Embers of Embers

Chapter 657 Battlefield
The soldier took a deep breath and looked at his comrades beside him, trying to see their faces clearly, but in this dim and lightless world, the only source of light seemed to be the blazing flames of war.
Their faces were covered by the shadows of their helmets and covered with wet mud, making them look miserable.
"Retreat!"
The soldiers yelled at the others. The battle situation ahead was no longer something that mortals could deal with. The demons broke through the defense line and fought with the rioters. Soldiers like them would just die if they stayed there.
It was a veritable battlefield. Amidst the constant roar of artillery fire, the buildings collapsed and turned into ruins. It was flooded by heavy rain and a sea of ​​corpses.
"I say……"
The soldier still wanted to urge him, but as soon as he finished observing the battle situation, he turned around and saw a scarlet face.
The comrade stretched out his hand, probably trying to push him away, but unfortunately, he no longer had the strength to do so.
The sharp claws were raised from under the water and pierced his chest. He reluctantly turned his head and saw a demon being crushed under the rubble. Half of its body was gone, and its internal organs and minced meat were flowing out. The ground, but it is still alive and delivers the fatal blow.
"what!"
The soldier screamed, perhaps in fear or anger. He poured out all his ammunition and beat the monster in front of him into a pulp.
Taking a deep breath, the cold air penetrated into the lungs, bringing true clarity.
There was no time to grieve at all. He got up in embarrassment and fled with all his strength. Behind him, steel and fireworks roared. Countless projectiles penetrated the flesh and blood, and then hit the ruins, splashing dust and gravel, and crackling. Fall on the water.
The howling wind sounded, and a demon broke through the rain and fog, waving its sharp claws at the soldiers.
The shadow of death enveloped him, and his breathing stopped, but soon more explosive sounds covered up the demon's roar. The demon's body began to twist and burst, and a huge and sharp sword came from behind. It broke open the demon's chest, swung it up hard, and cut off the entire upper body.
Blood fell like heavy rain, and in a sluggish moment, the Original Sin Armor stepped forward again, completely crushing the broken head, and a huge scarlet color spread on the water.
"Ha ha……"
The soldier gasped for air. He experienced life and death several times in just a few dozen seconds. It all happened too fast.
"Sir...sir?"
The soldier recognized the original sin armor, which had the special mark of the knight commander, but it was covered with stains and scratches, and he could barely identify it.
Gawain didn't respond. The original sin armor held the sword tightly with one hand, and raised the armor's fire blunderbuss with the other hand, igniting a stream of blazing fire in the street.
Behind the brilliant light, a dark figure was reflected.
More heavy footsteps sounded, and the clumsy UFOs blocked the street. They tried to re-establish their defenses, and a new round of shelling began a few seconds later.
Fire, explosion, impact.
Within sight, another building collapsed.
Gawain monitored the sound on the channel, but the response was only a noisy sound. Under the interference of erosion, he had not heard other people's voices for a long time.
They are fighting alone.
"Get out of here first! Soldier."
Gawain gathered some strength and spoke to the soldiers beside him, but except for the repeated sounds of fighting, no one answered his words.
The Original Sin Armor lowered his head slightly, and Gawain saw the soldier through the visor. He was half lying down, his face pale.
On his back, there was a huge scar, the flesh and blood burst open, revealing the bones.
No one knows when he was injured or who caused the injury. It may be the claws of the demon or flying shrapnel. In short, in this hellish battlefield, few people know that they are How did he die?
Most of the people were like soldiers, roaring, fighting, and then dying in a daze.
Staring at Gawain with dull eyes, the soldier's body was gradually covered by the scarlet water, and disappeared as if sinking into the deep sea.
There was no extra emotion, Gawain didn't even look at him twice.
The Original Sin Armor mechanically raised the sword and continued to move forward before the fuel was exhausted.
"Remember what those pastors said."
Gawain started talking to himself. In this situation, every time he spoke, he consumed a huge amount of energy, but he still couldn't stop talking, as if this could maintain his last sanity.
"Hell is the abode of sinners, with demons as their companions day and night."
The big sword smashed the monster and the wall together. After the original sin armor was hit, leaning on the big sword, it was so sharp that it was full of gaps, like a heavy iron, and all that was left was smashing it. Ability.
"But if you talk about it carefully, those priests don't know what hell is like. After all, they are people who are going to heaven. How can such people know what hell is like?"
Gawain muttered, a smile appearing on his tired face.
He now knew what hell was like.
This is what it looks like in front of me.
Gawain hasn't felt like this for a long time, not that it's the coming of death, or the corpses all over the ground.
He should have been sad as one familiar face passed away one after another.
In the many years since he became the Knight Commander, he has been responsible for patrolling and hunting monsters, and he has wandered between life and death countless times.
What Gawain feels now is simple numbness. Whether it is death, fireworks, demons and humans, they all seem to have lost their original meaning in this almost endless cycle of reincarnation.
This is hell, in the endless reincarnation, losing all emotions, leaving only insensitivity, like a confused living dead.
Now the only thing that supports Gawain to continue walking seems to be the orders from the purification agency. He is no longer a human being. He is just a machine that executes orders, a gear on a huge machine. Before it rusts to death and collapses, Stubbornly carrying out orders.
He does not feel sad about this. As long as he is alive, more people will be saved from such disasters. At the same time, he is also very happy.
"Percival you are so lucky."
Gawain smiled bitterly.
The hordes of demons overwhelmed the temporary defense line of the Ufo Tu, and most of them were intercepted by the rioters at the rear. However, a few of them rushed to Gawain's eyes. The Original Sin Armor raised his sword, but he was still waiting for a moment. Can be chopped off.
Gawain was thinking about what his colleague was doing at the moment. She should be lying comfortably on the hospital bed. Based on Gawain's understanding of Percival, she should be sleeping soundly at this time. After all, for her This is a rare holiday.
As for not being able to sleep?
This is unlikely. That guy has always been very generous. Even if the demon pushes to the edge of death row, she will sleep peacefully.
Sometimes Gawain really envies such guys, because they all live a very relaxed life, and presumably he seems to be very heavy.
The demon's sharp claws were close in front of him, and Gawain's expression was slightly dazed, but he became fierce again in the next second.
This is his illusion.
The seemingly exhausted body moved again, and the raised sword slashed down on the head, splitting the monster's head with one blow, along with the ribcage, lumbar spine and even the hip bones.
While the blood was flying, the original sin armor raised its sword horizontally, twisted its waist, and cut off the other demon in half with a horizontal slash.
He used all his strength in every blow, so fine steam overflowed along the armpits and waist of the Original Sin Armor.
"continue!"
he grumbled.
Gawain cannot fall. If he falls, there will be no one to stop these demons. They will eat all the citizens first and then continue deep into the old Dunling.
In this case, the core death row will not be spared, and the guy sleeping soundly in the hospital bed will also need to pick up weapons again, even with a cane.
There is no way around it. The ease of some people will inevitably require the burden of others.
He scolded Percival for his heartlessness, but Gawain didn't mind it, and even said that he would rather bear it himself.
"Fill!"
The Original Sin Armor waved his hand, and more rioters advanced quickly. Most of them had scars on their bodies. After refilling the fuel behind, they returned to the battlefield again.
The explosions were endless, because of a previous explosion, they directly blew up the entire street, and now the ground has sunk completely, turning into a small scarlet lake filled with different corpses.
"The supplies have arrived!"
The armed iron snakes stopped far behind. In this case, all the armed iron snakes were mobilized. They transported supplies and supported the defense line.
The antimemetic bullets were refilled, and the dense firepower network pushed back the demons that broke through again. The rioters stepped on the corpses, squeezing out scarlet liquid, and some climbed on the fallen iron skeletons. .
Under the accumulation of corpses, many rioters and the remains of Ufutu gathered together and turned into an iron city wall.
"Force them back! Quick!"
Some rioters shouted loudly that this was a rare opportunity. The demon's offensive was defeated again, and they wanted to regain the defensive line.
There was an ear-piercing scream, and a spiral spear crossed the line of sight, piercing through an armored monster. The force carried by the spear head was so great that it shattered the entire chest, and nailed it fiercely to the building beside it.
After experiencing so much bombardment, the building could no longer hold up and collapsed, completely burying the bodies.
Among the broken rubble, an anonymous person stopped walking. He saw a photo falling from the dust. But before he could see the person in the photo clearly, it was swallowed up by the scarlet water and disappeared without a trace.
"Anonymous people, is there anything else you can do? Stop hiding it."
The Original Sin Armor casually dragged up the remains of a Ufuto. The armor of this thing was much thicker than the Original Sin Armor. It tore it off with force, and held the armor full of dents in its hands as a shield.
"Anonymous is no different from you. In the final analysis, we are just ordinary soldiers protected by antimemes."
An anonymous person answered Gawain's words, his face was covered with blood, and Gawain couldn't see his appearance clearly.
"So?" Gawain asked.
"So we're on our own."
Anonymous's reply was very cold. It may be that he was too tired to mobilize any emotions.
"I'm so sorry..."
Gawain looked at the jumping figures in the sea of ​​fire. They seemed to be endless and he could not kill them all no matter how hard he killed them.
"What's the regret about this?" Anonymous didn't understand. "Isn't this how we came here before?"
Gawain was slightly surprised, but his face mask covered his expression. All Anonymous could see was a scarred face mask.
"In this way, seemingly impossible to win wars, again and again..."
Anonymous said, seeming to remember something.
"Do you always hope that something will save you every time you fall into such despair?"
"Indeed, we call that thing faith and ask the so-called gods to save us." Gawain replied.
"Did the so-called God come to save you?"
Anonymous asked, holding a folding knife and stepping on the corpse.
Gawain stood with the others, like a row of lancers about to charge.
"Probably... not."
Gao Wen thought about it carefully, and he really didn't remember it.
Although some people talk endlessly about gods and are extremely pious, in fact the so-called gods have never appeared once. Everyone is like this, believing in vain and then dying in the sound of prayer.
"Isn't that enough? Why should you attribute your achievements to the so-called gods? It was obviously done by you yourself."
Anonymous said again.
Gawain seemed to understand what he meant. He could smell the blood blowing in the cold wind, and a powerful enemy was close at hand.
"Yes."
He muttered to himself.
There is no need to expect others, Gawain will keep his way, just like he has done in countless battles.
The burst of roar shattered everyone's thinking, and everyone was left with only cruel instincts. They waved their weapons, set up shields, and countless gunfire ignited, colliding with the demons who had crossed the defense line.
The blade of the sword swung up, and the pieces of meat filled the sky.
People from foreign countries gathered together, some wielding battle axes, and some chopping down swords.
The sharp claws rubbed against the armor, sparking a lot of sparks. Some rioters fell down, and some lost their arms, but they still stubbornly raised their fists and broke the demon's spine.
Antimemetic bullets traveled through the fierce battlefield, and the anonymous people were walking on the edge of death. The bullets accurately hit the demons one after another, completely killing them if they were still alive.
Gawain was at the forefront. He was like a rock cutting through the current. No matter how fierce the enemy was, he could not be shaken.
The sharp claws cut into the gaps in the armor, and he immediately clamped the joints and stuck them tightly, making it difficult for him to go any further. But more fangs fell down, and the demon with a head directly hugged the head of the original sin armor, and forcefully Chewed on the visor.
You could clearly feel that the helmet was crushed, but soon the demon was removed by the rioters on the side. The helmet was pulled up with force, and Gawain's tired face was exposed.
The rain splashed against his face, making him unable to keep his eyes open, so he could only hold up the fragments of armor to cover the heavy rain, and swing the big sword wearily until he killed all the monsters.
The blazing flash of light streaked across the sky, and it hung high above the sky. From the perspective of the flame holder, countless pieces of flesh, flesh, and iron skeletons could be observed gathered together. They were superimposed on each other, like a dam. Across the battlefield.
The wings folded and fell like a shooting star.
(End of this chapter)