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Chapter 77 Burial

A layer of antimemes was detonated, setting off a storm of forgetfulness in the underground of old Dunling. They spread and penetrated into every gap, hunting every inch of shadow.

The scattered demons had no ability to resist. They lost consciousness under the bombardment and collapsed into pieces of flesh like corpses. The impact continued upward until the restraints were broken and the burning mechanical hospital was also placed under liquidation.

"Zuo Zhen is dead, and the second trigger was also pulled."

On top of the Dunling Tower, Watson was in charge of the battle, and everything was progressing as planned.

The long war made Roger lose his patience, and a series of antimemetic attacks caused his sanity to gradually collapse, and he was even swallowed up by disorder.

This is one of the odds. The Unspeakable itself is disorder and chaos. The so-called reason is going against it. It will give Roger strength, but it will also make Roger fall into a trap.

Zuo Zhen's death is a signal. The person who guarded the door is now dead. This also means that Roger has completely fallen into a trap and entered death row.

"Then you can fight back now."

Watson murmured to himself, and under the gray iron mask, in the deep darkness, a blazing sun slowly rose.

The erosion is expanding, like a hurricane, with the Dunling Tower as the center, continuously spreading to the surroundings, and in Watson's sight, one after another light pillars rise, they are scattered everywhere in the old Dunling, from the silence

wake up.

【The counterattack begins.】

The sound echoed in the [gap], dispersed into the rising tide, and was swallowed up by the rolling waves.

One second, two seconds...

Soon the sky was filled with flames.

Shrike was still on the front line, killing the monsters endlessly. Although Lorenzo relieved him a lot of pressure, the monsters seemed to be endless, and soon they pressed up again, making it hard to breathe.

Under the high-intensity battle, many problems appeared in the Original Sin Armor, but there was no safe zone here for Shrike to prepare.

At this difficult moment, Shrike seemed to hear something. A soft whisper came into his ears clearly and clearly.

It was the same as an auditory hallucination, but for some reason, he instinctively felt the difference in the sound. Looking at the others, they also stood there blankly, as if everyone had heard such a sound.

When he was distracted, a demon rushed over. Shrike broke out in a cold sweat. He tried to fight back, but it was obviously too late.

A stream of fire passed by, shattering the onrushing demon into countless pieces of charred flesh, which fell into the stagnant water.

The shrike looked fearfully towards the direction where the fire was coming. After the fireworks, in the hazy rain and fog, a dark crowd walked out from the end of the street.

They paid no attention to the piles of corpses and original sin armors. They were silent and efficient. Some were firing at the demons, while others were holding flamethrowers to burn the piles of corpses.

Heavy breathing echoed, and gray figures appeared in front of us one after another. They were like silent gods of death, passing silently across the battlefield.

Everyone was staring at them. They had never seen such soldiers before, but soon, as they saw the appearance of the incoming man, the antimeme that enveloped them was triggered, spitting out the buried memories.

Since before the start of the plan, a large amount of antimemetic material has been thrown into the Pillar of the Forge, affecting everyone and stripping away the existence of this army. Now Roger has completely fallen into the trap, and the plan has arrived.

In the end, there was no risk of leakage, so they all went out to fight the final war.

"Qing... scavenger."

Shrike muttered to himself, this was a strange word, but as memories emerged, this strange word became familiar, and then frightening.

The glow penetrated into the visor and stung Shrike's eyes. He dodged for a moment and then looked in the direction of the light.

It was a familiar scene. The shrike could vaguely hear the sound of wind and snow, and still remembered that he had witnessed such magnificence a long time ago.

Countless rays of light fell from the dome, as if the heaven above it collapsed, and fireworks and debris like stars fell towards the earth.

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

Arthur grabbed the communicator and urged loudly.

On the outskirts of Old Dunling, as the second trigger was triggered, Roger had stepped into the trap, and the deus ex machina battle began. The Ascalon on the armed train kept firing, and all the Cai Gongs were in the shadows.

After being dispatched, a large number of troops suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and more were being dispatched following the vertical passage in the Land of Sorrow.

"Correction coordinates...fire!"

There are constant voices like this on the channel.

Some people sat aside blankly, their eyes dull, but after a few seconds, they woke up and brought accurate data to correct the artillery bombardment.

The huge erosion even spread here in the blink of an eye. Watson used himself as the hub to connect everyone in the storm of erosion and command the battlefield.

The situation on the battlefield was under control in an instant, and Roger had no ability to escape at this moment. The old Dun Ling turned into a cage, locking him tightly here, and a high concentration of antimeme shrouded it.

This is like a huge field.

Countless streams of fire came carrying the stars, tearing apart the heavy rainstorm, accurately hitting the gathering demon group, and instantly defeated the gathering demon tide. Thousands of corpses splashed high, and the pieces of flesh and blood were burned.

It turned into ash and turned into heavy gray snow, but was quickly wiped away by heavy rain.

During the bombardment, the scavengers and Cai Gong who came out of the darkness eradicated the stray demons and cleaned the battlefield together.

Perhaps because they had witnessed the cruelty in the dark for too long, their actions were efficient and decisive, and they just wanted to end this seemingly endless nightmare as soon as possible.

“Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your staff and your staff comfort me.”

The robin watched the fire falling from the sky and murmured softly.

"Stop calling your gods, robin, not even gods can do anything."

Arthur said with a slight disdain that there are no gods in this world, but there are real monsters, which is terrible no matter how you think about it.

"Of course I know, but I still can't help but comfort myself like this."

Robin said helplessly, watching the rising fire ahead.

The sound of Ascalon's shelling was like thunder, and every time it was discharged, it brought violent vibrations, as if the whole world was collapsing under the gunfire.

"It feels so bad to be back in hell."

This is such a brilliant scene, but within the beauty is the ultimate destruction.

Even though it is so far away from the old Dunling, everyone can still clearly see its trajectory, running towards the depths of the clouds and illuminating all the darkness.

Flowing fire comes from all directions, raining down judgment on the world.

In the countryside far away from the artillery fire positions, all important personnel and documents were secretly evacuated from Old Dunling under the action of the scavengers, so as not to attract Roger's attention.

Some people sacrificed themselves and became bait, while others survived and prepared to rebuild tall buildings on the ruins.

The survivors were also busy. While they were busy, some couldn't help but stop and look into the distance, watching the intertwining fire and storm.

Nicholas looked to the side corner, where the girl was looking in the direction of Jiu Dunling, with a hint of sadness in her indifferent expression.

The two had a not-so-good meeting in the train before. Nicholas noticed her changes and walked over and asked.

"What's wrong?"

Seliu was silent for a while without looking away.

"There are still a lot of people left there."

After listening to her words, Nicholas also fell into silence. He looked at Seleu, and he remembered the slightly funny, paralyzed face in his memory at the end of the communication.

"Yes, it seems you have friends staying there too," Nicholas said.

"Well, a lot of people are going to die."

Seleu looked extremely sad.

"How long will this kind of sacrifice last?"

No one gave her an answer, and few people even looked at her. Everyone was running around holding files and equipment to transport them to the next train.

It's like an escape. They have to flee as far away as possible from Old Dunling. This was once their fortress, but now it's just a vortex of death.

In the center of the vortex, Eve and Sa Liangxi were moving quickly. Rhodes ran a little slowly and kept a distance from them. However, the two maintained a perfect tacit understanding. They would not completely leave Rhodes behind.

Virtue will not give up and stop in the rain.

Chaotic sounds echoed in their ears, both of them looked sad, and then looked at each other.

"You... heard it, right?"

Sa Liangxi's expression was slightly frightened. As Watson's voice sounded in her mind, she vaguely felt that something was about to crawl out of the shadows.

Those memories that come flooding back.

"The voice from [the gap], there is another sublimated person hidden in this old Dunling."

Eve was keenly aware of the problem, and like Sarakei, she gradually remembered something as the voice sounded.

"This...this is the trigger, the trigger that triggers."

Sa Liangxi's pace gradually slowed down, a large number of memories emerged, and forgotten scenes kept flashing in his mind.

Then the body started to tremble.

Eve looked at her and saw that this girl, who had always been nervous, had sadness on her face at the moment.

Maybe it's because the two of them haven't been together for a long time, and Eve hasn't really gotten to know Sagara Kei, or maybe it's because Sa Liangxi usually makes too strong an impression on others, so seeing her now makes her feel a little uncomfortable.

"He...he's dead."

Sa Liangxi murmured to himself.

In that secret military port, in that unrecorded meeting.

Many faces flashed through Sa Liangxi's mind, and finally stopped at the last one.

He slowly walked down the carriage, with a decadent look on his face, as well as the madness lurking in the shadows, and another consciousness in his body.

That was the first time Sera Kei met the man named "Lorenzo Holmes". It was also at that time that he formulated this double plan, and under his plan, someone's end had already been

Destined.

"The first is deception. We must not be exposed to Roger's sight."

"Then comes the restraints. With Roger's ability, it would be too easy for him to escape. We need to have enough victims to constantly tempt him to attack, affect his sanity, and make him crazy and lose judgment until he is tightly held by us.

catch."

The man was talking to himself, his face was expressionless, and he put everyone's lives on the gambling table like a bargaining chip.

"But this is still not enough."

He finally said this.

"These are just prerequisites. In the final decisive battle, we still have no absolute chance of winning.

We need to consume Roger, continue to consume him, and weaken his strength... As for the final fatal blow, you can leave it to me."

This was a huge gamble, using countless deaths to fight against the nihilistic chance of victory. At that time, Sa Liangxi felt that there might be something wrong with these Westerners' minds. They were here to help, but not to die.

And then...then he stood up.

"Perhaps we can optimize it. Bait and consumption can actually overlap."

The hazy fog dissipated, and Zuo Zhen sat at the front with a kind face.

"Young people have a bright future. It's better to leave this kind of thing to the old guys."

Sa Liangxi clenched the folding knife, her voice was slightly trembling. She had never shown such emotions in her previous fights with demons.

"Teacher, he...he is dead."

Zuo Zhen's death was the trigger for the counterattack, which also meant that when Sa Liangxi...all the participants in that meeting remembered this plan, Zuo Zhen was already dead.

"How are you?"

Eve stretched out her hand and tried to touch the Sarang River, but it stopped in mid-air.

Sa Liangxi raised his head, the sadness on his face was no longer there, but instead there was a chilling coldness.

She is very sensible, and as an anonymous person, this is the professional quality she should have.

He took deep breaths repeatedly to calm down his restless mood, and then Saeryangxi said.

"Nothing, let's continue."

She returned to calmness, as if she had forgotten everything just now.

"Deceive the enemy, deceive yourself."

Sa Liangxi said coldly, and then showed a helpless smile.

"That's crazy, Holmes."

It's a sad and terrible plan, but fortunately, it seems to actually tear out some stars in the darkness.

It's a pity that Lorenzo couldn't hear her praise. Under the heavy rain, the armed iron snake advanced at high speed and headed towards the mechanical yard.

Watson stood high above the chessboard, controlling everything. She watched Lorenzo's progress, her eyes passed along the road, and finally stopped on the burning ruins. At this moment, in the deepest part of the darkness, monsters were fighting.

.

The successive impacts of the [River of Forgetfulness] forced a monster like Roger to shed blood. As his thoughts were in agony, he was swallowed by the collapse and fell deeper into the darkness.

The bottom of sorrow.

In this endless darkness, Roger was falling. It only took a few seconds for him to stand up again, but the monster hiding in the darkness was not prepared to give him such a chance.

The monster escaped the preset [River of Forgetfulness] and dragged Roger into death row at this critical moment.

He swung the cold nail sword and sent his head into Roger's heart. At the same time, the blazing storm rolled up, and his consciousness hit Roger's "gap", trying to follow the path left by the "River of Forgetfulness".

The injury completely defeated Roger's [Gap].

"Adren..."

Roger roared, while the monster wielding the sword smiled.

"This is a good place to be buried, Roger."


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