Ember Gun

  Chapter 187 War Award [Thanks to the leader of Morgenstern]

  After the blizzard stopped, the violent burning lasted for several hours and finally slowly stopped, like a carnival after a sacrifice, the remaining ashes danced wildly like black snow scattered all over the sky.

  It seems that everything is over, new hatred and old grudges, glory and shame, all of them were thrown into the hot flame and burned.

  The night sky is deeper, and there seems to be a dark behemoth slowly diving.

  The giant whale of steel and machinery was slowly swimming in the clouds, the sails cut the cumulus clouds, the thick steam overflowed like breath, and the engine sounded like thunder, as if it was coming with wind and rain.

  "How is the Geiger Index response?"

   "In the stable value range, it looks like Lawrence is dead."

  A brief conversation took place in the command room. This time Arthur personally led the team. In some dark space, various indicator lights illuminated his old face.

  He was standing in the forefront of the command room. The transparent composite glass covered the ground under his feet and in front of him. Human eyes could barely penetrate the ground when he saw the ground. The fire was burning and I don’t know when it would be extinguished.

   "Need to continue to observe?"

  Kestrel asked from the side.

  Due to the load, there are not many ammunition reserves on the Route Dawn, and it is more inclined to secretly transport in the current military strategy.

   "Go on, we need to wait a little longer."

   Arthur said vigilantly.

Lawrence’s horror has been deeply planted in everyone’s heart. He can’t guarantee what will happen if Lawrence is not dead. Once he dives rashly, perhaps they will step into the eroded attack range. All they can do is Continue to wait to ensure that there will be no abnormal changes in the situation.

  "Do you need the original sin armor for investigation? There are only a few first-generation armors in the cabin, and they can dive at any time."

  Kestrel proposed again.

   "Is it a first generation armor?"

  Arthur frowned.

"This is Merlin's proposal. The second-generation armor is indeed controllable, but in the face of Lawrence... even the dying Lawrence is still slightly inadequate in performance, so the sealed first-generation armor was taken out, Galahad Standing by the rear, he can drive again."

The icy voice echoed, and the Kestrel knew what it meant to drive again. Since the last time he lost control, Galahad has been severely corroded. This time it will be his death date, but he is the only one on board the Dawn. Have experience in driving a first-generation armor.

   "Where is Lancelot?"

   "Same as consumables, Merlin said he should use them in more important places."

  The conversation suddenly went silent, leaving only the mechanical operation and the single-frequency signal sounds for a while.

   "Enough sacrifices tonight, forget it."

  Arthur sighed, just feeling tired.

   "So, what should Lorenzo...canonize?"

  "Canonization?"

  Arthur did not understand Kestrel.

   "Like some...identity recognition? For example, the rank of a knight? Although it is not important to a dead person, it is a proof anyway."

  Kestrel thought for a while and continued, he didn't know how to express this either.

  "It is not the part of the demon hunter, but the part of Lorenzo as a human being that really existed."

   "I didn't expect you to think of this."

  Arthur was surprised.

"It's nothing, I just realized it accidentally. In many cases, recognition is a very important thing. For example, I am no longer a street gangster, but a city wall guarding human sanity... Although I still dance on the tip of a knife, but this is the case. , Even death is a bit reluctant to hesitate."

  Kestrel continued to speak.

   "Humans are like this, they are always moved by some weird things."

   "Is that so? It sounds good, I will consider it."

   Arthur answered.

  ……

  There was a thin figure swaying on the edge of the fireworks. Seleu didn't know how long she had been walking, but in the end she arrived here along the sleepers, her expression dumbfounded.

Without any extra explanation, she knew exactly what had happened, but she was just like deceiving herself. She couldn't believe it. Walking on the battlefield of gunpowder smoke, there was still hot residual temperature on the blackened ground, and the molten iron that had not yet cooled and solidified. Flowing slowly, as if it was the coming of hell.

  Seleu is like a little girl picking up rubbish, walking back and forth in this metal cemetery, and finally she found what she wanted.

  In my impression, the detective carrying Winchester who was able to hit a cart was gone, half of his body was pressed under the twisted carriage, his eyes closed, and he was dirty.

She was a little afraid to look at it, it was like a burned corpse, most of the body surface had been burned in pitch black with high temperature, and the life force of the witcher's pride could no longer save him, just like a beast bitten Broken rag dolls, shattered and withered.

In fact, unlike the sensational episodes in the story, the emotions are surging to the extreme, but there is no touching plot. Seleu couldn't think of anything to say, and could not feel the existence of any emotions. It was just a blank, everything. It's all blank, a nightmare that can't wake up.

  Lorenzo has always been so restrained, restraining the part of being a person, obviously a living person, but restraining all emotions for that ridiculous long-cherished wish.

As he said, the guy who was too close to the Demon Hunter really had no good end, but in the end Lorenzo still ensured Seleu's safe escape... No one would have thought that the Demon Hunter was in the end. What kind of thoughts do you have at all times.

   Slowly sat down, she couldn't even perceive the existence of things around her, and even the flesh and blood struggling in the sea of ​​fire could not attract her attention.

  Lawrence is dead, but the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail is not there yet, it finally takes over all of the body, trying to crawl out of the fiery sea of ​​fire.

  I don’t know how long it took, she stood up again with a ferocious look.

   "Lorenzo Holmes."

   may be too similar to Lorenzo, and his angry look also has his shadow.

   "Lorenzo Holmes, you **** can't just die like this!"

  Looking at that dirty face, even if the witcher was about to die, he had a **** bad temperament, and the corners of his dry mouth rose up, like killing Lawrence to accomplish what a **** revolutionary long-cherished wish.

   "Yeah, you can't die yet."

  The girl whispered repeatedly, furious.

  Like many previous conversations, the meaning of this demon hunter's life is too fragile. There are only two things in this madman's mind, either to kill the demons or on the way to kill the demons.

  This kind of life is a proper tragedy, and now this **** demon hunter has completed his revenge, it doesn't matter whether he goes to heaven or hell.

  But this is not enough, not enough.

  ……

   "I...Is this dead?"

  Lorenzo slowly raised his head, still the familiar ice field, sitting on the bench.

"almost."

  Watson sat beside Lorenzo, she replied.

  Lorenzo was a little surprised at first, and then he accepted.

   "Maybe it's a dying person, I don't think it matters anymore."

   "Is even the vigilance against me like this?"

"Of course."

  Lorenzo replied, "I'm dead, and you are dead too. Not only did you kill Lawrence, but you can also die with you. It's not beautiful."

  Watson smiled and shook her head. She continued to say things that Lorenzo could not understand.

   "You seem to have forgotten a lot, and haven't recovered yet?"

   "Forgot what? It doesn't matter, Watson, I am dying. No amount of memory is as good as smoking a cigarette... If I can, I still want to eat a meal."

  It is indeed Lorenzo, he is still talking bad things to death.

   "So what happens next, when a strange train breaks through the sky and takes me to hell?"

  Lorenzo said that looking at the end of the ice field, he has always had this strange sense of sight. This place is like a bench waiting for a bus, but which neuropathy will build the station here?

   "You know exactly what the world after death is, Lorenzo."

   Watson said.

  The slightly laughing face gradually calmed down, Lorenzo replied.

   "Nothing, it's like falling asleep, but I can't wake up again."

   "Then why not try to live?"

   "Maybe I want to escape."

  The two talked casually. It is rare that the demon hunter would calm down and chat with the terrible weird, just like a confession before death.

"escape?"

   Watson was a little surprised. He didn't expect that such words would appear in Lorenzo's mouth. Lorenzo just nodded seriously.

   "Yes, after all, the demon hunter still owns the human part. We are not pure humans, nor are we pure demons. We live in the gap between the two worlds, wandering in the gray between black and white."

   "I still have human weaknesses... cowardice, pity, empathy, etc..."

   "Do you really think it is really interesting to kill demons every day?"

   Lorenzo asked rhetorically.

   "But I think you are very happy to kill?"

   Watson said without giving face, Lorenzo was speechless for a while, but then he continued to answer.

   "Well, I have to admit that it was really cool when I hacked them to death... but it's actually really tired."

  Lorenzo said somewhat sadly.

"Everyone is dead, only I survived. All I can do is pay homage to everyone with anger. Even if I don’t want to continue, that anger will still drive me, but I am not a perfect person...or a demon. I am a crippled fellow, with the power of a monster and the weakness of human beings. I will still feel tired after all, and I can't walk anymore..."

"Do you know that feeling? It's like a **** of a mission. You know you can't leave it, and you can't leave it, but one day you are going to die, you want to obey death, so you are free , Say goodbye to mission."

   "So this is your escape?"

  Watson asked.

  Lorenzo nodded.

"Yeah, this anger has been burning for too long, I have been burned, from the firewood to ashes, and I just released the last residual temperature...I really can't burn it, even so I'm dead, no one will blame me..."

  Lorenzo said casually, this feeling of being released from the heavy pressure is really good, he even wanted to go out for a day as an ordinary person, there are no **** monsters and revenge, but unfortunately there is no chance.

  The cold wind passed by, rolling up snowflakes, like a floating curtain, sweeping Lorenzo's cheeks, extremely cold.

   "No, Lorenzo."

"what?"

  Lorenzo looked at Watson, somewhat unable to hear her.

   "I said you can't die yet, Lorenzo."

   Watson stood up, as if he had noticed something, his expression became a little subtle.

   "You will die, just like all life will usher in death, but... not today, Lorenzo."

  She looked at Lorenzo proudly, her eyes stern.

Lorenzo trembled. He was shocked by this weird thing for the first time. He never knew what she wanted or what she would do, but then he heard the calm roar in his ears. Sounded.

  "Your anger hasn't been extinguished yet, right? You evade only because you have no hope, right?"

  Lorenzo looked at her in a daze, his hand penetrated his body, tightly holding the gradually stopping heart.

  Yes, he didn't have any hope at all. Under the bombardment, even with secret blood, he was fragile like an ordinary person, so he chose to die calmly.

  This is not to escape, it is to give up in despair.

   "I know you too well, Lorenzo."

   "Those long-standing pains have been tormenting you, and the flames of anger have been burning. You have already reached the depths of **** and are one with the demons."

  She whispered softly in her ear.

   "Any request, there must be a price."

  Severe pain burst along the heart, and the beat that had calmed down became stronger again, and it roared like the sound of war drums.

"what have you done?"

  Lorenzo bent down in pain, it was an indescribable pain, as if it was a torment from the soul.

   "This is the price."

  Watson pressed his head and forced him to look at himself.

  "If the firewood is burned out, then add more. You are destined to die in the raging anger, not just disappear so peacefully.

  This is part of the curse. "

  So on the burning battlefield, Seleu said angrily.

  At this moment, her identity is no longer the protected beggar, she is Seleu, Seleu Stuart, the young duke of honor.

   "If the meaning of your existence is so fragile, then let me reinforce it for you."

   She muttered to herself, and squeezed the broken sword with remaining warmth on the ground. Regardless of the scorching temperature, she swung it fiercely.

  "Give you more...meaning to live..."

  Seleu growled low, like a young lion cub.

   "Lorenzo Holmes, I recognize your existence as a human being!"

   "In the name of Stuart."

  The broken sword rested on the broken shoulder.

   "I grant you!"

  There seemed to be countless ghosts screaming, waving their swords and shields, praising everything that seemed to overlap a hundred years ago.

  War grant! War awarded! War awarded!

  They sang.

  The sound of metal comes through the long history.

  The tide-like erosion was triggered by the dying wreck, and it spread to every part of the battlefield in an instant.

  The Geiger index on the voyage to dawn reached its peak, the secret blood was surging, and the long-lasting curse dragged the dead soul back to the world.

  【Secret Blood Awakens 31%】

  The heart of the war drum is roaring.

  　 The first leader in this book! Thanks to morgenstern for bringing back Lorenzo's dog

  (End of this chapter)