"Some demons that shouldn't have appeared have appeared, Shao Liangye."
Lorenzo and Shao Liangye walked quickly in the heavy rain, wearing raincoats on their bodies. In the thick water vapor, they were like two dark ghosts, wandering between the cities.
"What are you referring to?" Shao Liangye asked.
"Those demons who have gained power."
"Acquire...power?"
"Yes, to be precise, they are demons that have gained power from the darkness and manifested it. You can think of them as out-of-control demon hunters," Lorenzo said and recalled, "I have never encountered such demons.
Not many have arrived, but each one is very tricky.”
Burning demons, demons wearing iron armor, almost immortal demons...
Lorenzo suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He had read the report later produced by Montenegro Hospital. In that nearly endless storm, the purification agency encountered such a monster.
It can be known from the autopsy that those were demon hunters who were injected with an excessive amount of secret blood by the epidemic doctor, causing them to go crazy. However, it is not like Lorenzo has never encountered similar native demons.
"The so-called demons are actually mortals who have been 'distorted' by 'sublimation'. They were overwhelmed by the information containing 'sublimation', and their bodies were also distorted, and they gained the power of madness in the madness.
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"But don't put too much pressure on them. Just think of them as more powerful monsters."
Lorenzo said this, but his palm was close to the hilt of the sword. As long as there was a slight movement, he could take out the nail sword from the sword bag.
Shao Liangye held a folding knife in his hand and wore red light armor under his raincoat. He followed Lorenzo and held a shotgun in his other hand.
He looked down at the shotgun from time to time and asked with some surprise.
"Is it really okay to leave it to me?"
"What's wrong with this? I don't have much use for it anyway," Lorenzo said without looking back.
"You said this gun is of great significance." Shao Liangye said.
"Yes, but no matter how significant it is, this gun is no longer what it was originally," Lorenzo said. "It has been damaged, and what you see now is just a simple thought."
"It's just a carrier of thoughts. If it breaks, just make another one. I just hope that the craftsman can survive this rainstorm."
Lorenzo looked relaxed and cracked jokes that were not funny.
"And this is a gun, Shao Liangye. This is not a handicraft. It is more suitable for killing enemies than hanging on the wall."
Shao Liangye didn't respond, his fingers gently brushed over the small words, and he held Winchester tightly.
This is a slightly strange feeling. The Winchester was well preserved, just like a new gun, but after being engraved with that little poem, the gun seemed extremely heavy and old. I don’t know what it has been through.
How much wind and rain.
"Besides, if its original owner knew about it, he probably wanted the gun to continue to experience wars instead of gathering dust in a corner."
Hearing what Lorenzo said, Shao Liangye took his mind away from the firearm. He could only see Lorenzo's back and was not sure what his expression was now.
He had asked Lorenzo similar questions before. He was curious about who the original owner of the gun was, but Lorenzo did not give a formal answer and only said that it was his friend.
Just like a nightmare that he doesn't want to mention, that secret story, Lorenzo doesn't want to tell it. This story may accompany Lorenzo to death.
A strange smile appeared on his stern face. Even in such a dangerous situation, Lorenzo still couldn't control his unceasing nerves.
If you were to tell the story of 047, what would you say?
Lorenzo was often troubled by this.
I can’t say, hello everyone, what you are seeing now is the body of 047...047. I am the ghost who has resurrected on his body. You can call me Lorenzo Holmes, or 042, right?
No matter how you think about it, it's all nonsense. Sometimes Lorenzo himself can't figure out the relationship between them, so he simply gives up thinking.
But looking at it this way, I really look like a ghost.
Like a resurrected corpse.
"The intensity of erosion is increasing rapidly."
Shao Liangye suddenly said that as an anonymous person, he was protected by multiple antimemes, and he was extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of erosion.
"Well, it looks like we are very close."
Lorenzo also looked into the depths of the rain and fog, and could already hear the thunderous gunshots and the roars of wild beasts.
"Are you afraid? Shao Liangye." Lorenzo suddenly asked.
"I am Anonymous, this is my responsibility."
Shao Liangye responded calmly, and he and Lorenzo walked side by side.
Lorenzo smiled and said nothing more. He calmed down the emotions on his face and became cold, as if he was wearing a steel mask.
In an instant, invisible power spread from the front. It was a force that hit the soul directly. There was no light or heat, nor thunder or lightning. It was released in an instant, shaking everything.
Thousands of raindrops stagnated, and then were deflected from their direction, and the water under their feet continued to ripple, as if it was boiling.
The erosion reached the threshold, detonating the antimemetic weapon, and invisible waves passed over Lorenzo and Shao Liangye.
Needless to say, the two of them started running towards the source of the explosion.
…
Night Owl looked at the sky slightly dullly. Through the narrow gap, he could clearly see the sky covered with dark clouds. It was so gloomy that only the raging thunder was left.
The stench of blood lingered at the tip of his nose, followed by the coldness on his body. He could feel the wash of rainwater, which repeatedly washed him away, washing away the blood and taking away the warmth.
Night Owl hates this kind of scene, to be precise, fighting in heavy rain, because it always reminds him of that terrifying day.
It was also under the same weather, and the enemy was also the same monster. Ye Xiao remembered that he almost died there, leaving only mortals struggling in endless despair.
After that, he lay in the hospital for a long time, feeling a little bit shadowy in his heart. As a result, at this terrible moment, he encountered these terrible things again.
"Ah... I really want to lie down like this forever..."
Night Owl's consciousness was a little blurry, and he spoke with some anticipation.
After the antimemetic weapon was detonated, it not only affected the demons, but also affected these mortals to some extent. Night Owl felt that his consciousness became extremely heavy, but soon the noisy shouts called him back, and the vision in front of him began to slow down.
rise slowly.
The riot suppressor crossed the scarlet water, picked up the fallen Sword Dancer, and pushed it up with great effort.
"hold onto!"
The cry of the rioter rang in Night Owl's ears, but before Night Owl could respond, a jet of fire hit the rioter, and the fireworks burned its armor to gray black, followed by sharp claws.
He chopped hard on it, leaving a huge dent.
Dense mechanical structures can be seen in the dents, just like cutting open the flesh and taking out the internal organs. Countless wires and metal parts were pulled out. The rioters roared and opened fire, but the fire was quickly suppressed.
, the sharp claws penetrated the interior along the gap, and the roaring sound also stopped.
Night Owl's eyes were a little dull. He could clearly see the blood seeping out of the armor through the gaps in his visor. The heavy rain passed by, and the blood was quickly washed away and melted into the blood under his feet.
"damn it!"
The Night Owl roared, and the scarred Sword Dancer struggled to get up. It swung its heavy swords and slammed them at the demon. Like cutting fish on a chopping board, the Sword Dancer whirled around it and slashed.
The heavy sword blade easily sank into the demon's flesh and blood, cutting off the muscles and bones together. Under the fierce attack of the sword dancer, this did not require any precise operation. It was just a simple venting of anger that cut the demon into pieces.
.
The body collapsed piece by piece, turning into countless fragments and falling into the blood.
The sword dancer tried to continue moving, but another stream of fire emerged from the front, and the demon was burning. It was like a fort, with its membrane bulging and swallowing fire.
After absorbing Roger's secret blood, the demons were further "distorted", just like the evil ghosts wandering in the Black Mountain Hospital, exuding deadly evil aura.
Night Owl tried his best to avoid the flowing fire, but the high temperature passing by was still scorching, the water vapor evaporated, and the inside of the armor became very hot.
"Careful! Night Owl!"
A warning sound sounded, and another stream of fire was released from behind the sword dancer.
The Forged Spear rotated forward, cracked in mid-air, and turned into thousands of red-hot metals. Like shotguns, it turned into a dense barrage, dispelling the rain and mist, and burned and killed the demons behind the rain and mist.
The weapon master walked quickly, and it picked up the armor and fire blunderbuss, and kept firing as it advanced. The scorching fire continued to drive the demon back.
Shrike gritted his teeth. He had not experienced such a high-intensity battle for a long time since his trip to the Silent Sea. Everywhere he saw were monsters, including those that had been strengthened and had powerful qualities.
, several times more difficult to fight than ordinary monsters.
"The next round of bombardment is about to begin! Retreat!"
Shrike roared, and the weapon master opened fire continuously, covering the sword dancer's retreat.
After fighting hard, the water on the ground has completely turned into blood red, with the remains of demons and fallen original sin armor floating in it. They are like dead statues, piled together with flesh and blood, and have become what they are today.
's position.
The surrounding buildings were also completely destroyed, the streets were devastated, and the citizens were evacuated to nearby outposts. What the Shrike was guarding now was the way forward. Once these monsters were allowed to conquer, tragedy would follow.
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Taking a deep breath, Shrike pressed the button and injected Florund's medicine along the buried needle. He told himself that it was no big deal, it was just another battle.
Shrike has experienced many near-desperate battles in his life, probably because of the mockery of fate. Every time he thought he might not survive, he would somehow survive, and then faced even greater despair.
Just like it was destined to happen.
Shrike smiled. If such a pattern really existed, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad, to regard it as a blessing or a curse.
In the rear position, the heavy Ufu Tu stood there. These armors from Jiuxia were much heavier than the original sin armors. They were clumsy, but full of firepower.
The roar of cannons sounded, and dozens of firelights were seen rising into the sky, and then falling with thousands of raging fires.
The roaring explosions continued. After being protected by antimemes and holy silver, every piece of metal fragments carried a fatal threat. They shattered into a metal storm, repeatedly cutting the demon's body, like mowing grass.
In the blink of an eye, a large number of demons were defeated.
Some of the fallen flesh and blood still survived. The iron armor they wore had a smooth surface and was as bright as a mirror. It was both protection and a sharp blade.
Shrike's expression was heavy. These demons wearing iron armor are much more troublesome than other enhanced demons. Whether it is fierce fire or high-speed self-healing, these demons can be suppressed by firepower. But these demons in iron armor are different. Most of them are in armor.
No attack could break through its iron armor.
Suddenly thinking of Lorenzo, Shrike vaguely understood why Lorenzo was so vicious when he chopped down demons. Protected by such armor, he was like a butcher who couldn't resist, harvesting lives one after another.
"Focus on them!"
The shrike gave the orders.
These armored monsters are extremely difficult to deal with. Once they are allowed to advance, it will be difficult for the Shrike to regain his position from their hands.
The artillery fire roared, countless projectiles slammed into the ground, the solid roads were smashed into deep craters of different sizes, some damaged pipes, water surged, and the entire ground began to collapse downwards and collapse.
Anonymous people walked among the original sin armors with weapons in hand. They dealt with the demons who were still alive and gave them the final blow. The gunfire was not violent, but every knock would crush a head.
Heavy footsteps sounded, and the armored demons launched a charge. The projectiles hit them, but failed to stop their progress. Instead, they were bounced away, splashing countless sparks.
With this group of demons attracting firepower, the other demons followed behind them, and the fire flow continued to overflow, launching another offensive towards the position.
"Nite Owl! Wake up!"
Shrike urged, but due to the continuous battles and the shadow of his past soul, Night Owl's movements had become obviously slow.
The pace of the Sword Dancer began to slow down, and all the fuel tanks on its body had been destroyed in the first round of battle. The weapon master stopped abruptly, and it took out the last armor and fire gun from the weapon rack.
"put!"
Shrike ordered, and at this moment, the buildings on both sides of the street were blasted, revealing two huge oil tanks. As the wall collapsed, they rolled down from the rooftop, and fell hard to the blood in the middle of the road.
in water.
The weapon master raised his hand straightly, staring at the distance between himself and the demon.
Getting closer, getting closer...
Pull the trigger.
The dazzling stream of fire was fired, sweeping across the water below at extremely fast speeds, bringing up fleeting mist.
Red-hot metal fragments were nailed into the surface of the oil tank. Soon after, a roaring explosion sounded, and the dazzling firelight took away everyone's sight, leaving only a rolling white glow in front of them.