Ember Gun

   Chapter 650

In the cold torrential rain, Oscar wielded a long sword and a hatchet, and his body numbed by alcohol was very fast at the moment. His breathing was steady, as if he was performing a grand ball. He was dancing with the demons, and the blood was taken off. Like a red dress, it falls continuously, blending with the stagnant water.

   "This... is this a writer?"

Buscalo yelled. The drunkard who had been pushing a cup with him a few minutes ago was like a **** of war. He once wondered if he had read it wrong, but judging from the **** tone and demeanor of the other party, He is Oscar.

   "This is not a conflict! Buscarlo."

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

  "Inspiration will always be used up, and writers also need to go out to collect materials!"

  He lowered his body and struck the joint of the demon's calf with an axe. This blow directly tore the muscles and bones, causing the demon to kneel down.

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

  Oscar laughed hoarsely. Normally, this sounded like a drunk’s dream, but now it seems like an evil tiger roars.

  The long sword grid stopped and dropped the sharp claws. He didn't hold it hard, but instead made the long sword stand on his body, supported by the whole body, blocking the sharp claws, making it fall diagonally downward.

  The demon slammed with all his strength, it was difficult to recover 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 boat!"

  He stepped on the back of the demon. 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 popular."

  Oscar sighed, and the hatchet fell, slashing fiercely at the back of the demon's neck.

  Fresh blood and minced meat splashed, swiping it down with full force, Oscar only felt that his arm was numb from the shock...It could also be the effect of alcohol, he did drink too much just now.

   "I'm still old," Oscar looked at the blood and blood under him, and exclaimed at the ruthlessness of the years, "When I was young, I could break it even with a fist."

  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.

  The demon struggled vigorously and threw Oscar off his body. He fell into the stagnant water, embarrassed.

  The water level is already very high. It seems that soon, the whole old Dunling will turn into the sea. Oscar choked a few sips of water, and the taste felt terrible.

A shrill cry sounded, and the demon shouted and smashed his claws, his scarlet arms were just like scarlet swords. At this critical moment, Buscalo grabbed Oscar by the collar and dragged him from the attack range. out.

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

   Buscalo yelled. The gap in his heart is extremely huge. He thought that the drunkard was a super master hidden in the city. Who would have thought that he would lose after a few rounds of aggressive cutting.

   But to be honest, Buscalo really believed Oscar's nonsense. Although he is now embarrassed, he did feel the fearless aura 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 crazy, struggling to stand up, and clenching the missing weapon again from the stagnant water.

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

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

Panting heavily, Oscar's gaze was awe-inspiring, and from the corner of his sight he looked in the direction of Siaoliang Creek. In the stagnant water, several corpses of demons had fallen down. They were chopped up to pieces, intestines and bones. Are all exposed.

  No one would have thought that such a girl would cut so crazy, and she was still going on, she could vaguely see her figure and the monsters fighting with it.

   "It's nice to be young." Oscar said helplessly.

Siu Liangxi blocked the rest of the monsters. There will be no other monsters to interfere here at the moment. I don't know if it is the trust in Oscar or something else. Siu Liangxi doesn't mean to come back and help them. It was completely handed over to them.

"Come……"

  Buskalo was just about to ask for help from Sora River, but was stopped by Oscar.

   "What are you doing!" Buscalo puzzled.

  "You can't always expect others to save you, Buscarlo, just like you can't pin your courage on alcohol."

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

"There are always times when people are lonely, then who should come to save you?" He said, and smiled at Buscarlo, "Don't be trembling, you shouldn't say viciously at this time. Some harsh words, so that your life is not too bad?"

  Buscarlo didn’t understand what Oscar was talking about, he thought this guy was crazy, think about it, Lorenzo’s friends are not many normal people.

  Damn Lorenzo, Buscalo was going crazy thinking about this, as if all the bad luck had started then.

   "I'm not you! Great writer, I am a doctor, a **** doctor! The most dangerous weapon I have ever used is just a scalpel!"

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

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

   "Buskalo, your wife is at the end of this street, right?"

   Hearing this, Buscalo'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 you need to go alone on the final journey. Then without us, what should you do? "

  Oscar narrowed his eyes, wondering whether he was observing Buscarlo, or was alert to the bleeding goblin slowly approaching.

"Say something! It's standing still shivering, listening to your wife's wailing, and then after a while, you also fell into the same wailing, or like a man, picked up this hatchet and hacked to death This **** thing."

  Buskalo raised his head with difficulty, only to see Oscar stretch out his hand and raise the hatchet in front of his eyes.

  "Are you helping me? Give me the courage to face my wife?" Buscarlo seemed to understand Oscar's intentions.

   "Yes, and then hacked a monster to death. By the way, this is a monster. Ordinary people have no chance to hack a monster to death in this life."

  Oscar is still excited in this situation.

  Buskalo held back his fear and squeezed the hatchet tightly. It was like a hunting. It was time for the end of the road. The hunter and the prey were about to decide a victory or defeat.

   "But, Oscar, is what you just said is true?"

  At this moment of tension, Buscalo seemed to be infected and said a mess.

  May be the reason for the decision. The fear in Buscarlo's heart slowly subsided 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 life.

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

  Oscar carried a long sword and walked in front of Buscarlo.

"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 clear about his situation. He is old, his muscles are not as strong as when he was young, and his physical strength is the same. He can't swing a few times his sword, and he can't carry on continuous combat. What he has is just a short ten seconds, bursting All the power to kill the monster in front of you.

  The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, until it calms down.

The demon chose to culminate and jumped vigorously. The figure obscured all the light. At this moment, Oscar rolled vigorously to the side. The rain hindered him and his movements became a little slow, but he still managed to escape the demon. Culling.

  The power of the demon is greater than him, and the reaction speed is faster than that of Oscar. He does not have many opportunities.

  Holding the hilt with both hands, Oscar roared and pierced the long sword into the side of the demon, then kicked the knee hard and hit the end hard to make it advance again.

  The demon screamed, and Oscar screamed, thanks to the meeting with Buscalo, he finally realized that this is not a supernatural power, but rheumatism.

   Turned around and waved his sharp claws, the sharp end rubbed Oscar's chest, tearing the clothes, leaving a small blood mark on the chest, as long as he went deeper, Oscar would be killed.

  The thrill of death echoed in his mind, Oscar showed no fear, but an expression of excitement.

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

   "Buskalo!"

   he shouted loudly.

  There was no voice response, but Buscalo used actions to interpret his intentions under the rain.

  Buskalo clenched the hatchet in both hands. When the demon was fighting with Oscar, he had already come behind the demon, resisting fear and blood, he raised the hatchet high and used the power of the whole body.

   "It's like an operation."

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

  The consciousness of chaos is no longer, and Buscalo has never been sober.

  The monster in front of him is no longer weird. According to the traces of the bulging of the limbs, he can see the bones under the skin and the fascia connected to it...

"drink!"

   Buscalo screamed loudly, as if he was about to smash the fear, splitting the monster in front of him.

  The axe blade fiercely split the demon's waist and abdomen, the tough ribs were broken one by one, the flesh and internal organs were broken, and the strength was so great that it has been smashed into the spine and deeply embedded in the body of the demon.

  A harsh whine sounded, Buscalo was covered in blood, a little startled, the demon turned around and waved his claws. Just as he was about to be beheaded, the high-hanging claws stopped and could not continue to fall.

I saw Oscar strangled the armpit of the demon, and the long sword pierced under it, slamming the blade into the shoulder joint, so the raised arm could not fall, the more the demon became stronger and stronger. The muscles make the blade cut the flesh and blood deeper.

   "Good job! Buscarlo!"

Oscar turned over and climbed onto the body of the demon, and fought with it at close range. He was like a boa constrictor. His sharp pointed claws kept slipping off, his hideous fangs tried to swallow Oscar, and his scarlet tongue kept on swallowing him. Waving.

"Quiet!"

  Oscar said loudly.

   Grabbed the flying tongue, holding his breath, the old guy was so powerful, and with the sound of tearing flesh and blood, he forcibly pulled his tongue out of the demon's mouth.

  A slender blood jet, and this is not the end, Oscar continues to issue orders.

   "Don't stop!"

  Hearing this, Buscalo gritted his teeth, put his hands into the wound of the demon, and in the **** blood, he grasped the handle of the axe again.

  He growled low, and the monster wailed.

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

  Each punch exhausted Oscar's full strength. At first he could still feel the pain from his fist, but soon the blood splattered not only covering the demon's wound, but also his fist.

   "Give me down!"

   Oscar yelled, and with the last punch, he abruptly broke the tough cervical spine of the demon, his head was drooping, and a large amount of blood was spit out from his mouth.

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

  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.

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

   "Slash it against the chest, Buscarlo, 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 a long sword, its internal organs were hollowed out, and only a shriveled torso was left.

  Buscalo said nothing this time, he raised his hatchet again and approached the demon vigilantly.

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

   One blow after another.

  He is like a crazy butcher. This is no longer a slasher. Instead, he is smashing with a blunt blade, smashing flesh and blood, smashing bones, smashing his fear, smashing this **** alcohol.

   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 broken bones, and it was full of holes.

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

   is like rebirth.

  Oscar laughed at this.

   "Run! Buscarlo!"

  He yelled to his old friend.

  "Whether it is a hero saving the United States or going to death together! Anyway, go quickly! Buscalo, return to your family!"

start running! start running!

  They stood up from the stagnant water and ran towards the end of the rain and mist.

  (End of this chapter)