Embers of Embers

Chapter 555 The Storm Is Coming
Endless sparks burst out in the darkness. It was so bright, far more brilliant than the blue jadeite could release.
"Look down!"
Someone shouted from the end of the darkness.
Lan Jade immediately threw away the hot thermite rifle, and her exposed skin was burned and turned bright red. But there was no time to cry out in pain now, so Lan Jade lay directly on the ground.
The staggering Shrike paused for a moment. His face was covered in blood, and his expression could not be seen clearly. It was not clear whether he heard the voice command or whether the Shrike had exhausted all his strength.
Shrike's movements were very standard. There was no unnecessary movement. He simply fell down on his back, like a corpse. Then, burning thermite bombs crisscrossed the corridor and traveled crazily over Shrike and Blue Jade.
The intensive firepower suppressed and destroyed all the demons in an instant. The high-temperature metal adhered to their bodies. The demons waved their sharp claws, trying to peel these scorching objects away from their bodies. In their madness, they tore off large areas of flesh and blood, but It's all useless.
The instantaneous high temperature directly burned and carbonized the flesh and blood, the skin was melted through, and the internal organs under the skin were burned to ashes. The demons gasped in pain, and fine ashes rose from their mouths with painful breathing. Seeing the fiery red light rising from their mouths, the high-temperature gas that passed by immediately burned their respiratory tracts into a ball of sticky flesh.
As if being strangled by the throat, the demon struggled in the pain of suffocation and burning.
The sound of footsteps sounded, and the folding knife easily broke through the demons. The figure quickly killed the demons in this state. He did not stop, but like a wild bull, he directly chopped down the remaining few who had no time to kill. The demon was knocked over directly.
"Are you still alive!"
Hibold galloped all the way over, he didn't stop much, he picked up the Shrike directly, carried him on his shoulders, and then ran towards the blue emerald.
"Probably... for the first time, I think you Vikings are quite pleasing to the eye."
The shrike's voice was very weak, but he still said a bad thing that was not so funny.
"That's an honor."
Haibod grabbed Lan Jade, and his tall figure came into use at this moment. He directly put Lan Jade under his arm and continued running. Although Lan Jade was a little confused, he still obeyed Haibod. at the mercy of.
"It's not safe here. I'll take you to the medical cabin first."
Without stopping, Haybold led the two of them towards the medical cabin.
"What about those guys? Let them deal with the monsters?"
Shrike asked, probably because of the blood loss. He felt that his mind had become hazy again, and he couldn't figure out where Hibald appeared from.
"You have to believe in the firepower of the patrol team. We have eliminated many monsters along the way, but there are basically no survivors. You are lucky to have survived until we come."
As Hebold spoke, the gunshots behind him became louder. The patrols held up thermite rifles to suppress the demons. In this corridor without cover, the demons had nowhere to hide.
After entering the Sea of ​​Silence, Haybold led a patrol on the Morning Glory Advance. He had already been approaching here when he heard the gunfire, but there were too many monsters on the road, which delayed his time.
"What's the situation now? How far has the demon spread?"
After hearing this, Shrike became a little more energetic. The condition of the Dawn Advance was extremely important, and it was directly related to whether they could complete the operation.
"Fortunately, although many people have turned into monsters, our control is still in time. Some unimportant areas have been blocked. There may still be some monsters wandering inside, but they cannot affect us. Some important areas are blocked. It's heavily guarded." Haybold told everything he knew.
After hearing this, Shrike felt a lot more relieved. The Morning Glory Advance was specifically designed by the Perpetual Pump. Each area has a blockade mechanism. If a certain area falls, just block it. Although the demons still exist. , but it will not affect the normal operation of other areas for the time being.
"You should understand this better than I do. Aren't your purification agencies professional in dealing with this kind of situation?"
Heibald walked up the stairs as he spoke. The scene along the way was very tragic, with corpses and blood everywhere. It seemed that Shrike was not the first unlucky man to encounter a demon.
"Also, stop talking, Shrike, you need to rest."
Haybold said this time extremely seriously.
Shrike was speechless. His eyelids were drooped and his eyes were dull. He was not yet unconscious, but he was not awake at all.
Lan Jade remained silent, but her eyes were always fixed on the shrike on Hebold's shoulder. His condition was very bad, extremely bad.
Shrike was like a bloody man, his body covered with scarlet liquid, both from the demon and his own. There were wounds cut by sharp claws all over his body, and there were several puncture wounds on his legs. The worst of all was His cheeks and neck were previously infected by those red tentacles. After forcing himself to break away, Lan Jade discovered that the tentacles had left fine blood holes one after another on the shrike's skin.
It was as if there were countless spikes piercing through his skin. The tragic injuries made Lan Jade dare not continue to look at it.
"It's me! Get out of the way!"
Haybold shouted. In the darkness ahead, several burning flames moved to both sides after hearing his voice. It wasn't until they got closer that Lan Jade could see clearly that they were one after another holding thermite rifles. Soldiers, they're standing outside the medical bay.
Rather than saying it is a medical cabin, a more appropriate name should be called a medical area. After all, we are fighting monsters and exploring the unknown sea of ​​solitude. A large area on board the Morning Glory Advance belongs to the medical area, and is managed by doctors from Black Mountain Hospital. .
Beneath it is the warehouse and weapons room of the Perpetual Pump. Scattered around the Morning Glory Advance are the soldiers of the purification agency. This is an internal unity and cooperation operation, and all forces are mobilized. .
There were corpses and blood everywhere beside the gate. In addition to the soldiers stationed there, there were also demon corpses that some people were cleaning up.
They tore off the identity plates from the demon corpses and dragged the corpses to the other end of the corridor. There was a huge gap there, which was damaged by shells during the naval battle. From here, the dark silence of the outside world could be reached directly. They threw the monster's corpse into the sea. Except for the sound of water splashing when it fell, there was no sound in the silent night.
There should be a funeral here, but there is nothing, just mechanical work, everyone's eyes are red and they are clenching their weapons.
"doctor!"
Heibald shouted and threw Shrike on the ground. The hospital bed was already full, so he could only make do with it and stay here for now. As for Lan Jade, she wouldn't die for a while anyway, so she just sat aside honestly. , picked up a few bandages and re-bandaged the open wounds for himself. .
Some doctors recognized Shrike. As one of the leaders of this operation, his life was obviously more important. Several doctors immediately freed their hands from the rush and rushed to Shrike's side to treat his wounds.
Regardless of anything else, he first took a dose of Florund's potion to keep the shrike awake, and then used scissors to cut open his clothes and perform simple sutures on the wound.
In an environment shrouded by erosion, wakefulness became extremely important. There was no means of paralysis, and some were just constant injections of Florund's medicine to ensure that Shrike remained conscious.
This was not just the case for Shrike, but for everyone who received treatment. The doctor did not do any paralysis to the patient and directly treated the injury.
Heibald was a little at a loss. It was not that he had never seen cruel paintings, but compared with here, the things he saw seemed a little worse.
Whether it is a powerful enemy or a demon, it all comes from the pressure and fear from the outside world, but being here, Haibold can clearly feel the despair and mourning that are almost solidified.
The fragility of human beings is shown without reservation, but similarly, the stubbornness of human beings is also shown here. Even if it is so painful, we must live strong.
The patients let out bursts of screams, and the sounds interacted with each other. Some people bit their towels hard to suppress the clear pain, while others blushed and gasped reluctantly.
Not only were the patients under great pressure, but the doctors were not much stronger either. Haibold could hear the sound of saws grinding. From behind a white curtain, the doctors seemed to be cutting something, with bone fragments and meat scraps flying and spraying. The blood was covered with white in the blink of an eye.
Haybold could hear a dull whine. He didn't know what the patient was going through, but he could see the curtain shaking violently. After a while, it finally calmed down. The doctor came out, covered in blood. There was still a slight smell of urine, and with the bloody severed limb in his hand, Hebold didn't dare to look at it anymore.
"Shrike..."
Heibald was about to say something when he saw a calm-looking shrike.
He was lying on the ground, with only a thin mattress spread under him. Doctors surrounded him and sutured his wounds. From Hebold's angle, he could clearly see Shrike's cut flesh and metal. The tweezers rummaged through the fragments, and he could even see the blood vessels surging behind the diaphragm.
Human beings are like machines, dismantled without reservation.
Haybold felt his stomach churn, and he almost vomited it out, but he finally held it back.
Lan Jade also stood aside. She didn't dare to look at this scene. They had already gone deep into the Sea of ​​Silence, and there were countless dangers lurking in the cabin. They had no backup and no retreat, so they could only drive towards the end of darkness. .
"It's time for you to go on patrol, Highbould."
Shrike said with difficulty, as if he couldn't feel the pain, and there was no emotion on his face.
It stands to reason that after being injected with Florund's medicine, Shrike's consciousness will be very clear, and the pain in every part will be extremely intensely conveyed to him. He will whine and struggle like other patients.
But now Shrike had no emotional reaction. He endured this silently. This calm demeanor only made Heibald feel even more horrified.
He swallowed and then said.
"I understand. I'm going to inform Lorenzo about this."
"Take this to him," Shrike said again.
He couldn't move, but Lan Jade seemed to know what he meant. She slowly stood up, came to Shrike's side, picked up the blood-soaked revolver, and handed it to Haybold.
"He'll use it."
Shrike ordered.
With his injuries, even if he survived and was rescued, Shrike didn't feel like he could make much contribution to this operation.
Everyone is a firewood waiting to burn, burning in the right place, releasing light to light up the darkness.
Shrike thought that he would burn in some more critical positions, whether it was to burn the enemy or himself, at least to allow his lingering soul to show greater value.
[How to test a person's value. 】
[Let him face death. 】
[Look at the choices he made. 】
Shrike looked to the other side. Blue Jade was standing aside covered in blood. After handing Hebold the death knell, she wrapped the bandages on her own, wrapped them tighter, and then waited for someone. The doctor who had his hands free gave her a diagnosis.
He failed to make any major changes, nor did he reverse a decadent battle. In the end, all Shrike could do was save Lan Jade, and just save one person, that's all.
But that's enough.
Haybold wiped the blood-covered death knell until it revealed its original silvery color, and the ghosts and gods carved on the bomb nest were still clearly visible.
He was a little hesitant. After getting along for such a long time, Hebold also realized that Shrike was a fetishist. He and this gun had never been separated, but this time he asked to pass the weapon to Lorenzo.
Is this a sudden enlightenment between life and death?Do you realize that guns and other things are all external possessions?
Haybold couldn't figure it out, and he didn't bother to ask. He picked up the thermite rifle and left the medical cabin with a few soldiers.
The door behind him slowly closed. In the dim cabin, gunshots and wails continued. There was still a thick darkness outside the portholes. It was as if the entire Morning Glory Advance had entered a nightmare that would never end.
Thinking of this, Heibald suddenly stopped walking, and the biting chill spread along the spine to the limbs and veins until the body stiffened into a sculpture, making it difficult to move.
"What's wrong?"
Heibald felt that this strange feeling was somewhat familiar. He looked at the soldiers following him. From their stunned eyes, Heibald knew that they had the same feeling as him.
Then a familiar voice rang in their minds, just like it had in Maluri Port, Lorenzo yelling in everyone's mind.
[Everyone!Enemy attack, prepare to fight! 】
After the sound fell, the entire hull trembled violently. Heybold quickly ran to the porthole, and he saw it.
It was not the Dawn Advance that was restless, but the entire sea. The Sea of ​​Silence was boiling and rolling, just as Shrike remembered. Then in the dark world, bright pillars of light rose at the end of the sea level, and they swept across Crossing the top of the sea, falling towards the other end of the other shore.
Hibold's face was pressed against the glass, and the infinite light was reflected in his eyes.
The dark world was completely shattered by the rising light. As the night collapsed, Hebold saw the large ships appearing in the distance. The rising light revealed their positions, and now they were heading towards the morning glow. The number is coming.
Further back of the big ships, the storm, surrounded by wind, rain, thunder and lightning, slowly moved forward, like an iron curtain of despair.
(End of this chapter)