Embers of Embers

Chapter 668 Thousand Knives
The muscles on the skinny and withered arms were tight, and the blue blood vessels clearly protruded, entwining themselves on the old tree trunk like vines.
Zuo Zhen was holding a folding knife, which was stained with taboo blood. Even if they were separated from the body, they were still extremely active. Like strong acid, they corroded the material they came into contact with and vibrated the knife to spread the blood stains on it.
"What kind of monster have you become, Roger Cruz?"
Zuo Zhen whispered, Roger's weirdness was far beyond their imagination, but it was also true that during this long time, the blood had been refined in his body, constantly purifying, until it reached the end of sublimation.
There are often stories like this in Jiuxia. Some guys will turn into monsters if they live too long.
After all, everyone is mortal, only monsters are not.
He retreated suddenly, and some holes corroded by blood appeared on his clothes. He raised his gun, and after withdrawing from the range, Zuo Zhen pulled the trigger.
The angry bullet was fired at a short distance. As expected, it hit Roger's body, but failed to penetrate. The cold iron stayed in his body, as if it was caught by flesh and blood, but the next moment could be counted. Ten kilograms of ammunition poured into it.
Like a flower in full bloom, it blooms with brilliant colors deep in the dark underground.
While Zuo Zhen withdrew from the attack range, the hidden Cai Gongs emerged from the shadows one after another and opened fire at Roger. Countless firelights shone and burst out, and heavy projectiles hit repeatedly. In this confined space, echo.
Zuo Zhen stared ahead coldly, the intensive gunfire stinging his eardrums, and the constant splashing of firelight illuminated his pupils.
He didn't move or look away, he just stared straight ahead at Roger, who was enveloped in fire.
The splashing smoke and fire made it difficult for Zuo Zhen to observe Roger clearly, but he could still see Roger's twisted posture from the illuminated silhouette.
Zuo Zhen did it. Under the influence of [Wangchuan], he shattered Roger's heart with one blow and cut off his head with one knife. Logically speaking, this was enough to kill him, regardless of whether he was a demon or a monster. Witcher.
Unless...unless before that, he used the [gap] to invade and escape.
But it doesn't matter, at least Zuo Zhen can kill Roger's body here.
Inhaling hard, taking the turbid air into his mouth, supporting his heart and lungs, Zuo Zhen drank loudly.
"Don't run away! Roger Cruz."
Zuo Zhen's expression was furious, and his iconic smile no longer existed. His old skin was piled together, and under his angry pupils, it seemed that at a certain moment, he had turned into a monster similar to Roger.
"I came all the way here, don't let me down!"
Zuo Zhen injected a large amount of Flordron medicine into his body, and threw away the empty injection.
The neck was scarlet, and under the blood, excessive amounts of medicine were rushing through his blood vessels, and his consciousness began to be continuously strengthened and awakened.
It has been a long time since Zuo Zhen looked at the world in front of him so clearly. Everything has become extremely real, and the interference of erosion is also weakening. Combined with the protection of antimemes, he even feels that he will not be harmed by erosion.
Scarlet blood overflowed from the edges of his pupils, and blood fell from the tip of his nose together with the fallen injection, shattering into powder on the ground.
It feels great, awesome.
Under the bone-chilling chill, life becomes so vivid, just like the contrast between light and shadow.
He held two knives in his hands, cold metal with the intent of death.
Zuo Zhen strode forward. It was also at this moment that the sound of gunfire came to an end, and then the terrifying erosion was released in front of his eyes, like the torrent of a broken dam. They were rushing through the narrow space, and the sound of metal shattering was heard. Continuously, one holy silver crown after another was broken.
Silver-white fragments fell from above, like snow dust, stained with blood.
This failed to affect Zuo Zhen. Under the protection of many powers, he is now far stronger than expected, and his heart has been there since he stepped here... No, as early as the moment he left Jiuxia, Then he was ready.
The smoke and dust in front of him slowly dispersed, and the ferocious scarlet shadow was revealed.
"It's ugly."
Zuo Zhen laughed.
Rather than saying that it was a human being, it was better to say that it was some kind of monster that mimicked a human being. Scarlet flesh and blood were wrapped around the pale bones, and clothes riddled with holes were hung between the flesh and blood. Blood vessels were hung like cables, and internal organs were hanging between them. It was also exposed, and as it squirmed with force, the blood holes penetrated by bullets continued to overflow with blood.
Zuo Zhen could see the knife wound he had left. On the bone section, countless tiny tentacles were extending from the bone marrow, and the bone was proliferating at the speed of the naked eye, healing the wound and reconnecting the section.
"I'm just saying this won't kill you."
Facing such a strange and powerful enemy, Zuo Zhen's expression remained unwavering, and his hand holding the knife was as stable as iron.
"who are you?"
His voice was hoarse, with a winter-like chill.
The monster held its severed head, and one red thread after another connected the head to the section. It lifted it up, like installing a machine, and pushed the head back. The scars of the wound were also healing quickly, and in the end only the overflowing remains were left. blood.
Roger's hair was disheveled and his face was obscured by shadows, but his crazy eyes could still be vaguely seen.
No, those were not pupils. Compared to pupils, Zuo Zhen felt that they were more like... a door.
A door to the unknown, a door to the bottom of the abyss.
Roger was just a medium. Something was hiding in the deep darkness, peering at him through Roger's eyes.
Zuo Zhen smiled ferociously, looked directly into his deep eyes, and then replied.
"Nobody."
Stepping forward, a long distance was spanned in an instant. The old body seemed to regain its youth, and the two swords turned into deceitful strips of light at the rapid speed.
In an instant, both swords arrived.
Cut open the flesh and blood, split the collarbone, and sink into the flesh and blood. Then the two knives suddenly spread out and roughly tore off Roger's arms.
Blood overflowed, burning holes one after another when it fell on the clothes, and when it fell on the skin, there was a burning pain.
It was as if Roger's blood was liquid fire.
Zuo Zhen cut through the flames.
Knives are fast.
Zuo Zhen felt the same way. This was probably the fastest knife he had ever wielded in his life, as fast as thunder and as fast as the wind.
If he is fighting with people or monsters, such a knife can easily kill the enemy, even a demon hunter can kill him with one blow.
But unfortunately Zuo Zhen is facing Roger, one of the most hated monsters in the world.
He can kill living things, but not monsters.
Roger's counterattack also broke out at this moment. This monster named Roger Cruz finally gave up the disguise of a human and began to advance toward even more crazy distortions.
Bones proliferated rapidly, intertwining with flesh and blood.
The sharp bone spear expanded from his torso and stabbed Zuo Zhen ferociously, but Zuo Zhen was faster than him, and the veins on his arms popped out, as if they were about to burst through the skin in the next second.
Zuo Zhen could see everything very clearly. Under the overdose of Florund's medicine, he could even observe the dust spilling in the air.
He saw the bone spears coming one after another. He didn't need to think too much, just leave everything to the instinct of fighting. Therefore, the sharp sound of metal cutting the air sounded in the air, and then the bone spears that came were broken one by one. .
"drink!"
Zuo Zhen breathed and vibrated his sword like a master of swordsmanship. With bones shattering and flying, he approached Roger's torso.
With a ready strike, the folding knife was thrown, accurately hitting Roger's face, piercing his jaw, and exiting along the back of his head.
Raising his hand, Zuo Zhen ripped off the clothes and armor on his body, leaving his upper body bare, and threw the clothes forward, covering the spray of blood and blinding Roger's vision.
The bone spears smashed the fallen clothes into pieces. They thought they could penetrate Zuo Zhen, but they only penetrated a piece of air. Looking around, Zuo Zhen seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
The sharp folding knife stabbed out of Roger's back and penetrated his heart again.
Roger turned his head slightly and saw the madness that made him happy.
"Antimemetic?"
Roger's voice was hoarse and sharp, and the bloody folding knife was still stuck in his head. The scene at the moment was completely weird no matter how you looked at it.
"Is it so easy to be seen through?" Zuo Zhen held the folding knife and said with a wry smile, "This is a unique skill that I am proud of."
"not bad."
Roger appreciated, and he wanted to say something else, but another folding knife pierced his throat, blocking his words.
The friction sound of "click" sounded, and two more deadly folding knives unfolded. It was also at this time that Roger saw Zuo Zhen clearly.
There were cloth belts tied around his upper body and waist, which were covered with folded knives. His flesh and blood were old and shriveled, and they were covered with scars from his youth, densely intertwined.
Zuo Zhen is like a mottled sword. On his thin body, the lines of his ribs are clearly visible, and there are a lot of brown spots on his skin, like a layer of yellow cloth wrapping his bones.
His chest rose and fell violently, and his heart made a thumping sound. Every rise and fall was a test for this old body.
His sense of existence was thin. If Roger didn't deliberately pay attention to Zuo Zhen, it seemed that Zuo Zhen would disappear from his cognition in the next second, just like he did just now.
Suddenly disappeared.
This is Zuo Zhen's unique skill, and it is also his dying message.
Very few Anonymous can remain sober and live to the age of Zuo Zhen. Antimemes are constantly eating away at him and weakening his existence. This is a dangerous signal, which means that Anonymous may be completely wiped out of existence in the near future. , but Zuo Zhen is not afraid of this, and sometimes uses such power.
Weaken your existence, disappear in front of the enemy, and then launch an attack.
"The first knife!"
The jackknife pierced through the chest, along with the sternum and thoracic vertebrae behind it.
Let go, pull out the second folding knife, and at the same time stab the knife in the other hand again.
"Second!"
Zuo Zhen hissed, splitting his chest and shattering his rib cage. The bones were like blades broken inside the body, further strangling the flesh and blood.
Then it was a relatively monotonous repetition, drawing the sword, swinging it down, and drawing the sword again.
"The third one!"
"The fourth one!"
"..."
The folding knife cut open the spine, exposing the internal organs and dirty blood, and then penetrated the pelvis again and got stuck in the bone.
In the tearing wind, the two knives penetrated the patella and penetrated Roger's legs. Roger tried to move, but the folding knives were plated with holy silver and protected by antimeme. They were like spikes. Embedded in Roger's body, it cannot kill him, but it can slightly restrict his movements.
It doesn't take too long, Zuo Zhen's knife is very fast, even if he buys a few seconds, it is enough for Zuo Zhen to swing more knives.
Follow the structure of bones, the direction of blood vessels, and the locations of meridians.
Zuo Zhen set off a red hurricane, and like a skilled butcher, he calmly slaughtered the prey in front of him, hacking Roger's body into pieces.
One after another, folding knives penetrated Roger's body, towering densely above his body like a forest of iron. Blood flowed uncontrollably and dripped along the handle of the knife.
Roger tried to move, but these folding knives accurately restricted his bones. He was like a statue and could only stand in place.
It was a brutal massacre, but Roger didn't feel pain, he just kept laughing, making that hoarse, crow-like laugh.
Roger smiled like a ghost, and then his already torn body continued to collapse. Thousands of sharp and pale bone knives and spears spilled out from under his flesh and blood, stretching and bursting his skin. .
The bone was covered with something as hard as metal, and the bright silver swords and halberds pierced the ground, swung into the air, and let out the killing in all directions.
Deep depressions were easily made on the metal surface, and fierce sparks flew everywhere. They were like pillars, holding up Roger's broken skin. He stood high above, staring at the fleeing Zuo Zhen with his broken face, and continued his pursuit. laugh at.
"A futile act, stranger, your anger, your swing of the sword... everything about you is meaningless."
Roger laughed as the folding knife embedded deep in his body was broken one by one as he stretched. With the sound of breaking, the metal fragments fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Zuo Zhen gasped, he was covered in blood, both Roger's and his own.
He was like coal placed in the snow, burning, with mist overflowing from his body, and then there was pain, pain that almost took away his mind.
Roger's blood corroded his body, and the infected skin felt as if it had been burned by fire. Pain spread from every exposed part of the skin, and then the pain overlapped and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
Zuo Zhen pulled out the last two folding knives and held them with difficulty. A large amount of blood poured out from his right leg. Large chunks of flesh were cut off, and there were more scratches of varying depths all over his body.
Zuo Zhen felt that even if he were ten years younger, he would not be as embarrassed as he is now, and he would not be able to perfectly dodge such an attack.
"Different."
Zuo Zhen said, reluctantly standing up, his vision on the left side fell into darkness.
He guessed that Roger's blood had seeped in and probably burned his eyes out. He had noticed it from the beginning. Unfortunately, in such a fight, Zuo Zhen didn't have time to stop slashing and rub his eyes. .
"Different."
For a moment, Zuo Zhen seemed to have aged a lot again, his eye sockets were sunken deeply, and there was only an unpredictable darkness.
he kept repeating.
"It's different, Roger Cruz."
His rugged arms raised his swords again.
Compared with the tyrannical monster, this kind of steel is still too thin, but Zuo Zhen doesn't care about it at all, there is a little light in the darkness of his eyes, he seems to be holding not only two knives, but a thousand The clanking blade.
These knives are enough, there is nothing to be afraid of. Thinking of this, Zuo Zhen even showed his trademark fake smile.
(End of this chapter)