Embers of Embers

Chapter 656 Party
"Purge Mechanism, Lorenzo Holmes, Mechanical Institute, Pillars of the Furnace, Death Row..."
The demon made a low sound and spoke a series of vague words.
The eyes that should have been scarlet were filled with blazing white fire, as if there was another burning soul residing in this deformed body.
"So is this what you are guarding?"
The demon controlled by Roger lowered its head. It looked at the soldier in its hands, and saw that he seemed to have lost consciousness, his eyes were hollow and gray, and his body was limp, as if he had lost the support of his bones.
He still breathes, but in fact it's just the instinct of the flesh, the real him is dead.
The moment Roger invaded his [gap], his consciousness was torn apart and collapsed. Roger greedily devoured his memory, and found the purpose of purging the mechanism from the broken cracks.
"Death row..."
It murmured, a smile on its ferocious face.
This is the reason why the purification agency is so resistant. As long as it is destroyed, the will of these humans can be defeated, and then the great sublimation will come.
The soldiers were thrown away casually, and more monsters emerged from the darkness. They tore the soldiers into pieces and ate them up. There were more corpses in the ruins. The large Geiger counter was overturned and damaged, like a tombstone. , commemorating the fall of this place.
Scattered gunfire still echoed around, but it soon became quiet. The demon completely captured this stronghold, swallowing up the secrets hidden here.
The blazing whiteness in the demon's eyes also gradually faded away. As Roger left, its consciousness became hazy again and turned into an ordinary demon. Only the desire for flesh and blood remained in its mind.
They swept away the flesh and blood around them, then gathered into a tide and rushed towards the next target.
Farther away, within the defense line of the purge agency, the streets were already deserted. Citizens had been mobilized and took refuge. Only soldiers were left running around, transporting supplies and supporting the defense line.
It seemed as if all the living people disappeared in an instant, leaving only an empty city. Some doors had not had time to close, the windows kept flapping, and the wind lifted the curtains and rolled out of the house.
You can see that there is still light in the room, and there is a puppy walking out of the house through the rain and fog. The terrain here is higher, and the water only covers the soles of its feet.
The puppy barked in panic, looking for its little master, but under the rain and fog, no one responded to its call. After an unknown period of time, a hazy figure appeared at the end of the rain and fog.
He kicked his legs violently, splashing a lot of rainwater, and moved forward like a dance, humming a relaxing melody in his mouth.
Roger's dance was very elegant, and it had a special meaning in this situation. Unfortunately, there was no audience here. The only living thing was probably the puppy not far away.
It noticed Roger's arrival, bared its teeth and growled, the beast's instinct made it afraid of Roger.
"Are you lost?"
Roger stopped dancing, looked relaxed, squatted down, and gently rubbed the puppy's chin.
"It's terrible."
Roger was not angry when he saw the puppy's fangs. Instead, he smiled and rubbed them harder.
"No, no, kid, that's not how you demonstrate to the enemy," Roger whispered, "that's what it is."
After speaking, blazing fire ignited in Roger's eyes, as if there was another ferocious face covering his face.
Xie Yi and fangs, the scarlet eyes opened, reflecting the things in front of them like a kaleidoscope, as if they were in deep darkness.
Roger smiled, but what followed was great panic. The puppy let out a mournful cry. It fled from Roger's hands in fear, waded into the shadows with its tail between its legs.
Roger stood up and laughed as he watched the puppy escape.
"Run, child, to find your little master."
He has never felt more relaxed, just like his long-cherished wish will be fulfilled at this moment, Roger feels that he will complete the ultimate ideal, and after that...
"It's time for me to find my master, too."
Roger laughed playfully as he strolled down the empty streets. At the end of the road, in the desolate industrial area, the fire was not extinguished.
……
Cold, bone-chilling cold.
As if his body was frozen into the ice, Naven gradually couldn't feel where his body was and lost all consciousness. Even the pain was slowly being healed.
Is this... is this death?
Naven was confused, his thoughts were gradually freezing, and breathing became more and more difficult, but just when the darkness was about to swallow him completely, a pair of strong hands dragged him out of the water.
The man lifted him vigorously, and led him to move amid the roaring artillery fire.
"Ha ha……"
Naven breathed painfully. It felt good to be alive again, but it was also terrible. His lungs seemed to be ruptured, and every breath brought a huge amount of pain.
"What's going on? Sheriff."
Naven asked with difficulty. He is not a soldier of the purification agency, nor is he anonymous. He is just an ordinary citizen. The only thing that is not extraordinary is that his profession is a police officer.
This was a moment like a nightmare. No one told Naven what all this was going on. They could only pick up weapons in a hurry and protect themselves among the gunfire.
"Fortunately, those monsters were pushed back..."
The Sheriff did not continue, they all knew what would happen next, the monsters would come back, just like before.
Several repulsions, several returns, endless, just like this nightmare, it seems to have no end.
They protected the safety of the citizens under the heavy rain, but a few monsters who broke through the defense line disrupted the place. After the fighting broke out, the rioters arrived belatedly and killed these monsters, but still caused huge damage.
The Sheriff hoped someone would stay to protect them, but the rioters couldn't. They rushed to the defense line to fight the monsters.
The flowers of death are blooming everywhere, and everyone is trying their best to survive.
The rioters could not stay, and the only ones left behind were soldiers with weapons, but they could not take care of the citizens at all times, so the police officers stepped forward.
They used police posts to communicate with each other, stabilize order, evacuate citizens into the stronghold, and coordinate with the soldiers of the purge agency.
The hideous and deformed corpse fell to the side, with blood gurgling out of it.
Naven was a little afraid to look at this nightmarish creature. The young police officer could not imagine that there were such existences in the world. They were as strong as bulls and full of fangs and claws.
"Aren't you scared? Sheriff."
Naven asked. He was carried into the building by the police chief. The inner hall was crowded with citizens. People were running back and forth, dragging simple stretchers.
This place not only protects the citizens, but also serves as the logistics for the defense line. The wounded are evacuated here, and a large amount of materials are continuously transported here to maintain the defense line.
"Only those who are alive can feel fear. When they die, there is nothing."
The sergeant tried hard to remain calm and his expression was determined.
"You have a good rest."
He put Naven down, and medical staff rushed over. The brain pierced by a lancet was engraved on the white coat. The police chief had never seen such a sign, nor had he seen such a doctor.
The Sheriff didn't think too much. He had already seen too many new things today. It was as if the number of strange ghosts and ghosts he had encountered in the previous half of his life were not as many as what he had seen in this day.
Sighing, the order at the scene was relatively stable. The police chief expected that someone would be shouting, seeking the truth and finding out what was going on.
But as if they were frightened, most of the citizens had dull eyes and no reaction at all, as if their rationality had been completely destroyed by extreme fear.
They huddled together and remained silent. There was no sound of crying. The silence was a bit scary, but considering the current madness, the Sheriff didn't think there was anything strange about it.
Finally having some time to rest, he leaned against the wall, slowly raised his hand, and looked at the lines on his palm. The police chief's eyes looked a little confused.
In fact, being so calm is not like what Naven said. The reason why the Sheriff is so rational is because he feels a strange sense of familiarity with all this.
Yes, it's interesting. I actually feel familiar with such a crazy world, as if I have experienced it before.
In some...some nightmare that he was about to forget.
Now the nightmare overlaps with reality, and he is back here again.
His eyes were in a trance, as if he was about to fall into a vortex, when the alarm sounded.
"The defense line has been breached... take refuge..."
Such sounds sounded on the radio, intermittently, and finally became quiet.
The Sheriff's face turned pale, and he ran out of the building. He saw endless fires burning at the end of the street, and the flames reached the sky, as if the fire was falling from the sky.
Crowds of rioters rushed towards the direction of the flames. They swept across the street at high speed, stepped on water splashes, and cracked the ground. Soon after, a dazzling band of light rose. They drew an arc and landed on the ground with a roar of explosion.
The fear in my heart is constantly rising. Something is approaching. They have broken through the obstructive defenses and are heading here.
The police chief turned around. He wanted to call the citizens and tell them to evacuate to a safe place, but he was met with blank and numb eyes.
Escape here has exhausted their last courage, and now people are like poor people being watched by wild beasts, and they can't even take a step.
But that's not all. There are still some citizens who still have the sense to fight against all this. They cooperate with soldiers and doctors, but in this case, relying only on them, they still can't do anything.
"Give way!"
The woman was holding her child and squeezing through the crowd. In this situation, she still had the courage to take a step. It was not clear whether it was for survival or for the child in her arms.
The girl shrank in fear and put her head on her mother's chest, not daring to look around.
"Sheriff! What should we do?"
The woman noticed the police badge on the police chief. She squeezed through the crowd and walked over quickly. Unlike these people who were captured by fear, the woman didn't want to die, at least she didn't want to take her daughter with her.
"I……"
The Sheriff hesitated, not knowing what to do.
He did not have the ability to fight against these monsters, but if he was allowed to escape, he did not know where to escape. The heavy rain seemed to have no end, trapping everyone in such a nightmare.
The explosion was close at hand. The police chief looked towards the end of the street. He could already see groups of monsters advancing. The rioters resisted tenaciously. Countless bullets rained from all directions, dragging them down. live.
How to do?
The Sheriff's mind went blank, and just then a cry of surprise sounded.
Ferocious shadows walked between the buildings, and their sharp claws scratched the walls, sinking deep into them. They clung to them and crossed the ground defense line. The rioters also noticed this, and the artillery fire poured out, killing most of the monsters. Shot down, but a few still crossed the defense line.
The soldiers and the anonymous people began to retreat, trying to protect the citizens, but they were still too slow. The stagnant water slowed down their pace, and the monster came.
"go back!"
The sergeant yelled at the woman and ordered her to go back into the building, but he had no time to hide and could only quickly pull out his pistol and fire.
He worked hard to muster up the courage to look directly at death, with fire constantly bursting out from his hands, illuminating the monster's strange face.
You could see the bullets stirring up little scarlet spots on the distorted flesh, but this failed to stop the demon from advancing.
dying.
The Sheriff thought this, but his vision changed in the next second, and he only felt a burst of pain. Then he was violently knocked out, fell down the steps, and fell into the water.
He stood up in embarrassment, only to see that where he had just stood, a red figure had replaced him. Like a dance, the man waved a folding knife and slashed around the demons. Every time he swung the knife, it would bring He cut off a large piece of flesh and blood, cut off the head and penetrated the heart amidst the demon's wail.
Eve's body was stained with warm blood, which dissipated a lot of the chill in her. She panted and looked at the Sheriff. The two looked at each other at this moment.
"What a terrible reunion, Price."
Looking at the embarrassed man, Eve didn't know whether it was fate or other reasons, but she smiled helplessly.
"you know me?"
Price looked at Eve. He didn't remember that he knew this fierce person.
Eve didn't say anything further, and she wasn't too surprised to see Pres forgetting about her.
Since the previous encounter with the demon, the personnel involved in the Su Yalan Hall were all sent to Black Mountain Hospital. Under the influence of the antimeme, they forgot their encounter with the demon, and even more.
She and Pres were already in two different worlds. No matter how much they said, it would be useless. Seeing each other still alive was already a great blessing.
Pres wanted to ask more, but there were more footsteps behind the rain and fog. Pres looked up, only to find that during the time he and Eve were watching, several more demons had appeared around him. corpse, and a stranger was wiping the blade of a knife and standing next to the corpse.
Sa Liangxi noticed Price's gaze, she looked here and smiled.
"Nine...Nine Xia people?"
Price's expression went numb.
"Buscaro?"
A woman's slightly confused voice sounded. She stood on the steps and wanted to see if the police chief was okay, but she saw a familiar figure walking out from behind the rain and fog.
Buscaro was covered in blood and held a hatchet in his hand. He looked like he had been killed out of a pile of dead people. No matter how decadent his expression was, he was filled with murderous intent at this moment.
But after hearing the woman's cry, Buscaro's murderous aura suddenly stopped. He looked at the woman, and after a few seconds, he dropped his hatchet and staggered over.
"Oh, actually I have always advised him to stay single."
Oscar was holding a long sword and was supported by Rhodes. Along the way, the old man seemed to be possessed by the God of War, killing countless monsters.
"Forget it, I can only wish this friend to step into the grave again."
Oscar said sourly.
It was like a strange party, Press slowly got up, he felt that it was difficult for him to be affected by anything, and then he heard a piercing scream, as if a storm was gathering above his head.
He raised his head and saw a flash of light piercing the sky, falling into the endless fireworks ahead, setting off an even bigger wave.
(End of this chapter)