Ember Gun

  Chapter 467 Safe House

Just as a roaring thunder fell into a quiet city, the serene sacredness was broken in an instant, and everyone's expressions became distorted and frightened. At the same time, under the erosion of this instant, their flesh and blood bodies were gradually deforming. As if it was difficult to maintain a human form, it began to collapse.

  This is a counterattack from Watson. Probably Edron didn't expect Watson to have the courage to resist him after seeing the difference in strength. This time the attack allowed Watson to get the lead.

  The collision between the wills was triggered, Watson attacked along his own eroded path, and slammed Adron's [Gap].

  She tried her best, but after a short pause, she only felt that all her strength was poured on the iron wall. Everything was in vain, only the [gap] that could slightly shake Adron.

  Blood overflowed from the corner of Adron's eyes. This blow did not hurt him, but it also caused a slight impact.

  Watson panted violently, feeling afraid of what he had just done.

At the moment of attacking Adron, Watson and Adron were very close to each other. Under the iron wall-like defense, Watson felt the hideous and violent breath from behind the iron wall. It was an unknown breath. It seems that this iron wall is not a defense, but a cage, which firmly binds the dark will behind it.

   "What exactly are you..."

   Watson gritted his teeth, his expression dignified.

  This counterattack is not only to repel Adron, but to test him and find out if there is a chance to find his weakness. Obviously Watson has not found it. Not only that, but it seems to irritate him.

Adren was different from all the enemies that Watson had encountered before. For him, the entity was just a carrier to carry the will. The real battlefield was nothing [gap]. His appearance directly broke Watson's view of battle. Conventional cognition, even if you have a sharp sword in your hand, it is useless.

Adren’s expression gradually became savage. He seemed calm and indifferent, but Watson could vaguely perceive it, like the violent aura behind the iron wall. All this was just the appearance of Adren, and his slender reason reluctantly His nature is bound to prevent him from making more crazy moves.

  So...All the means have been exhausted.

Under Adren’s gaze, Watson smiled indifferently, and the next moment the flesh and blood collapsed, blood gushing out of the sunken scarlet eye sockets, a meaningless whimper in his throat, and his bones became fragile. The muscles attached to it twisted easily, and finally collapsed and collapsed into a vague mass of flesh and blood.

  Hua is alive and dead...No, not yet.

Edron realized that the will no longer existed in this flesh and blood. In the end Watson chose to escape, but it was just useless. Watson had exhausted her springboard, and now she wanted to leave, she also needed to escape. To erode the target, she and Adren returned to the same starting line, but it was clear that she could not run Adren.

  Adelen closed his eyes, and the erosion was like waves on the sea, swiping across the earth quickly, searching for the location of Watson, but this time the waves did not bring any response, only the silence that couldn't bear to be disturbed.

  Watson disappeared.

  ……

  The place of seven hills, the countryside.

  Above the messy and deserted countryside, a wooden house is built next to a towering tree. It seems to have existed for a while, the walls are covered with vines, and the steps are covered with damp moss.

  The man was lying on the bed in the house. He had been insomnia for several days and could not fall asleep. He thought that probably this was the reason for the bed recognition.

He is a Templar knight and belongs directly to the new pope, and now he is performing a top secret mission...Well, he doesn’t know what this top secret mission is, anyway, his record has been deleted from the official list, only The new pope knows his existence, and all he has to do is to live well in this cabin.

The man didn’t know what the mission meant. The only clue he could guess was the cellar under the wooden house, which was filled with emergency food and medical supplies, as well as some weapons, which looked like a safe house, but he I don’t know what kind of safe house is worth such care to protect.

  Or to say...this just looks like a safe house? Is it actually a secret room used by the new pope to entertain his mistress?

   He thought so, and he laughed. Although he was in awe of the new pope, everyone had guessed the face behind the mask more than once in private.

  The man felt a little sleepy. He was about to fall asleep, his eyelids slowly closed, and then the man's body stiffened.

He was vaguely aware of something. It seemed that a pair of cold hands was flicking his body, and it was as if an invisible ocean tide swallowed him. It was so cold that it froze him stiff in an instant, and the soft flesh became like iron. It is so strong that it locks the bones firmly without any reaction.

  The man opened abruptly, and a little light in the dimness rose under his eyes.

Watson rolled down on the bed quickly, and she was too nervous to breathe. According to the information in the memory, she lifted the baffle of the cellar forcefully, jumped directly in, and fell to the ground hard, with pain under her knees. The sound of the sound.

  There was no time to feel the pain and wailing. Watson crawled to the corner of the cellar with great effort. She held her breath and completely suppressed her own power. The sparks in her eyes were so dim that they almost disappeared.

  A huge shadow enveloped Watson.

  The invisible erosion gathered together, they were like a tsunami on the sea, advancing like a tsunami, nothing could stop them, searching for the trace of Watson like a hound.

Walking along the fissures, flooding everywhere like a flood of a bank, Watson could hear tedious auditory hallucinations, countless footsteps hurrying past his head, they searched around, but No trace of Watson was found.

  Washeng lowered her breath, beside the dark and damp wall, she raised her hand to buckle the damp wall, revealing the shiny silver metal under it.

   "Thank you so much, Mianxia."

  The huge pressure disappeared, Watson couldn't help taking a long breath, then panting in pain.

This is indeed a safe house, and it is indeed prepared by the new pope for himself, but it is used to guard against the silent. After knowing that the Holy Silver can block the invasion of the will, the new pope is very clear that he cannot stay there all the time. In the Silent Temple, praying for the protection of the Well of Ascension, so he set up such safe houses in areas where he might be attacked.

The location of the safe house was told to Watson himself by the new pope before leaving. After all, Watson did not have the well of sublimation as a barrier. It is not clear whether all this was due to a cooperative relationship or a past friendship, but at least this time it was rescued by intelligence. Watson died.

  Wason opened the box according to the information in his memory, and pushed aside the food and medical supplies. There was a hidden compartment under the box. When you opened it, you could see a shiny silver headgear, like a crown.

This is a laurel crown cast by Holy Silver. Watson put it on his head. From the effect of this safe house, it can be seen that although Adron is very strong, the nature of Holy Silver's shielding will also affects him. Effectively, this thing might be able to withstand several Adren's attacks.

  After doing all this, Watson paused for a while, probably to calm his excitement, then took up medical supplies and bandaged his injured knee.

  Now she dare not use a trace of strength, maybe it will attract Adren's attention, she is the priority to be cleared, and he will definitely not let him go.

  But this is also a good thing. Before he solves himself, Adren’s attention will not be diverted, and Lorenzo may be spared by this.

Of course, blindly running away is not the solution. Watson thought for a while, and after confirming that he was safe, he opened the weapon rack on the side, took out a nail sword from it, and slashed it on the wall, destroying the safe house. .

   Simply collect the holy silver inside and put it in her pocket. Then she crawled out of the cellar, opened the door, and the endless wilderness appeared in front of her eyes.

  Now Watson did not dare to use the slightest amount of power, even the holy silver laurel crown on his head did not dare to take off, maybe at some point, Edron would come to him and destroy himself.

This battle can be regarded as a success. Watson not only tested the strength of Adren, but also obtained more useful information. She needs to share this with Lorenzo... Maybe this will bring about a greater crisis. , But she knew very well that neither she nor Lorenzo wanted to be the easy lamb in that enclosure.

  The fastest [Gap] shuttle is no longer available, so it seems that there is only one way left.

  Watson looked in the direction of Inervig and found that everything had returned to its origin.

   "Hope Lorenzo can see the message I left."

  She said, and then yelled again. It was too far away from Inervig, she just walked helplessly, as for returning to the Temple of Silence...

  Watson doubted whether the new pope was alive or dead.

However, the current situation is still good. With the advancement of Watson and others, those guys can no longer hide in the darkness. They only have two choices left, waiting for Watson and others to find the truth about all this. Or kill them all.

  ……

The night was dark, and the sound of footsteps sounded in the loneliness. The man stepped on slippers over the stagnant water. He looked up at a pair of shaggy thighs and then a pair of shorts. His upper body was wearing a long pajamas, and his head was wearing a funny nightcap. , The whole person is like a tramp who just crawled out of the garbage dump.

  Although the homeless man looks embarrassed, he carries a murderous aura on his body. Someone who doesn’t know thinks this guy is outrageous when he gets up.

  Holding the nail sword in one hand, and dragging Winchester in the other, his eyes were like torches, and finally stopped at the end of the alley, smelling the familiar blood in the air, Lorenzo felt a little uneasy.

Everything has to start from a few minutes ago. Lorenzo was sleeping, but suddenly he felt a disgusting malice in his sleep. As a demon hunter, Lorenzo knew exactly what it was. Let him have almost abnormal vigilance.

  He woke up in his dream almost instantly, then picked up his weapon, searched for the position of the demon, and finally stopped at this position.

The night breeze blew through the shadows of the alleys, bringing a warm smell of blood, and Lorenzo walked into it slowly. There were still a few corpses on the ground, as well as a few undead monsters, their flesh and blood. The body seemed to have been hit, even the deformed body couldn't support it anymore and it continued to collapse.

Lorenzo couldn't help covering his nose. The demons were still whimpering. As their bodies collapsed, their airways were completely squeezed. Not to mention making noises, even breathing was extremely painful. thing.

  There are not too many traumas. This collapse occurs inside the body, a force that Lorenzo doesn’t know much about...

  Lorenzo thought so, suddenly a memory flashed before his eyes.

  The burning demon once named Horner.

Lorenzo once unconsciously triggered the [Gap] invasion. He destroyed Horner’s [Gap] in this way and killed this monster. At that time, the death of the monster was so similar to these. The points are similar, from the inside began to collapse and collapse.

"How is this going?"

  Lorenzo looked at the scene suspiciously, and gently stroked the wall with his hand. The traces of the battle were still very new, as if the battle had just ended a few minutes ago, and he was just a step late.

  So who is fighting the monster here? Judging from the broken scratches on the wall, this is not caused by the blade. The traces caused by the blade will be thinner than this, and more flat, and there are no wounds left by the blade or bullet on the body of the demon.

  Where did the guy who fought with the monster go now? Lorenzo did not hear any sound of escaping all the way, and from the scene, he could not find the trace of the second person, and even said that the second person was a member of the demon.

  Two monsters are fighting here? Do demons fight inwardly?

  Lorenzo was even more confused. He thought about whether to [Gap] invade the demons, maybe he could find some answer from their turbid consciousness.

  He hesitated.

  After facing Lawrence, for some reason, Lorenzo always had an inexplicable fear of invading others [Gap]. Whether the target was a human or a monster, he somewhat did not want to do this.

In Irene’s [Gap], she shared memories with herself to prove her credibility, but Lorenzo also experienced all her experiences and emotions, countless memories and emotions, strong emotions Lorenzo almost lost himself, for a moment he thought he was Irene...

  Lawrence is the same. When Lawrence showed him the prediction of the doomsday, Lorenzo felt great fear, as if a black ocean completely swallowed him, and no light could be seen.

  Lorenzo now thinks about it, but it is not clear whether the extremely strong fear stems from him, or is it in his memory and the feelings of Lawrence when he knew the prophecy?

  He can't think clearly.

At this moment of hesitation, Lorenzo saw something. His eyes were serious, and he squatted down. There was a line of blood written in a pool of blood. The words were short and scribbled, and they looked like someone who wrote them. The situation at that time was very critical...For example, confronting a monster, or something more terrifying.

  "Don't use Gabriel, it will find..."

  Lorenzo slowly read the vague handwriting. It was so strange that Lorenzo had to think vigilantly. Then he found that there were numbers in the corners of the handwriting.

   "042."

  Lorenzo's expression froze. He knew very well who else in the world knew the meaning of this number, and he also knew who left this sentence to him.

   "What happened? Watson."

   Lorenzo looked at the mess in this place, he thought about the incident, and said worriedly.

"'Who is that?"

  (End of this chapter)