Ember’s Gun

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In the cold torrential rain, Oscar wielded a long sword and a hatchet. His body numbed by alcohol was very fast at the moment. His breathing was steady, as if he were performing a grand ball. He and Demon were dancing, blood was like being Like the stripped red clothes, falling continuously, fuse together with stagnant water.

“This… is this a writer?”

Boscaro yelled, and the drunkard who changed his cup a few minutes ago, he looked like a War God at this moment. He once wondered if he had read it wrong, but from the other side’s damned tone and demeanor , He is Oscar.

“This is not a conflict! Boscaro.”

Oscar was not as relaxed as Boscaro saw. His attacks were rhythmic, breathing in the gaps and regaining his strength. After all, he was no longer young and his body was poisoned by alcohol.

“Inspiration is always used up, and writers need to go out to collect materials!”

He lowered his body, and an axe struck Demon’s calf joints. This blow directly tore the muscles and skeleton, causing Demon to kneel down.

“But going out to collect materials requires not only money, but also survivability.”

Oscar laughed hoarsely, which usually sounded like a drunk’s dream, but now it seems to be a roar of evil tigers.

The long sword stopped and dropped the sharp claw. He didn’t block it. Instead, he made the long sword stand on his body, supported by the whole body, blocked the sharp claw, and made it moved towards falling diagonally downward.

Demon slammed with all his strength, it was difficult to regain this blow, and this is the opportunity for Oscar to attack.

“I was lost in the winter forest, and I sailed out of the sea with a lone ship!”

He stepped on Demon’s back. The heavy rain drenched everything, but failed to make his steps sway. He stepped firmly on it like cast iron, and then took a step closer.

“It’s a pity that the stories written are not welcome.”

Oscar sighed, and the hatchet dropped, slashing fiercely at the back of Demon’s neck.

Blood and minced meat splashed and cut with full force. Oscar only felt that his arm was numb from the shock… It could also be caused by alcohol. He did drink too much just now.

“I’m still old,” Oscar looked at the blood and blood beneath him, and exclaimed at the ruthlessness of the years, “I can break it even with my fist when I was young.”

He should have continued to swing, but Oscar is indeed old, his breath is gradually disordered, the poison of alcohol and the cold of the heavy rain are also affecting him.

Demon struggled hard and threw Oscar off his body. He fell into the stagnant water, embarrassed.

The water level is already very high, and it seems that soon, the entire Old Turin will be turned into the sea, Oscar choked a few saliva, the taste feels terrible.

A shrill cry sounded, Demon shouted and smashed the sharp claw down, with scarlet arms just like a scarlet sword. At this critical moment, Boscaro grabbed Oscar by the collar and dragged him from the attack range. Out.

“Aren’t you very fierce just now? Why did this fall?”

Boscaro yelled. The gap in his heart is extremely huge. He thought the drunkard was a super expert hidden in the city. Who would have thought that he would be defeated after several rounds of aggressive cutting.

But to be honest, Boscaro really believed Oscar’s nonsense. Although he is now battered and exhausted, he did feel the fearless imposing manner at that moment, as if Oscar had really been like this.

“I’m old, I’m old, I haven’t held my weapon for too long.”

Oscar didn’t care about it, he looked like he was drunk, struggling to stand up, and clenching his missing weapon from the stagnant water again.

He began to feel that his resignation was a very correct choice. He had experienced that many adventures, faced countless powerful enemies, and struggled continuously on the edge of life and death.

Sometimes he feels that nothing can really defeat him, but in the arena of years, he is defeated.

“Years make people grow old.”

Oscar Wilde is old after all, but this is no way, he is just a mortal.

Gasping for breath, Oscar’s gaze was awe-inspiring, and the lingering light of his sight looked towards the direction of Shouliang River, and saw that several Demon’s corpses had fallen in the stagnant water, they were chopped up in pieces. Both the intestines and skeleton are exposed.

No one didn’t expect a girl like that to cut so crazy, and she is still going on, can vaguely see her silhouette, and the Demon who is at war with her.

“It’s nice to be young.” Oscar said helplessly.

Siu Liangxi blocked the rest of Demon. There will be no other Demons to interfere here. I don’t know if it is the trust in Oscar or something else. Siu Liangxi doesn’t mean to come back to help them, but will This Demon was completely handed over to them.

“Come…”

Boscaro was just about to ask for help from Siaoliang River, but was stopped by Oscar.

“What are you doing!” Boscaro was puzzled.

“You can’t always expect others to save you, Boscaro, just like you can’t put your courage on alcohol.”

Oscar is serious, he raised the weapon in his hand, be eager to have a try.

“People will always be lonely, then who should come to save you?” He said, laughing at Boscaro, “Don’t be trembling, you shouldn’t say something vicious at this time Then, so that your life is not too bad?”

Boscaro can’t understand what Oscar is talking about. He thinks this guy is crazy, think about it, Lorenzo’s friends are not many normal people.

Damn Lorenzo, Boscaro is going crazy thinking about this, as if all the bad luck started from then.

“I am not you! Great writer, I am a doctor, a fucking doctor! The most dangerous weapon I have ever used is just a scalpel!”

Boscaro growled. He did try it just now, but he didn’t even know how to use the gun.

Oscar didn’t care, he raised his long sword, pointed at Demon, and pointed at the end of the rain and mist.

“Boscaro, your wife is at the end of this street, right?”

Hearing this, Boscaro’s heart trembled.

“No one will save you all the time… Next we all have a task to do. This is far more important than saving a few citizens. Maybe the final journey requires you to go alone. Then without us, you should How to do it?”

Oscar squinted, not knowing whether he was observing Boscaro, or he was wary of the bloody, slowly approaching Demon.

“Say something! It’s standing in the original place shiver coldly, listening to your wife’s wailing, and then after a while, you also fell into the same wailing, or like a man, pick up this short Axe, hack this damn thing to death.”

Boscaro lifted the head with difficulty, and saw Oscar extend the hand, holding the hatchet in front of him.

“Are you helping me? Give me the courage to face my wife?” Boscaro seemed to understand Oscar’s intentions.

“Yes, and then hacked a Demon by the way. By the way, this is a Demon. Ordinary person has never had a chance to hack a Demon in this life.”

Oscar is still excited in this situation.

Boscaro held back his fear and squeezed the hatchet tightly. It was like a hunt. The time has come for things have reached a dead end. The hunter and the prey will decide the outcome.

“But, Oscar, is what you just said is true?”

At this moment with swords drawn and bows bent, Boscaro seemed to be infected and said a mess.

Perhaps the reason for the decision, the fear in Boscaro’s heart faded slowly as he clenched the handle of the axe, but he was still curious about the authenticity of what Oscar said.

He couldn’t believe that this drunkard who was drunk with him not long ago would have such a wonderful sound.

“If you have read my book, you will read such a line in the corner.”

Oscar carried the long sword and walked in front of Boscaro.

“What?”

“This story is adapted from real events, with a certain degree of artistic processing!”

At the end of the words, he was completely yelled out.

Oscar is very aware of his situation. He is old, his muscles are not as strong as when he was young, and so is his physical strength. He can no longer swing a sword several times, nor can he carry on continuous combat. He has only a short ten seconds , Burst out all the power to kill the Demon in front of him.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer until it collapses peacefully.

Demon chose to kill and jumped vigorously. The silhouette blocked all the light. At this moment, Oscar rolled vigorously to the side. The rain hindered him, his movements became a little slow, but he still dodged in a thrilling manner. After Demon’s culling.

But Demon’s power is greater than him, and his reaction speed is faster than Oscar’s. He doesn’t have many opportunities.

Holding the hilt with both hands, Oscar roared and pierced the long sword into Demon’s flanks. Then he kicked his knee hard and hit the end hard to make it advance again.

Demon screamed, Oscar screamed, thanks to the meeting with Boscaro, he finally realized that this is not a supernatural power, but rheumatism.

Turn around and wave a sharp claw, the sharp end rubs Oscar’s chest, tearing the clothes, leaving a small blood mark on the chest, as long as it goes deeper, Oscar will be beheaded.

The thrill of death echoed in his mind, Oscar did not fear, but showed an expression of excitement.

Some things that were lost in the easy life are now found again between life and death.

“Boscaro!”

He shouted loudly.

There was no response, but Boscaro used actions to explain his intentions under the rain.

Boscaro clenched the hatchet with both hands. When Demon and Oscar were fighting, he had already come behind Demon, resisting fear and blood energy. He raised the hatchet high and used the power of his whole body.

“It’s like an operation.”

He whispered and comforted himself, it was like a very ordinary operation, now he is going to amputate the patient, and in order to relieve the pain and bleeding, he has to wave it down extremely quickly.

Chaos consciousness is no longer, Boscaro has never been sober.

The Demon in front of him is no longer weird. According to the traces of his limbs, he can see the skeleton under the skin and the fascia connected to it…

“Hah! “

Boscaro screamed loudly, as if to smash the fear, splitting the Demon in front of him.

The axe blade fiercely split Demon’s waist and abdomen, tenacious’s ribs were broken one by one, the flesh and internal organs were broken, and the strength was so great that it has been split into the spine and deeply embedded inside Demon’s body.

An ear-piercing whine sounded, Boscaro was covered in blood, a little stunned, Demon turned around and waved the sharp claw at this moment. Just as he was about to be beheaded, the high-hanging sharp claw stopped and could not continue to fall.

I saw Oscar strangled Demon’s armpit, and the long sword pierced through it, slamming the blade into the shoulder joint inside, so the raised arm could not fall. The more Demon hardened, The strong muscles make the sharp blade cut the flesh and blood deeper.

“you did good! Boscaro!”

Oscar rolled over and climbed onto Demon’s body, and fought with it at close range. He was like a boa constrictor, his sharp pointed claws slipped continuously, and his hideous fangs tried to swallow Oscar, his scarlet tongue continuously waving.

“Quiet!”

Oscar said loudly.

Grabbing the dancing tongue, holding his breath, this Old Guy was so powerful that he forcibly pulled his tongue out of Demon’s mouth with the sound of tearing flesh and blood.

Slender blood jet, and this is not the end, Oscar continued to issue orders.

“Don’t stop!”

Hearing this, Boscaro bit his hands and put his hands inside Demon’s wound. In a bloody state, he grasped the axe handle again.

He growled low, and Demon was wailing too.

Oscar was riding on its neck, punch after punch according to the wound he had slashed before.

Every punch used up Oscar’s full strength. At first he could still feel the pain from his fist, but soon the spilt blood not only covered Demon’s wound, but also his fist.

“Get me down!”

Oscar yelled, and with his last punch, he forcibly broke Demon’s tenacious cervical spine, his head was drooping, and a large amount of blood was spit out from his mouth.

But Demon was not dead yet, it struggled madly, threw Oscar off its body, and pushed Boscaro back, but before he was repelled, Boscaro pulled out the hatchet embedded in it. .

It’s like opening the drain of a cistern, blood can’t stop pouring from the hideous wound, and there are fishy internal organs pouring out at the same time.

Demon staggered a few times, half-kneeled into the stagnant water inside, its voice weakened, like a lion besieged by a jackal, it came to the end of its life.

“Cut on the chest, Boscaro, smash its heart.”

Oscar got up from the stagnant water, and the Demon in front of him seemed to him no longer possesses any threat. Its head was broken, its arms were locked by long sword, and its internal organs were hollowed out, leaving nothing but shriveled. trunk.

This time Boscaro said nothing, he raised his hatchet again and approached Demon vigilantly.

The silence lasted for only a few seconds, and a resounding roar emerged, as if to spit out his soul, Boscaro flushed.

One blow after another.

He is like a crazy butcher, this is no longer a slash, but he is smashing with a blunt blade, breaking the flesh and blood, breaking the skeleton, breaking his own fear, and smashing this damn alcohol.

It collapsed heavily, until the entire chest was smashed into blood, and even the beating heart in it was smashed together, and it was pierced by the broken skeleton, and it was riddled with holes.

Finally Boscaro stopped, lying in front of him with a hideous corpse, and he was bathed in blood.

It’s like rebirth.

Oscar laughed at this.

“Run! Boscaro!”

He yelled to his old friend.

“Whether it’s hero saving the beauty or die together! Anyway, go! Boscaro, return to your family!”

Run! start running!

They stood up from the standing water, moved towards the end of the rain and mist and ran.