Embers of Embers

Chapter 130 Captain Yingerweg
The entire courtyard has been reduced to ruins. The rising sea of ​​​​fire evaporates the water in the pool, creating sparkling blue waves. In such a cold night, there is warm water vapor permeating the air, like a shadowless snake slowly ascending. They swim around and wrap around one person after another.
The soldiers on the periphery looked at this place with vigilance, their fingers tightly pressed on the trigger, waiting for Arthur's order.
Everyone was waiting for him, waiting for his instructions, but he looked at Eve, countless emotions stirring up his old heart.
Of course he knew what Lorenzo meant. He was the cold decision-maker beside the railway tracks. The value of Dean Lawrence was obvious to all. He could not let him go for any reason, but the price was his beloved daughter. .
This was really a difficult decision, so difficult that even the iron-hearted Arthur began to waver.
In this long silence, time slowed down. Lorenzo looked at the entangled man. He was the powerful Duke and the manager of the purification agency in the darkness. He held the scepter in his hand, but Now that great power can do nothing.
How sad.
He can make the torrent of steel destroy the city and crack the pool, but he can't even protect his own daughter. Because of his beloved daughter, even a steely will will create countless cracks.
After all, Arthur is just a mortal. Without the halo that envelopes him, he is just an ordinary person and a father.
Lorenzo suddenly felt a little tired. He looked at Reverend Lawrence in front of him. Although he didn't want to admit it, he still had to say that Reverend Lawrence was right, very right.
The weapon should be like a weapon, without emotion or communication, just sharpening its edge and then killing the target.
No friends, no life, no care, so it has no weaknesses.
Arthur is a very powerful man. Like the Stuart family, the history of the Phoenix family runs through the entire Glorious War. Every generation has young people named Phoenix going to the battlefield, even so many years after the war ended. This ritual-like behavior did not end, and generations of people moved towards the war in the shadows.
He could cut iron with a sword and command thousands of armies, but in the end he had a family and a daughter, so even the strongest steel would soften, and he had a weakness.
Lorenzo seemed to feel tired, not from himself, but from Arthur's slightly swaying body.
"We have no chance of Arthur. His power is Shanda's salary. He can predict the future. He can see the 'effect' before your 'cause' happens. No tricks are of any use."
The weird and cunning Shang Da Feng, this power does not have any physical changes when it is triggered, making it difficult to identify. If Lorenzo hadn't recalled the ancient title, he might have been kept in the dark until now.
"Mr. Holmes, have you ever made such a decision?"
Arthur asked suddenly.
Lorenzo nodded, expressionless.
He had done it a long time ago, he was the last one to hold on to his sanity, and he had dealt with the last of the witchers going out of control on that ship.
Lorenzo had pressed the lever of fate long ago, and the train roared past, crushing those once-familiar faces.
"I see."
Arthur whispered again.
"So have you made a decision?"
Dean Lawrence looked at them with a smile, and the broken sword was pressed against Eve's chin. He didn't care whether these people were stalling for time or something else. He was very powerful and had the capital to despise everything, no matter what they wanted to do. Any Shang Dafeng's power will be foreseen in advance.
Although this kind of power has a heavy burden and can only predict the future within about ten seconds, it is enough. With the power of Dean Lawrence, these ten seconds are enough for him to kill everyone, and then Gone away.
The only difficulty was Lorenzo. With his strong armor, it was difficult for him to cause any damage.
"Yes."
Arthur answered, his eyes sharpened, and then he walked towards Dean Lawrence.
"Are you giving up on her?"
Dean Lawrence looked at Arthur, the broken sword was slightly raised, and blood flowed down.
"No, just exchange hostages, what do you think?"
Arthur said.This is a result that no one has thought of.
"what are you doing!"
Lorenzo yelled, but Arthur ignored him and continued talking.
"I am Duke Evra Phoenix, the current head of the Purge Agency, codenamed Arthur. My brain stores the keys to important systems such as the Snake Peeper in the Atrium, and, by the way, some knowledge of the Original Sin Armor... …I think my value should be greater than hers, right."
Arthur slowly raised his hands, stopped where he was and said.
In fact, there is another solution to this problem, which is not to press the joystick or push some unlucky guy down, but to catch the roaring train by yourself.
It's the best of both worlds, but you're only sacrificing yourself.
The monster would die and Eve would survive, which would be a good story.
Eve looked at Arthur. She had no idea what the so-called purge agency was or what its codename was, but she just looked at him blankly. This extremely powerful man finally compromised, for her...
"This is really...a big fish!"
Instead, Dean Lawrence let out a cry of joy. He had been lurking in Old Dunling for a long time, but his penetration of the purification mechanism was extremely slow. He even said that he could not even discover the mysterious broken dome. position, let alone contact with high-level officials like Arthur.
"Then you'd better come over by yourself, please."
Dean Lawrence opened his other hand as if to hug him, but then looked at Lorenzo and smiled.
"I can see it."
That smile was so hideous, like a nightmare, Lorenzo knew exactly what he meant. In the future predicted by Dean Lawrence, Lorenzo suddenly attacked and killed him in different ways, just exchanging The hostage moment.
he warned Lorenzo.
"No...no, you should..."
Eve looked at Arthur who was coming, but Arthur kept looking directly at Dean Lawrence, walking firmly and calmly.
She began to regret it. If she had listened to him, she would be on a small island now. She wouldn't have to fight or be stained with blood. Arthur wouldn't trade for him, but there was no chance to save him.
"do not come!"
Eve yelled, then waved her hand and tried to hit Dean Lawrence, but the broken sword pressed in again, and she could only endure it.
Arthur didn't look at her until the end, as if he was afraid that the rational dam would burst. He stopped, then raised his hands and turned his back to Dean Lawrence. The broken sword left and pointed at Arthur.
"I told you I saw it! Boy!"
Dean Lawrence suddenly shouted loudly, and the situation suddenly changed at this moment of exchanging hostages.
He looked at the swooping cavalry mockingly, Lorenzo was still too slow.
No matter what the outcome, Lorenzo will not let Priest Lawrence go. This mysteriously missing Priest may be one of the masterminds of the Night of Advent. This is the closest he gets to that night.
But just like Dean Lawrence said, Lorenzo was still too slow.
Without warning, the broken sword penetrated Arthur's chest from behind. Arthur looked at the nailed sword protruding from the flesh with some disbelief. Then it was pulled out again, and the man fell weakly.
Dean Lawrence had no intention of exchanging hostages from the very beginning. With Arthur's will, he couldn't pry anything at all. Instead, he might as well kill him to weaken the purification mechanism.
Eve opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. She could only let out meaningless sobs. She could only watch Arthur fall, and then it was like something was burning.
She didn't want to run away, but instead had a kind of desperate rage. She had nothing to fear, so she had nothing to fear. When she tried to rush forward, the figure that had been silent on the side started to move, and Seliu pounced on her. When they arrived at Eve, the ice-silent girl took Eve's hand and pulled her towards the soldiers like she was dragging cargo.
Bystanders knew that all that could be done in the current situation was to minimize casualties as much as possible. Eve struggled, but the injured girl was as firm as steel. She dragged Eve staggeringly without saying a word.
But at this moment, the brilliant white light exploded again, and Dean Lawrence looked at Seleu with a smile.
"Run!"
Lorenzo roared wildly, trying to reverse the determined outcome, but he knew very well that there was nothing he could do. He was too slow, so slow that in the gap when he arrived, no matter whether he killed two people , or leaving with Eve, is enough for Dean Lawrence.
Thousands of thunders sounded, countless thermite bombs rushed toward Dean Lawrence, and the deadly lines of fire weaved into a web of death, but this could not affect the destined ending.
He was old and old, holding a broken sword stained with blood, but no one could match the power of breaking steel.
It's useless, nothing is useless at this moment. This is an enemy who can predict the future. All the endings are already before his eyes. No matter how he resists, he will just go from one dead end to another.
Just like the owner of the ranch, everyone is a lamb behind the fence, just waiting for his butcher knife to fall.
The burning trajectory slid in front of Eve. As expected, the trajectory failed to hit Dean Lawrence, but it successfully stopped his progress, seemingly only for a few seconds.
But in these few seconds, heavy and rapid footsteps sounded among the endless gunfire, as if carrying wind, rain, thunder and lightning, roaring in.
A man Eve never expected appeared on the edge of her vision. He was as powerful as a tiger.
you are still alive?
To be honest, after spending so many years with him, Eve felt that Arthur was so familiar and strange for the first time. He was obviously penetrated by the broken sword, but now he was running towards her like a tiger.
That face is so unfamiliar.
He was always a smiling father. Although he was a little overprotective of himself, he never showed his angry side in front of him, as if he wanted to maintain the image of a good father.
But now his face was distorted like an evil ghost, and his body was stained with blood.
Compared to the father in his memory, he looked more like a hungry evil ghost.
Don't come over here. Since you're not dead, just pretend to be dead on the ground!You will really die this time!This is the witcher, a terrifying and powerful witcher. Neither Lorenzo nor the volley of thermite rifles can stop his progress, so what's the use of you coming?
There was nothing left to think about, the blazing white broken sword slashed down fiercely, ruling everything.
His vision was shrouded in endless light, but the light failed to fall.
The broken sword cut into his arm, but could not move downward. The man seemed to be carrying the falling sun on his back, and he caught up.
"I said you should listen to me. If you listened to me, you should be basking in the sun on a small island now, drinking wine and eating desserts..."
Arthur watched as Eve struggled to put a smile on her face and stood between the glow and her.
"you you……"
For the first time, Eve felt at a loss. She tried to pull Arthur away, but her hands froze in place, as if she had lost all strength.
Only at such a close distance did Eve discover the wounds on Arthur's body, wounds that could easily take a person's life.She really felt that she was going to lose someone, but she could do nothing at this moment.
"don’t worry……"
Arthur finally said this, then he firmly held the broken sword that cut into the flesh, turned around and punched hard at the glow.
As a father, Arthur always felt that he was very incompetent. Eve had brothers, but they died one after another. Arthur devoted all his love to Eve, but because of his relationship with the demon, he... He always wanted to send Eve away.
Just like Lorenzo has always been taboo, people who are connected to demons can easily drag people around them into the vortex. Arthur knows that such people will not have a good death, and he does not want Eve to be like this. , rationality and sensibility intertwined, making him suffer for a long time.
But tonight, it seems that he finally doesn't need to hide any more. He is the Duke of Phoenix, the heir of the War Family. The war in the glory is over, but the war in the shadows has just begun.
Dean Lawrence was forced back a few points again, feeling a slight pain in his chest. He was hit by a mortal for the first time.
There was no anger, but he looked at the man in front of him with some curiosity. He seized that gap, that extremely critical gap.
The future that Shang Dafan predicted was not long, only ten seconds at most, but Arthur appeared after those ten seconds, and just when he was about to take action, the foreknowledge ended abruptly.
"You studied well, kid!"
At this moment, Father Lawrence smiled and tilted his head, and at this moment, the flaming sword passed by.
Lorenzo hid his purpose. When he swung the sword, Dean Lawrence did not expect that Lorenzo's plan would be buried so deeply.
After all, the witcher still retained a trace of rationality. In that difficult choice, he left Eve the only way to survive, and that way of survival was hidden in his conversation with Arthur.
He pointed out the power of Dean Lawrence, and Arthur found the fatal flaw in that brief reflection.
When the power is activated, there should be an activation time, and the cooling time between activation after the end of the prediction is an unobservable blank for Dean Lawrence.
The injured tiger hid himself in the gap in the future. He didn't know when this power would be triggered, but he still won the bet, so he did it.
It was as if something was rising in that majestic body. The snow-capped mountains that had been dormant for a long time began to stir. The ice and snow melted into torrents, and then they burst into flames.
That is not a power that ordinary people can possess.
Witcher?
But it was different. Dean Lawrence could not detect any erosion on his body, but then he saw light lines emerging from Arthur's exposed skin, inscribed with alchemical inscriptions. His face looked hideous, as if he was in great pain.
He smiled cruelly at Dean Lawrence, while the flaming iron cavalry stood on the other side of him with a big sword, blocking the girls behind him.
Now that Eve was safe and he no longer had any weaknesses, the last shackles that bound the demon collapsed.
"What exactly are you?"
He asked doubtfully while holding the bloody broken sword.
So Arthur smiled ferociously and said in a loud voice.
"Have you heard of Captain Inrwig?"
(End of this chapter)