Embers of Embers

Chapter 533
Garen stood on the terrace. He had put on his armor. The surface of the metal was pitted and pitted. It was unknown how many fierce battles it had gone through. The animal skin was exposed in the gaps, and the down on it was swaying in the wind.
The Viking countries are in a state of iteration of the times. The ancient faith is no longer glorious. Only steel and gunpowder are the masters of the future. Garon put on war makeup, put on a horn helmet, and whispered about the god Odin. prayers, but in his hand he held a gun from Inlwig.
He looked at the sea surface of Lingbing Bay, where the ironclad ship from Yingerweg was parked quietly. It was like the mythical Nagirfa, coming from afar, sowing disaster, and now it brought fireworks here. Above the Lingbing Bay, and soon it will go deep into the Sea of ​​Silence and go to the residence of the gods.
Bringing about Ragnarok, as the myth goes.
For a moment, Garen felt as if he had returned to ten years ago. At that time, there was also an armored ship from Yin Erweg. It also went deep into the Silent Sea and never returned.
"Sir, the Society of the End has begun to take action. They are killing here step by step, and they are also attacking civilians indiscriminately."
The deputy appeared behind Garen. He was also fully armed, his face hidden in the shadow of his helmet.
"How is the arrangement of the escort team?" Garen asked.
"The power is basically concentrated here and at the shipyard. From the current point of view, the Final Society does not have much interest in the shipyard. Their main target is still here."
Garen did not respond. He thought that the most valuable thing about the entire Lingbing Bay was not the people here, but the geographical location of Lingbing Bay and the shipyard built on it. Even if the Final Society pushed Lingbing Bay into Sea of ​​​​fire, but as long as there are no problems between the shipyard and Floki, they can come back at any time.
"Get ready, the only one we can rely on now is ourselves."
Garen glanced at the place behind the heavy wall, then walked down the terrace, raised the gun in his hand, and reloaded.
All these disputes began when Floki returned. He joined the Doomsday Society in order to explore the Silent Sea. However, in the final gathering, he did not die with the others, but survived.
Floki's survival could not be hidden for too long. Some of the final societies in other areas knew the news. They believed that Floki was a hypocrite and that he had betrayed the sacred faith and now he should be punished.
Tonight is the night of punishment.
This is a bad moment. Maybe the surname Wilgdason will be completely annihilated tonight. No one will come to help them. Whether it is the king or the lords, they all want Floki to die so that they can fight for the rule of this area. .
Garen tried to protect this place, but he was not a lord. He did not have the supreme power, so he could only fight alone.
The fire rushed here along the street, and people laughed wildly in the fireworks. They moved forward in the fire until they could no longer move and died in the blazing fire.
The members of the Doomsday Society are moving forward. They have broken through the blockade of the patrol. In the face of heavy rain of bullets, they do not care about the threat of death, but march forward happily.
This kind of madness that is not afraid of death has shocked many people, and some guys who have an understanding of the end society have already begun to feel fear in their hearts.
When death cannot threaten these people, what can restrain them?
Garen also understood this, and he also knew that these guys were a group of complete lunatics. He never thought that these people would give up the attack, and even said that they would sit down and have a good talk.
"Inrvig's guests are also in town," the deputy said.
Garen hesitated a little, but still stood firm, "We have no power left to protect them, and we can't even protect ourselves."
The deputy stopped talking, and the assembled team advanced in silence.
All the hands Garen could muster gathered at the gate. Many years ago, the ancestors of Wilgedasson fought here, blocking the enemies who wanted to drive them out.
Now it's up to Garen to do this. Although he doesn't have the blood of Wilgedasson in his body, he has already regarded himself as one of them. In order to thank Floki for his appreciation and trust in him, he will do it no matter what. These people stay here.
"The end of all things..."
Garen whispered, he could already see the fire burning in the darkness, and countless figures were approaching here.
After these years of development, the Final Society has gained a certain degree of influence in the Viking countries. In addition, Lengbing Bay is considered a neutral and unclaimed land. Garen cannot refuse the arrival of these Vikings. , and it is impossible to examine them one by one, which allows them to gather such a large force.
If Garon's guess is correct, the spies of the king and lords are hiding in the darkness. They are watching the farce tonight with great interest, like vultures hovering in the sky, ready to eat Floki Wilger Dason's body.
"Stop! If you get any closer, we'll open fire!"
The deputy warned sternly, but at this moment Gallon passed him, raised the gun, and pulled the trigger. The gunfire rang out in the night sky, followed by more gunshots.
"There's no need to communicate with these lunatics... If they could really communicate, everything wouldn't be like this."
Garen said, and continued to fire. The firepower network temporarily contained the enemy's advance, but this was only temporary. These guys were not afraid of death, and their numbers were huge. It was unknown how many there were.
Thinking of this, Garon felt deeply sad. The Viking kingdoms were still at war with each other, and different wills were moving greedily. He was killing his compatriots, and his compatriots came to kill him for their ridiculous beliefs.
"Why...why do you have to do with these lunatics?"
Garen pulled out the hand ax from his waist and struck an ax on the head, splitting open an approaching enemy.
He had been shot several times, but as if he couldn't feel the flow of blood, he just walked to Garen.
"Why do you care so much about Jinghai?"
Garen was fighting and asking questions in a low voice. No one responded to his questions, and the building behind him was dark.
He is just a manager appointed by Floki. He is not a lord and cannot use the lord's power, but even if he has it, it seems to be of little use.
More enemies came out of the darkness. Even Garen could not have imagined that there were so many followers of the Society of the End. Fortunately, they were far inferior to Garen in terms of weapons, so he could still gain a certain advantage. Until a tall figure stepped out of the darkness.
That was a strong man over two meters tall. He was more like a giant than a strong man. Under his stature, everyone seemed so small.
He was simply covered with animal skins, and only the key parts of his chest were covered with armor. The giant shouldered a huge shield vigorously and strode towards here.
The bullet clanked against the shield, sending sparks and leaving dents.
The rain of bullets could not shake the giant shield at all. It was not so much a giant shield as a piece of iron with a handle. It was so heavy that only a weirdo like a giant could lift it.
Garen initially thought that the End Society was a group of lunatics who had been deceived into madness, but now it seems that there are a few people with brains among them.
Behind the giant, more people hid under his back, approaching slowly.
It's a battle that's both primitive and modern at the same time.
Garen's side was halfway up the mountain, at a high place. His deputy smashed the wine barrel with a hand axe, and a large amount of wine flowed down from the high place, all the way over the crowd.
The torch passed over everyone's heads and fell into the wine. The fireworks boiled for a moment, and a wall of fire rose between Garen and the enemy.
This gave everyone a little breathing space. Garen glanced at the soldiers behind him. Everyone's eyes looked very stressed, which made him feel deeply anxious.
The biggest difference between the two sides is their views on death. Everyone is a Viking, but obviously the Society of the End is more extreme. They don't care about death at all, but Garen can't do this. Faith can only bewitch for a while, but it can't help. After holding on for too long, he could only maintain his advantage as much as possible and prevent his momentum from being dissipated.
In fact, Garen was a little confused. Even if he won the battle tonight, he would not be able to save Floki. He could think of that scene. When the sun rises again, the hazy sea fog will come to the king and lords. ships, they came to take over the devastated city.
Before he could think any more, heavy footsteps sounded, and then Garen saw it.
The sea of ​​​​fire is surging and shaking violently, but there is no wind now. Something in the sea of ​​​​fire is disturbing it.
First it was a pitch black dot, then it gradually expanded and turned into a pitch black shadow. Gradually the shadow took on a complete shape and turned into a burning figure.
One after another, ferocious figures walked out of the sea of ​​fire. Fireworks rose up on their bodies, inflicting pain, but this could not stop them. They continued to move forward. Some fell down, while others still had enough energy to start. Run wildly.
Like demons coming out of hell, they roared like an army.
This terrifying scene shocked everyone, and no one fired for a while. When they came to their senses, the enemies were already close enough, and they screamed again and again in an instant.
The burning figure fell on the soldiers, and the flames on their bodies swallowed them up together. They struggled on the ground and gradually stopped.
Panic arose in his heart, and for a moment Garen wondered whether he was fighting a human being or some unknown monster.
"Back up!"
Garen turned around and shouted at the soldiers.
At this moment, a warm wind blew across his neck, and Garen saw a ferocious shadow in the corner of his vision. He turned his head stiffly, and the tall figure occupied all of his sight.
The giant's body was burning with fireworks, and he raised his giant shield high, like a giant blade of judgment.
It crashed down, bringing up smoke and dust. At the last moment, the deputy grabbed Garen and pulled him over. The two of them rolled on the ground, gasping in pain, and then got up with all their strength.
"My lord!" cried the second-in-command.
Garon held the gun and tried to stand up, but his left leg felt severe pain. His ankle was twisted strangely and blood was dripping from it.
He failed to completely avoid the attack. The deputy rushed over, picked up his shoulders, and staggered back. The soldiers opened fire to cover them, but this had little effect. More figures crossed the sea of ​​​​fire.
"It looks like we're all going to die here."
Garen looked at more and more figures, and they surrounded the place heavily.
"There is still hope. We can hide in the building and defend. And since they are not familiar with the internal structure, we can still entangle them for a while."
The deputy thought about countermeasures.
"It's useless. They are fighting a war of annihilation. There is no need to go deep into the building. They just need to set fire to everything." Garen's voice was a little desperate.
"Their target is Floki, and we are all just sacrifices for punishment."
Regarding the Club of the End, because of Floki, Garen had a deeper understanding. These guys couldn't be viewed with common sense. After being in contact with them for a period of time, Garen sometimes felt that there really were gods.
"O... God Ding..."
As he thought this, his eyes froze.
In the sea of ​​​​fire stood a vague figure. This figure began to become clear and turned into an existence that must never appear.
The cloak was full of holes and stains, and the silver-white armor was full of scratches and dents. The man was holding a spear and standing in the sea of ​​fire. Garen couldn't help but look at his face, and all he could see was under the helmet. The darkness was followed by a blazing light rising from the darkness.
"God Odin!"
The bone-chilling cold engulfed Garen's heart, and he realized that he had seen something he shouldn't have seen.
For a moment, his mind became blank, and there was nothing except the figure of God Odin. His eyes were dull for a while, and when he looked into the sea of ​​fire again, he had lost that mysterious figure.
"Maybe... maybe they are right..."
Garen's expression was ferocious, and he was struggling in his heart. He looked at these enemies who were not afraid of death, and suddenly he felt that they seemed to be the pious ones.
After the deputy dragged him into the gate, the soldiers closed the gate, blocking the burning flames from the outside.
There were constant crashes, and the enemies were knocking on the door. Amidst the violent shaking, the sudden impact shook several soldiers open. The door was dented, and tall figures could be seen in the gaps banging the door hard.
"You can't keep it...you can't keep it."
A soldier said tremblingly. The door had become distorted under the successive slams. He even doubted what he was fighting against.
Garen's mind was also confused by the sight of God Odin. He could no longer feel the pain in his feet. His mind was completely occupied by the posture of the god. No matter how his deputy called, he received no response.
"Sir! If you keep doing this, we will all die here!"
The deputy punched Gallon in the face. The severe pain made him wake up a little. He looked at the door belatedly, and the afterglow of flames flashed between the gaps.
"We have to hold on to this..."
Garen whispered, and then even greater despair enveloped him. He could not defend this place. He might have had the strength to fight before, but the figure in the sea of ​​fire disturbed his mind.
In the midst of fear, everything suddenly became quiet, and the restlessness outside the door disappeared. Also changing were the flames passing through the gaps. The golden flames lost their original color, and they became blazing white, like Odin. God's gaze.
Clang——
A sharp folding knife penetrated the gap in the door. It turned hard and forced the door open.
The man turned his back to the sea of ​​​​blazing fire, looked at the frightened people, and took a long breath.
"Lorenzo, they're not all dead yet."
Shrike's words were not answered. Behind him, in the blazing white fireworks, the demon hunter held a gun and sword and strangled the dead legion to death.
(End of this chapter)