Embers of Embers

Chapter 188 The Second Coming of the Black Angel
It is a power beyond imagination. The extraordinary weirdness reaches reality through the illusion of nothingness, thus bringing about the salvation of sin.
The surging erosion oppresses all life within the range, and the affected area continues to spread, defining everything it can touch as its own territory.
Seliu sat down on the ground in horror, and then she heard the sound of war drums above the corpse.
"Yes, Lorenzo is not dead yet."
Someone said this in the void, so everyone noticed her existence.
The twisted flesh and blood raised its head in the sea of ​​fire, and Lawrence's head was broken, but the hateful and weird sarcoma kept moving upwards. It replaced the original position of the head, like a new body. It looked at Luo Luo with vigilance. Renzo's direction.
It had no consciousness at all, but its biological instinct warned it that Lorenzo's existence would threaten its continuation, so it moved its twisted body, picked up the broken metal, and walked slowly towards the source of erosion. At the same time, another wave of erosion spread from its body, carrying the ultimate madness.
The forbidden forces intertwined with each other, forming a vortex of destruction that swallowed everything up.
"Damn, what's going on!"
Arthur roared, and the Geiger indicator was beeping crazily, like a buzzing beep, and the indicator light turned from steady green to scarlet bright red without any delay in the middle, as if falling from sanity in an instant. Into the abyss.
"Two...two sources of pollution!"
Someone shouted in the command room.
No one died. Under that horrific attack, neither Lawrence nor Lorenzo died, and they moved one step closer to the forbidden place.
Arthur took a deep breath, as if making a fierce decision in an instant.
"Notify Shrike to launch a second bombardment!"
"We are also within bombing range now!"
cried Kestrel.
"Don't worry so much! If this doesn't end here, it will only cause greater trouble!"
Arthur said nonchalantly, but another voice sounded with panic.
"Communication... communication has been blocked!"
The erosion of demons will bring huge interference, and now this interference has designated this battlefield as a desert.
Arthur was in a daze for a moment, but then he made a rational judgment.
"Check ammo reserves, we have to choke him out here."
"But... maybe we can trust Lorenzo."
The erosion has affected this place, and the kestrel's voice is whimpering.
"Lorenzo?"
Arthur couldn't figure it out.
"Two sources of contamination, right? The other one must be Lorenzo."
"But the witcher has never been like this, he will not release erosion..." Arthur realized something, his words stopped, and then he said slowly.
"He has broken through the critical value... This bloody demon hunter is about to become a demon!"
This was discussed during the "frank meeting" with Lorenzo. The controllable range of the witcher's secret blood is only within 30%. Once it deviates from this value, the witcher begins to demonize. When it reaches 60%, There is no room for reversal of demonization.
The erosion is like a tidal wave, hitting all sane creatures within the range.
This is what Lorenzo has been wary of. Once he breaks through the critical value, Watson will use his erosion of the outside world to escape. But now Watson has no idea of ​​​​using other people's [gaps] as a springboard to escape. Instead, Searching for something, until she found what she wanted behind that heavy weight of steel.
"Let's lift off first, we have to fall off the erosion area first!"
After a brief struggle, Arthur made his choice.
This place is already an island hell, and he must use his limited power to keep these uncontrollable monsters here forever.
The engines roared, the huge sails on both sides adjusted their angles, and the entire voyage to Dawn began to rise slowly.
"Wait...the hatch is opening."
Someone said tremblingly, then panic turned to madness, and he shouted loudly.
"The hatch is open!"
"what happened!"
Arthur was tortured by all this, and everything he carefully planned was rushing out of control.
"No, I do not know."
The man slowly let go of his hand, and you could see that no one was operating on the console, but the buttons and joysticks seemed to be controlled by some unknown force.
They are constantly changing and inputting different instructions. The machinery rotates crazily and operates efficiently.
From the constantly flashing indexes and the fleeting dashboard, instructions were read one after another.
The secret key is entered correctly.
The cable has been cut.
Fuel injection is complete.
The security lock has been released.
The hatch is open.
Everyone's hearts froze, as if this war airship had come to life.
It seemed that there was a divine hand controlling everything, deciding everyone's fate, and then a cold female voice echoed in the silent space.
"Dark Angel joins the order of battle."
"Dark Angel joins the order of battle."
"Dark Angel joins the order of battle."
"..."
Like a warning from the depths of hell, she kept repeating the words. No matter how the operator changed it, the cold voice could not be stopped.
Finally, Arthur's hand couldn't help but tremble, as if he was trapped in a huge vortex, and the forbidden power was swallowing everyone who came close.
"Is it... Galahad?"
Kestrel pretended to be relaxed and said. He knew very well that without instructions from the command room, he could not even activate the Original Sin Armor.
But people are like this, always trying to deceive themselves to avoid the terrifying truth.
"No, not me."
At some point, the door to the command room had opened. Galahad stood beside the door with a solemn expression, his chest heaving violently, as if he had just rushed from somewhere.
"Not you?"
Arthur looked shocked.
"how is this possible!"
Who else but Galahad can temporarily control that terrifying power?
"Who's in that armor!"
Kestrel roared as he regained his composure.
In fact, he knew very well that it was impossible to confirm the identity of the driver in the Original Sin Armor with the existing technology, but it was as if some terrifying thought was urging him.
Perhaps it is not a human being who controls the armor...
The operator moved out of the way, allowing everyone to see the instruction map.
Heart rate is zero.
Blood pressure is zero.
Brain wave response was zero.
Is zero.
Is zero.
All indices are zero, and all tests indicate... there is no one in the armor.
No one is operating it, and it can't do it on its own, because the first operation of the Original Sin Armor was to cut the demon's brain, but now it's like an ancient ghost has arrived here, and she puts on the demon's armor, In this way, the ethereal consciousness took on a physical form.
Fear of the unknown captures everyone.
Like a sacrificial ritual, Lorenzo killed himself in exchange for an angel descending from heaven.
So the dark steel feathers stretched out as much as they could, like the cross of the Holy Inquisition.
(End of this chapter)