Ember’s Gun

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Why go forward?

Sometimes the technician himself can’t figure it out. He knows that he has no retreat and death is destined, but he still can’t stop, as if he is afraid of death.

In other words…Before you die, do more things, more things that can be considered meaningful.

Indeed, at the end of his life, he thought of father’s teachings, the guy who was always drunk, often said this to himself.

People cannot be idle, even if their life is coming to an end, they cannot be idle and do more things…

Probably it means that the time has passed for too long, the technician can’t remember clearly, and he doesn’t care about this sentence very much, because the father who said these is just attempt nothing and accomplish nothing every day, and What he said contradicted.

It’s unfathomable mystery, now this sentence is like a curse, lingering in my ear continuously.

He can’t figure it out a little. Behind him, he can see the silhouette of Demon. They are attacking along the fragile air corridor. The sharp claw presses on the metal, making low noises, and the next is the surging fire. sea, the molten iron is surging, like flowing lava.

“Don’t look back, keep going.”

The voice of a colleague rang, and he was dragged to the ground by the technician, facing Demon. He tremblingly raised the muzzle, and then pulled the trigger.

Sporadic gunfire sounded, doing the final resistance.

“To be honest, I was going to leave this thing to myself.”

The colleagues smiled bitterly. He emptied the last ammunition. Unfortunately, his markmanship was so thin that he could not stop the Demons from getting half a point.

“Leave it to you?”

The technician continued forward, dragging him vigorously.

“Well, yes, I am more willing to commit suicide than being eaten by Demon.”

The colleague’s chief sighed, and a lot of blood spilled from his neck, where it had become scarlet, and it was difficult to distinguish the location of the wound.

But this kind of thing is not important anymore, he tries to relax himself as much as possible.

“That’s really sorry, it looks like you have to die a different way.”

The technician slammed the door open. The reason for the ammunition detonation was that a large number of metal fragments scattered around, densely packed nailed on the wall, and with scarlet blood. The impact of the explosion also overturned many buildings. At this moment The door is crooked, but fortunately there are gaps, so you can move on.

The two of them crawled into the control room with great effort, and the journey finally came to an end. Both of them took a long breath, and it seemed that the weight that was pressing on their hearts had been reduced a lot.

“This place has been attacked by Demon.”

The technician looked around, there were broken bodies everywhere, lifts the head, and you could see a big hole in the high wall. Demon probably broke into it along there and was stationed in the control room. All the technicians were killed.

“Yes, this thing should still work.”

The technician picked up a gun from the pool of blood and handed it to a colleague, then moved his body vigorously so that he could directly face the crooked door, so that if Demon tried to enter, he could fire back. .

“Aren’t you afraid that I will blow myself with one shot?”

My colleagues smiled miserably, and in the face of terrifying despair, people could do everything.

The technician did not respond to his words. Instead, he was busy on the operation console. When they could see a few corpses, they fell in the vicinity. They probably had the same idea as the technician. The operation console was full of blood stains. It’s a pity that they failed. When they tried Pillar of Forge, Demon broke through here.

“It’s so bad…”

The technician whispered.

He observed that these guys were indeed doing the same things as themselves before they died. Many processes have already begun. As long as the technicians continue with his work, they can continue.

It’s like a baton.

“You better hurry up!”

The colleague shouted, and he could see the following Demon approaching quickly. He tried his best to keep his heart calm, and then raised his gun.

The gunshots continued, and at the same time, there was also a sharp sharp claw through the gap in the door, the hideous head protruding out, and then it was beaten into blood by bullets.

As the technicians started the process again, the roar continued. As the explosion caused the pipeline to rupture, a large amount of non-lethal liquid poured out, mixed with the molten iron, and aroused a more violent flame.

Under raging flames, mechanical academy on the verge of collapse.

“Come!”

The technician ran over, picked up his colleague, placed him on the other side, took his blood-stained hand, and said to him.

“Hold it.”

My colleague was nodded and pressed the lever firmly to prevent it from rebounding.

The technician moved to the other end of the console. At the beginning of the design, in order to prevent single-person operation from causing irreversible consequences, the two control levers were far away.

His hands began to tremble, and the door behind him rang fiercely. Death God came and was slamming the door.

The technician took a deep breath and kept his inner peace. He finished the final work and all the preparations were ready. He just waited for him to pull the lever.

At the same time, the gate was full of cracks, it began to dent inward, the whole began to shatter, and countless sharp claws stretched out of the gap, eager for flesh and blood.

“We… probably succeeded.”

The technician was overjoyed. He looked towards his colleague, but this guy didn’t respond. A blood-loss and pale face was reflected along, his expression was dull, and he seemed to be dead.

Rejoicing became a little lost, but instead sighed helplessly.

The prolonged bleeding has taken away his body temperature and life. The unstiffened corpse pressed the lever to complete the final mission.

The technician pulled the pull-down lever forcefully, all the preset processes started to run, and for a moment he felt that everything was quiet.

Then there is nothing left.

“Ah…it’s not an attempt nothing and accomplish nothing.”

The technician murmured, and the door shattered.

……

“Damn it! Hurry up!”

At the end of his death, Red Eagle still did not forget to scold.

Blood and broken corpses filled the gaps in the gate, and Red Eagle’s entire body was also slashed back and forth, dyed in scarlet.

The folding knife was repeatedly cut, and the sharp blade began to become blunt, and finally it was ordinary beating.

Red Eagle tried to comfort himself. This was just one-on-one time and time again. Although Red Eagle did not have the confidence to face the Demon tide, he was still very confident in fighting one-on-one.

But this kind of confidence gradually collapsed under the almost endless battle of wheels.

The hands holding the folding knife began to tremble. This was not because of fear, but just exhaustion. After all, he was just a somewhat special ordinary person, and his physical strength was limited after all.

“I’m coming soon!”

Merlin responded, wiping off the dust on the dashboard, barely seeing the rusty pointer inside, and observing Pillar of Forge’s reaction.

Turn on the rusty valves one after another and press the button.

These operations are not difficult, but after years of disrepair, these things have become extremely compact. In the end, Merlin began to smash with his hands, shaking up the smoke and dust of one after another.

“Damn it, move!”

Merlin pulled the lever, he stared at the pointer, but there was no response, and then he continued to try, still the same.

What he worries most still happened. The pure mechanical mechanism will be rusted and oxidized, but at least there is the possibility of movement, but those old lines are not necessarily.

This place was originally abandoned by the plan. Merlin rushed here with the mentality of betting, but he still seemed to lose the bet.

“No more!”

Red Eagle screamed, fell back and fell to the ground. Even so, he didn’t forget to kick, trying to kick the approaching Demon back outside the door.

After hacking and killing for a long time, the jackknife finally couldn’t hold on anymore, it broke apart, leaving only a crooked half.

Red Eagle leaned on it, climbed up laboriously, and slammed the gun fragments stuck between the gears until the gears bitten again, hong long long and merged the opened doors.

The Demons roared, squeezed into flesh under the weight, but there were still more sharp claws sticking out, they scratched hard, tried to prevent the merger, and opened the door.

“Ah… we are safe, but it is only temporary.”

Red Eagle looked at the scarlet gate, and took a look at the broken knife in his hand. Now, let alone cutting Demon, this thing is a bit hard to kill.

“This time I really run out of ammunition and food.”

He sighed and moved towards Merlin, leaning against him, watching his busyness.

“How is the situation?”

“It’s bad, I’m trying.”

Merlin took a deep breath. He stopped all the work on his hands. After a few seconds of pause, he followed the procedure in his memory and walked aside again.

Turn the valve, turn the knob, one by one, and finally pull down the lever.

No response.

There was no response, as if everything refused to respond to Merlin, leaving him only absolute silence.

“Fuck!”

Merlin yelled, smashing the machine hard, as if he was trying to smash it.

Gradually, the anger was difficult to maintain. He leaned to the other side, sat down slowly, and stared at Red Eagle.

“So, did you fail?”

Red Eagle asked. He stared at the scarlet door. A shuddering sound rang behind the door. After Buddhism, it was hell.

“Almost.”

Merlin was downcast.

“In other words, our death is meaningless, isn’t it?” Red Eagle asked again.

Merlin didn’t answer this time, he just lowered his head, wrapped in gray.

In the gloom, heartless laughter sounded.

“Not bad, in fact, not everyone can die is very meaningful.”

“I thought it would happen,” Red Eagle seemed to read it openly. “After all, this is not a novel plot. This kind of gambler-style action is impossible every time.”

“Think about it carefully, we have succeeded that many back before, and it seems that it’s okay to lose this time.

It’s just that people like us lose a bet once, which is probably the last time. “

Red Eagle seems to be talking to Merlin, but also seems to be talking to himself.

“By the way, Merlin, this is the last time, don’t you want to say something? I read the plots in the novels like this. When some characters are about to die, there will be more nonsense, as if to be in the last In time, it’s the same as retelling one’s life.”

Red Eagle said that he threw the knife over and slammed it on Merlin’s head. Merlin slowly lifted the head, his hollow eyes covered with bloodshot eyes.

“I have thought about my death, Red Eagle.”

Merlin whispered, “I always dream that I die before the gate of truth… I’m only one step away from it, and as a result, it’s hard to reach anymore.”

“Sounds pretty bad, then you shouldn’t take these responsibilities, you should run away at first, I don’t believe that there is no place for you on the death row list.” Red Eagle said.

“But there are always things that are higher than personal pursuits.”

Merlin ignored Red Eagle’s words and continued.

“So many of Merlin jumped off the cliff, I am very happy, I also abide by the guidelines until the end, not being swallowed by the enthusiasm of truth.”

On the cliff of reason, there is only the last Merlin at this moment, the sensible Merlin, he is alone, looking at the corpse mountain and corpse sea below.

The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds, leaving only the endless roar behind the door. After a while, Red Eagle asked unclearly.

“What are you… talking about?”

Red Eagle looked at Merlin slightly dullly. Red Eagle didn’t even understand his noble words. Seeing this, Merlin’s mood became weird, and finally he sighed helplessly.

“I really didn’t expect to die with you in the end.”

“Do you think I want to?”

Red Eagle got angry and yelled.

The restlessness behind the door is getting louder and louder, and you can see that the door is broken open bluntly, revealing a little gap.

The two were expressionless, and then at a certain moment, there was a muffled noise in the pipe, and then the pointer on the instrument panel began to rotate with difficulty, shaking off the dust.

Red Eagle and Merlin got up at the same time and looked at the pointer on the dashboard.

“This… is this done?” Red Eagle said joyfully.

“No, it’s wrong, we did nothing.”

Merlin didn’t understand, obviously he had failed, but then he thought of something, lifts the head, looked towards the top.

“It’s not just that we are working hard, Red Eagle…it looks like we are still a supporting role this time.”

In spite of this, Merlin still tried to provoke the corners of his mouth and smile.

This is good news, great news.

Upon hearing this, Red Eagle also shook his head helplessly, picked up the lost knife, moved towards the gate and walked away.

“Ai, I thought I was Savior, but I was preempted.”

He said very happily.

“If there is a world after death, I will definitely buy that hapless guy a drink.”

Red Eagle laughed, the next thing to do is to accept his own ending.

The two couldn’t do it easily. Even the terrifying of death was diluted with the rotation of the pointer. The laughed seemed to be not going to death, but going to a party after get off work.

“If I can, I hope I can die in a sun shone brightly afternoon.”

Red Eagle prayed.

“Sounds pretty good.”

Another hoarse voice replied to him, not Merlin.

The scarlet door opened at this moment, and countless corpses rolled in, wrapped in blood.

The gray silhouette stood in front of the gate, holding a weapon, looking at the two people coldly. Behind him are more similar gray silhouettes, holding weapons, suppressing the attacking Demon, and still continuously advance.

“You’re not dead yet, Red Eagle.”

Galahad moved towards Red Eagle Throwing a weapon, said ruthlessly.

“It’s time to work overtime.”

Red Eagle was holding the weapon, his eyes were dull, his expression turned from calm to distorted, and at last he cursed loudly and stomped his feet.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

I don’t know if it is the ecstasy of surviving after death, or the complaint of re-entering the dead.