Ember’s Gun

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Just like an earthquake, the shaking from the top of the head continued, and the dust fell endlessly, like heavy rain, making everyone gray.

The pipes were trembling violently, and some even broke. There was a lot of water vapor and liquid gushing out, and under constant pressure, the water rushed to make the scene more chaotic.

The Cai Gongs stood there blankly, as if they had no emotions, and they were led by Zuojin standing high.

Zuojin raised his head. He was very clear about the current situation and what was coming. They were fast, advancing all the way, inserted Zuojin’s defenses, easily breached, and then moved on.

Change to Red Eagle and the others, now I will probably be terribly scared, talking rubbish, trying to relax my nerves.

But Zuojin is different. Whether it is Death God or a friend, his face is like a mask of hypocrisy, without any change.

It is often said that as a subordinate, you will always feel rest assured when you see Zuojin’s demeanor.

After all, this stranger from Nine Summers has always been like this. No matter what kind of crisis he is facing, his face is always filled with a faint smile.

He seems to be separated from the existence of the story. Whether it is sadness or joy, everything seems to have nothing to do with him, and his face is always calm and calm.

Just under the rest assured, some people will feel fear, as if no one has ever known Zuojin, and it is not clear what is hidden under the mask-like face.

“The guests are coming, I am really impatient.”

Zuojin said lightly, turned his head, and looked towards Mr. Cai on the side.

Cai Gong’s face was stiff, and the so-called “Cai Gong” was just a title. As for who they were, they probably didn’t think about it.

“What do you think? Zhao Lun.”

Zuojin asked nonchalantly, “Cai Gong” who was called Zhao Lun thought for a while, and he said slowly.

“I am reminiscing about my childhood.” Zhao Lun said.

“Oh? That sounds good.”

“Well, our family has anonymity for generations, so I started training when I was very young.”

Zhao Lun recalled.

Zuojin nodded his head lightly, and said something silently, seeming to follow Zhao Lun’s words in plural.

“I remember building the training ground by the lake, and covering the ground with bluestone…”

The memory is very fuzzy, no matter how hard Zhao Lun tries to snoop, the picture he sees still carries an unreality, like a hazy dream.

But even so, he still stubbornly believes that this is true, he has personally experienced it, and is engraved into his soul.

“I remember that there was a huge maple tree there. I don’t know how many years it has grown… It should be the largest maple tree I have ever seen. In late autumn, those leaves turned into fiery golden golden. Everywhere, I paint the lake with Can golden, like flowing gold.”

Zhao Lun’s voice was filled with a sense of nostalgia, and at the same time he cherished it extremely.

In his mind, apart from commands and tasks, this seems to be his only memory, which belongs to him.

Because of the influence of antimemetic protection on the anonymous people, with the passage of time, and the increase in protection, his memory will be eaten up little by little, and even lose all memories, and finally even his own body Existence is also completely gone, completely erased from in this world.

Zhao Lun woke up from the good memory, and soon he realized something, and looked towards Zuojin suspiciously.

“You said that our’Cai Gong’ has no name.” Zhao Lun didn’t understand.

“Yeah, maybe it’s a lip service,” Zuojin looked towards one side, looking down at the Cai Gongs below, “Habits are hard to change.”

“Have we worked together for a long time?”

Although Zhao Lun’s memory is shallow, he still has an anonymous profession. Even if he understands what Zuojin means, the two have worked together, and they seem to be familiar with each other, but Zhao Lun himself has forgotten it.

“A long time… a long time, just because you guys were so deeply affected by antimemes, your brains are so pitiful, you can’t remember too many things, so I don’t bother to give you these What name did’Cai Gong’ say, you can’t remember it anyway.”

Listening to Zuojin’s words, Zhao Lun was nodded and mumbled.

“Is this…” Zhao Lun understood the meaning of “Cai Gong” at this time, “So we are called Cai Gong?”

“Yeah, this is the ending of the anonymity, the ending under the influence of antimeme. Fortunately, I will spend the rest of my life in a nursing home like you have dementia, or just like you hapless ghosts, be with me Here, the last residual temperature is emitted.”

Zuojin said, and then asked.

“Are you afraid? Zhao Lun.”

Zhao Lun shook the head, his expression was very confused, and the memory in his mind was difficult to answer Zuojin’s words.

“I…I don’t know if I am afraid, I think many things are relative. Only when I feel the ecstasy of life will I be afraid of the coming of death.”

“Have you not lived the ecstasy of life?”

Listening to Zuojin’s words, Zhao Lun’s eyes flashed past the flowing lake of gold, muttered.

“Perhaps.”

Then he realized something, his eyes became a little trembling and frightened.

“Is that real? Or is it just some illusion.”

This feeling is terrible, it was a confused doll, but under Zuojin’s words, he briefly found a little… sober.

“It’s true, that kind of thing must be true, after all, that is the place of our anonymous people.”

Zuojin laughed, recalling the same Can golden in his mind.

“To be honest, I miss it too, and I really want to go back again.”

Zuojin sighed.

“This is really not a good time to miss, you say so, Zhao Lun.”

Then Zuojin handed something, it was his favorite gun, the weapon named Falling Star.

“en? “

Zhao Lun didn’t understand what he meant. This is Zuojin’s love gun. The old man in front of him rarely shows affection for something. This falling star is one of them.

“Roger is coming, I need you to do one thing.”

Zuojin looked at him, said solemnly.

Zhao Lun’s gaze seemed a little drifting, he clenched the falling star, looked at Zuojin again, and then asked.

“Will our death be meaningful?”

“I don’t know, who knows this kind of thing,” Zuojin said, “We are like crossing a river, a swift river, one after another corpses are dropped meaninglessly… But I think there will always be One day, a corpse can block this damn river, and someone will step on our corpse and walk to the other side of the river.”

“Aren’t you afraid of death? Zuojin.” Zhao Lun asked back.

“No.”

He patted Zhao Lun’s shoulder, and the vibration above it got closer and closer.

“I think death is this thing, but it is terrifying for mortals. For those crazy monsters, perhaps death is the relief they desire.”

Zuojin showed that iconic smile, without any emotion, like a fake mask.

……

Fire and explosion, death overlaps death, as if never ending.

The Demons cleared the road ahead, advancing with flesh and blood, and defeated all the defense lines prepared by the cleansing agency, corpses everywhere across the field, and in the end even the description became pale and weak.

But the death of mortal people is not meaningless. The red molten iron rushes and then slowly solidifies, sealing most of the passages. The firepower poured in also destroys Demon’s flesh and blood. In the end, there is not much left of Demon’s Legion. .

Roger has the ability to use erosion to alienate others into Demon, but here has been turned into a forbidden zone of life by successive wars, leaving only a monotonous silence.

“This World is a huge Heroic Spirit Hall, resurrected, then died, continuing this endless cycle.”

Roger whispered, the fiery flames surging on his body, easily boiled the iron, the molten iron was opened up, opening the way down.

He was alone, moved towards the dark depths, which reminded him of a long time ago, when he was like this, moving towards the depths of the earth, trying to reach the sublimation well.

In the deep darkness…

The sound of fine cracking in the silence continued, and Roger was like a porcelain doll on the verge of collapse. Every step forward, he moved towards the broken approach.

A sudden explosion sounded, and a heavy release, echoing in the underground.

The surface line of defense has been captured, but there is no underground. Unfortunately, these counterattacks have not worked too much. Most of the infiltrating Demons are scattered. The impact of the explosion can’t change the situation, and it can’t even delay it.

The obstructed road was melted by the high temperature, the red iron dripped down, Roger all the way down.

Zhao Lun raised his head, he could already see the red light in the dimness above, his gaze turned to look towards the others, he raised his hand and gestured.

Most of Cai Gongs have defects. Under the influence of antimemetic, many people have lost some of their cognitive abilities. Some people can’t speak, some can’t listen, etc…

At Zhao Lun’s signal, some people hid, while others stood on the gate, making the final resistance.

They will be immediately exposed to Roger’s sight. They may not even have a chance to fire, and they will be killed in an instant. They are destined to sacrifice, but they have no expression on their faces.

There is no Zuojin’s silhouette here at the moment, and no one knows where he went.

Zhao Lun was too lazy to think about these things. He began to step back until he was completely covered by the shadow. He set up the falling star and took out the special bullet.

This is a very special bullet. It is the only one in Zuojin’s cognition that can be known of its existence.

Yes, in fact Zuojin didn’t know what the carrier of [Wang Chuan] was, but through clues, he realized that he had forgotten something, and had forgotten the information related to the death row.

As the leader of the unknowns, Zuojin knows exactly what this means, and he works hard according to his own experience to achieve that goal.

Zhao Lun took a deep breath. He was wearing a silver crown on his head, holding the falling star tightly, and continuously thinning his existence. Under the protection of antimemetic, Zhao Lun seemed to be non-existent.

Then… Then Roger came.

The hot molten iron slid down from the top of the head, and immediately after the gunshots rang, the Cai Gongmen moved towards the target above the head, pouring firepower, and at the same moment when the fire was opened, the huge erosion instantly expanded.

The crooked and nauseous feeling extended from the heart, and then the silver crown burst into countless cracks, and then completely collapsed.

This is the lifeline of Cai Gongs, now it is broken.

A huge amount of erosion impacted his mind, his eyes were scarlet, blood overflowed from the tip of his nose, and the skeleton began to deform and alienate.

In the crazy nightmare, they kept their only sanity, sporadic gunshots sounded, Cai Gong moved towards others and opened fire, before alienating into Demon, kill those defeated Cai Gong, and then himself .

This was a one-sided slaughter. Soon there was only one Duke Cai standing inside a pool of blood. He watched Roger’s arrival, and then killed his life with a single shot.

As the last Duke Cai fell, Roger also stepped into a pool of blood inside. He looked around and felt a little boring.

This is the last line of defense of the cleansing agency, but this line of defense is so fragile…think about it, along the way, the cleansing agency has poured all of their strength into it. This is the final resistance of the dying. Of hammering.

“It’s finally over.”

Roger’s tone was slightly relaxed, as if he was about to unload some important task.

He extends the hand, the hot high temperature is about to erupt, melting the steel in front of him.

The power that Roger mobilized, they were soaring, and then suddenly stagnated and collapsed at a certain moment.

He didn’t understand, lowered his head, but saw the blood hole in his chest and the bullets embedded in it.

“I…I succeeded, Zuojin.”

Looking at Roger, who was hit by him, Zhao Lun’s calm and boring heart finally brought up some different emotions, the same ecstasy as the golden lake.

He wanted to get up to celebrate, and he wanted to continue pulling the trigger, moved towards Roger, pours out anger.

But Zhao Lun could not do it, at the moment the bullet hits, at the moment Roger was injured, at the moment Zhao Lun knew he had succeeded.

Roger found him, discovered this assassin hiding in the dark, and sacrificed so many Duke Cai’s lives for the hit of this spear.

The silver crown shattered, Zhao Lun’s smile solidified, and then completely shattered into countless pieces of meat.

Also broken together was the detonated [Wangchuan].

Antimeme surges like a tide, so powerful that it continues to swallow and erode, as if thousands of worms are biting Roger’s will at this moment, just like the blow he encountered when he invaded Lorenzo .

The sound of shattering continued, and the cracks on Roger’s body increased more and more, and the hardened ceramic-like skin broke away continuously, revealing the deep darkness underneath.

He wailed, and his voice overlapped strangely, as if thousands of people were wailing with Roger. The will belonging to Roger Cruz was collapsing. After the destruction, only the pure wild beast was left.

While the antimemetic anger spreads, the shadow is fragmented, and the assassin lurking in it jumps high.

Sacrifice and shooting, everything is to attract Roger’s attention, so that he can get close to this monster and launch a fatal blow

“You did good, Zhao Lun.”

Zuojin whispered and waved his pocket knife quickly.

The sword wind is fierce, as fast as a gale.

Stabbed along Roger’s neck, through the spine, and shattered the heart, another jackknife was pulled out abruptly, and the head was cut off as Lorenzo had said.

The body broke and stalemate, blood filled the sky.