Ember Gun

  Chapter 724 Enemy

  The heart of the war drum is roaring.

  He was clearly in the lonely dilapidated temple underground, but as the heartbeat gradually rose, Lorenzo felt as if he was on the battlefield. The sound of war drums brought thousands of troops and surging absolute hostility.

  Awe-inspiring killing.

  Although he hasn't seen the enemy lurking in the Silent Temple, Lorenzo can already feel the raging malice emanating from the opponent.

   "It seems that the other party has been waiting for a long time."

  Lorenzo whispered, and the hand holding the sword loosened and tightened, making the palm of his hand close to the hilt without leaving any gap.

  A few people did not act rashly, until the flame holder stepped forward and took the lead.

  【I'm coming to the front. 】

  In these successive battles, Lawrence’s shells are no longer left, and each of these shells is extremely effective combat power, which will explode with strange effects when necessary.

  Now each of them is very precious, so Watson decided to control the flame bearer to walk in the forefront.

  This steel body is also a very good body, but unfortunately, unlike the blood-secret monster, it has limited abilities after all, not to mention, it is still scarred today.

  The steam engine operates slowly and deeply, like fireworks swaying in the wind, the armor is full of cracks and scratches, and the bound flesh and blood are also wriggling at the last effort.

  Watson didn’t think that the flame holder could help the final battle effectively. It would be better to make the final contribution before being completely destroyed, to try and make mistakes for a few people to avoid potential dangers.

The team is advancing vigilantly. If calculated by individual ability, this team may be the most powerful individual squad in the world at present. Give them enough time to easily decapitate all the enemy leaders. From the perspective of the Demon Hunter Group, they can be regarded as the most powerful beings in the history of the Demon Hunters.

   But it is the elite of this group of elites, in this scarlet lair, extremely vigilant.

  No one dared to use the power of [Gap] easily. Under their feet, under the isolation of the soil and the Holy Silver, there is the largest [Gap] in the world, and it is the source of all this power.

  No one has fought with such a monster, so there is no experience to learn. Lorenzo can only act cautiously to avoid making any possible mistakes.

   "I think it already knows our arrival, so what is it waiting for?"

   Lorenzo questioned softly, the flame bearer walking in the forefront, like a huge iron shield, in this terrible environment, people felt surprisingly at ease.

   "I don't know, it may be waiting for us to step into a trap."

Lawrence responded, "The unspeakable is itself disorder and chaos. It has no tactics at all, and some of it is pure power, but under its control, those who are dominated have a certain mindset. , What we have encountered is all those who are dominated."

   "The real it is still sleeping."

  Lawrence came to this conclusion, and Lorenzo agreed.

The unspeakable is not so much a great existence, it is more inclined to the inexplicable and evil source of power. Power itself has no thought. Its only and only purpose is to constantly Strengthen yourself and draw more people into sublimation.

Polluted guys like Roger are captured by the power of the unspeakable, and their actions are based on the premise of "expansion" and based on their own consciousness. .

   was dragged into crazy people.

  More importantly, the unspeakable must be in deep sleep, and all that is encountered right now is its dream, the slightest power leaked from the well of sublimation.

  If the unspeakable really recovers, Lorenzo can be sure that the moment a few people step into the Temple of Silence, they will be drawn into sublimation and step into complete madness.

In the face of the awakened Unspeakable, this world has no chance of winning, even the Secret Guards of the old world, their initial idea is only to completely [exile] the Unspeakable, so that it has a thorough connection with humans. Discontinue so that human beings are no longer infested by the unspeakable, rather than killing it completely.

   "Then let this guy sleep better, and never wake up again."

   Lorenzo whispered to Watson.

   "It's time, Watson, give it to me."

  Lawrence swept Lorenzo's gaze. Obviously he didn't know what Lorenzo said it was, but Watson understood that it was [Final Echo].

  The highest crystallization of mankind in the old world, the only deadly weapon that is effective against the unspeakable, and the only bargaining chip for mankind in this gambling game.

According to the memory of the Secret Keeper, the old humans poured out all the [Final Echoes] to the Unspeakable, and successfully sealed it in the Holy Silver Barrier under their feet, and put it into a peaceful sleep, but unfortunately, it was also It's just a good night's sleep.

  But now it’s different. Lorenzo got the last [Final Echo] from the end of the world. If he makes up for this final blow, he may really [exile] the unspeakable completely.

This can be seen from the time when Roger was hunted. This antimemetic power can be superimposed and increased. With the assistance of Adren, Lorenzo completely defeated Roger in the last blow, so now it will be his , To make up for this last sword for the old man before the endless years.

  【Do you know how to'launch' it? 】

  Watson asked.

  When the Secret Guardian delivered this weapon, he specifically mentioned its flaws, and Lorenzo already had a general idea about it.

   "I talked to Shao Liangye for a long time about this matter. I think it may lack a carrier, a carrier that can carry it and hit the soul directly."

  Lorenzo did not go on to clarify what this mysterious carrier was, Watson remained silent, and it seemed that there was a strange consensus between the two, or…a lie.

  There are some things, Lorenzo has been forcing himself not to think about it. Facing that question, he racked his brains and couldn't think of an answer, so he could only escape until there was nowhere to escape.

   "Watson?"

  Lorenzo urged, the enemy does not know when will appear, the sooner the [Final Echo] is delivered, the better.

  But Watson did not respond to Lorenzo's call and remained silent. At the same time, the flame bearer in front also stopped.

  Lorenzo looked at it calmly, and a little panic rose in his eyes.

Between the scarlet silk threads, a slender and sharp spike slipped out silently, and easily penetrated through the torso of the flame holder, protruding from the back, followed by more dense and sharp howling sounds. The speed of the thorns is so fast that Lorenzo can hardly recognize their appearance, repeatedly piercing the flame holder.

  The flame bearer tried to counterattack. To be precise, it started counterattack as soon as it encountered the attack, but its speed was undoubtedly much slower than these spikes.

  The sonorous and powerful impact sound continued, and Lawrence also pulled out the nail sword at this time and jumped high.

  The nail sword swayed, rolled up the blazing tornado, and swallowed the spikes and flame bearers in front of them.

This lunatic never thought of any mercy from his subordinates. The extreme high temperature burned the flame bearer's armor red, and the blood and flesh of the monster attached to it were also dying fast, but with it collapsed, there were those high-speed spurs. .

Under the fire, their speed began to slow down, and then you could see clearly that they were sharp and slender bone spurs, the hard bones were evaporated into gray-black debris, with the scarlet entangled around them. The silk thread is burnt clean together.

  The drum sound becomes intense.

  Dense drums burst out continuously, the sound is so close, as if only one step away from Lorenzo.

  The trembling reverberation is mixed with a solid cracking "click" sound, as if this long underground palace will tremble and collapse in this dense drum.

   What followed was the rolled up scarlet silk thread, as well as the bone spurs that broke through the ground and pierced Lorenzo one after another.

  The sound of drums burst in the ears, and the chest was like being hit by a heavy hammer, and there was intense pain and a surge of blood.

In a trance of severe pain, Lorenzo heard a roar like a beast. The sound was sharp and short, like steel rubbing against each other. He could hear the reverberation of sparks, full of the power to destroy everything.

  The roar sounded continuously, and every time it sounded, transparent ripples were set off in the air, and the fireworks and scarlet silk thread danced along with it, and then fell apart under its awe.

  Lorenzo retreated again and again after being shaken, and in a panic, he could only suppress the blood and fear tumbling in his chest, and vigorously waved his nail sword to block the bone spurs that struck.

But under the influence of this sound and the rapid speed of the bone spurs, Lorenzo’s defense was full of holes. The bone spurs scratched his body and penetrated his arms until one of them pierced his waist and abdomen, and then slammed Lorenzo heavily. Throwing it out, it smashed heavily on the stone pillar in the distance.

   fell to the ground, Lorenzo vomited bright red, and when he looked from a distance, he could see the true meaning of the bone spurs.

They are not bone spurs protruding from the ground, but one after another slender and sharp tentacles. The slender ends are like the stabbing sword held high by the swordsman, and the blade is swaying slightly, like a python searching in the dense forest. With the prey, their ends stretched into the deepest part of the scarlet lair, and there was a dense drumbeat and a sharp roar.

Before Lorenzo got up, another loud bang sounded, but not in the front, but behind him. Lorenzo looked there and saw that the road where a few people had just come down was blocked by the rising stone wall. It was quiet. The only exit of the Stagnation Temple is now tightly sealed and turned into a cage.

   "So... are we in a trap?"

  Lorenzo complained, the situation now looks really bad, they were hit like this before seeing the enemy's true face.

The flame bearer has not fallen yet. Thanks to the body of steel, it can resist more hacking, but it is only barely enough. One after another huge cracks appear on the body, and the armor is shattered and turned into metal. The fragments scattered all over the ground.

  It is like a giant eaten by maggots, almost falling down.

  Lawrence disappeared, but Lorenzo could vaguely hear the footsteps echoing in the darkness.

He is a cunning fox, with fireworks convolving and sweeping the battlefield. He also hid in the shadows under the protection of strong light. He did not do anything to the attacked Lorenzo and the flame bearer. It means to help.

Lorenzo knew what he was thinking. In Lawrence's view, he and the flameholder were just tools for trial and error. This cunning fox would hide in the shadows, watching himself fight the enemy, every drop of blood he shed. , Will become Lawrence’s experience against the enemy.

  Although the purpose is the same, Lorenzo really doesn't like this feeling of being used faintly.

   Holding both swords, Lorenzo took a deep breath, Watson did not respond to his call, Lawrence also hid in the shadows, the current **** scene, it seems that he can only survive on his own.

Thinking about this, the flame bearer in front waved his arms, and thousands of sword-like iron feathers covered its torso, sheltering it under this hard shield. The defense this time was very effective. Bone spurs slammed, but It was just a splash of fire, and then it was bounced away by the bent iron feathers.

  Lorenzo was about to go to the rescue, at the same time the old voice sounded.

  "Don't move, don't touch the thread!"

  Lawrence's reminder sounded in the darkness. Lorenzo didn't know his location, but he understood his meaning in the first place.

  The scarlet silk thread scattered throughout the Temple of Silence is the enemy’s "tentacles". It is like a spider, entrenched in the core of the spider web, feeling the fluctuations from the silk thread, and hunting down the few people who fall into the trap.

  Lorenzo's figure stiffened, but fortunately, he had enough control over his body, and the feet that were about to fall were retracted, avoiding the scarlet silk thread.

  But at this moment Lorenzo felt a billowing heat wave coming from behind, as if something was breathing behind him, its chest was hot lava, and every breath was red with scarlet light.

Suddenly Lorenzo realized something. I don’t know when, that sharp roar and drum-like heartbeat disappeared. Only the high temperature hitting behind him was left. The temperature became hotter and hotter, and Lorenzo baked Lorenzo. There was a tingling pain in his skin.

   Strong light erupted from behind Lorenzo, pulling his shadow long and thin.

The gray-blue eyes froze, and then they were engulfed by the blazing fireworks. In an instant, Lorenzo lifted the spiked sword and turned around and slashed. He didn't know what he was about to cut, but only exhausted his entire body. Strength, this sword is enough to open mountains and crack the ground.

  But the opponent’s sword is faster than him.

The nail sword seemed to be cut empty, Lorenzo could not feel any resistance from the hilt, and then he saw a slender silver nail sword inserted into his chest, looking along the sharp edge, he saw When he reached the pale palm holding the blade tightly, a cold iron surface was exposed to the bright light.

  Lawrence?

  This guy betrayed himself after all.

  The old and strong roar shattered Lorenzo's thoughts. For a moment, the darkness swallowed the strong light. An equally sharp spike penetrated the iron face in front of him. It pierced into the head and protruded from the lower jaw.

   "Sene Lotaire! Are you the last enemy!"

  Lawrence stepped on the new pope and pierced another nail sword through his heart from his back, and then pierced it from his chest.

   Hearing Lawrence's words, Lorenzo also realized at this moment that he was wearing a crown of thorns on this cold iron surface.

  The new pope didn’t answer, but gave out a faint laughter full of evil and seductiveness, as if through this laughter, you could see that the abyss that swallowed all the light was constantly rolling in front of your eyes.

  (End of this chapter)