Embers of Embers

Chapter 542 The Incarnation of Hope [Thanks to Ye Hui Shining’s Alliance Leader]
"Black...Black Angel?"
Lan Jade looked at the figure in the sea of ​​fire with some disbelief. The black angel's scales were clearly visible against the firelight.
When did Lorenzo come back, and when did the Black Angel leave the Dawn Advance?
Without warning, it appeared there suddenly and launched an attack at this critical moment.
All kinds of questions arose in her heart, but no one came to answer her, until the sound of metal explosions sounded again, calling Lan Jade's consciousness back.
A stream of scorching fire spread across the deck, covering Blue Jade's flanks and driving away the demons that tried to get closer. Blue Jade dragged his only arm, raised the blade and slammed it down.
Perhaps this is the disadvantage of mass production. The overall strength structure of the third-generation armor is far inferior to that of the first-generation armor. It does not have the strong and resurrected demon flesh and blood as a connecting and buffering structure. If it is hit from the front by a cannonball, the precision metal machinery will quickly collapse. , even with the protection of external armor, it is difficult to buffer the impact caused by the interior.
Blood flowed along the cracks, mixed with the leaked engine oil, and steam continued to spurt from the damaged location. Fortunately, the engine was still running, and Blue Jade could continue to move.
"Hold Ascalon!"
Shrike shouted loudly, the weapon master was walking towards Blue Jade. The second generation armor relied on part of the demon flesh and blood, and was much stronger than the third generation armor. Such a fierce battle only made a lot more weapon masters. Just scratches.
Counterattack gunshots continued, and the soldiers seemed to have seen hope. They increased their firepower to suppress the demons who climbed onto the deck. They fired continuously from the side. Some even picked up harpoons to attack these demons who were trying to climb along the deck. The monster that climbed up the cannon door.
After so many days of getting along and fighting, everyone knows what the white flames and the ferocious figure represent. Although he sometimes behaves like a cerebral palsy, it is undeniable that in this situation, he will always He is the most reliable expert.
Like a dim light.
In the absolute darkness, a flame is almost extinguished, but still burning and flickering. It releases a dim light, making people hiding in the darkness no longer afraid, attracting people to come, and calling the evil ghosts to go. .
The white flame burned like an exploding flare, and the Dawn Advance launched its counterattack.
The whistle blew loudly and the boiler burned crazily, sending raging water vapor into the sky. The Morning Glory Advance was like a steel giant that came to life. It breathed hot white gas and set off huge waves on the sea.
Under Notal's helm, the Morning Glory Advance finally sailed away from the steel wreckage on the ground. Now all it has to do is accelerate all the way and escape from here.
A strong wind blew in my face, bringing a biting chill.
This acceleration is not obvious, but the distance will gradually increase in the next time. The armored ships tried to pursue, but now someone far more troublesome than the Morning Glory Advance appeared on their ship. .
Amid the blazing fire, the Black Angel strode forward, this time its posture was full of ominousness.
Every warrior could feel that the iron-like pressure made them almost breathless. Some warriors who were too close to the Black Angel even lost consciousness. They lay calmly in the sea of ​​​​fire, letting the fire Burning their bodies until they were reduced to ashes.
The demon flesh and blood grew wantonly. This time, they even broke through the limitations of the armor and covered it directly. The scarlet flesh and blood were entangled with each other. One after another, hard and sharp iron feathers grew and were densely covered on its body. .
The roar of the cannon sounded, and the heavy projectile directly hit the Black Angel. This time, the Black Angel had no intention of avoiding it and directly resisted the blow with his body. The whole body was slightly distorted, but it was quickly corrected by the proliferated flesh and blood. Coming back, the tough muscles pulled the metal and discarded the broken iron feathers.
It bent over, crawling like a beast, its back was covered with sword blades, rising and falling slightly with its breathing.
The sharp sound was like a baby's cry. Everything happened too fast. The bowed figure popped up in an instant, spanning the entire burning deck. It dragged fireworks and sword blades, smashing and burning everything in its path. .
The warriors attacked expressionlessly. Some of them were defeated by the suppressed erosion before they could get close to the Black Angel. Some of them were weakly demonized when they fell, but they were soon swallowed up by the fire.
Zeou watched all this quietly, the darkness covering his entire body, and only one bloodshot eye was illuminated by the light that penetrated the gap.
He remembered the figure in the sea of ​​fire. Since he was saved by the epidemic doctor, he could see this figure every time he fell asleep. It stood in the blazing fire, destroying Zeou's world and giving him the deepest despair and humiliation. .
Heavy breathing sounded, and it was unclear whether it was fear or excitement. Zeo trembled slightly, and the ferocious silhouette in the darkness swayed along with it.
The ferocious and deformed palm pressed against the gap. As long as Zeo used force, he could push it open and escape from this dark prison, but he suddenly stopped and contained the ecstasy and desire in his heart.
"No... it's not the time yet. God Odin, please wait for me a few more days."
Zeo suppressed the restlessness in his heart. He repeatedly persuaded himself and slowly retreated until darkness completely enveloped him.
Among the attacking armored ships, three of them were traveling at a much slower speed. They slowly separated from the pursuing team and maintained a relatively safe position while suppressing fire.
This was Zeo's order. He knew very well that the Black Angel had the ability to move in the air. Fortunately, the weather was normal now and there was no storm to help it this time. However, for safety, he still chose to keep a certain distance to avoid the Black Angel. Angel's Raid.
As for the armored ships attacked by the Black Angel, when the white flames rose, Zeo knew very clearly that there was no possibility of their survival. For such a powerful individual soldier, everyone on the armored ship was waiting to be slaughtered. Lamb, sinking is only a matter of time.
Bloody killings were going on, and plasma and internal organs were gushing out with the swing of thousands of blades. This brutal scene was simply a picture of hell, but no one was afraid of it. The soldiers moved forward expressionlessly, doing their best to Giving Black Angel damage.
Other armored ships that have not yet been affected by the Black Angel are chasing the Morning Glory Advance. They know very well that they will soon be thrown away by the Morning Glory Advance, so the artillery fire becomes more intense, vowing to attack the Morning Glory Advance. Disappearing from sight causes more damage.
"Has everything been solved?"
Shrike shouted, and now he has cleared away all the demons on the deck. Thanks to the Black Angel's suppression of the iron-clad ship, they have some breathing space to solve these troubles on the deck first.
"There are still a few more in the cabin, we just killed them."
Heybold crawled out from behind the hatch, out of breath, bloody and emptied of ammo in his thermite rifle.
There were sounds of falling into the water, and soldiers were seen pushing the heavy corpses and throwing them into the sea through the damaged gap on the side. One after another, the hideous corpses fell into the sea, and scarlet blood flowed on the deck. The shrike began to hope that a heavy rain would wash them away.
"Where's Lorenzo? Leave him there alone?"
As Hebold spoke, he glanced at the sea of ​​burning fire behind him and could see ferocious shadows dancing on it.
It had already destroyed an ironclad ship, and this time it was done even more roughly than before. As if Lorenzo was not afraid of getting hurt, he was destroying the deck under his feet crazily, causing raging fire to penetrate the entire hull until he detonated the ammunition chamber, bursts of After the explosion, a chain reaction reached the boiler room, giving it a fatal blow.
The Black Angel was also affected by the explosion, but soon the hook was quickly shot out, dragging it out of the sea of ​​fire. The figure jumped high and spread its wings. This time, it may be due to the excessive increase in the value of flesh and blood. Its wingspan It is much wider than before, and the huge wings are like some kind of evil monster. It walked out of the story and descended into this cruel reality.
The Morning Glory Advance watched all this from a distance, and everyone was shocked by this crazy scenery.
"Lorenzo Holmes...he's a terrible person, but he also has a lot of things that are barely charming at times."
The weapons division parked aside. Although it was temporarily out of danger, the shelling from both sides had not stopped. Water splashed one after another on the sea, and some shells missed the armor. Shrike still remained vigilant and did not jump from the weapons division. Get out of it.
"For example?" Haybold threw the thermite rifle aside and sat down. The continuous battles made him very tired.
"For example, now, no matter how bad the Jedi are, as long as Lorenzo is not dead, people always think that we still have hope of making a comeback," Shrike thought for a while and continued, "It's like the incarnation of hope, the goddess of victory or something like that. of?"
A sacred female sculpture was sketched in his mind. She was holding a sword and a shield, but her appearance was that of Lorenzo. When he thought about this image, Shrike felt strange.
"Speaking of which, it does look a bit similar."
Heibald thought about his experience with Lorenzo, and it seemed that this was really the case. He thought he would die in Maruli, but not only did he come back alive, he also survived until now without any danger.
Thinking about it carefully, every time he fell into death, it seemed to be related to Lorenzo, and every time he was able to bring others alive, I don't know if it was luck or unlucky.
"So sometimes I wonder, what if Lorenzo died one day?"
Shrike said suddenly.
These words made Heibald startled. He was a little dazed and didn't understand why Shrike would say such words.
The appearance of the Black Angel is like a shot in the arm, not only restoring morale, but also severely damaging the opponent. Why would you say such gloomy words at this time?
"What if one day, this incarnation of hope dies?" Shrike looked very distressed, "No one is immortal, even Lorenzo came back from the dead once, but miracles don't happen every time. …”
"Shrike..." Haybold wanted to say something.
"Don't worry, I just thought of something...it's coming."
Shrike said as he saw the fire rising above the sea.
After destroying the iron-clad ship, the Black Angel leaped high with the impact of the hook and the explosion, spread its expanded wings, and attacked another nearby iron-clad ship. It rushed along the gun port on the side, The hideous and huge figure clawed at the surrounding things frantically, and forced its huge body into it.
It was like maggots burrowing into a corpse, eating away at the enemy from the inside. Flames surged through the cabin. In such a narrow place, the soldiers had no ability to fight against the Black Angel. They raised their guns, and all they could see was a mass of friction. The metal is rolling forward, and the sharp wings are cutting the steel on the way.
Destroy cabins and structures, kill everyone, and spread fire to every corner until it breaks through the deck of the ironclad ship like a newborn baby and crawls out covered in blood.
At this moment, the Black Angel has become completely distorted. It no longer looks like a knight with iron feathers, but like a monster with sheared feathers. It makes a bloodthirsty gasp, and then spreads its wings again.
The enemy has not been completely eradicated, but the Black Angel has no time to continue fighting. On this calm sea, there is no storm for it to take advantage of and continue to drag it down. With the fuel tank it carries, it will be difficult for it to catch up with Chenhui's advance. Number.
Once it sinks into the sea, the Black Angel itself has no ability to save itself, and it must leave at this moment.
It rose into the sky, burning with white fireworks, making it look like a falling meteor. It crossed a long distance and came to the sky above the Morning Glory Advance. Then it shot out a hook and landed steadily on the mess. on the deck.
Several people gathered around excitedly, but after seeing the appearance of Black Angel clearly, their steps suddenly stopped and they did not move forward.
Due to the limitation of distance, everyone could not observe clearly before. Now the Black Angel appeared in front of us, and his ferocious posture was completely exposed.
The demon flesh and blood on the armor is growing out of control. At this moment, it looks like a twisted product of the combination of flesh and metal. Scarlet eyeballs can be seen one after another on the visor. They are sweeping around, like An armored demon.
"Lo...Lorenzo."
Seliu stood not far away and stopped, looking at this with some disbelief.
The alarm of the Geiger counter continued, and the Black Angel exuded terrible erosion, but soon the scarlet eyes closed and withered, and the proliferated flesh began to shrink. The intensity of the erosion dropped sharply, and at the same time, a voice sounded.
"Wait for me at that cliff."
The voice sounded, and everyone was in a daze. For some reason, they felt that the voice did not come from under the armor, but directly in their minds.
Black Angel pointed to the other end of the sea, which was the cliff behind Lingbing Bay. Under the continuous pursuit, they had arrived here unknowingly.
But others obviously don't understand what Lorenzo means. Now that he is here, why should he go there and wait for him?
The Black Angel did not respond, and the engine stalled. It seemed that the soul that dominated this body disappeared. It seemed to be dead, with its head lowered, standing in place like a sculpture.
"Have you lost consciousness?"
Shrike had seen similar scenes, he had also experienced them. Although he didn't understand how Lorenzo could lose consciousness, the weapons master still walked over quickly.
The armor on Black Angel's back lifted up under the pull of flesh and blood, and bursts of hot white gas and smelly blood rose from the cracked cracks. The weapons master looked into the depths of the darkness, only to find that there was no one inside the armor.
The strange coldness touched the shrike's heart.
(End of this chapter)