Embers of Embers

Chapter 71 The Path of Dragon's Breath
From the beginning, the purification agency underestimated the power from darkness. The entire town of Ende became a breeding ground for demons. All residents fell into that dream, sinking into beautiful things and becoming monsters called demons. At this moment, they came out in full force,
The power from the armor was blessing Shrike. The so-called delay was no longer possible. He hadn't even been able to see the mysterious sacred coffin. At this moment, all he could do seemed to be to fight hard to kill the enemy and keep more demons here.
The thermal energy sword slashed down with a burning red color. Although the purification mechanism did not have holy silver, they achieved the effect of holy silver in a scientific way. The wound was completely burned, the flesh and blood were completely necrotic, and the strong bones were also Destruction under that high temperature was like being hit by flowing lava.
The demon burned to death, and then more demons rushed forward. After wearing the armor, the shrike's body reached more than two meters. In order to reduce the proportion of demons, the second-generation armor added many mechanical structures and plate armor. Those heavy The armor now became a constraint for him, making his movements a little clumsy.
The sharp claws cut into his armor, splashing dazzling sparks and scratches on the surface of the metal. Fortunately, the more precise structure was covered with the demon's flesh and blood, and with its tenacious self-healing ability, the armor suffered no more damage. Just scratching the surface.
Shrike could not see anything under the slit in his visor, only the endless darkness heading towards him. He could not even identify the direction. Among the hundreds of monsters, he could only wave his sword in vain.
It feels like walking towards the sea. The dark waves slap you hard, making it harder and harder to stand until you fall down and are completely swallowed by the surging water.
Swinging the sword again, the feeling became heavier and heavier. Only then did Shrike understand what Galahad felt when he put on the armor. It was truly a nightmarish experience.
The three forces of dreams, demons, and the armor on his body were eroding Shrike's will at the same time. The green light on the armor to determine his mental state had begun to flicker, and it seemed that it would turn to red out of control in the next second.
This may also be the tragedy of human beings. They not only have to fight against monsters, but also fight against their own willpower.
The steam engine on his chest let out a low roar, and the hot steam gushes out instantly from the brass pipes. With a huge amount of force, the shrike grabbed a demon by the neck. With just a slight force, the fragile bones were broken. Breaking in one's own hands.
The demon seemed to have lost all its power, hanging limply in his hand, its muscles still twitching strangely. Then it was thrown out by the shrike, knocking over several more demons that were coming towards it.
The rising tide continued, and it was like standing on a high-tide beach. The seawater soaked into his body little by little, pushing those psychedelic memories to the shore.
Gradually, the killing became instinctive. The thermal energy sword emitted the last high temperature, and then the connecting cable was bitten off by the demon. But even if it lost its thermal energy, it was still a heavy giant sword, relying only on the waving of it. The kinetic energy can easily crush them to death.
There is no longer any way to speak, what is needed in this battlefield is to kill the enemy efficiently, so Shrike wields the giant sword vigorously, like a windmill, smashing all the demons in the field until his thoughts are gone. In confusion, the hand holding the sword relaxed slightly, and then the giant sword suddenly fell out, sticking into the ground and splashing endless dust.
The shrike's face was already pale under the visor. The moment he put on the armor, tiny electrodes were pierced from the spine of the armor and buried under the shrike's flesh, connecting the human will with the demon's body.
At first, Shrike could still maintain his sanity, but as time went by, his will became more and more collapsed, like a castle built of sand on the beach. The seawater rose and he was unable to resist at all.
Burhans' memories kept flashing back, just like at the end of his life, standing in front of the grave and recalling all the past.
Shrike saw his brothers and sisters, his cheap daddy, and his grandfather.
That was the old man, who was still full of vitality even in his old age. He brought up Shrike. At first, Shrike didn't want to come to Old Dunling. After all, Burhans was his hometown. There was everything he was familiar with here, but there was nothing One day his grandfather found him and told him that he had grown up from a child to a man.
He said that Shrike should go and see the bigger world. He might get hurt, or he might meet many enemies. Of course, he might also meet a hell of love, but no matter what he encounters, it is part of the experience, and that is enough. .
So Shrike came to Old Dunling and had everything he has now. If he could spend his retirement life back in Burhans, he would lie on the familiar green ground and watch the dark clouds pouring out of the industrial area. The embellished chaos is charming.
Unfortunately, he might not be able to go back, so he wrote a letter to his family on the platform.
Ah... hell!
Thinking of that letter, the Shrike under the visor endured the pain and pulled himself together.
The damn letter is still on him. If he died like this, who would find it?
The stinging pain from the electrodes on his back made him wake up a little. Then the metal box on the back of the armor suddenly popped open. This was an additional accessory after wearing the armor. The sealed buckles were opened one by one, and several sword hilts were opened. Emerges from the chest with the gun handle.
This is a portable weapons arsenal. Those who designed the armor designed this thing to be a consumable item from the beginning, whether it was the knight, the armor, or the weapons in it.
Pull out the broad blade, like the white thunder. It is a simple blade that does not need too much design, as long as it is sharp and hard enough.
A blazing orange-red light erupted from the steam engine, and then huge amounts of steam gush out from the heat dissipation pipes. The high-temperature gas hit the cold sword blade and condensed into countless tiny dews in an instant. With the exertion of the armor, The dew and the sword cut the demons in half, tearing out a scarlet curtain.
Power fills your body and it feels great.
It seems... just blending with the warm tide is not bad, drifting with the current, shaking the wind and rain...
The tired eyelids drooped weakly, blood splashed into the gaps in the mask, and the vision became blurred and blood-red. The shrike felt sleepy as never before, as if he could return to that familiar place as long as he closed his eyes.
Suddenly there seemed to be thunder in my ears.
"Wake up! Shrike!"
Someone shouted to him among the mixed roars, and the next moment a handsome and bloody face appeared in his field of vision. She was wearing hair and her cloak was damaged, but she didn't have any wounds.
Blue Jade tightly grasped the bulge of the armor, like a vigorous ocelot, crouching on the shrike's shoulder.
Just like a drowned person sinking into the deep sea, at the last moment when his consciousness disappeared, he held the hand stretched out from the sea, held it tightly, and never let go.
At that moment, Shrike thought of a lot. For example, he couldn't die yet. Once he died, Blue Jade would not be able to deal with such a huge monster, let alone the soldiers in the Glory behind him.
It seemed that power was re-injected into the armor, and the slow movements became swift again. The sharp sword blade cut everything in front of her like a meat grinder, and the blue jadeite seemed to dance on the tip of the knife. No matter how violently the shrike moved her They can maintain a strange balance and then fire.
Lan Jade looked at the eyes in the slit of the mask and yelled at him again.
"Shrike! Let the Glorious move!"
As long as they let the Glory move, they can break out of the siege of this monster, and even rush all the way to the source of the pollution to complete this mission.
Seemingly burning out the last bit of fire, Shrike's eyes turned red and he answered with action.
He stretched his arm to the backup weapon rack and took out a huge fire gun. Without any hesitation, he fired directly at the group of monsters in front of him and pulled the trigger, as if opening the door to hell.
Only a moment of thunder could be heard. Lan Jade, who was crouching on her shoulders, saw a white light that kept advancing. Then the light of the explosion covered her vision, and the bright light blinded her for a few seconds.
It was the dragon's breath erupting from the mythical dragon, and the wandering sea of ​​fire was released from the heavy fire gun. The liquid metal and continuously flammable substances directly covered everything in the field of vision, opening up like a waving weapon. The wings of fire scorched all life while leaving a burning path on the ground.
"what is this."
Even Lan Jade was shocked by this violent power, and the shrike's weak voice came from under the visor beside him.
"The masterpiece of the Mechanical Institute, the armored fire gun named 'Dragon's Breath'."
This is a derivative of the second-generation armor. After all, a knight should not only have armor, but also a gun that can penetrate all armors.
This is a weapon called the Armored Fire Gun. Just like its name, it can only be used by armored knights. The reason is not only that its size is beyond the control of ordinary people, but also because of its lethality.
This blow actually cleared a gap on the battlefield. The earth was burning. Shrike carried the blue jade and stood in the flames. No demon other than him could set foot in it.
Letting go of her hand, the dragon's breath-shaped armor and fire gun fell from her hand. Blue Jade flicked it lightly. In her sight, the weapon had lost its original appearance of a fire gun. It can be said that the moment it was fired, it became huge because of its size. The power exploded.
Although these scientific research institutions are known as lunatics, they never develop unreliable things, such as this firecracker. During the development stage, those lunatics realized that excessive power would cause the chamber to explode, but they did not want to lose power. , so these clever mechanics transformed this weapon into a disposable consumable.
Shaking his arms to shake off the molten iron splashed on his body due to the explosion, the Shrike took another firecracker from the weapon rack, and then rushed towards the front of the Radiance along the burning path.
Feeling the blazing temperature and this hellish battlefield, Blue Jade held onto the shrike tightly. She actually laughed despite the fact that it was so fatal. This feeling is really amazing, when you realize that your death is coming. Then you won't be afraid of death.
Beneath him were the speeding knights and burning tracks, surrounded by the wailing monsters. Lan Jade felt like she was the Valkyrie crossing the battlefield.
(End of this chapter)