The battle is finally over, this long, almost endless, nightmarish...
Lorenzo's eyes were slightly dull, and the successive antimemes had a considerable impact on him. The withered power crawled on his body, eating away at his body and will like a colony of ants.
But the severe pain did not make Lorenzo scream, probably because he had no strength left to scream.
He moved his body slowly, then leaned against the corner of the ruins and sat down.
The flesh and blood on the body wriggled with difficulty, trying to heal the wounds, but the wounds often broke again not long after they healed.
Under the high-intensity fierce battle, even with the protection of the flame bearer, Lorenzo became covered with bruises. After a long time, he probably recovered, breathing in and out with big mouthfuls, feeling the reality of life, and the severe pain continued to hit him.
Come, tell him this is not a dream, but reality.
He won.
"It's finally over, Adren...and Roger."
Lorenzo murmured in a low voice, looking at the corpse that had become as gray as plaster and was constantly collapsing.
The scattered dust fell into the dark red water and quickly melted and disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Lorenzo smiled, celebrating their deaths and the release from their dark fate.
The two ghosts, who had been chasing and fighting for an unknown amount of time, finally found their long-lost rest today. Lorenzo guessed that whether it was Edlen or Roger, they both seemed to have a desire to die in the end, hoping that someone would come.
Deny everything about them and let the angry souls calm down.
With this thought in mind, he leaned his body gently against the bricks behind him, tried hard to adjust to a comfortable posture, and looked at the sky, where a piece of golden gold collapsed.
With the death of Roger and Adlon, these two huge sources of erosion surrounding the old Dunling were finally eradicated. The abnormal weather began to weaken and will completely recede soon.
The Iron Curtain where dark clouds gathered kept falling, and the golden sky emerged from behind bit by bit, just like the soil on the mural was peeled off, revealing its original magnificent appearance.
This is a good weather, the sunset is red, it is a beautiful afternoon, the warm sunshine falls, driving away the cold for the wet Lorenzo.
This reminded him of the midsummer long ago, when Lorenzo was like this, lying on the shabby sofa in front of his house and falling asleep as the sun went down.
"It's time for you to rest."
A soft voice sounded next to his ears. Upon hearing this voice, Lorenzo let go of his last vigilance, nodded, closed his eyes deeply, and enjoyed the peace after the war.
Not far away, Watson waded into the water to handle the final battle situation.
This is a plan that will determine the direction of fate, so it must be perfect. If Edlen can't kill Roger, then Lorenzo will take over. If Lorenzo can't, then Watson will appear.
But if possible, Watson didn't want to be exposed so early. Feeling the power of decay rolling through her body, she knew exactly where her battlefield was.
As for now...
A blazing storm rolled up under the mask of steel. With Watson as the source, a new round of erosion storm began to rise. Its speed was very fast, and it spread to the whole city in the blink of an eye. The intensity was extremely high, but the strange thing was
, it didn’t last long, it was like a hurricane.
As the storm arose, the demons covered by it stopped their movements one after another. Their closed [gaps] were invaded in an instant, and then were shattered one by one under Watson's mighty power.
This was an extremely efficient killing. As the [gap] collapsed, countless demons fell on the battlefield and turned into godless corpses, waiting for the soldiers to kill them.
Watson also felt that life was dying in her own hands. As she kept jumping and invading, more and more accumulated debris was mixed in her consciousness, but just like venting her anger, she did not hold back.
Long before the war started, Watson seemed to have done this. She had the power to end all pain, but in order to avoid Roger's sight, she could only hide. Until now, all threats have been eradicated, and she stands here.
Under the sun.
【I...see you.】
A low and evil voice sounded in my mind.
Watson looked at the corner, and in the darkness where the sunlight could not be found, she vaguely saw scarlet eyes opening.
She didn't respond, just let out bursts of chuckles, and then the darkness shattered and was completely replaced by the falling sunlight.
This was expected, and Watson was not surprised by it.
After Edron, Roger, and the Watchers all died, she herself was one of the people left in the world who was closest to the end of sublimation, and the one most likely to become the "path".
"And Lawrence."
Watson whispered.
The plan was perfect, and in order to end it all, it had to be perfect.
Lawrence has long been on the death list. Watson still doesn't know what his condition is, but...no matter what, it is expected.
As for herself, Watson is not worried about herself. Now she is carrying the sharpest secret sword in the world. It is so vicious that even invisible weirdos can be easily killed. The temptation of the Unspeakable is unaffected.
to her.
Kill this person, then kill the other person...to eradicate all threats.
After that... As for what happens next...
Watson thought and looked at the dirty sleeping face in the corner of the ruins.
…
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
In the underground area that was about to turn into ruins, Kestrel screamed while slamming the demon corpses with a folding knife, breaking their bones and twisting the flesh into dirty blood.
He was exhausted, but he still roared and vented his anger.
Gradually, he lost all strength. He threw the crooked folding knife aside, turned his head, and asked Galahad, who was still handling the monster's corpse.
"So, is this the end?"
Kestrel asked weakly.
For him, this was a really bad day. His mood was constantly ups and downs, and his life was flashing back and forth between life and death.
This feeling is worse than facing death. In the face of death, the kestrel can at least die calmly, but in the end it gives you such a glimmer of hope that you struggle with it.
"It should be over."
Galahad was breathing heavily. As a returnee, his body was deeply infected, and high-intensity exercise was a big burden for him.
"You should have heard it too, right? That scream from the soul."
There was an echo of panic on the scarred faces. At a certain moment just now, they all felt the erosion of expansion. It passed by at high speed, bringing the chill of death.
The killing continues, Watson is like an invisible ghost, invading every [gap] captured by her at high speed, completely eradicating all the demons in the old Dunling.
"So that's the signal that the battle is over?" Kestrel leaned aside, "It's really difficult..."
He looked around. There were corpses of monsters everywhere. Almost all the facilities in the underground world were in ruins. Only the furnace pillar was still running, swallowing up a lot of water on the streets and transforming it into antimemes.
The vapor of a substance escapes.
With the death of powerful enemies, the erosion intensity of the entire old Dun Ling is steadily reduced under the action of the Furnace Pillar. It may be a few days, or it may be a few weeks, or a few months, but the old Dun Ling will eventually return.
Normal, like this never happened.
"So can we have a rest?" Kestrel wiped the blood on his face, "I really want to take a long vacation this time."
If given the chance, Kestrel really wants to write an autobiography to accuse these evil-hearted bosses.
He walked over and helped Merlin up. The old man also joined the battle just now, showing everyone what an alchemy sword master is. Unfortunately, Merlin was a little too old, and he seemed to dodge while slashing.
Waist, the whole person leaned to one side, breathing in the cold air.
Probably because the battle was over, Kestrel couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw Merlin's unlucky appearance, until he laughed out loud in the end.
Merlin had a helpless expression. The one who could still laugh under such circumstances was probably a guy like Kestrel.
"They will take you back to the surface."
Galahad waved his hand, and another group of scavengers and Cai Gong came over. They sandwiched the two people in the middle of the team, and opened the door of the elevator in the ruins. The machine was running slowly and swaying.
Several people ascended.
"It's all ruined..."
Galahad turned to look at the ruined underground world.
The Perpetual Pump is very lucky. It was only invaded by demons and no too fierce battle broke out, so the facilities are relatively complete. It is a pity that the Mechanical Institute has now become a ruin, and the furnace pillars in its path are also in ruins.
Suffered partial damage.
But the most serious one is the place where the scavengers are stationed. It is an unknown area that is completely isolated from the sight of outsiders. It has been designated as the battlefield for the decisive battle. Even if you don't go to see it, Galahad knows it.
, that place should have been completely destroyed by Roger and Adren, and because of the battle between the two, the remaining erosion there was like poison that gathered into a river.
This highly poisonous river is hidden underground in the old Dunling. It is not safe no matter how you think about it. Coupled with the war raging outside, this time the demon has really appeared in the eyes of the world.
The more he thought about Galahad, the more headache he felt. As scavengers, this was exactly what they were responsible for, but this time it was much more troublesome than before.
But...it's okay.
As long as this long war can be ended, there will be no need to rebuild these dark underground facilities.
What is in the shadow returns to the shadow.
…
The elevator slowly moved upwards, and the dark vertical lift shaft reverberated with the moist smell of water vapor and blood. Kestrel and Merlin's bodies were also covered in blood, as if they were butchers who had just slaughtered a dozen lambs with heavy bleeding.
"I really didn't expect that I could survive."
Merlin spoke intermittently, trying hard to put on a disturbing smile on his stiff and paralyzed face.
"What? Are you really ready to retire here?" Kestrel asked, "I don't understand you people, all of you have weird ambitions to die... Isn't it good to live?"
Hearing Kestrel's complaints, Merlin only let out bursts of hoarse laughter.
"Kestrel, kestrel."
Merlin whispered Kestrel's name with a feeling of helplessness, which made Kestrel's skin crawl. If he hadn't been Merlin, Kestrel would have been ready to throw him away and stay far away.
"what happened again?"
"Nothing, I just think you are really interesting."
Merlin sincerely appreciated it, but Kestrel didn't want to accept the compliment.
"Okay, okay, don't talk anymore," Kestrel screamed again and again, "Arthur said the same thing last time, and I was beaten to death by him, and I almost died here. You guys are all better than me.
A black heart."
Kestrel opened a chatterbox and complained endlessly. He was like a talk show actor. During the process of ascending the elevator, he complained about the purification agency from weekly working hours to employee benefits.
Merlin kept his stiff smile and didn't refute anything, quietly listening to Kestrel's words.
It was a good complaint, at least he still had a chance to hear it.
The elevator reached the ground, and the door slowly opened, but it got stuck halfway through. Kestrel kicked it open with all his strength, yelling and cursing.
The mechanical yard has been turned into a pile of ruins, with the crumbling dome sheltering the burning flames and rolling molten iron.
Kestrel supported Merlin, passed over the corpses, and bypassed the molten iron that had not yet cooled down. They finally walked out of the broken building and stood in the hazy drizzle.
A brilliant golden light fell.
It is spread evenly on the water all over the ground, as if it is coated with a layer of brilliant gold, the golden earth, the golden water surface, the golden buildings, the golden sky...
Everything becomes brilliant and exudes a lot of brilliance.
"Hey! Merlin, get up and see heaven!"
The kestrel continued to scream, and forcefully helped Merlin upright, allowing the old guy to enjoy the beautiful scenery at this moment.
As if to comfort the world, all the corpses among the dilapidated ruins seemed to have turned into golden sculptures. They closed their eyes tightly and seemed not to be dead, but just fell into an endless sleep.
The golden color was stirred, and in the sparkling light, someone was walking towards here. They were facing the light, and the kestrel could not see their faces clearly.
But soon, they got close enough.
It was the scavengers and Cai Gong. As the final battle was to take place, they quickly rushed here after the battle to control the scene.
Many people did not stop, they passed directly past the kestrel and Merlin and walked into the shadows behind.
"Doctor! Doctor!"
Kestrel shouted, but no one paid attention to him. The fierce battle almost paralyzed the medical system. Doctors now are rarer than living demons.
Then Kestrel noticed something. Among the people walking around, there was a person who did not move. He stood not far away, as if watching Kestrel. Kestrel also looked over, and then saw a slightly unfamiliar but familiar person.
s face.
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"
The kestrel screamed in confusion, crowing like a rooster.
The other person shook his head helplessly, thinking that the reunion would be a touching scene, but he forgot that the other person was a kestrel.
"Long time no see, Kestrel!"
"Joey!"
Kestrel shouted the name of his old friend, then pushed Merlin away, who was in the way. Following the old man's scream, Kestrel waded through the water and trotted over.