Embers of Embers

Chapter 672 Dust
Adren has not experienced such emotions for a long time, joy and pleasure, and his heavy body seems to be disintegrating, constantly becoming lighter.
The corrupt and old soul seems to be breaking free from the shackles of the body and rising to the clouds.
perhaps……
Maybe this is what I have always wanted.
Adelun suddenly thought.
In the life of fighting to the death with demons, he has been chasing for too long, so long that he is riddled with holes and exhausted.
So when Watson wished that he would die, Adren was not actually angry, but felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
That should be it. In fact, I have long been tired of all this, but the so-called mission and responsibility have always firmly bound me and made me keep moving forward.
He is too tired.
In the deepest part of my heart, the deepest part of my soul, I may have been praying for this.
Someone can come and deny yourself and get rid of all this.
"What a nostalgic sight!"
Edron raised his voice loudly, and even the never-ending whispers in his mind seemed to disappear for a short while.
For Adren, this is the final war.
As if he had gained youth, he strode forward with force and strength.
The angels descended from the blazing white thunder. The brilliant thunder light reflected the hellish battlefield palely. Their faces were expressionless, like exquisite sculptures. The spiral spikes were broken from the palms of their hands, waving their wings towards the ferocious and deformed figure. Monster, bringing down the wrath of divine punishment.
As early as when Edron promised Watson, he rushed here all the way, and all the watchmen were dispatched to end everything here.
The angels moved at high speed, and in their blank minds they only relied on instinct to act. Fear and death were meaningless to them, and they faithfully carried out Edron's orders.
The spiral spikes left scars one after another on the monster's body. The huge wound was split open, and dirty blood and internal organs gushed out of it.
This is a war in which no one survives. As Adren swings his sword one after another, the power of [Forget River] has filled the death row. It is like a gas chamber. The poison of death is not only poisoning monsters, but also killing monsters. Solve the watchmen together.
Adren is also going to die, but he is not afraid. As Watson said, in the near future, or maybe even longer, Adren will one day fall into crazy ravings. Sooner or later, he will Devoured completely by the Unspeakable.
Not only does he want to kill Roger, he also wants to kill himself.
As for what's next...
after that……
Adren smiled and slashed out another sword. The nailed sword collapsed, and the power of the [River of Forgetfulness] attached to it emerged with the slash, passing by like a torrent and engulfing the monster.
It was as if strong acid was eroding the monster's body. The surface of its skin was burned to a bloody color, and then the skin burst, making a hoarse bubble sound.
The same burning happened to Adren's body, his sleeves exploded, and his exposed arms were covered with red cracks, like a doll about to be broken.
Adren didn't think too much about what happened after that, he was already relieved.
Adren grasped everything too tightly, firmly holding everything human in his hands, self-righteously becoming a shepherd, erecting fences, and trapping human beings within reason.
He always felt that without him, mankind would usher in a dark future, but looking at it now, he was still too proud.
Humanity can continue on without ourselves, so why not just step down?
Thinking like this, Edron took out the nail sword from his sword bag again. These nail swords with [Wangchuan] attached to them were emitting a blazing cold light at the moment, like a long execution knife, ready to cut the criminal's... The head was chopped off.
"I miss you so much! Roger, everything is so similar to before!"
Edron laughed.
"It's the same deep and dark underground, the same fight with hateful monsters, and the same sky full of angels!"
The picture scroll in front of him evoked Edron's dusty memory. Many years ago, when they thought they could eradicate the demon, he also took these watchers and went deep into the Well of Ascension with Roger, facing the abomination together. of evil.
"It's like nothing has changed."
The laughter died down, and Adren sighed, looking at the monster with deep sadness in his eyes.
"It's just that nothing can go back."
The angels swooped down with the flames, and each scratch left a huge wound on the monster's torso, and the edges of the wound were burned by rising flames.
Thousands of tentacles rolled up, chasing the angels, and then nailed them to the wall with bone spears.
Just like a forbidden ritual, the angels died miserably, being pierced by jagged spears and crucified. But not long after, new thunderbolts were activated. They pulled the existing matter and condensed new bodies out of thin air. .
The monsters counterattacked quickly, and some of the thunderballs were defeated by the bone spears before they solidified. However, with Edlen's pressure, the intensity of the antimemetics in the death row continued to increase, and the monsters' counterattacks became sluggish.
Die and come back again.
These angels who are not afraid of death repeat the pain of life and death and inflict pain on the monster. They want to weaken its physical strength as much as possible so as to open the door to the [gap] until a certain sword completely crushes the monster. Clearance】.
This is like the scene written in the "Gospel", where the angels wield flaming swords and kill the demons from the darkness of the abyss.
Broken wings and corpses, the bone spears all over the sky shattered into gray snow.
The death row wraps them tightly, confining all this evil.
With the current strength, the monster should actually have fallen long ago, but in fact it has not. There is another force supporting the monster. Even after the isolation of death row and the infection of antimemetics, it cannot be completely cut off.
"The unspeakable..."
Edron whispered the source of all hatred and looked towards the darkness ahead.
As if noticing his gaze, the darkness also responded, scarlet eyes opening in every corner of the shadows.
His eyes were like a scarlet vortex, and just by looking at them, he could feel tremendous pressure from the spiritual level, and chaotic hallucinations kept flashing and jumping in front of his eyes.
Adren saw himself in it. He saw countless ways of his own death, as well as his own rotting and swollen corpses.
Mosquitoes, flies and maggots clung to the corpses, exuding a nauseating odor.
The dirty blood and corrupt juice gathered together to form a thick and turbid swamp. Faces floated in the darkness. Their eyes and mouths were tightly closed, and then they suddenly opened, and thousands of wasps crawled out of them. Coming out and flying, at the same time, the sharp and hoarse roar continued.
It was like a hell orchestra directed by a madman, with obscure whispers mixed with a woman's singing, and the shrill cries of children as accompaniment, and then covered by the loud roars of wild beasts.
This is the picture of hell, the sonorous sound of death.
Adren's body froze, and then blood overflowed from the corners of his eyes, then his nose and ears. His expression gradually became ferocious, and between the broken gaps on his body, the same hundred eyes opened in the darkness. Eye.
The remaining willpower struggled forward in the madness and grasped the hilt of the sword.
The absolute blankness drove away the madness, pushing it back again, and the weight on his heart became much lighter. Edron seemed to have lost his restraints, leaning forward, almost falling, and then retching heavily, Almost vomiting out all the internal organs.
At the critical moment, [Wangchuan] helped him resist the erosion of the Unspeakable, but such help was not without cost. Looking at the arm holding the sword, it had become broken.
Adren was not worried, but instead was happy. This proved that [Forgotten River] was feasible. Even in the face of the Unspeakable, it still had the ability to expel them.
He also tried to move forward. Before he died completely, Edron vowed to cut out all the nail swords, completely crush Roger's will, and completely destroy the only "road" in the world.
Bone spears and scarlet tentacles came at them. They were like galloping horses, converging into a roaring torrent. Edron had no energy to dodge. His current state was similar to that of Roger, but Roger had the support of the Unspeakable. And there was no one behind him.
Lifting the nail sword again, Edron really didn't want to use the power of [River of Forgetfulness] in such a meaningless place, but if he didn't swing the sword, he wouldn't be able to get close to the monster.
The scarlet tide rushed towards his face, and at the moment when he was about to swallow Adren, his body suddenly became light and soared into the air.
Several hands grabbed Adren, and the angels pulled him up, waving their wings, and crossed many obstacles.
The tide rolled, entangled together, and turned towards the angels in the sky. Some angels broke away from the formation and rained down fire on the incoming tentacles, but compared with these thousands of tentacles, It seems a lot smaller after all.
The angels briefly blocked the incoming attack, but soon they themselves were torn into countless pieces by the scarlet tentacles in the fierce battle.
Corpses and wings fell limply all over the ground, piling up into mountains.
But just like the myths told by the Vikings, this place is like a cold Hall of Valor. Soldiers will die, but they can still return. New thunderballs emerge. Angels wave their spikes and split a path for Edren to advance. Bloody road.
Brilliant fireworks from the top down, black abominations from the bottom up.
In the midst of the fight of blood and fire, ancient and solemn songs sounded, but upon closer inspection, one realized that it was just a vague illusion. In fact, what lingered in this hell was just a humming melody.
Monotonous, clumsy, but full of ancient times.
Adren hummed the nameless hymn, took out one sharp nail sword after another, and threw them away high, like scattered stars.
"We are the minority! We are the lucky ones!"
The thunder passed through the scattered nail swords, and then in the brilliant bright light, there were constantly building hands that tightened the nail sword.
Adren broke free from the drag of the angels, jumped up with all his strength, and raised the nail sword high.
"go ahead!"
He could only shout out such words, and then a surge of tentacles slammed into Adren's body, blocking him, and then pressed him hard against the wall.
The angels' actions did not stop at all. They dived at high speed and avoided attacks again and again. It was also at this time that the huge tentacles began to wither and break. Among the shattered dust, a blurry figure fell down, and he Holding the shining sword blade, he roared loudly.
"go ahead!"
The nail sword cut down.
The angels carried sharp swords and rushed in along the wounds that Adren had opened before, just like leaping into the mouth of a wild beast. As blood spilled out, layers of antimemes were triggered one after another.
The nailed sword shattered, the corpse withered, and the angels withered with it.
One after another, the living stepped on the bodies of the dead and kept moving forward.
The power of tearing apart evil erupted, destroying monsters, destroying nail swords, and also destroying the angels holding swords, but they still kept waving their wings.
Until all the protection was penetrated, and the broken and twisted but familiar face was exposed. He was entangled with countless flesh and blood, and scarlet eyes bloomed all around.
Adren landed in the core and thrust out the nail sword, but the nail sword failed to penetrate between his eyebrows.
The nailed sword froze in mid-air, unable to advance any further.
Adren looked slightly surprised, then smiled helplessly.
The sins that last for endless years, the grievances that have been entangled, or the messy ideas and dreams.
All, all, everything...
The bone spear penetrated his body, pushing him away, and finally he was nailed to the wall like other angels.
"It's been a long time..."
Adren sighed and relaxed his frown.
Everything quieted down.
Adren no longer looked at the ferocious monster, raised his head, and delicate feathers fell down.
He stretched out his hand and tried to pick it up, but soon the feathers were broken into pieces and turned into gray dust in his hands.
He looked over, and saw the angels falling one by one, ruthlessly falling into the darkness, without making a sound, and after waiting for a few seconds, there was no thunder.
They seemed to be dead, really dead, completely free from the cycle of resurrection.
Eventually everything came to a deathly silence.
"Sure enough...it still doesn't work."
Adren said sadly, as the body beneath him began to collapse and turned into the same gray-white color, but there was still some flesh and blood between the gray-white color that was resisting tenaciously.
They reject death and the coming of the end.
But the outcome has already been decided.
The power was constantly reducing and eroding, and while destroying Roger, it was also destroying Adren himself. At this moment on the verge of being broken, Adren finally could no longer hold on.
But yes, he should rest after spending such a long time.
The death cell fell into a long silence, and then a heartbeat like a war drum sounded. The huge wings broke through the monster's body, and then a ferocious, humanoid figure walked out of it.
"Roger" glanced at Edlen who was nailed to the wall, his expression devoid of any emotion, like a doll being dominated.
The wings spread out and fly high.
He smashed through the ruined door at the top of the death cell, penetrated the furnace pillar, and finally broke through the mechanical courtyard filled with fireworks.
Only the dying Edron and the corpses on the ground were left.
I don't know how long it took, but clear footsteps sounded in the darkness. Someone came over and looked at Adren.
"I'm so sorry...I lost."
Adren's body collapsed step by step, turning into gray-white hardness, and then dissipated into endless dust in the wind.
The visitor didn't care about this at all. He came closer and whispered.
"There's nothing to be sorry for, and...who do you think you are? A savior?"
Lorenzo scoffed.
"Isn't it?"
Edron asked rhetorically.
Lorenzo just smiled and shook his head without making any answer, and then took the last nail sword from his hand, feeling a slight burning sensation in his palm.
"Probably, who knows," Lorenzo said uncertainly, "I have to rush to make up for your mistakes now. Is there anything else you want to say?"
Adren thought for a moment, shook his head, and looked at the corpses of the angels.
"My familiar friends have all died here, and there is nothing to say."
"Goodbye then, Adren Levien."
Lorenzo's voice was solemn, like a praying priest, reciting the names of the dead.
Then he left without looking back.
Looking at the departing figure, Adren looked slightly dazed. This guy was so impatient, as if he was eager to kill someone. In the end, he couldn't help but laugh and shouted at the leaving figure.
"I've already staked my fortune and my life on it, don't let me lose it all!"
His words were filled with laughter and lightheartedness, like a joke between friends.
No longer a pope, no longer a dean, and no longer a watchman, Edron gave up all the constraints and responsibilities, just like an ordinary person, facing the end of everything calmly and calmly.
Lorenzo's response was vaguely heard in the darkness, but Adren didn't hear it clearly. His eyes were lowered, looking at the dead bodies on the ground with a sad expression.
Soon, the sad expression froze. It turned gray, then shattered, turned into misty dust, and disappeared among the dust.
(End of this chapter)