Ember’s Gun

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“That… that what the hell is that thing.”

The follower followed closely behind the priest, and he witnessed Lorenzo’s fall with his own eyes, but in the short moment before, Lorenzo had already brought him tremendous pressure.

Under that kind of desperate situation, a power far beyond what ordinary people can do…It’s like flying over a wall. He couldn’t help but think of the monsters who had existed in the church, but according to the cleaning that night, they should die. It’s only right when it’s light.

The priest was silent, and he walked away firmly.

Of course he knew what the followers were suspicious, and he was therefore more vigilant and anxious. There were more hidden monsters in Old Turin than they expected.

The priest did not dare to recall those, he was not even sure of his guess. Once that guess was true and was targeted by that kind of monster, in this entire group…maybe no one could escape this underground, he could only deceive Speed ​​up the pace yourself.

But suddenly a strange voice rang, coming from behind them.

They stopped. The tunnel dug by the bad mouse was not far from the rat nest. Here they could see the things on the high platform. The shooting was just there.

Immediately after a pale stick sword was inserted into the ground from the edge, the man climbed up from under the cliff with the blade of the sword.

He failed to fall into the cistern. When he fell, under the witness of the intelligence dealer and Camou, Lorenzo inserted the sword into the wall, using his powerful force to stabilise himself, and ascended again.

Lorenzo looked at the tunnel, and the people inside the darkness showed a look of fear.

“Hunt…Demon Hunter people?”

The priest whispered somewhat suspiciously. He had also witnessed the core power of the church. Of course he knew that this extraordinary physique would only appear on those monsters, but didn’t expect these monsters to be alive and appear in Old Within Turin.

But what followed was a little joy. Sure enough, they were right. Whether Lorenzo was a Demon Hunter or not, this kind of extraordinary power must have already appeared in Old Turin, and they didn’t get the wrong direction.

“Believer… it’s time to dedicate yourself.”

The priest stepped back slightly, his gaze was like a blade, and he looked at the four-week follower while holding the pistol tightly.

Since the new pope took office, he has carried out a major cleansing of the inside of Evangelion Church. All opponents have been eliminated with cruel and swift means. When they mobilized their forces to fight back, they found that the new pope had controlled everything. Headed by Mikael old cardinal, they fled.

After a long confrontation, this faintly became the first civil war of Evangelion Church, and now they got the news that Lawrence appeared in Irvine with “Revelation”. This is their chance to fight back. Once the new pope takes the lead in getting “Revelation” “They no longer have a chance to fight back, but again, if they retake “Revelation”, then the new pope is no longer a threat.

He needs to live, at least to bring this news back, and now their faction has been forced to a desperate situation, this is the last chance to comeback.

“Priest Jager…”

The followers looked at him in disbelief, with unstoppable panic in their eyes.

“As martyr, the glory still belongs to you.”

Jager calmly said, several people looked at each other briefly, it seemed that their inner strength had overcome their fear, they were nodded with difficulty, and then allowed Jager moved towards the surface to rush away.

They still have a chance of winning. The tunnel is so narrow and they occupy this position to shoot. Lorenzo has no room to escape. They can delay for a long time, and even evacuate safely.

Yes, there is no need to be so scared, maybe Lorenzo is just surprisingly good at it? He is not a Demon Hunter person. The Demon Hunter person has long been dead, and even if there are survivors, they will not appear inside this dirty rat nest, right.

The followers tried to comfort themselves, and at this point Lorenzo had already gotten up, his body was wet with mist, and drops of water dripped on the smooth sword.

The damp clothes clung to his body, drawing a black silhouette, his head half hanging down like a scarecrow in the field.

Slowly raised his gaze, and briefly met the servants in the dark. The next moment gunfire was like a trumpet gun. Lorenzo ran wildly while the servants fired.

The sword dragged a pale arc, extremely dangerous.

He has an unspeakable oppression on him, just like the Death God who died. When he decides to knock on the door, you can’t stop it no matter what you do, you can’t even delay it.

The flesh exploded with incredible power, swiftly brandishing the sword, and the iron hitting in the air. This is not a carefully made Nail sword, nor is it a special metal of a cleansing agency.

At the moment of the impact, a small dent appeared on the sword, accompanied by Lorenzo’s slash, with a gap on the sharp blade.

A few sparks erupted in front of him, and the sword accurately cut it down. The fire was fleeting. Lorenzo went into the tunnel in an instant, and more bullets gushed out. Turning around in this narrow space seemed difficult, and Lorenzo couldn’t wave it at all. From the point of view of the follower, he must die without a doubt.

The bullet then fell forward, but as Lorenzo’s entry blocked the light, the eyes of the followers were dim, but soon more sparks burst into the darkness.

They did not dare to stop and continued to open the fire. They could hear the sound of metal crashing in the darkness, but there was a sharp wind sounding in it, and the sword pierced the first servant directly. There was something in the darkness. On the move, his pace is quick.

“Fire! Fire! Don’t stop!”

The fire from the muzzle exposed the position of the followers. Most of them could only squat down to prevent bullets from the rear from hitting them, but soon the fire from the muzzle illuminated something that didn’t exist.

It was a pitch-black armor. It didn’t cover Lorenzo completely. It just wrapped the arm like a simple hand shield, and it was this shield that blocked most attacks in the dark.

This narrow space did not leave room for acceleration for the fist, but it did not mean that close combat was invalid. Lorenzo directly held the servant’s body with one hand, blocking him as a shield in front of him.

He beat Lorenzo hard, but this was just a weak resistance. More gunfire sounded, shooting the servants in front of him, bullets continued to fall, and blood spilled.

In this dark and occluded environment, he terrifying is like a monster.

Picking up the sword on the corpse, Lorenzo held the follower’s body and continued to push forward. When approaching the next follower, he directly abandoned the corpse, pierced the Nail sword in the narrow space, and penetrated the follower’s palm to cut him Nailed firmly in the original place.

“Promise me, will you stay here obediently and honestly?”

In the dark, Lorenzo said to the servant who had been nailed to the original place, that he had been terrified and Lorenzo was so close to him, but he didn’t even have the courage to fire.

The remaining servants were gone. Before Lorenzo arrived, they fled in fear, but they had already done so to buy time for Jager.

Lorenzo looked at it for 4 weeks. He saw the priest as he approached the high platform. Judging from his clothes, he could understand that he was the one who knew everything.

But now Lorenzo didn’t know where to go, there were many forks in the tunnel, and the priest was not Demon, and Lorenzo could not track him.

But at this moment, there was a fragile sound in the darkness, and Lorenzo could vaguely see a big mouse crawling out of nowhere, with a warning yellow chain hanging on its tail.

It seemed to be wise, stopped not far from Lorenzo, and then moved towards one of the intersections again.

“So… Metaphysics?”

Lorenzo couldn’t believe it, but he still followed the path of the mouse.

……

Outside the tunnel, inside the rat’s nest, the intelligence agent was standing on the edge. He raised his head and looked at the high platform that was no longer there. Although Lorenzo had been in for so long, he still stared closely with some palpitations and joy. Stay there.

“Do you think that can be done by humans?”

He said suddenly after a long silence.

Only him and Camou were left here, a group of scoundrels who were very alert. When the first gunshot sounded, they had already dispersed and fled.

Camou knew that this sentence was asking himself. He recalled Lorenzo’s incredible actions on the wall, and said slowly for a long time.

“I…I don’t know.”

But after a while, the intelligence dealer suddenly laughed. He collected too much information. When these unnoticed gossips were integrated together, they would be linked into a complete story.

In it, the Information Chamber of Commerce gave this story a value, which he called the “deviation value.”

These stories are all related by him based on intelligence, so they will always be different from what actually happened. In order to ensure that the related stories are logically reasonable, he will allow the stories he has related to make some “deviations”, or say correct The actual reality “correction” to fill the gaps in the story.

For example, Lorenzo just climbed the wall. If the intelligence agency hadn’t actually witnessed this, he would correct the story in order to make the story reasonable. For example, there were many more footholds on the wall.

But this correction will not be too deviated. For example, Lorenzo rushed up again in a short time with a sword. This is in the story, this is the deviation value is too large.

Intelligence dealers have a lot of news and intelligence in their minds, and they can integrate one huge story after another, but some of these stories inside are outrageous, such as Burlau, Lorenzo, such as…Old Turin.

He can detect the loopholes in these stories. To fill in those loopholes, he has to make unreasonable corrections to the original story… But this is a story, but what about reality?

Will the reality be as incredible as this? But if it is true, what force is correcting all this?

That would be a very terrifying power, and this power is hidden inside the shadow of Old Turin. Now that the intelligence dealer has seen this with his own eyes, this may be his closest experience with this secret.

There is something hidden in the shadows, and he is about to see it.

“The rat king will be very happy.”

The intelligence agent said that Camou didn’t know what was in his mind.

“Stop!”

But at this moment there was a sound. After the follower fled, he circled the tunnel and finally returned here. He raised his gun and warned two people.

Camou was immediately terrified. He was just a living rat. He instinctively followed and stopped in the original place.

The intelligence dealer turned his head slowly and looked at the lost servant.

He was smiling, but his eyes were full of pity.

“You are a bunch of unruly guys.”

“Shut up!” the servant roared, “Take me out of here!”

The tunnel is so complicated that he can’t find a way out.

But the intelligence dealer didn’t care about the muzzle at all, he continued talking.

“Although the lower city district is chaotic, it is still bound by an invisible order. That’s why everyone can survive in chaos… You will die if you break the rules.”

The intelligence agent looked at the follower, and then blew a whistle. The voice was sharp and penetrating. The follower was just about to fire the warning, but countless sharp sounds responded to the whistle… from the tunnel behind him.

He turned his head sharply, something was squirming in the dark, and they broke out of the shadows next moment.

It was a wave of black…dead rats.

They swarmed with the whistle and surrounded the slaves. They appeared harmless, showing their teeth and sharp claw, repeatedly chewing and biting on the slaves. He wailed in pain and fired wildly. , But nothing can be done.

Struggling hard, but the mice kept leaping up, teeth biting him fiercely, and constantly superimposed, he could no longer stand, and finally curled up on the ground, covered with gorge oneself mice.

The intelligence agent calmly left beside him. Blood was flowing from the close and numerous mice inside. From the exposed gaps, you could even see the bitten flesh and bones.

The screams became weak and calm, leaving only the close and numerous eating sounds.

Camou was so terrified that he forgot to breathe. He never thought that the mouse he played with at random would be terrifying like this one day, and then he looked towards the intelligence agency.

The intelligence vendors only taught them how to train rats to transmit information, but they never taught these… these killing skills.

The heart is beating violently, and perhaps as long as there is another whistle, the wave of the rats will roll up and eat away.

Seemingly aware of his fear, the intelligence agent spoke slowly.

“You are your own, don’t worry, I won’t kill people.”

I don’t know if this is a lie or the truth, but at least it calmed Camou’s fearful heart a little, and the intelligence agent motioned to him.

“Follow me, rat king is still waiting for us…”

“Rat king?”

Camou couldn’t believe it, could it be said that he really exists.

“Camou, you have seen something you shouldn’t look at, so… either prove your value, you are worthy of investment, or be abandoned.”

The intelligence agent then said, with a weird smile, Camou was stunned for a long time. He knew he had no right to refuse, he followed along.

The two people walked into the tunnel inside. The short time of eating was over. The rats dispersed in a rush, leaving only blood stains and broken bones in the original place.