Embers of Embers

Chapter 699 Hell
There were constant jingling sounds. Anthony moved quickly against the sharp blades like arrows, narrowly avoiding most of the attacks. However, some of the sharp blades still scratched him, cutting his arms and torso, leaving behind A series of bleeding wounds.
This is not the end yet. Hundreds of arms are waving, as if there are hundreds of people waving swords at Anthony. The sharp blades come from different angles. They cooperate very closely, do not interfere with each other, and try to block all Anthony's action routes. .
Unable to escape, Anthony raised his nail sword and held it upright in front of his chest, trying to block his neck and heart, hoping to survive this round of strangulation.
He knew very well that he could not fall yet. Anthony still needed to continue to command the battlefield and guard the gate of heaven. He could not abandon everything and transform into a hateful monster.
Waves of cold howling wind came over, and Anthony suddenly became less nervous, instead sighing in his heart.
It would be great if his power was Metazord. The dense iron armor would block most of the attacks for him, and he would use it as a barrier to continue moving forward.
It's a pity that his power is Raphael, and the blurred illusion will not have much effect on the monsters. These monsters maintain the most primitive desire to kill. In their eyes, no matter how crazy the hallucination is, it is just another luxury show. Just a killing feast.
Yes, that's all.
The sharp blades gathered together and tore Anthony's figure into countless pieces. Blood and minced meat flew everywhere, but soon they stagnated in the air, and then collapsed one by one like burning ashes and disappeared from sight. among.
It seems that it didn't cut Anthony, what it tore was only a vague phantom, and then a more severe stabbing pain came from the other side, and the nail sword easily cut through the bloated torso and the skin covered with pus Below, a large amount of gray liquid gushes out.
Anthony's eyes were as bright as fire, and he was dodging and running. The hallucination could not affect the Hundred-Headed Demon too much, but as long as he could slightly hide his figure, it would be enough.
It let out a roar, and the fireworks rose more and more fiercely between Baisou's heads. The broken arm was pulled by the red thread, and then a strange squirming began under the cut skin, as if something was gestating in its body. kind of monster.
In the next moment, countless pale palms protruded from his body.
The newly born palms waved violently, and in a daze, the hundred demons were more like a wriggling seaweed, a seaweed composed of countless arms. They grabbed everything around them, pressed the ground, and lifted it up. A bloated figure.
What's even more weird is that the palm of the hand split open, revealing scarlet eyes. The eyes moved quickly, peeping around, and the five fingers became sharp and slender, becoming like other sharp blades, chasing Anthony, trying to cut He shreds.
Anthony felt a headache and retreated backwards. More and more palms spread over the torso of the hundred-headed demon. It was like a huge porcupine, covered with sharp blades, making it difficult for people to approach. More importantly, it had The embodiment of power.
Just as he was thinking about how to deal with it, numerous gunshots rang out, followed by shouts.
"avoid!"
The instinct of the body drove Anthony, and also drove the other demon hunters. They dodged to both sides, hiding behind huge stone pillars, and then countless projectiles burst out in the firelight behind themselves, crazily. pouring.
The Templar Knights entered the battlefield. They could not fight the demons at close range like the demon hunters, or even face the demons directly, but they still had a certain fighting power. On the night of the Holy Advent, in the end Relying on countless Templar Knights to control everything.
When the trigger is pulled, the bullets form a torrent of steel, and the collision sounds of metal, masonry, and flesh are mixed together, hitting people's eardrums repeatedly, and in the end there is only a monotonous noise left in the ears.
Fire, reload, fire.
As if they were about to empty all their ammunition, the shells fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, which was then covered up by the noise of gunshots. Everything in sight was being hit by metal, even the stone pillars they were hiding in. It is also difficult to escape, as dense holes are all over it, almost punching through it.
"It's not enough! It's going to melt it all!"
Some demon hunters roared. They all saw the flames set off by the hundred-headed monster. The templar knights' surprise attack could not last long. When the hundred-headed monster got used to it, it would begin its counterattack.
"Interfere with it!"
Someone yelled, and soon another voice sounded, and the witcher fell to the ground, his face tensed and his eyes burning with fire.
"I'm trying!"
He responded, releasing his power and trying to plant more illusions in front of the hundred demons.
Anthony in the corner shook his head. He knew very well that the illusion could only protect himself, but it could not affect the hundred-headed demon. No matter what kind of illusion it faced, there was only one thing it needed to do.
Destroy, destroy everything in sight.
This can't stop it from releasing angry flames, it's just a futile move.
Then rush out and take advantage of the moment when the Templar Knights suppress the hundred-headed demon to attack them?This doesn't seem to work. This will inevitably expose the demon hunters participating in the war to the rain of bullets. Without stepping into the darkness and breaking through the critical situation, the demon hunters cannot avoid the damage of the rain of bullets.
"Where's Metanzo? Is there anyone alive?"
Anthony asked loudly, maybe Metatron's armor could withstand this intensive attack, and hit the Hundred-Headed Demon, driving it back to the stasis temple.
Looking into the smoke and dust at the other end, several demon hunters raised their spiked swords. Their power was Metanzol, as if they understood what Anthony meant, and the dense iron armor covered them, almost completely killing them. Wrapped in an iron coffin.
"No...this can't stop it, at least not until it breaks through the critical point."
The strange sound echoed in people's ears, and then the voice continued to speak.
"Father, their lives should be used in more critical places."
Anthony looked for the sound and saw a hideous and terrifying existence in the shadow not far away, slowly crawling out of the darkness.
"you……"
Anthony's eyes were frozen and it was difficult to look away.
"You're right, this is a road of no return. Rather than being dominated by erosion, it's better to use the remaining heat before then."
The "Witcher" holds the hammer, his body is ferocious, fine fireworks overflow from the gaps in his body, his hair is disheveled, hiding his hateful appearance, but this cannot cover his burning eyes.
In order to withstand the attack from Baishou demon, he chose to release the secret blood at the last moment, allowing himself to break through the threshold.
Thanks to this surge in power, the witcher was able to survive the fatal attack, but soon Death came to demand the price.
He was already prepared for this. Everything has a price, but no one has come to claim it yet.
After losing the shackles of the Silver Bolt and without obtaining the sublimation certificate, he was unable to control such skyrocketing erosion. The secret blood in his body became hotter and hotter, like red-hot molten iron, making him sink deeper and deeper into the darkness. .
The hundred-headed demon was completely trapped in the smoke and dust raised by the ammunition. It tried to resist and raised its hand. The extreme fireworks tried to block these incoming bullets and melted them into hot molten iron. However, before it could mobilize the high temperature, it Another figure crashed into it, and together they were exposed to the dense rain of bullets.
The hammer smashed violently, breaking the bones and sharp blades, smashing the flesh and blood into a ball of blood.
A dense rain of bullets hit his body, some even penetrated his flesh and blood, directly hitting the hundred monsters underneath.
"Honestly...die to me!"
The witcher's voice was hoarse, and his secret blood was rising. He swung the hammer repeatedly, breaking off his arms one by one. The hundred-headed demon tried to gather his arms to protect his torso, but soon these protections were taken away by the demon hunter. tear apart.
His figure became more and more ferocious, and the jagged bones seemed to break open his body and extend outside his body.
This time, there was no obstruction from fireworks or protection from arms. The heavy rain of bullets penetrated into the body of the hundred-headed demon. In the blur of blood, it was still trying to fight back. Countless palms were scratching and strangling its eyes. The demon hunter, but his figure grew taller and taller until it was uncontrollable.
The rest of the people watched all this with bated breath. The mortal body began to change, just like breaking out of a cocoon. Another abominable demon crawled out from under the body. It waved its fangs and claws and violently collided with the hundreds of monsters. Together, deadlocked.
At that moment, the constant rain of bullets stopped, the Templars ran out of ammunition, and they began to withdraw and resupply.
They did a good job. Even with the resilience of a hundred demons, under this continuous blow, the body became riddled with holes, and gray liquid continued to overflow and spread all over the ground.
The waving arms were all broken due to the efforts of all parties. The demon tore its body apart, pushed its bloated torso, and pushed it back bit by bit behind the gate of heaven.
As the rain of bullets subsided, the demon hunters also emerged from the shadows, cooperating with the demons and suppressing hundreds of demons.
It could only make a whimpering sound, and there seemed to be snakes squirming under the skin. Then one new-born arm stretched out one after another, and the sword-like nails were embedded deeply into the ground, leaving behind a trail of Elongated traces.
Suddenly the pressure to resist it disappeared. The bloated body was scratched by hundreds of arms and slowly returned to normal. The burning heads tried to see the situation in front of them clearly, but then a tall figure blocked everything.
The demon picked up the broken stone pillar and lifted the huge boulder high.
"Go back here."
Bursts of thick smoke erupted from the corners of its mouth, as if it contained flames.
The huge boulder smashed down, turning all the blocking arms into bloody stains. The swollen body began to compress and swell, like a leaking container. The gray liquid gushed out uncontrollably, and hundreds of people let out miserable howls.
It tried to resist, and fire after fire surged up, but it was unable to shake the angry demon at all. It was seen holding on to the boulder, and through it, it pushed the hundred demons back to the gate of heaven step by step. .
The darkness re-wrapped it little by little, and the overflowing black mist wrapped around it. Even the demon himself could not avoid it and was enveloped by it.
But... there's no need to think too much.
The ever-deeper darkness enveloped it, and there was not much mind left, replaced by absolute disorder and madness.
But different from other monsters, in this disorderly madness, there is still something that resists tenaciously, making it take action to kill all the monsters it sees, even if it is an abominable monster itself .
The boulder squeezed the hundred monsters, and the two collided back and forth in the deep lift shaft. They quickly disappeared before their eyes, leaving only the weird roars, echoing in the darkness.
The demon stood in front of the gate of heaven, paused for a long time, turned his head and looked at Anthony.
Anthony's face was expressionless, and he clenched the nail sword in his hand.
The worst thing happened. Demon hunters not only had to fight with demons, but sometimes they would also fight with their companions, and even with themselves.
Stepping into the darkness can indeed defeat the oncoming demons, but after that, the demonized demon hunters will become a new threat.
It’s a bit sad to think about it.
The same was true for the others. They repelled a round of attacking demons and should have been cheering, but when they looked at the demon guarding the gate of heaven, they all fell into silence.
The atmosphere was frozen and stiff, until the demon slowly raised its rugged hand, holding the blood-stained hammer tightly.
"I'll wait for you below."
It said this, turned around, walked into the gate of heaven, and disappeared.
Everyone fell into silence, and then acted in silence. Some people helped the wounded, while others continued to push the boulders, throwing them into the dark elevator shaft, trying to block the way of the demons, and then there were more The boulder was pushed over.
It was like they demolished the Cathedral of Saint-Naro. Countless rubble blocked the gate of heaven. There were also many broken statues stained with blood, as if the witchers had blocked it with corpses. This door is the same.
It seems that the crisis has been eased, but all this is not over yet, no one knows when the next round of shocks will come, and how many people will die as a result.
Anthony suddenly felt very tired, both physically and mentally. He slowly walked out of the Cathedral of San Naro and sat on the steps.
He looked ahead. The Templar Knights were stationed here. They obeyed Anthony's orders and were only responsible for supporting and assisting. They never stepped into the frontal battlefield to avoid being transformed into monsters.
As he continued to look further, he saw that the Seven Hills were engulfed in endless fireworks. The flames continued to extend, reflecting the Tiber River into a surging light belt. The light belt continued to extend, passing through Fei Leng. Green is injected into the sea, and more dome lights rise above the distant sea surface.
"Samuel, you are really a lucky guy."
Anthony muttered that this place had become hell and he had no chance to leave, no matter who it was.
(End of this chapter)