Ember Gun

  Chapter 105 Confession

The fast-moving iron snake is like a galloping crossbow arrow. At the moment when it intersects with the demon, the firecracker in Lancelot's hand bursts instantly. Lot's iron chain broke one by one, and then the jerky knight leaped out.

  It was a thunderous figure. The sharp steel cut the air and uttered a harsh whine. Soon after, the heavy body hit the ground, and the figure slowed down on the ground very calmly, leaving a deep gully.

  The hideous face slowly appeared underneath after the dust was lifted up.

This is the first time Lorenzo has seen the Armor of Original Sin so clearly. In Ende Town’s action, the night enveloped everything. He could barely see the vague figure, and this time Lancelot stood tall on the ground. , The broken sunlight illuminates every part of him.

It is a refined and beaten armor. The plate armor is delicately bitten together. You can see the flesh and blood underneath it from the gap. The steam pipe and machinery are protected under it, and the indicator light is emitting. Harmonious emerald green, the armor of original sin is under control.

  This is the perfect combination of steam machinery and monster creatures. It is not a killing weapon that ordinary people can design. It will be a heavy test even in the face of that armor.

But after a brief shock, Lorenzo was a little surprised. In fact, his appearance was a bit beyond Lorenzo's expectations. He thought the original sin armor would be so huge, but Lancelot's armor seemed to him a little thin. After removing the necessary plate armor protection, there is no excess armor overall.

This armor seems to be pursuing extreme mobility. The overall appearance is very light. The hook device on the back extends to the arm. Except for the equipped blade and armor, there is no extra thing. Watching the armor is painted with blue. Pretend, he must act like thunder.

Without waiting for Lorenzo to think more, the dark monster in the smoke of the explosion jumped out again. This time even Lancelot was surprised. With the high-temperature burning, the monster was hit for a short time even if he did not die. Lost the ability to move, but the demon continued to flee as if nothing had happened.

Lorenzo followed closely, and the blue knight also began to rush, the hook of his arm popped out, nailed to the distant railroad track, the micro motor began to pull back, and then he drew a sharp sword on the ground. Dragging upwards, accompanied by the flying sparks swiftly approaching.

  The movement is flowing and flowing, and there is no cumbersome feeling of steel. For a moment, it seems that the action is not a armored knight, but a living person, dancing a deadly dance, waving the slender blade in his hand.

The two figures quickly approached, but just as Lancelot was about to approach the demon, the demon's figure suddenly fell, and then his sword pierced into the air, leaving a huge dent on the ground because of this huge force. Slashed, the underground steam pipe trembled, and then hot steam leaked out of it, burning the armor.

Lorenzo arrived in a few seconds, and his legs were indeed a little too difficult to catch. He watched coldly at the place where the demon disappeared. This was a steam well densely distributed between the factories, because they needed a lot of steam to discharge. An area was designated for the construction of steam wells.

   "Don't tell me it got in."

The turbulent steam is released from the well, and ordinary people will be completely steamed within a few seconds of stepping into it. Even monsters will be hit hard by it, but if the tenacious vitality keeps it alive, then Lorenzo had no hope of catching the complexity of the pipeline.

Lancelot remained silent, but in the silence he did not stop his actions. He took off the armored firecracker from the weapon rack on his back, and the burning muzzle pointed directly at the steam well. With the power of this terrifying dragon's breath, he added In this confined space, even a knight in armor would be killed by melting armor, not to mention a demon.

  But this blow will also bring huge consequences. This is the discharge well of the factory. No one knows what chain reaction will be caused by such a powerful shot.

  But the demon hunter did not give up. He was still thinking while holding Winchester, but suddenly the close connection disappeared, and the demon he had been chasing reacted silently in his perception.

   "Wait! Don't fire!"

  Lorenzo pressed the cold muzzle with one hand. To be honest, the specifications of this weapon are like iron pillars in his hands.

Obviously Lancelot would not listen to Lorenzo's words, at most he would listen to a suggestion. Lorenzo could hear the soft questioning, which seemed to come from under the visor. After a while, he received a message from the central surveillance station. receipt.

   "The demon reaction was confirmed to disappear, and the Geiger index began to decline and returned to normal."

The blue jade's voice sounded in the communication channel, putting a stop to this sudden fight. Judging from the fading scarlet, the monster seemed to have been killed by the high-temperature steam. On the way here, they will temporarily block this place, and recover the twisted flesh and blood that has been steamed from a certain pipe deep underground.

   "It looks like that hapless ghost is steamed."

  Lorenzo sneered. The demon finally died, but he felt a little upset. He didn't die in his own hands after chasing for so long, just like a hunter who hadn't enjoyed himself.

   Raised his head and looked at Lancelot, the tall figure was like a mountain, and his body was loaded with plate armor, and the plate armor style seemed extremely sharp, like a sword hidden in a sheath.

  Lorenzo could feel the gaze coming from under the visor, and the mysterious Lancelot was looking at him.

  For the knight commander Lorenzo, they heard a lot about the Kestrel Shrike. Apart from praising his strong willpower, it was the mystery of the knight commander.

Everyone in the cleansing organization has a code name. In the mythology of Inervig, the name of the Knights of the Round Table is the most honorable code name. Only those with the highest position in the cleansing organization, such as the Duke of Phoenix, who manages the entire cleansing organization. His code name is Arthur.

The next level is the upper knights below the knight commander. Their code names are usually named after birds, but even so, everyone still has their original names, and even people who have good personal relationships will know each other’s real names. But Lancelot is an exception.

Every time he sees Lancelot, he wears the armor of original sin. On the other hand, almost no one has seen Lancelot take off his armor. He doesn't know how tall or ling looks like. Through the voice, the only thing What can be confirmed is his gender.

Some people inside have speculated that Lancelot is not a human at all, but some kind of monster, a monster developed by the perpetual pump. After all, only monsters can perfectly control the armor, and only monsters are unwilling to take off the armor to show themselves. .

  Lorenzo looked at the visor with some curiosity for a long time, but he did not answer for a long time. Then, as if he had received any orders, Lancelot turned and headed to the iron snake that had transported him.

It was a steel chair seat. As Lancelot sat down, the mechanical bite fixed it, and then a group of people in white coats crawled out of the corner. The white snake was engraved with a tail-biting python. The maintenance staff from the pump of perpetual motion connect the pipes and circuits to the armor, and then the armor is filled with low-temperature gas, so that the active monster material calms down.

  It was like a restless life falling asleep again. Lorenzo could clearly feel the loss of the armor's power, but the visor in it did not bounce. It seemed that Lancelot fell asleep with the armor.

  Finally, the armor on the iron snake closed again, concealing Lorenzo’s line of sight, wrapping and sealing it like an iron coffin.

  Soon after Joey arrived late, he was breathing heavily, but soon his breath subsided and he became a neat person.

  With a kind smile on his face, just like Lorenzo had seen him for the first time before.

   Glancing at him, Lorenzo glanced in the direction of the iron snake again. As the steam cloud overflowed, the iron snake slowly moved on the rails, and then accelerated and disappeared before Lorenzo’s eyes.

   "Have you seen Lancelot really look like?"

  Lorenzo asked in a wicked way, he rarely became interested in a person suddenly.

  Joy shook his head. He seemed to understand why Lorenzo was so curious, so he said to him.

   "The identities of the knight commanders are confidential, and only Arthur knows their full picture within the cleansing agency."

   "Is that so?"

  Lorenzo thought it was a bit interesting. He originally used the cleansing mechanism to be just an organization of demons that continued the way of the hunting sect, but after so many days of contact, he found that the cleansing mechanism was far more complicated than he thought.

  More iron snakes came from the other side of the track, and the scavengers responsible for clearing the battlefield finally came.

  ……

   "I confess to you, my mentor."

  In the confession room of the church, the man leaned against the wall, staring hollowly at the dim upper part.

His whole body was rancid, his cheeks were stained with dry blood, and there were countless wounds on his torn clothes, but with the squirming of flesh and blood, they were healing in a trembling scene, One bullet after another was squeezed out of the wound by flesh and blood, but he looked at his head blankly as if he didn't feel the pain.

   "I forgive your sins in the name of God."

  The voice came from behind the curtain, and I could barely see someone listening to his confession after that.

The man’s absent eyes lit up slightly, but soon dimmed again, tears gushing from his eye sockets, he slowly raised his hand, but he seemed to be able to see an illusion. Unclear people are yelling at him.

   "But... But I killed people, many people, by cruel methods."

  "But they are sinners, aren't they? You are just practicing your justice, and God will forgive them."

  The sound was like a warm sun.

"Really?"

  The man’s voice trembled a little, and he didn’t seem to expect this to be the result.

"Yes, everyone has his own justice and his own ideas. Perhaps it is innocent in your opinion, but it is guilty in the eyes of others. You can’t be sure that others are good or bad, but you know yourself. The only person who can judge you is yourself."

  His breathing started quickly, as if he had received some affirmation. People who had never been affirmed got affirmation. He tried to get up, but it caused the wound on his body, which made him make a painful noise.

   "I don't think I am me anymore."

  He said in confusion, the man was so weak before, but now he can kill one person after another indifferently.

   "Could it be that you found your own essence?"

  The tutor’s voice echoed in this small space, like a spell, repeatedly.

  "Don’t stop the child, the things you should do have not been done, and the justice that should be executed has not been done yet, hasn’t it?"

  Like the lost lamb suddenly got the guidance, the man murmured the words of the instructor repeatedly, as if he had moved again, but then he cried again.

   "I think I can't do it, I can't do it, I have met some people, they are so strong, I almost died."

  The curtain was pulled up, and the man instantly became nervous, but then a somewhat old hand stretched in, leaving a few injections, and then a solemn voice sounded.

  "You are a child of God, and we will not abandon you. If there is a strong enemy, then we will give you a sword to carry out your justice, child."

The man stared blankly at the injection in front of his eyes, and then he seemed to see hope in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to grab it. The muscles caused the wound. He uttered a whisper of pain, but he didn't give up. Finally he held hope, but the old arm stretched out from behind the curtain again and held him tightly.

  He was a little frightened, pulled by a powerful force, but could not get out of the bondage, he was full of fear until the tutor’s voice sounded again.

  "But all of this is a child with a price, but there is no need to be afraid. All this power requires is your tiny dedication. Are you willing?"

   "I do!"

   Without waiting for the tutor to continue to say anything, the man immediately replied, as if he was afraid that he would go back.

   "I don't have anything anymore. If this is the only way to satisfy my wish, what can I expect?"

  He continued to speak, a fire ignited in his eyes, resurgence.

  The instructor was slightly shocked, but then laughed, his voice echoing in the man's ear.

"That's it, kid, this is the right thing, this is the right thing. Those people can't give your girl a righteous answer, so you can do it yourself, and God will forgive everything you have. After all, you have already offered it. Everything about you."

As the words told, something in the man's heart became more and more determined. He stood up from his pool of blood, and his bloodied hands tightly held the hands of the instructor. Through the hazy curtain, he could vaguely Seeing the people after this, he said gratefully.

   "Thank you, mentor Lawrence."

  Blood gushing along the gap in the door, quietly flowing on the ground, and the scarlet reflection of the man's hideous figure.

  (End of this chapter)