Flesh and metal collided with each other, tearing off large pieces of scarlet and broken iron.
This is just like the battlefield where cavalry clashed a hundred years ago. No one has a way out. They are fighting to the death on this narrow road.
The Original Sin Armor strode forward, and the armor used to shield it from the heavy rain hung down to protect the body like a shield, but soon it became dented and uneven, and then torn into pieces by countless cracks.
The sharp claws hit the armor, splashing with dazzling fire and a harsh crash.
The sound was so sharp that it cut through the eardrum like a sharp knife. Soon, blood overflowed from Gawain's left ear, and then his hearing began to blur, and in the end only calmness remained.
"Ah...ha..."
He was panting heavily, losing the protection of his helmet, and the constant beating rain obscured his sight. Gawain tried hard to open his eyes, but all he saw was blurry.
Neither the enemy nor teammates can be seen clearly, there are only dazzling fires burning.
The big sword lifted the demon up and stirred it vigorously, completely smashing its internal organs and bones. Then the original sin armor grabbed the demon's body, lifted it up with force, and set it up like a shield.
The corpse was soon crushed to pieces by sharp claws, but on this bloody battlefield, the most indispensable thing was the corpse.
Every time Gawain takes a step forward, a large number of corpses fall down. For him, there are weapons stuck on the ground everywhere. He just needs to keep throwing them away and picking them up.
Then at a certain moment, after being crushed for an unknown number of times.
The sharp claws penetrated the corpse and cut off the steel underneath.
Gawain only felt blank for a moment, and then severe pain hit him. The entire left arm of the Original Sin Armor was violently torn off along with the raised body.
It stands to reason that it would not be so fragile, but under this high-intensity battle, no matter how strong the steel is, it becomes scarred.
"Is it tasty?"
Gawain asked expressionlessly.
I saw the demon biting the severed arm of the Original Sin Armor, squeezing it hard, the machine was crushed, and bursts of bright red were squeezed out of it.
Those were the arms that were cut off together.
Gawain had already made such preparations in his mind. After all, he was fighting against demons. It was normal to be missing arms and legs. It was just that he might have been completely numb. His heart did not fluctuate at all.
He then swung his sword and chopped the demon in half.
The twisted metal structure also dented when the arm was cut off, and they penetrated deeply into Gawain's body.
In this case, such an injury is fatal. Even if a doctor is present, Gawain cannot be saved. His body has been firmly locked in the armor, which protects and imprisons him.
Gawain could feel the erosion from the original sin armor. This battlefield full of evil gave it the perfect breeding ground. He could even hear the slight sound of his own flesh being gnawed under the armor...
The strange thing is that Gawain is not afraid.
He waved the sword stubbornly, hoping to make one last contribution before he died from excessive blood loss.
The defense line is regrouped, and then advances. If it encounters a counterattack, it defeats it, and then advances again...
"I will keep my ways..."
The murmur echoed across the battlefield, like a ghost that refused to disperse for a long time.
The scarlet and ferocious figure advanced slowly, only to see that it was completely damaged, with the complex mechanical structure exposed. Broken limbs and flesh were hung on the curved metal, and the broken meat was piled in the gaps, as if entangled by scarlet vines.
The figure moved forward stubbornly, and the mechanical arm turned slowly as if it was rusted to death. It inserted the same broken sword, penetrated the demon's head, and destroyed the heart in the chest together with it.
Everything seemed to be silent, only the monotonous rain was left, and the disturbing roar finally stopped.
The pupils of his eyes were scarlet, filled with a tired soul.
When Gawain came to his senses, the battle seemed to be over.
The broken original sin armor stood on countless corpses. It became in pieces, with all the armor stripped off, and the broken cables hanging down, like internal organs shriveled by blood loss.
It should have fallen, but it still held on to the broken sword, like an iron statue, and did not fall down no matter what.
"finished?"
Gawain asked in a low voice, but no one responded to his question, and even the enemies stopped roaring.
He turned his head in confusion, and in his blurred vision, he saw staggered corpses, both human and demonic.
Gawain also saw Anonymous, who had been talking to him before, leaning against the wall and lying in the corner, holding a bloody folding knife in his arms.
Anonymous seemed to be resting, his expression was very calm, and if he hadn't seen the huge wound on his chest, Gawain would have thought he was sleeping.
Gawain was not sad. Excessive blood loss had made it difficult for him to continue thinking about complicated things. He could not even drive the Original Sin Armor.
Now this armor has reached its limit. The roaring and rotating engine stopped not long ago, leaving only a faint steam flowing out, as if the soul is escaping from this body.
A shadow enveloped him, and the heavy rain was also blocked. Gawain saw the ferocious armor close in front of him, and the gaps in the steel were burning with a blazing white light.
"Holmes?" Gawain asked, then showed an ugly smile, "You are late, it seems that it is over here."
The flame bearer nodded and galloped over. It had already seen the whole battlefield from a high altitude.
The scarlet color of blood spread across the entire street, and corpses piled up high walls. Gawain not only regained the defense line, but even pushed it back a lot, and even all the demons were crushed under the steel and sank.
In the water.
【Sorry, I'm late.】
The voice rang in Gawain's mind. The Flame Bearer was already very fast, but after all, it was just an armor of original sin. There were very few things it could do.
"Sorry for what? Sorry you couldn't come to save us?"
After hearing this, Gawain said disdainfully.
"Who do you think you are, Holmes, the savior?"
Gawain was in a very embarrassed state, but he was still arrogant. He had always been such a person, just like falling in the mud, he had to stand up.
The flame bearer did not speak, and there was no expression on the steel faceplate. It spread out its rugged wings, and the wings were like a dense forest of swords, shielding the heavy rain and strong wind.
"Don't put these irrelevant responsibilities on yourself, Holmes, we don't need you to save us, we are soldiers, soldiers!"
Gawain said stubbornly.
"There is no god or demon, there are only humans. The only thing humans can rely on is humans themselves."
Gawain's eyes dimmed. He hadn't felt like this for a long time. He just felt very relaxed and relieved.
"It does not mean that without Holmes's rescue, human dignity cannot continue."
【I...I know.】
This answer sounded in his mind, and Gawain smiled.
"Yes, that's it. You are also a human being, a soldier, not a savior. You can't save everyone."
Gawain wanted to stretch out his hand, but his remaining right arm had been completely mixed with the metal, making him unable to move.
"It's not about one man saving the world, Lorenzo Holmes."
These were Gawain's last words. His eyes completely dimmed and merged with the heavy rain.
The flame bearer watched for a long time, his eyes sweeping across the scarlet battlefield. Countless nameless corpses fell here. They were all soldiers and saviors.
The fireworks rolled, and the next moment the flame bearer's tail fins ignited a raging fire, the fuel tank burned, pushing it up hard, and the wings spread out as much as possible, like a pair of sliding swords.
The Flame Bearer has no extra time to mourn for Gawain. The battle here is over, but it does not mean that it is over in other places.
It can sense the surging erosion, and now they are like points of light, clearly reflected in front of the eyes.
Getting hotter and hotter.
As if there is an invisible storm gathering, it does not conceal its existence and sends an invitation to the flame bearer.
【Goodbye, Gawain.】
The voice echoed in the silent mind, and the flame bearer passed over the towering statue-like corpses and walked towards the center of the storm.
…
"It's such a happy reunion between husband and wife."
In the refuge hall, Oscar sat in the corner, watching the reunion of Buscaro and his wife and daughter from a distance. Perhaps after beheading a few demons, this guy really made a change, and he seemed more than usual.
Much more confident.
Courage, confidence, and decisiveness. From the perspective of Buscaro's wife, this bald guy with a beer belly seemed to be alive again.
newborn.
For Buscaro, this was indeed a new life. Thinking back carefully, he didn't think anyone's experience would be as bizarre as his own.
"Are you envious?"
Eve asked as she leaned on the other side. She was also very tired and just hoped that she could gather enough strength before the next unexpected incident came.
"Do you think I would envy such a thing?"
As if trying to hide something, Oscar's voice became louder.
Eve stared at him intently.
"Okay, okay, okay, people are always obsessed with things they don't have."
Oscar waved his hand and sent the girl away quickly.
"Then why do you say this is a tomb or something?"
Eve is very curious. She thinks Oscar is a very interesting person, so interesting that people can't help but want to get to know him.
"If you can't get it, but you're greedy for it, you can only lie to yourself. It's not a good thing."
Oscar said calmly.
Picking up the mottled long sword, he rolled up the damp cuffs and rubbed the blade vigorously, trying to remove the stains on it.
"It looks like Buscaro's story ends here."
Oscar looked a little melancholy,
"What's wrong?" Eve asked.
"Don't you think his current state is very similar to the ending of the story? The unlucky man finally returned to his family after going through many dangers, enjoying peace under the heavy rain..."
Oscar muttered and stood up with difficulty holding his long sword.
"This is a good story, so just end it here. Only a bad author would think of writing a sequel to it."
Oscar turned his head, looked at Eve, and said to her.
"We should go."
In the distance, Sa Liang Xi and Rhodes had been waiting for a long time. After simple preparations, Sa Liang Xi was fully armed again. She was holding a folding knife and looked eager to try.
Eve passed through the crowd, and before walking out of the hall, she took a distant look.
Buscaro's figure had become blurry. Among the people walking through, she saw the busy Pres. He had no time to ask Eve about various things. As the war burned, he nervously maintained order.
"Indeed, it's not bad."
Eve said as she and others left the hall.
Buscaro among the crowd woke up from his ecstasy. He was holding his child and talking to his wife. He really wanted to talk to her about the thrilling stories along the way and introduce to her some of his own things.
Weird friends.
But when Buscaro turned around, he found that there was no one there, as if he had never been there.
…
"Now that the demon has not pushed over, I can understand that Gawain has held the line of defense?"
Eve stood in the shadows, avoiding the heavy rain.
It can be seen that there are still rioters walking towards the front line continuously, but at some point in the front, there is no sound of artillery fire, as if the fighting has stopped.
"I don't know, the communication is still being interfered with."
Sa Liangxi knocked on the communicator hard, but there was still noisy sound inside, and no one responded.
"Then what should we do? Hide here, or..."
Rhodes asked tentatively. Among the few people, he had the least say and was also the weakest mortal. However, due to his work and the requirements of Sa Liangxi, he had to go through life and death with these people.
This feeling was terrible. Rhodes never thought that he would have such an experience in his life.
"Maybe...do you feel it?"
Oscar was about to say something, but he was keenly aware of something, that feeling of disgust coming from the depths of his soul.
He looked nervous, grabbed the long sword, and tried to slash, but Oscar could not find any trace of the enemy.
Not only him, but others also felt the same feeling at the moment when Oscar spoke, that of being pulled by something, it stretched out its fangs and claws, trying to pull the soul away from the cowardly body.
"A demon?"
Eve asked, this situation is not unexpected. No matter how tight the defense line is, there will still be monsters who can get through by chance in the fierce battle.
"No...it's something worse than a demon."
Sa Liangxi realized the problem. She looked under the rain and fog, and saw a riot suppressor walking slowly towards here. He was obviously a protector, but at this moment, everyone could detect the darkness hidden under the armor.
The rioters raised their guns towards them.
"It's Luo..."
Sa Liangxi yelled, but before she could finish her words, a more explosive voice covered her words.
I only felt a scorching stream of fire passing by. Amidst the roaring sound, an iron feather with fireworks hit the riot suppressor and penetrated directly through its gun-holding arm. The next moment, the flame holder fell from the sky, and the sharp iron feather
The cross slashes are like a thousand swung sharp blades.
【Yo! Holmes.】
The strange sound echoed in everyone's ears.
[I originally wanted to defeat your core in one fell swoop, but ah, I still want to meet you first.]
Scarlet flesh overflowed from under the Riot Suppressor's armor, growing wildly like a vine, and in the blink of an eye it entangled the Flame Bearer's iron feathers.
【After all, you are carrying it.】
At the end of the storm, Roger's eyes turned into blazing white flames. He strode towards the fully armed mechanical institute. At the same time, he controlled his body and waved his sword towards the flame bearer.
Under the same rain and fog, Lorenzo was sitting in the shadows, with pure white pupils in his eyes, a ferocious expression, and holding "The Final Echo" tightly in his hand.
Shao Liangye stood guarding him and looked at him with some worry.