Ember Gun

  Chapter 719 For some inexplicable things

  This is the battlefield of mortals, and also the stage of mortals. They sang and danced and completed the final performance under the eyes of the public.

The ferocious and huge monster broke through the ruins, with dust on its body and scarlet tentacles. With the blessing of undead power, the flesh and blood of the monster continued to increase, and even assimilated the surrounding corpses into one. Bloated and clumsy appearance.

Twisted steel, shattered corpses, fissures of solid rocks... It is like a greedy evil spirit, advancing all the way, using its tentacles to grab all the material that can be grabbed, and hold them firmly. In his hands, it was entangled in the appearance of a giant.

   Strands of white fireworks interspersed in it, reflecting the body that was shrouded in deep darkness, revealing scarlet, trunk-like muscles.

   "This guy doesn't look easy to mess with!"

   Kestrel yelled, even the God of War knows to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. He trot all the way, surpassing layers of obstacles, avoiding the slams of demons.

  The scarlet tentacles swayed like a long whip, dragging the twisted steel at the end, throwing off this deadly heavy hammer, and a layer of cracks was covered along the way.

   "This is not an enemy we can handle!"

  Eve is also aware of the strength of the enemy. Their team does not carry any heavy firepower, and their weapons can't affect too much of the monsters protected by such undead power.

   "Shrike! Where are you!"

  Kestrel screamed at the communicator, but there was only a noisy electric current in the channel, and no one responded.

  The demon brought death, and also brought erosion. The power of treacherous influence here, and everyone has become an isolated island in the vast ocean.

  They can only run around and try to contain the demon’s progress as much as possible. Although they cannot kill it, they must at least drag it here to prevent it from affecting other people.

   "It's over! I have a hunch!" Kestrel yelled, launching a hook, swinging between the buildings, "I feel like I might really die here!"

   "You were so fierce just now! Why are you suddenly stunned again!"

  Eve can hardly bear the **** emotional change of Kestrel. She is fast, walking through the buildings, but this can't hinder the advance of the demon at all. It directly smashes everything along the way to pieces.

  "Who knows how to say beautiful words! Yes! But beautiful words are just beautiful words! Just like you go to the bank to get a loan, no matter how good you are, he won't approve you for money!"

  Kestrel continued to complain. It was obviously such a terrible scene, but this guy could talk endlessly. Although it was a fear-ridden appearance, Eve didn't think that someone would be able to talk nonsense like the Kestrel in fear.

  Eve was a little curious about Kestrel's mental state, and wondered if this guy really had some strange disease, just like Hercules.

The Kestrel climbed up to the heights. The monster was several meters tall and was flush with the small building. It stretched its teeth and danced its claws, and its scarlet tentacles swayed back and forth, and then fell down, like a grumpy child, smashing everything around. rotten.

  This kind of escape will not last long. Two-legged humans can't run away from such monsters. Kestrel immediately made a judgment.

   Raise the flare gun and pull the trigger. The crimson flare is like a shooting star, thrown high, and then burst, illuminating the night sky.

In the case of communication loss, the Kestrel can only use this method to seek reinforcements, and it is not clear who will save itself this time, but if it can, Kestrel hopes that the Shrike will come, because that guy is leading an armored force. , All the armor of original sin, at this time, only the armor of original sin can touch this monster.

   But I was really unlucky. He was obviously not the main force, but in such a fringe area, he encountered such a powerful monster.

  No, maybe it's not my bad luck, but this battlefield is terrible.

  The crimson light shines on the Kestrel’s face, as if stained with blood.

  Yes, maybe that's it. This is a nightmare battlefield. A monster like the one in front of you is just one of the miscellaneous fish.

  Thinking of this, the Kestrel suddenly felt a little soft, and if such a monster is a miscellaneous fish, then what about the main monsters?

  Kestrel’s thoughts were interrupted. The signal flare indicated the location here and also exposed the position of the Kestrel. The demon noticed him, and the scarlet whip galloped in and slammed the building under his feet fiercely.

  In an instant, the bricks and stones collapsed, the pillars collapsed, and the ground under their feet was no longer stable, the Kestrel turned around and tried to escape.

  Every time he took a step, the ground behind him collapsed and fell into the dark abyss. He raced with the death god, and he could even hear the death god's mocking sound.

   "You have been upset with me for a long time, right?"

   Kestrel roared.

  If the Reaper really exists, Kestrel guessed that he must be at the top of his list, or the red and bold one.

  After all, I have brushed shoulders with him too many times, maybe I have to rub the shoulders of the **** of death to get rid of frozen shoulder.

  Thinking of this, the Kestrel started to think about it again. If there is a world after death, he can hold this and brag with other dead souls.

   "Have you seen it, I wiped out the frozen shoulder of the **** of death" or something.

   Self-entertainment is a very good feature, which can make Kestrel laugh out loud in such a bad place.

  He leaped high, all the foundation stones under his feet collapsed, and he shot the hook again into the air, nailed it precisely into the wall on the other side, and then crashed there.

  Take a deep breath. When the collision happened, the Kestrel smashed the glass with one head and rolled into the unmanned room. One rolled, enduring physical pain, and continued to run.

   Just the next second after Kestrel got up and left, the scarlet tentacles collapsed the entire wall from top to bottom. Kestrel would be hit if it slowed down a little bit.

  Kestrel jumped out of the window, ran down the fire ladder built on the inside of the building, and walked in the alleys stacked with gravel. Several hideous shadows appeared before his eyes again.

"damn it."

   did not stop, Kestrel picked up the pistol in one hand and fired at the monster at the end of the alley, while the other hand threw out the folding knife to prepare for the next close combat.

   The collapse sound behind him urged the Kestrel, his pace was fast, and after a few shots, he accurately exploded the head of the demon.

   Passed by, a white light flashed from the folding knife, and a blood hole burst into the chest of the demon, and a stream of blood burst out.

  In fact, high-ranking knights like the Kestrel are the elites who clean the organs, but the demon hunters are too outrageous and take away most of their brilliance.

  Never-stop, fluent and flowing.

   ran to the street, Kestrel’s pace slowed down a bit, and then he gasped for breath. He felt that he might have been really fattened this time, and he was a little bit pant after running so many steps.

   Unbuttoning the chest button, the tight combat uniform suddenly fell loose, and then the belly bulged, a bit indecent, but the Kestrel felt a lot more relaxed.

  Sure enough, you still have to wear clothes that suit you.

  Thinking about this, turning around, a dark and hideous shadow enveloped him.

  The demon was on the other side of the street. It was waving its tentacles and the bells and whistles on the tentacles. Its scarlet eyes watched the Kestrel, making a vague and abominable laugh.

  Kestrel was lost for a while, he looked at the demon, and then at the road he ran along, and then couldn't help complaining loudly.

   "What the **** is this street layout in Feilengcui!"

  He thought he had run away, but he made a big circle along the alley and ran back again.

  This is not a good signal. Kestrel feels that he is starting to be unlucky. As usual, he should escape smoothly all the way.

The harsh wind sounded, the Kestrel's instinct acted for him and leaped to one side. Then the ground he was on was smashed by his tentacles, the bricks and stones on the ground were shattered, and the soil was turned to the surface, vaguely returning I could see a few equally unlucky bugs crawling around on the ground in a panic.

  Kestrel also crawled on the ground.

   "Kestrel!"

  The familiar shout sounded, and a stream of fire passed by and hit the demon's head.

  Eve fired at the demon. The thermite bomb had little effect on this guy. The burnt flesh and blood would soon be replaced, and the scarlet and bright flesh grew, and then spread out more tentacles.

  She hates such a big guy. Even if Eve’s swordsmanship is superb, a sword hits its heart, it is difficult to penetrate it, maybe even its hard skin can't be pierced.

   "Why are you running back again!"

   Eve asked loudly. The Kestrel gave up and fired a flare for himself, which really moved Eve, but the guy who should have escaped came back, making her wonder.

  "Do you think I want to!" Kestrel grumbled, "This is my first time to travel to Feilengcui!"

"what?"

  This time, Eve is a little confused.

The Kestrel got up awkwardly and tried to hide in the building beside him, but the demon looked like he was staring at him, and his tentacles smashed the building first, leaving the Kestrel to be exhausted on this empty street, playing with its prey. .

  A lot of messy things were lifted up by the tentacles and fell to the ground. Among them were many corpses, including demons and humans.

  This kind of thing could not have attracted Kestrel’s attention, but he found a familiar thing in the garbage dump.

  A piece of silver-white iron noodles, the iron noodles that exist in the depths of the nightmare, just by looking at it, you can smell the smell of gunpowder and blood.

  Kestrel stopped and picked it up.

   "Lawrence..."

  Kestrel can’t forget this mask. At the end of Gallunaro, such masks were in groups like a legion.

  In this way, everything made sense, and the iron-clad demon was also explained.

  Lawrence came and took his army to baptize the city, but it seemed that he was not thoroughly baptized, and there were still so many big guys left.

   But think about it, this is not his destination, his destination has always been only one.

  Kestrel thought it was pretty bad, all the demons and monsters gathered here, and no one knew where it was going.

During this brief period of thought, the tentacles were raised again, and the Kestrel dropped the iron face in his hand and prepared to run away, but this time Lawrence’s influence on him caused him to slow down for a moment, that is, this moment, the limb smashed. Down.

  In the roar, shattered stones hit the body, Kestrel only felt dense pain, and then was thrown high and crashed into another pile of ruins.

   Eve shouted loudly, but there was no response in the smoke and dust. The Kestrel fell among the chaotic ruins, raised his head, and the ceiling above was smashed layer by layer, just in time to see the red night sky.

   "It's so bad..."

  Kestrel tried to move a few times, but the pain all over his body made him want to lie down now.

Kestrel has always felt that he is a contradictory person. He dislikes his extremely risky job, but because of his **** professionalism, although he hates this job, he is very dedicated and can only constantly ups and downs. Fu, waiting for retirement.

   "Are you still alive? Kestrel."

Eve's voice sounded in the channel   , and the Kestrel let out a lazy "um", and after a pause, he said again.

   "This is really a terrible job, right?"

  "You can resign!" Eve was fed up with Kestrel's complaints, "Although it sounds like a deserter, you can completely resign and not participate in this! It's still because of your wonderful professionalism!"

   "Well...professionalism does make up part of it."

  Kestrel did not hear Eve's sarcasm, but replied solemnly.

  "But more importantly, God’s birthday is about to come, you know? Those of us who have survived another year by fluke will get a good year-end bonus!"

   "So for a year-end bonus, you sold yourself?"

   "Otherwise! I need to eat!"

  Damn scenes, wonderful two people, bad conversations.

  Eve was laughed at by Kestrel, and even felt that he had some arrhythmia. In some respects, Kestrel was much more "superior" than Lorenzo.

   "You know? I thought I didn't need these."

  Eve’s voice sounded in the channel.

"what?"

   behaved very negatively, but Kestrel was still a very dedicated person. He could detect the approach of the demon, rested for a while, and got up with great effort, thinking about what to do next.

   "Lorenzo taught me a spell specifically to deal with you. It is said that it can cheer you up and be dedicated."

"what?"

  Kestrel is a hob meat, except for salary, he feels that there is nothing to punish him.

  "Remember the ‘surprise’ that Lorenzo and you mentioned?"

  "What surprise?" Kestrel remembers these faintly, but this is what he and Lorenzo talked about in retirement.

   By the way, he also recommended himself to be a caregiver. Kestrel didn't think he was doing this kind of work, so he treated it as Lorenzo's many bad things and didn't care much.

   "She is there, that orphanage, it seems to be working as a nurse."

The other side of the channel was silent. Although Eve didn’t say who "she" was, she was like a ghost, another face appeared in Kestrel’s mind. He raised his head, and the night sky above his head was faintly shining with the sun. .

  After a while, Eve heard an angry voice on the channel.

   "Lorenzo Holmos, you bastard!"

  Kestrel rushed out of the ruins angrily, no longer passive, full of vitality.

  For dedication, for year-end awards, for the world, and for...some inexplicable things, forget it, Kestrel doesn't bother to think so much.

  In short, the Kestrel yelled and fired at the demon on the street. The bullet fell on the demon, turning into a raging fire, bursting into huge blood holes one after another.

   Just when the Kestrel suspected that his guns were so powerful, more intense artillery fire fell on the demon's body, smashing it into pieces of meat.

  In the vast sea of ​​flames, the weapon master threw away the molten armor in his hand, and his figure was ferocious, like a demon.

  Looking at that figure, the Kestrel cried with joy, and until now, luck is still on his side.

  (End of this chapter)