Ember Gun

  Chapter 696 Bloody Battle [Thanks to the leader who thinks right]

  The strong impact hit him through the door slabs and bricks. In an instant, the body lost all consciousness, and then the numbness gradually subsided, and the intense pain was released from every inch of flesh and blood, like a spreading poison, spreading to the whole body.

  The body was thrown high and hit the wall severely, leaving a blood stain on the gray wall, and then fell to the ground.

  He coughed up blood, scratching his hands weakly, trying to stand up, but his bones seemed to be broken in the impact, and he could only wriggle weakly on the ground, expanding the bloodstain under him.

   There was noise in his ears, torturing his consciousness, reluctantly raised his head, his vision was blurred by blood, and he could only see large swaths of color shaking in front of his eyes.

  Golden, bright red, gray...

  It seems that a crazy painter is painting here, mixing these countless colors into a distorted chaos, exuding bursts of extreme cold malice.

"Hahaha……"

   He coughed up blood, his breathing finally became a little smoother, and he breathed heavily, forcing the lung lobes to expand and inhaling fresh oxygen.

  His consciousness became clearer, and the same pain became clearer. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it indiscriminately, finally grabbing the broken nail sword between the gravel and the blood.

   squeezing the ground, he tried hard to lift his body, but he couldn't afford it.

  The right foot was broken in the impact just now, the ankle twisted backwards, and the bones piercing the skin could even be seen in the flesh and blood.

   "Hey! How are you!"

  He vaguely heard someone calling his name, but his mind was chaotic, and he didn't have time to think so much.

   Soon the shouting disappeared, and it was covered by another twisted and evil sound. It poured into his ears like flowing water, spreading evenly on the eardrums, constantly shaking his nerves.

"damn it!"

  He cursed bitterly and tried to cover his ears, but he didn't have the energy to do this, so he could only endure the torture.

The evil voice seems to be a magnificent movement from hell. It was light at first, like a woman singing in the night, but soon the voice became louder and louder over the centuries, and with the passage of time, more and more The instrumental music and musicians of China joined the performance, and the hot lava and **** white bones rushed towards the face.

  For a moment, he even had the illusion that he was in hell, and then he smiled bitterly, no, this is not an illusion, he is already in hell.

There was a piercing sound of friction between metals, and there was a kind of tearing sound in it, like a sharp claw tearing flesh and blood in half, and the reverberating sound, he could even feel the blazing heat from the sound. The feeling of blood spreading on the face.

"stand up!"

  Someone yelled at him, looked towards the sound, and saw a gray patch of color, shaking violently, as if fighting against something.

Under the pressure of the body, the sharp corner of the broken sword in his hand shattered, leaving a deep scratch on the ground, and then the body that was finally lifted fell off again, he took a deep breath, this time he let go of the broken Sword wiped his face vigorously, wiped away the blood that had hidden his vision, and finally saw everything in front of him.

  The raging fire, the endless fire, as if the whole world is burning, and it seems that the whole world overlaps with hell, and nightmares are constantly turning into reality.

   "Keep the gate!"

Anthony roared, stepped forward, waved the spiked sword and slashed into the neck of the demon. Logically speaking, the flesh and blood should be cut off easily, but this time the spiked sword was blocked by the hard as iron bones. In the flesh and blood.

  The demon crossed his head, and his scarlet eyes opened from among the countless folds, like a Wanhua mirror, reflecting the appearance of Anthony.

   "Father Anthony!"

   Seeing this, he shouted in surprise, Anthony squinted at him, but shouted.

   "I'm fine! Stand up!"

   drew out the nail sword, the vicious claws came oncoming, and there were countless metal fragments embedded in the thick arms, and some fabrics were restrained reluctantly, showing a tattered look.

   Anthony leaned down to avoid the heavy blow, and the gray wall behind him cracked, full of cracks.

  The demon quickly retracted his fist, and the broken armor on his body made a crisp sound as his body shook.

  Silver bell with the roar of a beast, and another heavy blow, causing the entire hall to shake violently, and the dust was flying.

Anthony was able to deal with all this with ease. Every time the deadly punch smashed him into pieces, Anthony was like a soft feather, staggering and avoiding the death blow, while the nail sword was chasing the gap. There were wounds with deep bones left on the demon's body.

  Seeing Anthony so calm, the Demon Hunter was relieved for a while, and then he worried about himself.

With his hands on the ground, he supported the wall and stood up with difficulty. The secret blood rushed in his body, driving away the pain little by little. It began to become more restless and hot, and the strong muscles began to regenerate, entangled the broken The bones, under the squeezing force, reset the broken bones.

Eyes are blazing white, and the demon hunter can feel that he is getting closer and closer to the threshold. As a demon hunter, he knows the price of breaking through the threshold, but now he can't think of other solutions. Can helplessly hand over his mind to the darkness.

The demon hunter gasped and looked at the figure fighting the demon. He still remembered Anthony's teaching. As a new generation of demon hunters, they have no restrictions on the silver tie, so they must control themselves. In a moment of desperation, you must not step into the taboo.

  Is this a moment of despair?

  The Demon Hunter himself is not quite clear, but he understands one thing very well. He himself is also very hesitant and afraid of the existence in the dark, so he has not crossed the threshold for a long time, which has also caused his current state to be so bad.

  As long as you step into the darkness, these injuries will heal quickly, you will gain stronger strength, and you will drive these monsters to extinction...

  Countless words whispered in his ears, until a hand suddenly grabbed him.

"How are you!"

   Anthony carried the bleeding spike sword and shouted at the Demon Hunter.

The roar of    awakened the demon hunter from the whispering sound, he nodded stiffly with an afterthought.

   "You are injured! Get out of here first!"

  Anthony continued to roar. In this case, it seemed that only roaring could overwhelm the evil playing music.

  Between the fireworks and the dust, the sound of fighting continues. Surrounding the gate of heaven, the Cathedral of Saint Nalo has become a **** battlefield.

  There are countless figures running around, the situation looks sinister, but now the Cathedral of Saint Nalo is still under the control of the Protestant group.

  Anthony pushed the Demon Hunter, and then a few Templar knights rushed over from behind. They picked up the injured Demon Hunter and took him away temporarily.

The demon hunter could only watch Anthony's figure gradually go away. In the densely smoked body, there were heavy knocks on the door, and then violent fireworks erupted from the depths of the darkness and overturned again. Several figures.

   Ordinary soldiers and Templar knights died on the spot. The demon hunters were tough and could withstand the blow, but when the secret blood was not fully released, this kind of heavy blow would not be easy for them.

  The gray-white walls were completely covered by scarlet blood, and the sculptures lined with blood were all stained with blood. The corpse stood horizontally between the Virgin of Mercy, and the blood flowed down the corner of its eyes.

  The demon hunter watched all this, until he left the Cathedral of San Nalo, the reddish night sky came into his eyes, and the bright moonlight fell, bringing a cold chill.

"doctor!"

  The templar knight put the demon hunter aside and shouted, and then the doctor covered in blood hurriedly came from the other corner and rushed on the demon hunter.

   "This will make you feel better."

  The doctor turned against the light, and the demon hunter could not see his appearance, but he could feel the rapidness of his breathing and the fear hidden in the words.

"what is this?"

  The Demon Hunter asked with difficulty.

   "Hydraulics...probably, anyway, it can make you temporarily forget the pain in your body."

  The doctor said that he injected all the injections along his neck, and then moved to his fractured ankle.

   "Are you going to operate on me? This kind of time is not suitable for such a delicate operation."

  The demon hunter raised his head hard and couldn't help taking a breath.

The surrounding scenery is completely different from the familiar appearance in my memory. The raging fire is burning in the place of the seven hills, the demon hunters are fighting in the Saint Nalo Cathedral, and in addition, the Templar knights are also fighting with the demons in the city. Fight.

  After all, there are still a small number of fanatics who hide in the city, and are affected by the spreading erosion, turning into ferocious demons.

While he was watching all this, a roaring explosion sounded in the Cathedral of San Nalo behind him, with violent vibrations, and even the ground shook, the painted glass burst one after another, and the curtains were swept out of the house by the wind. , Like a dancing arm.

  The demon hunter looked at this magnificent church, and fireworks were released from it and gushing out from the window, like the rotten wood burning inside, constantly falling down.

   "This is really not suitable for precision surgery, but in fact, you don't need these for you demon hunters."

  The doctor cut his pants open, revealing his **** right leg.

   "Hold it up."

As the doctor said, he took out his tools, blood-stained iron tongs and hammers... There are many things that the demon hunter can’t see clearly. If he doesn’t know his identity, the demon hunter even thinks that the doctor is doing it on himself. Torture.

  Gritting his teeth, the doctor cut open his right leg. The excision process was very laborious. The Secret Blood of the Demon Hunter did not stop, and the flesh and blood were still struggling and healing on its own.

The doctor felt like he was cutting an unknown, extremely powerful monster. If his scalpel had not been plated with a layer of holy silver beforehand, it is estimated that the cut wound would heal before he could finish the operation. And these flesh and blood are very hard, with squeezing power.

  Removed the broken bones and reset the twisted bones. The doctor didn't care about stopping the bleeding. He didn't even suture the wound.

  "Arouse the secret blood, the rest will be left to the self-healing of the demon hunters!"

  Doctor said to the Demon Hunter.

  Special goals are treated specially. Demon hunters are not exquisite dolls, and doctors don’t need to take care of them so meticulously. For them, secret **** stool is the best doctor, and what the doctor has to do is speed up his self-healing.

  The demon hunter nodded. After the doctor helped to reset his bones, he could heal faster, so as to prevent the flesh and blood from growing wildly and causing his ankles to become deformed.

He was gasping for breath. In this short period of time, another group of witch hunters rushed into the Cathedral of San Nalo, and more Templar knights approached here. They could not face the monsters from the underground. , But it can also bring some assistance on the battlefield.

  The blazing white in his eyes was difficult to suppress, the light was constantly flashing, and the demon hunter could feel the self-healing of his own flesh and blood. He tried to get up, but at this moment another explosion sounded.

  This explosion was more intense than ever, and you could clearly see that the air wave rolled up the dust, and then lifted them all up and smashed them into the streets.

  The demon hunter let out a whine, but fortunately, passing through the obstacles of the building this time, the impact was not as violent as before, and his injury did not aggravate too much.

"doctor!"

   shouted the witcher, and vaguely, he heard a whimper responding to him.

Following the sound, he found the doctor who was lying next to the steps. Half of his head was sunken and stuck on the edges and corners of the steps. The blood kept overflowing, but he was not dead yet, and there were whimpers in his mouth. .

  The gaze of the demon hunter was slightly sluggish, but the sluggishness only lasted for a moment.

  He crawled over hard, picked up the scalpel scattered on the side, and stabbed the doctor's crooked neck.

"Feel sorry."

   The demon hunter said mercilessly, ending his pain, cutting off his neck, shattering his heart, and preventing him from being dominated by erosion.

The billowing smoke rose, and the noisy fighting continued to hit from all directions. The demon hunter didn't know how long this battle would last, and he didn't know whether he would survive. He could only stand up reluctantly, and then Looking at the Saint Nalo Cathedral among the fireworks.

  In such a magnificent building, the outer edge is from bottom to top, depicting the flames of **** and demons, the world where mortals fight together, and then the holy kingdom of heaven.

  Under the constant explosion and impact, countless cracks have appeared on the outer wall of the building. The cracks carried blood and fire, shattering the **** and the earth, and now they are marching toward the kingdom of heaven.

  The vision of the demon hunter continued to rise along with the cracks, and finally separated from the building itself and rose into the night sky.

  The stars are dim, and the dark night sky is also stained with scarlet by the flames of war.

  The demon hunter stood there for a long time. I don't know how long he tried to move forward. Although the pace was a bit staggered, swayed, and with unbearable pain, this time he did not fall.

   Picking up the blood-stained hammer, he wiped his face, stepped up the stairs again, and walked towards the depths of the Saint Nalo Cathedral.

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