Ember Gun

  Chapter 27 Demons

   "I have given you the power to trample on snakes and scorpions, and to overcome all the power of the enemy. Nothing can harm you."

  In the dark night, someone seemed to be whispering.

  Pres can barely hear all this, it is from the "Gospel".

Before the rise of steam technology, it was the holy evangelical papal kingdom that ruled the Western world. They provoked disputes and wars on the land in the name of gods. Under the power of faith, the Templar Crusaders crossed the islands and the mainland, and wherever the iron cavalry went, the city was destroyed. Death.

Under the will of God, they performed theocratic power until Inervig won the Glorious War. The steam engine shattered all beliefs. With leap-forward technology, the conservative and holy evangelical Papal kingdom and the nations with steam technology were formed. There is a huge military gap, and faith can no longer rule anyone.

  In spite of the influence of the Gospel Church on the nations, after all, Old Dunling was originally established by the Romans, and most people still maintained their awe and faith in it. They whispered together, and their prayers gathered together into a torrent.

  Sergeant Press was kneeling on the ground at the moment, he did not understand everything tonight.

A few hours ago, the sheriff summoned all the staff. He didn't know what was going on. He only knew that this was the first time such a huge police force attacked in the Suyalan Hall in recent years. He thought it was a secret operation, and he even did a good job for this. Preparations for the death of the battle, but when a large number of mounted police arrived here, it was the Royal Guards who were waiting for them.

Pres seldom saw this group of soldiers wearing red cloaks. During the Glorious War, they were the trump cards of Inervig. There are rumors that their cloak was originally black, but the blood of the enemy dyed it red and feared them. The enemy called them the Red Shirt Army.

The iron boots hit the ground, and the crisp iron sound echoed in everyone’s ears. Some residents who lived not far from Xiacheng opened the window. He wanted to scold these people who had awakened him, but he could come out. The head found that it was pitch black like never before.

The Red Guards blocked the entire underground palace and its surroundings. They raised their guns and cast the walls of artillery. In order to prevent unrelated people from seeing this place and accidents, the mechanical courtyard cut off everything in this area dozens of minutes ago. Electricity, lights go out, and darkness completely separates people from the dirty secrets.

There was no resistance, and in fact, there was no need to resist. The Royal Guards had not waited for the mounted police to figure out the situation before they were controlled by them. A group of mounted police in Suyaran Hall was seized with all their weapons and knelt in the cold night of Old Dunling. Down.

  Something must have happened tonight, there was so much silence everywhere, except for the sound of iron boots, only everyone's gasps and prayer murmurs were left.

Suddenly someone from the Mounted Police stood up, and several soldiers of the Imperial Guard pointed their guns directly at him. It was a weapon that Pres had never seen. It must be a secret product of the Mechanical Academy, but he didn't look at it. He was very Clearly, the more you know, the faster you will die.

   "I'm Sergeant Donas in Suaran Hall, I have the right to see your person in charge!"

   is Sergeant Donas, he can't stand this anymore, and roars angrily, but what is waiting for him is a heavy blow from the butt. These soldiers don't care about his identity.

   "Sergeant Donas?"

  Someone tentatively said in the darkness. As he tilted his head, Donas saw the man walking out of the darkness in pain.

  It was a costume that Donas had never seen before. The dark cloak had gorgeous textures on the edges. The sword and gun were models that had never been seen before, but from the perspective of the complicated craftsmanship, it must be an excellent murder weapon.

  He has a strange smell on his body, which is not unpleasant, but it is very familiar and pungent. It took Donas for a long time to remember that it was the smell of sulfur.

   "Hello, I am the person in charge here."

  It was an exquisite mask, but Donas couldn't see its appearance at all because of the darkness of vision.

   "Do you know what you are doing?"

  Sergeant Donas yelled, as a sergeant he had never received this treatment, but obviously his words were of no use. Iron boots kicked him hard in the abdomen, and Donas shrank into a ball on the ground in pain.

   "I want you to recognize two facts, sheriff."

  The pitch-black muzzle pointed directly at the sheriff. The man's expression was very casual, as if he would fire in the next second.

  "The first fact, if it is not for your too many mounts, we don’t want to make the police force of Suyalan Hall vacant, otherwise you will all die tonight according to the procedure."

The muzzle was pressed against Donas' head, and the forceful twisting made him moan in pain. The rest of the mounted police saw the sheriff being treated like this and wanted to do it, but the soldiers moved the muzzle directly to them. .

   "The second fact, we have the right to shoot anyone tonight."

   Lifted the muzzle, the man looked at his watch, and it was almost time, he shouted.

   "Block their ears and blindfold them. The next thing is not what they can see."

Pres was moved without resistance. The soldiers did not expect to encounter this group of mounted police tonight, so they could only drive them to the other side of the darkness, blindfolded and plugged their ears. The man suddenly stopped the action and ordered the soldiers to lead Pres over.

   "What's your name police officer?"

  The man looked at the outer city behind him, as if waiting for something.

   "Pres Leilana, sir."

  Don't dare to neglect this man Pres, after all, even his boss said to beat him, let alone beat himself.

   "My name is Kestrel."

   Kestrel turned his head and said, the eyes under the oiled red lacquer mask looked at Pres. Pres knew that this was just a code name, but he didn't understand why the man in front of him had to tell him.

   "Hold it to protect your colleagues."

  It was the same firearm as the Guardsman. It was heavy and different from the other firearms used by Pres.

   "Why... why me."

  Pres has a lot to ask, for example, how can this group of powerful guards have any chance to protect themselves, but when they come to the mouth, they can only say these dryly.

   "Well... Maybe it's kind, or maybe it's the sheriff who I can't understand you. Well, don't be stunned. If you can do the rest, I hope you haven't seen it, okay?"

   Kestrel said, but then remembered something and added.

   "'Lost control' may also happen among those mounted police. If possible, I need you to kill your colleague...or yourself if necessary."

"What's the meaning…"

  Pres didn’t understand, he had more doubts, and at the same time, the voice of sacred prayer became more and more intense, and the mysterious sense of religion covered every inch of the land here.

  "Knowing that these things cost a price, it’s better not to know."

  Kestrel did not want to say much, it seems that the conversation just now was only a whim.

  As the Kestrel’s words fell, the situation did not give Pres a chance to ask more, and the loud whistle sounded from afar.

  It stands to reason that there shouldn’t be a steam tram now, but it actually appeared like this, and the blazing light cut through the darkness at the end of the mist.

  It was a galloping speed, with a howling wind, when it passed by Pres’ eyes, he briefly saw the appearance of the steam tram.

With heavy armor on the dark surface, the overall model is far larger than any steam tram that Pres has seen. This is the real iron snake passing the defense line with murderous desire, followed by more sirens. It sounded, roaring from the mist, like the sound of horses running around.

  For a moment, Pres had a strange illusion that the guards in front of him were not the protagonists of tonight. The iron snakes that he had never seen before, and slowly came from the dark night, were the real protagonists.

  As they dipped into the darkness of Xiacheng, the roar of cannons and fires descended, and the whole earth was trembling, as if some monster was fighting in the darkness.

  ...

  Just like the paradise of Shrike, the underground palace was also built under a ruin. I remember that it was originally a tall and majestic building, but it was a pity that the enemy’s artillery cover during the War of Glory, even this building in the wilderness was not spared.

  The soldiers dressed like the Kestrel guarded every place near the underground palace, their silent and cold muzzles pointed in the direction of the underground palace.

Shrike has been in Xiacheng for so long. I don’t know where he got the original design of the underground palace. Several exits are already full of heavy soldiers. Those heavy soldiers are the first line of defense, followed by the soldiers scattered around, and Guards on the periphery.

   "So you have to come in personally? Your responsibility should be to direct outside, and it should be me if you want to go."

  Shrike expressed opposition to Galahad’s suggestion to enter the underground palace to search for Eve. At this moment, the operation is about to begin. The two are on the main battlefield at the gate of the underground palace. According to predictions, this place will be the most ferocious impact.

   "No, time is running out, we have to attack when they arrive."

   "So you are going to save people in such a short time and come out again? You know our process very well. You will die in our hands, and in order to get rid of it, you may not even be able to keep the dead body."

  Shrike was full of distrust of Galahad’s words.

   "Then what do you think should be done." Galahad said angrily.

He was greeted by silence. In fact, Shrike didn’t know what to do. Lorenzo’s **** is a very useful sword, so you can tell him the goal and he will solve it cleanly. , But the same sword can easily get out of control. You never know what moths will be created in the next second, just like now.

  Fortunately, the bad night didn't intend to keep the two of them entangled. It directly gave its own answer, and a chill of extreme cold hit the two of them.

It’s hard to describe that feeling, as if it came from the protection of biological instincts. The breath of the two became heavy for an instant, and an emotion called fear rose from the bottom of their hearts. They looked at each other for a while, followed by the harsh sirens. Resounded through the night.

  It is a very high-frequency ticking sound, which comes from everyone's body. As time goes by, the frequency becomes more and more concentrated until it finally becomes a piercing long sound.

  That is a Geiger counter. It is a complex mechanical product, and its function is to detect the radiation index that is difficult for ordinary people to observe, and to determine the distance of the target with the frequency of warning. At this moment, the indicator is constantly rising and finally breaking through the critical value, and the blood-red light reflects everything.

Everyone knows what this means. There is no too many arguments and words. The bullets are loaded, the artillery is ready, and there is no hesitation. The overwhelming cannonballs directly cover the surface of the entire underground palace. This is a cleansing operation, and the cleansing agency does not need Anything alive, as for Eve, it seemed to them that Eve's life ended when the alarm sounded.

  This is the iron law of eradicating organs, and it's also the reason why they can fight those demons with mortal bodies to this day.

  "All units pay attention to the reality distortion anomaly has appeared, start to act, no one but us can leave alive tonight!"

  As Galahad’s roar echoed in the channel, the sacred light fell on this ruined land, everything was reflected brightly, and all darkness was driven away, just like a land blessed by God. That is the support from the night sky, the huge steel whale slowly swims among the clouds, the light is like a sword thrown by the gods.

There was a stench of blood and unknown from the exit in front of him. Galahad directly waved his arm, and countless fire lights lit up in front of the flamethrower. It was a row of soldiers, wearing heavy fire-proof clothing, and their bodies were covered. Only a pair of lenses were left to observe the outside world, and heavy breathing sounds came from the gas mask.

Those are the arsonists. They are the most terrifying nightmare in the attack on underground facilities. The modified flamethrower and large-capacity fuel backpack from the Mechanical Institute can continue to burn at high temperatures for tens of minutes, and the blazing fire will burn the underground. All the air in the space then burned the enemy to death in the ground like an oven.

More soldiers set up long spears behind them. The only weakness of arsonists is inconvenience and fragile protection. In order to isolate the high temperature, their fire-resistant suits are extremely heavy. Only under the protection of these soldiers can they be guaranteed not to fall through the net. The fish was killed in close quarters.

  This is the closely-cooperative city wall. A slight gap will cause the entire city wall to collapse.

   "Did you hear that? Galahad."

  Shrike had set up his weird silver spear, squeezed his fingers on the trigger, his eyes solemn and cautious.

It was the sound from the dark entrance in front of them, the rapid pace and the hoarse whispers. It seemed that a crowd was fleeing here in a panic. They were about to leave the darkness of this underground, but what was waiting for them was not regretting their new life, but The flames that destroy everything.

   "Remember our plan, a fuel explosion in Xiacheng tonight caused the underground palace to collapse...no one survived."

  Galahad’s voice was indifferent, executing orders like a machine, completely different from the heroic image of just trying to save Eve.

  Countless distorted figures rushed out of the darkness with a rotten smell. They are no longer in human form. The hideous makeup looks like the weirdness recorded in ancient books. I remember that people called them that way.

  Demon.

Therefore, the black iron snake came from a long way with a howling gust of wind. The excessive inertia caused dazzling sparks at the intersection of the wheel and the rail when the brakes were slowed down, and then the heavy iron armor was lifted one by one, and the deep and long prayers were heard. Reverberating in everyone's communicator.

  "Be careful and watchful, because your enemy, the devil, is like a roaring lion, marching everywhere, looking for someone to devour. You must resist him with strong faith."

  The iron gate bounced open instantly, hot steam surged, and the man whispered into the battlefield in the endless white tide.

  (End of this chapter)