles, there will always be a day of failure, and when they fail, they will die.

  Now that the time of death is coming, Yanar's power can't save him...he can't even save others.

  Samur can only run wildly, passing his familiar homeland, his eyes cast to the more distant sea, above the clear sea, a little bit of sparks swaying, as if the stars reflected in the sea.

  That's not the reflected stars.

  It was a battleship moving forward in silence, one after another, breaking through the wind and the waves, full of monsters full of secret blood.

  They came chasing the war, and now, they are finally reaching the end.

  "We are about to reach the Holy Gospel Papal Kingdom. After entering the sea, it will be difficult for us to hide ourselves. What are you going to do next? Surprise attack?"

Currie looked at Lawrence standing at the bow of the ship. To tell the truth, he resisted this madness at first. He could see that the sacred land was in front of his eyes, and the evil in his body was rekindled, and a fire ignited in his chest. .

   "No surprise attack, we just need to participate in the war."

  Lawrence’s voice came slowly, and he opened his hands, trying to hold all the sea breeze.

   "It's a familiar feeling..."

  Lawrence sighed, staring at the blurry spot of light in the distance.

   "Familiar homeland."

   "Familiar sea breeze."

   "Familiar... evil."

  Lawrence felt that every inch of his body was restless, they were scared, and joyful. All of this was so familiar, it was as if they had been cut from history and put them together again in front of them.

  Everything is so similar, just like that night.

  Holy Pro Night.

  (End of this chapter)