Embers of Embers

Chapter 554 Starfire
In the thick and deep darkness, the Dawn Advance advanced alone.
Under the extremely long darkness, everyone who exists here is undergoing tests and tortures in their hearts. Some people cannot continue to be strong and can only sink into the darkness, while others are driven crazy by rage, roaring and destroying everything. of enemies.
Lan Jade leaned to the side nervously, making way for Shrike's trajectory. The bullet passed by her, bringing with it an explosion of fire. The metals collided with each other, destroying the demon's body inch by inch until it turned into pieces of flesh and flesh. The sticky substance mixed with dirty blood spread evenly on the ground.
Witnessing the bloody hell, reloading and firing again, Shrike repeatedly pulled the trigger, and the loud bells overlapped, taking away everyone's hearing.
Even so, the demons still did not retreat. They wore uniforms that were familiar to Shrike, and had faces he had seen before. They then revealed hateful expressions and fangs, and their alienated limbs scratched the door frame, squeezing each other, and vying for the first place. Climb into the cabin.
Shrike loaded the weapon again. The caliber of the death knell itself was extremely large. Coupled with the specially-made ammunition, each blow could easily penetrate all obstacles, and the impact brought by it would also continuously push the demons back.
This gave the two a little chance to breathe, but not much. Every time they were forced back, the demons would take a step further, stepping on the broken corpses like bloated balls of flesh, trying to squeeze into the small room.
"Jackknife!"
Shrike shouted, Blue Emerald was about to throw the jackknife at the Shrike, even though it was full of gaps, as long as it could be swung, it was a weapon.
One hand held up the knell, the other the jackknife.
The Shrike strode forward, firing as he swung the jackknife, slashing viciously at those arms that tried to reach into the room.
The arms waving vigorously were like wildly dancing seaweed. Under the sharp blows, they fell off one by one, revealing pale bones, mixed with the filth on the ground.
Lan Jade looked at this ghostly figure, which was a gesture she had never seen before.
Waves of low roars also slowly sounded during the slashes of the folding knife. The shrike gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, swallowed the smelly blood and air into his belly, and once again swung a slash that could break steel.
Shrike is somewhat similar to Lorenzo. He also lost once, and he lost completely. Since then, Shrike has completely given up all his ridiculous ideas. He followed Arthur's arrangement and became the emperor of the lower city. From then on, he and Goodbye to the good light.
There is no such thing as benevolence, righteousness, and morality; there is only the pursuit of ends without sacrificing means.
"I won't lose again, Lorenzo."
Recalling what Lorenzo had said to himself, Shrike glared angrily, blue veins filling his eye sockets, and tightened the trigger.
"At least we won't lose here."
Deathstroke fired again. It was like a piercing sword, piercing through the demon's body. Drenched in blood, the Shrike advanced again. He shouldered the broken and twisted hatch.
Under Shrike's fire and the monsters' gnawing, the hatch has become riddled with holes. As Shrike resists the twisted steel, one can see that due to the squeeze and confrontation, the hatch is constantly being fired from the gun holes. Blood gushed out.
"Shrike!"
Lan Jade exclaimed, from her perspective, the shrike seemed to have rushed into this mass of flesh and blood seaweed, with countless sharp claws and fangs swaying beside him, as if the shrike would appear next second. torn to pieces.
"Follow me, Blue Jade."
Shrike shouted against the twisted steel.
The shrike did not die in the wildly dancing seaweed. The broken hatch was like a shield, separating the shrike from the monsters.
But this does not mean that Shrike is safe now. There is only a few millimeters of steel between him and the God of Death, and now the steel has been twisted and damaged. It blocks most of Shrike's torso, but there are still some sharp claws. They poked out of the previous damage, cutting the shrike's limbs, and some directly pierced his thighs.
The stench of blood rushed to his face, and the shrike could see the faces of the demons through the gaps. The mouthparts covered with barbs were split open, filled with sticky liquid, and the slender tongue was still licking greedily. Craving for living flesh and blood.
"I...I can still be reliable for once."
The shrike's voice was a bit choppy due to the tension.
The folding knife was raised and stabbed, and it was inserted firmly into the door panel like a handle. Then the shrike began to exert force, as if he could not feel the pain. Even if his thigh was stabbed by a sharp claw, he still stepped hard, every time he advanced There is only such a tiny distance, but after repeated attempts to struggle, this tiny distance has become far away.
go ahead.
keep going.
Lan Jade watched all this in astonishment. Shrike was slowly advancing forward. He pushed against the door panel, stepped on the corpses and filth, and actually pushed the demons behind the door up, pushing them out of the cabin little by little.
The demons were also driven crazy by this squeezing. They intensified their intention to attack. Several arms had already crossed the door panel. They grabbed the shrike fiercely, tore his clothes apart, and left a series of streaks on the mortal body. A scarlet wound.
But the mortals didn't stop.
Shrike pressed against the door panel with all his strength. Only Deathstroke could still fire from time to time. However, due to the limitation of bullets, every bullet was extremely precious when it was impossible to change bullets. More importantly, these attacks came from Shrike. Behind him, he was wrapped in seaweed of flesh and blood, unable to defend himself at all.
In fact, he didn't think about defense. As long as he pushed these guys out, the cabin would no longer be a desperate place. Although he didn't know whether he could outrun the monsters, it would be better than being eaten like a can here.
"What's so unreliable! What are you doing!"
Lan Jade yelled and lifted up the chair, hitting the claws of the scratching shrike hard. The chair was directly smashed. She held up the broken chair leg and stabbed an exposed arm hard. On top of it, blood spurted out, washing the blue jade from top to bottom.
Now she felt like she was in a terrible slaughterhouse. Either she had killed these monsters, or these monsters had killed her, and one of the butchers had gone crazy.
Shrike felt like he was crazy to Lan Jade. Crazy is not the right word to describe him. He seemed to have a serious problem with waking up. He was woken up from a sweet dream, and then fell directly into the madness of fighting when he woke up. .
Mortals are powerless. Shrike cannot achieve the power of Lorenzo. He cannot easily cut down these demons. Shrike can only do his best clumsily.
Although ridiculous, this is the limit that the shrike can do.
His pupils were blurred by the spilled blood, everything within his field of vision turned bright red, and even the faces of the demons became more twisted and hateful.
It was as if I was in hell at the moment.
The Shrike was not afraid. He had long been used to it. If there really was a God of Death, the Shrike might say hello to him and call him "Old Friend."
Thinking back carefully, it was the same at that time. He and Lan Jade were trapped in the torrent of demons. But at that time, Shrike still had the Original Sin Armor, but now he only has a revolver with little ammunition. And a folding knife full of cuts.
Just like that time, Shrike remembered that he almost lost consciousness in the Original Sin Armor. Blue Jade saved him when he was about to die and dragged him out of the prison of death.
The shrike's figure was completely integrated into the flesh and blood seaweed, with sharp claws and fangs, as well as some scarlet hairs like tentacles, which adhered to the shrike's skin, sucking the blood.
Go ahead and push these damn guys out.
But gradually, the shrike's pace stopped, and Lan Jade tried to pull the shrike out, but the wildly dancing claws and tentacles gave her no chance to get close. Under the dim light, Lan Jade could no longer find her for a while. Shrike silhouette.
"Shrike!"
Lan Jade shouted anxiously that Shrike's strategy was wrong. His strength could not resist so many demons. He still fell down under the stalemate.
The demons' squirming intensified, their tentacles dancing wildly, almost touching the blue jade standing behind.
She was not in a bad mood. Anyway, she thought she was going to die here early in the morning. Compared with the expected death, Lan Jade has lived a few more minutes. No matter how you think about it, she has made a lot of money.
only……
"Shrike, what are you doing!"
Lan Jade shouted helplessly again.
She didn't understand Shrike's thoughts from the beginning to the end. First, this guy fell asleep to death, and then he said some strange words and got angry and attacked the monster.
The whole process had an inexplicable and strange feeling like sleepwalking. In the end, I was trapped in the strangulation of the demon and there was no sound anymore.
For a while, Lan Jade couldn't even feel any sadness, but there was no time to be sad anyway.
Lan Jade picked up the blood-stained chair leg with one hand. The wood cracked, revealing sharp wooden thorns. She was considering whether to fight until the end of her life, or to give herself a slap on her throat.
Shrike had already died before her, and she had fulfilled her duty to the last moment.
"You saved me once, this time I'll save you, Lan Jade."
Suddenly there was a sound, the shrike was not dead, this guy raised his head again, his face was as ferocious as a demon.
"I remember it was just your arm that was injured, right?"
Before Lan Jade could say anything, Shrike roared and picked up his stopped pace again.
Shrike is not dead, he is just a little too tired. The silence just now is recovering his physical strength. Although his body is covered with wounds, he can still drive his body, release his strength, and resist in vain. This is enough .
There was a sudden sound of gunfire, emptying all the remaining bullets. The door panel in front of him was completely shattered in an instant, along with the demons who were fighting against the shrike.
In the wailing sound, the flesh and blood body fell apart.
Shrike mustered up his strength and pushed out in one breath, pushing Death out of the door.
"run!"
When Shrike pushed the demon out of the cabin, Blue Jade took action. She hugged her injured arm tightly and rushed out from Shrike's side. She was very fast and nimbly crossed one obstacle after another and rushed into the corridor.
The cold air hit her face, dispelling the heat on her cheeks. Lan Jade couldn't believe that she could escape. She thought she would die in this hellish place, but now she saw a chance to survive.
There are no monsters in the corridor. It seems that all the nearby monsters have been gathered here. Looking back, you can see the monsters killed in the previous battle. They fell to the ground and were ravaged by other monsters at will, turning into groups. A mass of unidentifiable blood.
"Shrike..."
Lan Jade called that name with some joy, never expecting that Shrike would also have a reliable life, which surprised and delighted Lan Jade.
Gradually, the joy disappeared, and no one responded to Lan Jade's words. She looked over and saw only a silent struggling figure.
Shrike is a mortal after all. He has used up all his strength to push these monsters away and make way for Blue Jade to be born. Now he can only wave the folding knife tiredly and make a final resistance.
The demons surrounded him heavily. In just a few seconds, Shrike already had several wounds on his body. He was about to die, but he didn't ask for help. He didn't even look at Lan Jade, as if he was trying to open a way out. At that time, Lan Feicui should have escaped all the way, instead of standing there stupidly, looking at herself.
Shrike has been in pain, stemming from the nightmare he had ten years ago.
He walked out of the Silent Sea alive and returned to Yin Erweg. Shrike knew very well what the price of his survival was. He often wondered whether everything would be different if Lancelot had survived. .
Can you really do those things yourself?Can you really show your due value?Does it mean that you should be the one who should stay in the Sea of ​​Silence?
In fact, Shrike was a very lucky man. In his life, he went deep into countless dangerous places, but every time he came back alive. Even if he was really visited by the God of Death, someone would save him at the critical moment. Let his life, which should have ended long ago, continue again.
This time it was up to the Shrike to save the others.
The folding knife cut into the demon's neck, but due to the cracked blade, it was impossible to continue cutting. The shrike grabbed the folding knife with a low growl, pressed down hard with both hands, and cut open the monster's flesh and blood, cutting the ferocious monster into pieces. The head was completely chopped off.
Then severe pain came from behind, the sharp claws cut open the shrike's back, and then the sharp claws dilated in the pupils.
He is going to die.
The hot breath emerged, but Shrike didn't see clearly what it was. In short, he only saw a dazzling light, a burning smell lingering on the tip of his nose, the sharp claw that should have penetrated the chest was broken, and the demon roared and let out a painful roar.
Shrike looked at the other side of the corridor, more firelight spurted out, and the hot thermite bombs hit the demon's body. The semi-melted metal burned the flesh and blood and penetrated the bones underneath it.
Lan Jade squatted at the end of the corridor, holding the thermite rifle in one hand, and her injured arm clamped the hot barrel. With her arm injured, she could only achieve a more stable shot in this way. Fire.
She originally wanted to leave the shrike and escape. After all, there was no use leaving the blue jade here. But at the corner of the corridor, she picked up this thermite rifle that had been abandoned by the soldiers. After being transformed into a demon, the soldiers gave up. own weapons.
Now Lan Jade found some hope, so she turned back, covering Shrike and conducting fire suppression.
"It's your turn to run away! Shrike!"
Lan Jade felt like she was going to shout the air out of her lungs.
The sparks all over the sky were reflected in the Shrike's confused eyes. He stared blankly at the end of the corridor. His numb feet had some reaction, and then swayed uncontrollably.
go ahead.
Shrike ran toward the end of the corridor, his steps staggering, covered in blood, followed by countless monsters and abominations, but he never looked back.
Just like that, more sparks appeared, and they followed the Shrike's figure, piercing through the monster, evaporating blood, and completely lighting up the dark corridor.
(End of this chapter)