Embers of Embers

Chapter 105 Repentance
The high-speed moving iron snake was like a speeding crossbow. At the moment when it crossed paths with the demon, the fire blunderbuss in Lancelot's hand exploded instantly. The surging high temperature hit the demon directly like a fire hammer. In the god-shaking explosion, Lancelot was restrained. Lot's iron chains broke one by one, and then the rugged knight leaped out.
It was a figure as fast as thunder, the sharp steel cutting the air and making a piercing whine, and soon after the heavy body hit the ground, the figure slowed down extremely steadily on the ground, leaving a deep gully.
After the dust cleared, a ferocious face slowly emerged beneath it.
This is the first time that Lorenzo has seen the Original Sin Armor so clearly. During the operation in Ende Town, darkness shrouded everything. He could only barely see the blurry figure, but this time Lancelot stood on the ground. , the broken sunlight illuminated every part of him.
It was armor that had been refined and beaten. The plates were delicately meshed together. From the gaps, you could see the flesh and blood slowly squirming underneath. The steam pipes and machinery were protected underneath, and the indicator lights were emitting light. Harmonious emerald green, the original sin armor is under control.
This is a perfect combination of steam machinery and demonic creatures. It is not a killing weapon that ordinary people can design. Even facing the armor will be a heavy test.
However, after a brief shock, Lorenzo was a little surprised. In fact, his appearance was beyond Lorenzo's expectation. He had thought that the original sin armor would be so huge, but Lancelot's armor actually seemed a little thin to him. After removing the necessary plate armor protection, there is no excess armor overall.
This armor seems to be pursuing the ultimate in mobility. It is very light overall. The hook device on the back extends to the arms. There is nothing extra except the equipped sword blade and armor fire gun. Looking at the blue paint on the armor Pretend, he will surely act like thunder.
Without waiting for Lorenzo to think more, the dark demon jumped out again from the smoke of the explosion. This time, even Lancelot was surprised. With the high temperature burning, the demon would be hit for a short time even if it did not die. He lost the ability to move, but the demon continued to run away as if nothing was wrong.
Lorenzo followed closely, and the blue knight also began to run wildly. The hook of his arm popped out and was nailed to the railway track in the distance. The micro motor began to pull back, and then he drew out the sharp sword blade on the ground. It was dragging upwards, approaching rapidly with flying sparks.
The movements were smooth and fluid, and the heavy feeling of steel was gone. For a moment, it seemed that the person moving was not an armored knight, but a living person. He danced a fatal dance and waved the slender blade in his hand.
The two figures approached quickly, but just when Lancelot was about to approach the demon, the figure of the demon suddenly fell, and then his sword blade struck the air, leaving a huge dent on the ground, because of this huge force With a slash, the underground steam pipes trembled, and then hot steam leaked out from them, burning the armor.
Lorenzo arrived a few seconds later. His legs were indeed a bit too long for him to run with hooks. He stared coldly at the location where the demon disappeared. This was a steam well dotted between factories because they needed a lot of steam to discharge. An area was designated for the construction of steam shafts.
"Don't tell me it got in."
Raging steam is released from the well, and ordinary people will be completely steamed within just a few seconds after stepping into it. Even monsters will be severely injured in this, but if the tenacious vitality allows them to survive, then in the future The pipeline was so complex that Lorenzo had no hope of catching it.
Lancelot remained silent, but he did not stop moving during the silence. He took off the armor and fire gun from the weapon rack on his back, and pointed the burning muzzle directly into the steam well. With the terrifying power of the dragon's breath, he added In this confined space, even an armored knight would be killed by melting his armor with this shot, let alone a demon.
But this blow will also have huge consequences. This is the discharge well of the factory. No one knows what chain reactions such a powerful shot will cause.
But the demon hunter did not give up. He was still thinking while holding Winchester, but suddenly the close connection disappeared, and the reaction of the demon he had been chasing went silent in his perception.
"Wait! Don't fire!"
Lorenzo pressed down the cold muzzle of the gun with one hand.To be honest, the specifications of this weapon were like an iron pillar in his hands.
Obviously Lancelot would not listen to Lorenzo's words, but at most he would listen to his suggestions. Lorenzo could hear soft questions, which seemed to come from under the mask. Soon after, he received a message from the Central Monitoring Station. receipt.
"The demon reaction is confirmed to disappear, and the Geiger index begins to decline and return to normal."
Lan Jade's voice sounded in the communication channel, putting an end to the sudden fight. Judging from the gradually fading scarlet color, it seemed that the demon was really killed by the high-temperature steam. The subsequent scavenger troops were in On the way here, they will temporarily block the place and recover the steamed and twisted flesh from a pipe deep underground.
"Looks like the poor guy got steamed up."
Lorenzo sneered. The demon was finally dead, but he felt a little unhappy that he didn't die in his own hands after chasing it for so long, just like a hunter who didn't enjoy himself to the fullest.
He raised his head and looked at Lancelot. The tall figure was like a mountain, and his rugged body was loaded with plate armor. The style of the plate armor looked extremely sharp, like a sword hidden in a sheath.
Lorenzo could feel the gaze coming from under the visor, the mysterious Lancelot was looking at him.
Lorenzo, the knight commander, had heard a lot from Kestrel Shrike and the others. In addition to praising his strong willpower, it was the mystery of this knight commander.
Everyone in the purge agency has a code name. In Erwig's mythology, the name of the Knights of the Round Table is the most honorable code name. Only those with the highest positions in the purge agency have it, such as Duke Phoenix, who manages the entire purge agency. His code name is Arthur.
The next lower level are the high-ranking knights below the knight captain. Their codenames are usually named after birds, but even so, everyone still has their original name. Even people with good personal relationships will know each other's real name. Lancelot is an exception.
Every time he saw Lancelot, he wore the Armor of Original Sin. On the other hand, almost no one had ever seen Lancelot take off his armor. They didn’t know whether he was tall or thin, and they didn’t know what he looked like. Through his voice, the only thing he could tell was What can be confirmed is his gender.
Some people inside have speculated that Lancelot is not a human at all, but some kind of monster, a monster developed by the Perpetual Pump. After all, only monsters can perfectly control the armor, and only monsters are unwilling to take off the armor to show themselves. .
Lorenzo stared at the visor curiously for a long time, but he did not answer for a long time. Then, as if he had received some order, Lancelot turned around and headed towards the iron snake that transported him.
It was a steel chair seat. As Lancelot sat down, mechanical bites fixed it. Then a group of people in white coats crawled out from the corner. The white was engraved with a python biting its tail. That was The maintainers from the Perpetual Pump connected pipes and circuits to the armor, and then the armor was filled with low-temperature gas to calm down the active demonic matter.
Just like the restless life fell asleep again, Lorenzo could clearly feel the passing of the power of the armor, but the visor inside did not bounce up. It seemed that Lancelot had fallen asleep together with the armor.
Finally, the armor on the iron snake closed again, covering Lorenzo's sight, wrapping it up like an iron coffin.
Not long after, Joey came late. He was breathing heavily, but soon his breath calmed down and he became a neat person.
With a kind smile on his face, just like Lorenzo had seen him for the first time before.
After glancing at him, Lorenzo glanced again in the direction of the Iron Snake. As the steam cloud overflowed, the Iron Snake slowly moved on the rails, then accelerated and disappeared from Lorenzo's eyes.
"Have you ever seen what Lancelot really looked like?"
Lorenzo asked somewhat mysteriously. It was rare for him to suddenly become interested in a person.
Joey shook his head, and he seemed to understand why Lorenzo was so curious, so he said to him.
"The identities of the knight captains are all secret, and only Arthur knows their full details within the purification agency."
"Is that so?"
Lorenzo found it a bit interesting. He originally thought that the purification agency was just a demon-fighting organization that continued the way of the Demon Hunting Order, but after so many days of contact, he found that this purification agency was far more complicated than he thought.
More iron snakes came from the other side of the track, and the scavengers responsible for cleaning up the battlefield finally arrived.
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"I confess to you, my Master."
In the confessional room of the church, the man leaned against the wall, looking blankly at the dark top.
His whole body exuded a putrid smell, dried blood stained his cheeks, and there were countless wounds on the tattered clothes, but as the flesh and blood squirmed, they were healing. In a shocking sight, One bullet after another was squeezed out of the wound by flesh and blood, but he seemed to feel no pain, staring blankly at the top of his head.
"I forgive your sins in God's name."
The sound came from behind the curtain, and someone could barely be seen listening to his confession behind it.
The man's absent-minded eyes shone slightly, but soon dimmed again. Tears welled up from his eyes. He slowly raised his hand, but it seemed as if he could see countless phantoms. Unclear people were roaring at him.
"But...but I killed people, many people, in cruel ways."
"But they are sinners, aren't they? You are just practicing your justice, and God will forgive these."
The sound was like the warm sun.
"really?"
The man's voice was trembling, as if he didn't expect such a result.
"Yes, everyone has their own justice and their own ideas. Maybe it seems innocent in your idea, but it seems guilty in the eyes of others. You can't determine whether others are good or bad, but you know your own The only person who can judge you is yourself."
His breathing became rapid, as if he had received some kind of affirmation. A person who had never been affirmed before was affirmed. He tried to get up, but the wounds on his body were stimulated, making him make painful sounds.
"I feel like I'm not who I am anymore."
He said with some confusion, the man was so cowardly before, but now he can kill one person after another indifferently.
"Could it be that you have found your own essence?"
The mentor's voice echoed in this small space, like a spell, over and over again.
"Don't stop my child, what you should do has not been done, and the justice that should be executed has not been served, has it?"
Like a lost lamb who suddenly received guidance, the man repeatedly murmured the mentor's words and seemed to regain his sense of movement, but then he started crying again.
"I felt like I couldn't do it anymore, I couldn't do it anymore, I met some people and they were so powerful that I almost died."
The curtain was pulled up, and the man became nervous for a moment, but then a somewhat old hand reached in, leaving a few injections, and then a solemn voice sounded.
"You are a child of God. We will not abandon you. If there is a strong enemy, we will give you a sharp sword to carry out your justice, child."
The man stared blankly at the injection in front of him, and then he seemed to see hope in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to grab it with great effort, and his muscles caused the wound. He let out a low moan of pain, but he did not give up. Finally he grasped hope, but the old arm stretched out from behind the curtain again, holding him firmly.
He was a little frightened, and the powerful force pulled him, but he could not break away from the restraints. He was full of fear until the mentor's voice sounded again.
"But all this comes at a price, child, but there is no need to be afraid. All this power requires is your small sacrifice. Are you willing?"
"I am willing!"
Without waiting for the instructor to say anything more, the man replied immediately, as if he was afraid that he would regret it.
"I have nothing left. If this alone can satisfy my wish, what else do I have to hope for?"
He continued, his eyes igniting with fire, as if they were coming back from the ashes.
The instructor was stunned, but then he laughed, his voice echoing in the man's ears.
"That's right, child, this is the right thing, this is the just thing. Those people can't give your girl a just answer, then it's up to you to do it yourself. God will forgive you everything. After all, you have sacrificed Everything about you."
As those words were spoken, something in the man's heart became more and more determined. He stood up from the pool of his own blood, and held the mentor's hand tightly with his blood-stained hand. Through the hazy curtain, he could vaguely see Seeing the people behind him, he said gratefully.
"Thank you, Teacher Lawrence."
Blood gushed out along the crack in the door and flowed quietly on the ground. The man's ferocious figure was reflected in the scarlet color.
(End of this chapter)