Embers of Embers

Chapter 706: The unfolding disaster [Thanks to Ererxi’s leader]
"He...are they considered monsters now?"
Nord raised his sword, threatening the approaching crowd.
"What do you think?"
Samuel also got up from the ground, drew out the nail sword, and stood back to back with Nord, surrounded by people with hideous expressions, they picked up things that could be used as weapons, and squeezed the two of them with fierce eyes. living space.
"They don't look like monsters..."
Nord said uncertainly, although these people are ferocious now, they still retain their human form, which is very different from the monsters in nightmares.
"Sometimes you have to understand one thing, Nord, whether it is a monster or not, you don't have to rely on appearance to judge."
A faint blazing whiteness rose from Samuel's eyes, and his tone was cold, with a chilling chill.
"They are already monsters, just disguised as humans."
Nord didn't respond, but repeatedly released the hilt of the sword, then clenched it tightly again, squeezing hard, not allowing any space between his palm and the hilt.
This is part of the reason why demon hunters don't like to associate with ordinary people. The two have completely different ways of thinking. The latter will always retain the cowardice of human nature at any time, and face the fear of fear, resulting in some kind of human struggle, and these In the hearts of the demon hunters, they have already been constantly eliminated, and only a tiny bit is still lurking.
"Do you understand? No..."
Samuel wanted to continue to persuade, but before he could call out Nord's name, he only heard a low roar and Nord slashed with his sword.
As expected of a captain of thousands, he was fierce in his methods and superb in swordsmanship. He made almost no unnecessary movements. Each sword hit the fatal part of the human body, quickly taking away the enemy's life.
Blood was spilled, but this time Samuel was stunned. He didn't expect Nord to be so receptive. He thought there would be a psychological struggle between the two, but the guy started to chop without saying a word.
"You're not a bad guy!"
Samuel cheered, and at the same time, white fireworks gushed out, and the nail sword slashed, creating a curtain of white flames, sweeping down a large crowd.
"How do you think I survived that night?"
Nord responded in a deep voice, perhaps because of the blood, he looked completely different at this moment.
Scarlet was smeared on the silver armor, flowing through the reliefs and dents. He breathed out turbid air, and with the rise and fall of his chest, it was as if the armor had grown together with his flesh and blood, and came to life together.
"So we need to drive all these people away?"
Nord raised his firearm, firing and slashing at the same time.
"Yes, if I could, I would even want to start a massacre here, leaving no one behind. It's a pity that I don't have that ability."
Samuel answered cruelly, as the corpses burned with blazing fire and were burned into empty shells in front of him.
From the corner of his sight, he noticed these fallen corpses, and Nord couldn't help sighing in his heart how powerful the demon hunter was.
As a captain, he was one of the best among the Knights Templar, but compared with the demon hunters, he deeply felt his own powerlessness, but when he thought about it, he was facing a mortal battlefield. , and the demon hunter is facing the battlefield of hell.
"This is like a spreading epidemic, and the best solution is to kill it at the source!"
The two lost their horses. In order to rush away from the rioting crowd, Samuel walked in front and used flames to clear the way.
"Unfortunately, we currently do not have the ability to kill the source, so we can only block all transmission routes!"
"Actually, I think it's somewhat impossible to block the pathway."
Nord probably understood what Samuel meant, and his attitude towards this was very negative.
"I think so. We all underestimated this disaster. I thought there would be no problems here until the defense line collapsed!"
Samuel raised his head and looked into the distance. One flare after another rose into the sky, illuminating the dark night.
The demon hunters headed by Anthony are stationed at the Cathedral of Saint-Naro. Only when they are defeated will the threat of demons spread to the Seven Hills, triggering a battle among the knights. Now the disaster has spread outside the city and spread. It's only a matter of time until the end of the Cold War. Without the help of the demon hunter, Samuel doesn't think the Templars can last long.
This may be the largest wave of demons in recorded history, and their ferocious minions will tear everything in its path to pieces.
"How many defenders are there in Feilengcui?"
Samuel shouted to Nord.
"Not much. The main force is guarding outside the Holy City. There are only me and a few other captains here responsible for the evacuation! After all, it's time like this. It's just evacuating the crowd and not fighting the enemy. Why do we need so many people?" .”
"No, even if this is the case, we still need troops to guard Feilengcui..." Nord's words made Samuel's heart sink. He thought of something, "Unless Feilengcui was abandoned from the beginning, We never go into battle with the idea of ​​victory."
He slowed down his pace, finally stopped, and turned around. The mob was swarming around him, and it was as dark as a tide.
"So where are the others?"
Samuel asked.
“Piazza Medici!”
Nord shouted. He tried to raise his head to see his position clearly, but he was surrounded by dark crowds, as if he was being sucked into a dark vortex.
“Piazza Medici…”
Samuel recalled, jumping high, crushing a large crowd while searching for the direction of the square.
The Medici family had a strong influence in Feilengcui, and this influence reached its peak under Lorenzo Medici. He not only held extraordinary divine power, but also had huge influence among the people. Influence.
Samuel didn't know much about Lorenzo Medici. He only knew that with the support of Lorenzo Medici, many artists were born in Florence, and various artistic creations continued to appear, bringing literature and art to the world. There was a revival in the city.
Many people suspected that his purpose was impure, but it turned out that Lorenzo Medici might really just like art paintings. For the artists he funded, he never asked for anything in return. The things in return are probably some paintings named by Lorenzo Medici.
For this reason, Lorenzo Medici has been dead for many years, but many people still commemorate and respect him, thank him for his emotion and kindness, and set up a bronze statue for him, and the square where the bronze statue is located, It became known as Piazza Medici.
"Follow me! Nord!"
As Samuel spoke, he opened up the few people in front of him, and then rushed into the shop on the corner. The dark crowd behind him was blocked by the building, and the pressure was much reduced for a while.
Nord followed up with staggering steps. Compared with the demon hunters, the physical strength of mortals was still a bit insufficient, but he did not dare to stay. In this short period of time, he had noticed the changes in these people. First they became crazy, and then completely lost. Reasonably, Nord could vaguely see the fangs and claws exposed on their bodies.
He didn't dare to look back to confirm this, so he could only follow Samuel's steps. The demon hunter in front of him was burning with white fireworks, becoming the only light in the darkness.
Nord could hear the slashing sounds of others, and the soldiers and Templar knights scattered around the streets also realized that the situation was not good. This was not an ordinary riot, but the madness after being corroded.
They tried to protect themselves, but under the pressure of the crowd, they were easily dissolved like snowflakes falling on the water, and disappeared among the crowds. When these heavy steps passed by, there was only one thing left on the ground. There were tattered armors and pieces of meat all over the ground.
Such a scene is happening in every corner of Feilengcui. People who have not had time to evacuate are hiding in the shadows of the houses and blocking the doors with all available things. People who are escaping have left their luggage behind. Just so that they could escape faster, they rushed into the dark wilderness and ran in the direction of the stars.
In their hearts, the inexplicable fear became stronger and stronger, and at a certain moment, they could even see a hundred scarlet eyes in the darkness, peering at each of them.
The impact of erosion is worse than Samuel expected. It will continue to radiate to the periphery, like a giant invisible storm. First Emerald, then the surrounding areas, and even the entire Holy Evangelical Papal State will be plunged into darkness. .
Samuel broke through the obstacles and walked through the dense buildings to avoid the crowds on the street... No, it is no longer suitable to describe them as humans at this moment, it is better to regard them as monsters. A demon that has not yet been completely alienated.
He is not incapable of confronting these demons, but Samuel needs to preserve his strength. He needs to survive because he promised Anthony.
The secret blood began to boil little by little, and the whole body was so hot that it almost burned completely.
"Come up here!"
Samuel turned and ran towards the stairs, and Nord could only pant and struggle to follow him.
"It's nice to be young..."
Looking at Samuel's swift figure, Nord could only sigh helplessly. He was no longer young. The continuous slashes made him feel heavy, but he couldn't stop yet. Stop now. Just waiting to die.
"This has nothing to do with youth... I call this source of power secret blood."
Samuel poked his head out of the stairwell and said to Nord.
"Secret blood? Do I still have a chance to get some of that now?"
As Nord asked, he took off the buttons and ties on his body. He repeated this several times. He irritably stabbed the sword blade into the gap in the armor, opened it, and took off the burden on himself.
Having lost his protection, Nord felt a lot more relaxed, not to mention that he felt that this level of armor could not block the attacks of those monsters at all.
The two people climbed up to the roof from the window. The buildings were relatively dense and the height difference was not much. With their physical fitness, they could climb over easily.
"God..."
Standing at a high place, gusts of evening wind came and blew on Nord's face, but he could not feel the coolness. The wind was full of heat and blood.
Looking around, the entire Feilengcui is like seven hills, immersed in endless fireworks. The streets everywhere are filled with alienated people. They are hoarse and destroying things around them. Some soldiers are still resisting. , they hid in a narrow alley to reduce the great pressure, but there were countless enemies outside the alley, and their defenses would collapse sooner or later.
The screams echoed throughout the city, and Nord didn't dare to look any further.
"The square is just ahead, let's go."
Samuel judged the direction, his voice without any emotion.
"No, does this still make sense?" Nord asked.
"I don't know, but I don't want to wait to die. Is this a good reason?" Samuel replied rationally. He walked to the edge of the house and was about to jump up. They are just a group of mortals, but if they are used well, they can at least carve out a stronghold in this dead city."
"We must resist to the end, Nord."
Samuel said, crossing the gap between the houses, standing on the other side, looking back at Nord. Nord did not speak, but slowly backed away until the figure disappeared into the darkness.
He paused for a while, turned around, and prepared to continue moving alone, but suddenly there was rapid footsteps behind him. The sound was getting closer and louder. Samuel turned around and saw only a black shadow in front of him. Flashed in front of him...and then fell.
"Wow!"
Nord let out a scream. The gap was still a bit too wide for him. Just as he was about to fall, Samuel caught him.
"Can't you just say something?"
Samuel gritted his teeth and struggled to lift Nord up.
"I thought I could jump over it."
Nord said fearfully, saying that this was the case, but he still wanted to compete with Samuel. After all, he was also a captain of thousands, but it turned out that the demon hunter was indeed powerful.
Samuel's tense expression actually relaxed a little because of Nord's words. If the situation was different, he felt that he might be able to laugh.
Turning around and continuing to walk between the eaves, they were very close to the square, so close that the sounds of sobbing roars and miserable wails gradually became clearer.
Bursts of red-hot smoke rose, and through the smoke, the sounds of mixed hatred became clearer. There were bright fires all around. They were like wildly growing vines, hollowing out the buildings one after another, burning them into pieces. Gray and black wreckage.
Nord followed the figure in front of him. In a daze, he even felt that he had passed through the "door" at a certain moment, the door between reality and hell. Now he came to a bloody nightmare.
"what happened?"
Samuel suddenly stopped, and Nord followed, standing side by side with Samuel, falling into the same silence.
The silence lasted for a long time until Samuel pulled out his nail sword and spoke softly.
"Just stay here, Nord. If you follow, you will just die in vain."
"What about you? Didn't you die?" Nord asked.
"Me? I'm different. I'm a demon hunter."
"Witcher? What's different about witchers? I killed several witchers during Advent... in sieges, of course."
Hearing this, Samuel smiled and then stretched out his hand helplessly.
"Samuel."
"Nice to meet you, Samuel." Nord also stretched out his hand and shook hands with Samuel. "If we had met at another time, I would definitely buy you a drink."
"It's a pity that now I seem to have no choice but to accompany you to death."
Nord muttered and looked ahead. The familiar Medici Square had turned into a hell of blood. The statues erected on the side were shattered. The heads of the angels were smashed off, leaving only headless corpses in the center. The bronze statue of Lorenzo Medici is still standing, but now it has been dyed scarlet.
The ground was littered with corpses, and the remaining Templar knights struggled to form an array to resist the attackers. The attackers were all red, with fangs and claws, and came in groups.
(End of this chapter)