Embers of Embers

Chapter 628 Iron Whale
Percival was a little unable to describe his mood at the moment. He thought he was forced into a dead end by Roger, but the Anonymous's plan in advance took effect at this moment, and there were still Anonymous alive who joined the battle, but he was only one person, and his figure seemed So thin.
The antimemetic explosion was over. This was enough power to destroy a swarm of monsters. The effect on Roger only slightly slowed down his pace. Anonymous stepped back and approached the command room while still firing continuously.
Continuous gunfire sounded, and Roger finally felt a burst of pain. He lowered his head and saw that cracks had appeared on his armor at some point. It was probably due to the previous antimeme and gunfire. They concentrated here. One point finally left traces on the strong armor, and with these falling bullets, the armor completely cracked, damaging his flesh and blood.
It's just a scratch, no... not even a scratch.
The bullet was squeezed by the strong muscles, squeezed out from the breach, and then the dense hard proliferated to wrap up the damaged part again.
Roger looked ahead. At the end of the road, Anonymous looked at him expressionlessly, as if he had no emotion.
"Jiuxia people."
Roger said softly, swung his spike and jumped over.
Anonymous seemed to have no emotion, and the desire to kill him did not hinder him at all. When he saw that the gun was no longer effective, he immediately pulled out the folding knife plated with holy silver.
The speed of the human body reached its limit, and Anonymous barely dodged the attack from the monster. The long nails cut huge scars on his side. Once they fell on his body, Anonymous would be cut in half like other soldiers.
Swinging the folding knife, Anonymous had the only chance to hit Roger in such a narrow close range.
The folding knife slashed at the throat fiercely. Although there was a blockage from the armor, under the full blow, the folding knife still cut a few inches, and a large amount of blood gushed out.
Anonymous tried to use force to completely cut off Roger's head, but he couldn't do it. The flesh and blood proliferated rapidly, and the physical damage did not affect Roger too much at all.
Roger grabbed the knife-wielding hand of Anonymous and pressed it gently, and you could hear the bones cracking.
Without any suspense, the unknown figure knocked out and fell in front of Percival. The soldiers stretched out their hands and dragged him into the command room.
His arm was twisted, and the moment it came into contact with Roger, the huge force completely shattered his bones.
"You shouldn't have come out."
Percival said to Anonymous that he could hide completely, and those who fled here, exposing themselves now are only increasing the death toll.
Anonymous did not respond. His face was covered in blood, making it difficult to see his appearance, but a pair of calm eyes could be seen in the blood.
He stretched out his other hand with difficulty, drew a few circles next to his ear, and waved it randomly in front of him. Percival couldn't understand what he meant, but then the anonymous person gave her something. .
Silver crown.
Anonymous waved her hand again, only then did Percival realize that it was sign language, but she couldn't understand it at all, so she could only accept the crown, but before she could put it on, Roger's threat approached again.
Without thinking much, she turned around and pulled the trigger, leading the remaining soldiers to launch a final counterattack.
Percival knew very well that the defensive power of the Broken Dome could not stop Roger at all. What he could do was not fight to the death, but find ways to keep more people alive.
It is not the knight commander or the various high-ranking knights who make the purification agency run efficiently, but the huge number of people who make up this organization. They are the mainstay of the purification agency. Percival needs to keep these people alive. As long as they are still alive, the purification agency will The device is fully capable of quickly building another Shattered Dome in another place.
She wanted to drag Roger here to at least minimize the casualties. As for how to deal with these things in the future, it was left to Arthur and the others. She had done her duty.
All available weapons were firing at Roger, and in the chaotic fire, Roger rushed forward.
The torrent of metal had no power to stop him. In the dazzling firelight, he swung the spike, and the soldiers fell like straw. The blood evenly covered the wall, and the blood flowed into a river.
Some soldiers were not dead yet, but more metal penetrated his body, trying to penetrate Roger behind him as well.
With the ferocious face in sight, Percival smashed the switch and the heavy gate fell. This would be the last line of defense.
After hearing a heavy sound, the iron-gray door blocked Roger from the door. But there was no time to breathe. Sharp friction sounds were heard, and the metals were wailing. They were pulled and cut, revealing the fiery red edges and breaking.
The raging fireworks penetrated the gap, and flesh and bones exploded in front of her eyes, staining Percival's clothes. She pulled out her folding knife and tried to fight back.
The metal collapsed in the heat, and the monster came screaming with burning molten iron.
The jackknife and the spike collided together, and the steel was easily broken, and a huge force was transmitted to Percival's hand. The heavy force made her unable to hold the handle of the knife tightly. Just like Anonymous, she felt severe pain in her wrist. , broken iron flew, cutting his face.
Percival knocked backwards, and the broken knife hit the glass hard, causing dense cracks.
The howling wind sounded, and she used her only strength to rush forward, dodging the speeding spikes, which shattered the glass behind her. The cold wind rushed into the room, dissipating some of the heat, and the chill soaked into the remaining will.
This is not even resistance, just a weak hammering.
Percival took a deep breath, and she looked forward. Anonymous stood up in embarrassment. He opened fire again, hitting Roger with sparks, and Roger slashed casually. The already twisted arm was broken directly, and the severed limb was high. Gao abandoned it and smashed it aside.
Anonymous seems to be dead and has no sound.
Absolute power suppresses everyone. This is Roger's playground, and he occupies an absolute dominant position.
The huge despair devoured the remaining life. Percival could not think of any chance of winning. Severe pain came from her body. She suddenly felt that it would be good to collapse here.
Death doesn't seem so unacceptable.
Thoughts were interrupted.
Something far more terrifying than death was unfolding before Percival's eyes.
Roger casually mentioned a soldier who was not yet dead. He resisted in vain, his remaining courage was annihilated, and he cried out in grief.
But these were all useless actions. The two of them stared at each other briefly, and then the same blazing whiteness rolled up in the soldier's eyes, as if a fire was rising under his body.
A cold chill spread in his heart, and Percival remembered Lorenzo's warning to them.
The soldier's past, his memory, his soul...everything about him is displayed in front of Roger's eyes one by one, without any concealment.
Knead and crush little by little.
Roger let go of the soldier. The soldier's body was still active, but his will had long been torn apart, and he was thrown away like garbage.
His chest rose and fell slightly, he was still alive, but already dead.
Percival stood up with difficulty. She sensed the crisis, a crisis more terrifying than death, and clenched her fists tremblingly. At this time, Roger slowly raised his head and looked at Percival.
"Knight Commander, Percival."
Roger read her name, and at the same time, all the memories related to the soldier and Percival were recalled in his mind.
He smiled a chilling smile.
"So is this your core?" Roger looked around, and then looked at the depths of the tower at his feet, "There is also the underground..."
Percival took a deep breath, and she slowly leaned back, standing under the broken glass, with the boundless sky behind her.
She knew very well that she must not fall into Roger's hands. Once she was captured, the memories in her mind would be completely noticed by him, and everything in the organization would be purged, including the visiting Jiuxia people, the death row...
Suicide?
This can indeed block Roger's detection of himself, but in this situation, can he really do it?
At this close range, there was no effective weapon in his hand. More importantly, Percival guessed that he had already been under the influence of Roger, and it only took a moment for him to invade him.
"What...are you thinking about?"
asked Percival tremblingly.
"You are fully capable of killing me and getting everything you want, but why don't you do it?" Percival saw something, and she moved slowly, "Why do you tease the prey like this?"
"Or, what proof do you want from us?"
After Percival's words, she seemed to have found Roger's purpose.
"Yes, that's right. Are you eager to find the so-called disadvantages in us to prove the greatness of your idea?
Yes, that’s right, you have sacrificed too much by mistake, in order to continue this mistake and not deny yourself, you can only believe blindly, hypnotize yourself, and try to find the slightest evidence to prove that you are right. "
Percival mocked, as she moved slowly, she had arrived at the console. There were rising fireworks between her and Roger, interfering with her vision.
She only had one chance, just a few seconds.
Roger's eyes were gloomy, he was ridiculed by mortals again, and Percival made more ridicules in order to seek opportunities.
"No, you don't understand, you don't know the price I paid for this, you don't know what we are facing..."
Roger muttered to himself, suddenly he didn't want to tease anymore, he just wanted to end it as soon as possible.
It stands to reason that he should be ruthless, but in order to prove something, he makes mistakes again and again...
Sometimes Roger doubts himself. He shouldn't have made a mistake. Why does he do it again and again?Or is there still a human part in the depths of my soul that gives a "fair" fight?
I hope... I hope that for a moment, I can find the so-called opportunity to deny myself?
Roger didn't dare to think any more, his pupils were filled with anger, and his void consciousness crashed into Percival.
He would invade Percival's mind and get everything he wanted, but this time it didn't go so smoothly. He encountered some obstacles and was bounced away hard, but the obstacles were also full of cracks under his heavy blows.
The fireworks dispersed, and Percival wore a crown of holy silver.
This was left to Percival by Anonymous, and it became the key at this moment.
You can see that just as Roger was trying to invade Percival, Anonymous struggled to get up again, and he made his final sign language towards Percival.
Anonymous pointed at Percival with his index finger, made a fist with one hand, and stretched out his thumb upwards. Then he waved his hand and waved at Percival. To Roger.
The sharp knife pierced down along the cracks in the armor, and there was a faint scarlet overflow. Roger turned around and strangled Unnamed's head, and a blazing storm flashed in his eyes.
Without the protection of the Holy Silver, Anonymous's brain was completely uncovered. Roger easily invaded it, but there was only a blank waiting for him.
Anonymous is wrapped in a complex antimemetic mechanism. While protecting them, this power is also constantly invading their existence. The memory will collapse little by little until the "memory" of the brain is completely antimemetic. Because of occupation, there is only blank space left, and this is the end of all anonymity.
His end.
In his empty mind, there was nothing but a few commands. Under this treachery, he had lost his auditory cognition and the use of language for many years. Apart from the creed engraved into his soul, there was nothing .
Anonymous's eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul. Roger realized something was wrong, and he looked at Percival suddenly.
Anonymous Percival bought some time, and Percival knew exactly what to do next.
She picked up the pistol that fell on the ground and put the muzzle of the gun against her chin before Roger destroyed Holy Silver's defense.
Pull the trigger.
The expected death did not come, nothing happened.
Percival opened her eyes stiffly, watching all this dully, she let go, there was no bullet in the pistol, and his master fired all the ammunition before dying.
His mind went blank, and Percival had no idea at all, leaving only a desolate place, tremblingly welcoming Roger's arrival.
One second, two seconds...
After a brief delay of a few seconds, an explosion far more powerful than a gunshot sounded. In the roaring noise, all the glass shattered, and the strong wind rushed in, bringing with it cold raindrops.
Percival was rolled up by the impact, colliding with debris in the chaos until he stopped and fell.
Breathe, breathe heavily, feel the chill of death, and experience the joy of life.
She didn't know what happened. Logically speaking, there should be no changes. In her blurred vision, the familiar interior was covered in burning fire and molten iron. Percival could not find Roger.
what happened?
She didn't know, but then she heard it.
The piercing sound of the whistle came from the thick clouds, and then a bright light penetrated the smoke and shone on Percival. She turned her head, and the iron whale broke through the clouds and appeared outside the tower. .
(End of this chapter)