Embers of Embers

Chapter 35
A new era has arrived, and the rolling wheels ruthlessly run over everything in the old era.
There seemed to be tens of millions of flying birds screaming, and they gathered into a huge cloud-like cluster, wandering and flying over the lower city.
It was the sound of iron whistles coming and going. The soldiers blew them hard, their iron boots hitting the wet ground, and they occupied every street and square following the instructions of the sound.
The purification of the underground palace has entered the final stage. Tons of kerosene poured in from the different entrances, and the sky was filled with blazing fires. Under this, the firecrackers continued to emit harsh thunder.
Endless black shadows rushed from the other end of the sea of ​​​​fire, with inescapable murmurs and wailings. It seemed that no matter how many flames and bullets were poured into them, they would always return from the dark nightmare.
"Increase the firepower!"
Shrike yelled loudly, the dark steam tram flipped up its armor, and rows of firecrackers welded together fired with great power.
The robin whispered a prayer of blessing, and the low voice sounded in everyone's communicator. As the sound spread, from time to time a soldier would sound a piercing alarm. At this time, the shrike would skillfully raise his gun, Shoot tranquilizer rounds at them.
It is also a product from the Mechanical Institute. The electrodes are buried under the flesh and blood, and the direct current can stimulate the brain center. It is usually used in mental illness, but with the transformation of the purification mechanism, it has become an insurance for people to fight against demons.
When the soldier's nerve contamination reaches a certain level, the electrodes will discharge to forcibly interrupt this step into madness. On the one hand, it is to allow the soldier to wake up in this crisis; on the other hand, due to the interference of the electrode, if the soldier really Falling into madness also makes it easier for Shrike to kill.
This is a dispute that has existed since the old era, with blood and pain. Even though all the purification agencies are at their best tonight, there are still attrition due to this continuous interception.
Blood flowed down the hot barrel of the gun, and most of the soldiers' jaws had been cracked by the recoil of the bullets. Even with the protection of gloves, everyone's condition continued to decline.
Finally at a certain moment, the value of the Geiger counter finally stabilized, which meant that the demon in the underground palace had stopped changing, or that Galahad had killed it.
That's why there were dull footsteps in the burning sea of ​​fire.
"It's Galahad!"
The robin said with some joy that it was an act of going deep into hell, and every time he came back he would bring great blessings.
As he spoke, he wanted to move forward to greet him but was stopped by the shrike. He saw a complicated expression in the eyes under the mask, and he asked into the communicator.
"Galahad, I need to make sure you are conscious and say something! Quick!"
The silver barrel was pointed directly at the figure in the sea of ​​fire, and his finger was firmly on the trigger. This time, what was fired was not an anesthetic bullet, but a live bullet of iron and gunpowder.
"What are you doing! Shrike!"
Seeing the Shrike like this, the robin was a little angry, and the Shrike replied fiercely.
"This is the process! Galahad! Answer me!"
He roared into the communicator again, but there was nothing except the sound of electricity from time to time, as calm as the Dead Sea.
Answer quickly!
Shrike felt anxious as he had never felt before. Galahad still had time, and he still had time to answer.
As long as he answers now, as long as there is a voice from the communicator, even vague words are fine, but in the end there is still nothing. The last reserved time has ended, and Shrike's eyes are filled with sadness.
It was like sinking into a sea of ​​ice. It was clear that the hot sea of ​​fire had already soaked Shrike's clothes with sweat, but he still felt a coldness that he had never experienced before. After a short silence, Shrike seemed to have made some decision. The complexity inside is no longer there, only the steel-like coldness remains.
"Everyone is informed that Galahad has been driven insane by neural contamination and is now listed as a hostile target. The command is temporarily taken over by Shrike."
Shrike roared at the communicator, and then opened fire at the figure in the sea of ​​​​fire. The silver-white gun muzzle burst out with a thunderous sound, and the projectile rotated and hit the figure in the sea of ​​​​fire, but like a stone falling into the water, it only splashed There were weak ripples.
"Team three, team four, suppress Galahad with firepower!"
The words were weak, and the figure in the sea of ​​fire was covered by a dense rain of bullets. Unknowingly, everyone evacuated the surrounding area. Facing the out-of-control Galahad, their existence was just a meaningless death.
"I told you, that thing is the incarnation of an unknown, and there is a price to pay for using that thing!"
The shrike shouted and ran towards the iron snake behind him. The robin was completely stunned. He never imagined that Galahad, who was just a comrade just now, would become an enemy at this moment.
A hoarse roar broke out, seeming to release the great pain, and then the burning eyes looked here.
"Don't be stunned! We have to kill him! Once Galahad escapes from the control circle, he will become an even more dangerous monster!"
The shrike behind him roared at the robin, but it was too late. The robin only felt an oncoming foehn wind. Years of instinct made him draw the sword in his hand in an instant, but it was not completely unsheathed. The sound of broken metal rang in my ears.
The broken blade shattered the robin's mask, blood dyed his sight red, and then the sharp blade penetrated his chest.
It was a hot breath, as if a terrifying monster was breathing in front of his eyes.
The dark iron armor covered the body of the man in front of him. It was obviously an armor, but they seemed to be alive. The scarlet muscles between the gaps connected the strange metal like fabric, and the sharp armor pieces were like breathing. The plants were floating slightly, as if they were foreign objects that grew out of Galahad's body.
The body was stained with fire oil, and the angry flames rose like a demon walking out of a myth.
"Galahad!"
The robin tried to call out to the lost humanity, but there was only endless darkness in the pupils, without a trace of light, like an abyss.
This reminded the robin of a sentence he once read in a book, which was widely circulated.
When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you.
The robin showed an ugly smile. He remembered that this was a sentence he read when he was in college. At that time, everyone often used this sentence to pretend to be knowledgeable, but what many people didn't know was that this sentence was still there. There is the first half of the sentence.
Those who fight with monsters should beware of becoming monsters themselves.
The sharp blade was sharply drawn, and the robin's body flew high like a kite without strings and then fell powerlessly.
……
"I just said that thing is not reliable at all!"
The angry words were full of self-blame. If I had tried to stop this, it would never have happened.The sound of cracking steel was heard, and without looking, the shrike knew the result of the robin.
In order to fight against monsters, humans have learned too much forbidden knowledge, which is like Pandora's box. It has been the incarnation of the unknown since it appeared. After opening it, you will only get endless disasters and a glimmer of hope.
Humans have relied on that glimmer of hope to fight monsters until now, and Galahad is undoubtedly the product of that disaster.
"Let the Praetorian Guards take over the defense! Everyone restrain Galahad!"
Shrike roared while flying, and he jumped over many obstacles and landed on the iron snake. It was the reinforced body of the Mechanical Institute. In order to transport these weapons, it was stronger than expected.
With the sound of roaring wind ringing in his ears, Shrike used all his strength to slide the shovel towards the bottom of the car, and then the sharp black sword penetrated the solid body of the car and was embedded deeply into the ground.
"Galahad!"
Shrike stood on the carriage and shouted to his old friend who was wrapped in darkness. The figure in the fire drew out the sword blade. He was not holding it, but the scarlet muscle tissue connected it to his arm.
It was not a sword blade, but just a part of the strangely extended iron armor, and the blade-like scales spread outward from his elbow like wings, accompanied by the sound of the clattering steel rubbing against each other, enjoying themselves in the fire. Spread those dark wings.
So abominable and holy, like a zombie walking out of the Gospels.
(End of this chapter)