Chapter 651 Battle

   "Some monsters that shouldn't have appeared, have appeared, Shao Liangye."

  Lorenzo and Shao Liangye walked swiftly in the heavy rain. They were dressed in raincoats and in the thick water vapor room. They were like two dark ghosts, wandering between the cities.

  "What do you mean?" Shao Liangye asked.

   "The monsters who have gained power."

   "Achieve... the power?"

"Yes, to be precise, the demons who have obtained power from the darkness and expressed them, you can regard them as out-of-control demons," Lorenzo said and recalled, "I meet such demons. Not many have arrived, but each is tricky."

  Burning monsters, monsters in iron armor, nearly immortal monsters...

  Lorenzo suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He read the report later produced by the Black Mountain Hospital. In that almost endless storm, the cleaning agency encountered such a monster.

  It can be known from the autopsy that those are the mad hunters who have been injected with excessive secret blood by the epidemic doctor, but Lorenzo has not encountered the similar primitive monsters.

"The so-called demons are actually mortals who have been'distorted' by'sublimation'. They are overwhelmed by the information that contains'sublimation', and the flesh they rely on is also distorted, gaining the power of madness in madness. ."

   "But don't stress too much, just treat them as stronger monsters."

   Lorenzo said so, but his palm was close to the hilt of the sword. As long as there was a slight change, he could take out the nail sword from the bag.

  Shao Liangye holds a pocket knife in his hand, red light armor under his raincoat, he follows Lorenzo next to him, and he holds a shotgun in his other hand.

  He looked down at the shotgun from time to time, and asked somewhat unexpectedly.

   "Is it really okay to give it to me?"

   "What's wrong with this, I can't use it anyway." Lorenzo said without looking back.

   "You said this gun is of extraordinary significance." Shao Liangye said.

   "Yes, but no matter how extraordinary it is, this gun is not what it was in the first place," Lorenzo said. "It has been destroyed. What I see now is just a simple thought."

  "It's just a carrier of thoughts. If it breaks, just rebuild it. I only hope that the craftsman can survive this torrential rain."

  Lorenzo looked relaxed and drove unfunny jokes.

   "And this is a gun, Shao Liangye, this is not a handicraft, it is more suitable for killing the enemy than hanging on the wall."

  Shao Liangye did not respond, and gently flicked the small words with his fingers, holding Winchester firmly.

This is a slightly strange feeling. Winchester is well preserved, just like a new gun, but after the poem was inscribed, the gun looked very heavy and old. I don’t know how it went. How much wind and rain.

   "Besides, if the original owner knew it, he probably also hoped that this gun would continue to experience the flames of war instead of being dusted in a certain corner."

   Hearing Lorenzo's words, Shao Liangye removed his mind from the gun. He could only see Lorenzo's back, and he didn't know what his expression was now.

  He had asked Lorenzo a similar question before. He was very curious who was the original owner of the gun, but Lorenzo did not give an official answer, only that it was his friend.

   is like a nightmare that he does not want to be mentioned. Lorenzo does not want to tell that secret story. This story may die with Lorenzo.

  There was a strange smile on his stern face. It was obviously such a sinister situation that Lorenzo still couldn't stop his nerves from constantly diverging.

  If you tell the story of 047, what should you say?

  Lorenzo is often troubled by this.

  I can’t say, hello everyone, what you see now is the corpse of 047...047. I am the ghost who resurrected his corpse. Can you call me Lorenzo Holmos, or 042?

  It’s ridiculous to think about it. Sometimes Lorenzo himself is a little unclear about the relationship between them, so he simply gave up thinking.

   But in this way, I really look like a ghost.

  It's like resurrecting a corpse.

   "The intensity of erosion is rising sharply."

  Shao Liangye suddenly said that, as an anonymous person, he is protected by multiple antimemes, so he is extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of erosion.

   "Well, it looks like we are very close."

  Lorenzo also looked into the depths of the rain and fog, and could already hear the thunder of gunfire and the roar of beasts.

   "Are you afraid? Shao Liangye." Lorenzo asked suddenly.

   "I am an anonymous name, this is my duty."

   Shao Liangye calmly responded, and he and Lorenzo walked side by side.

  Lorenzo smiled, did not say anything, he condensed the emotions on his face and became cold, as if he was wearing a steel mask.

  In an instant, the invisible force spread from the front. It was a force that hit the soul directly. There was no light and heat, nor thunder and lightning. It was released in an instant, shaking everything.

  Thousands of raindrops stagnated, and then they were deflected from the direction, and the water under their feet continued to ripple, as if they were boiling.

  The erosion reached the threshold, detonating the antimemetic weapon, and an invisible huge wave swept Lorenzo and Shao Liangye.

  Don’t have to say anything, the two ran and drove toward the source of the explosion.

  ……

  Yexiao looked at the sky with a slight sluggishness. From a small gap, he could clearly see the sky with dark clouds. It was so gloomy that only the raging thunder light was left.

  The tip of his nose was surrounded by smelly blood, followed by the coldness of the body surface. He could feel the washing of the rain. They repeatedly baptized himself, washed away the blood, and took warmth.

  Yexiao hates such a scene, to be precise, fighting under heavy rain, because it always reminds him of that frightening day.

  It was also in the same weather, and the enemy was the same monster. Ye Xiao remembered that he almost died there, leaving only mortals struggling in the endless despair.

  Since then, he has been lying in the hospital for a long time, and there is some shadow in his heart. As a result, at this bad moment, he encountered these bad things again.

   "Ah... I really want to just lie down like this..."

   Ye Xiao's consciousness was a little vague, and she said something expectantly.

After the antimemetic weapon was detonated, it not only affected the monsters, but also affected these mortals to some extent. Ye Xiao felt that his consciousness had become extremely heavy, but soon the noisy shouts called him back, and his vision began to slow down. Slowly rise.

  The rioter stepped over the scarlet stagnant water, and lifted the fallen sword dancer, struggling to push it up.

"hold onto!"

The cry of the riot suppressor rang in Ye Xiao’s ear, but before Ye Xiao responded, a torrent of fire hit the riot suppressor, and the fireworks burned its armor to gray and black, followed by sharp claws. He hacked it hard, leaving a huge dent.

The dense mechanical structure can be seen in the dents, just like cutting the flesh and blood and taking out the internal organs. Countless wires and metal parts were pulled out. The rioters roared and opened fire, but the fire was quickly suppressed. The sharp claws penetrated the inside along the gap, and the roar stopped.

   Ye Xiao’s gaze was a bit dull. He could clearly see the blood seeping from the armor through the gaps in the visor. The heavy rain passed by, and the blood was quickly washed away and melted into the blood under his feet.

"damn it!"

   Ye Xiao roared, the scarred sword dancer struggling to get up, it swung heavy double swords and smashed the demon, like cutting fish on a chopping board, the sword dancer revolved around it and slashed.

The heavy blade easily fell into the flesh and blood of the demon, and even cut off the muscles and bones together. Under the fierce attack of the sword dancer, this did not require any precise operation, but simply vented the anger and smashed the demon into ten thousand pieces. .

  The body collapsed section by section, turned into countless pieces, and fell into the blood.

The   Sword Dancer tried to keep moving, but another stream of fire emerged from the front. The demon was burning. It was like a gun emplacement, with a swelling film and burning fire.

  After absorbing Roger's secret blood, the demons were further "distorted", just like the wandering evil spirits in the Black Mountain Hospital, exuding deadly evil spirits.

   Ye Xiao tried his best to avoid the flow of fire, but the high temperature that passed by was still too hot. The vapor evaporated and the armor was hot.

   "Be careful! Ye Xiao!"

  The warning sounded, and another stream of fire was released from behind the sword dancer.

  The spear of molten casting rotates forward, splits in mid-air, and turns into thousands of red metal, like a shotgun, turning into a dense barrage, dispelling the rain and fog, and burning them together with the monsters behind the rain and fog.

The   Weapon Master walked quickly. It picked up the armor and firearms, and while advancing, it continued to fire. The scorching flames continued to force the demon back.

Shrike gritted his teeth. Since his trip to the Sea of ​​Silence, he hasn't experienced such a high-intensity battle for a long time. What he sees is all monsters, and there are also those monsters that have been strengthened. They have the characteristics of power. , More difficult to fight against than ordinary monsters.

   "The next round of shelling is about to begin! Retreat!"

   Shrike yelled, the weapon master fired again and again, covering the sword dancer's retreat.

After fighting hard, the water on the ground has completely turned blood red. Among them are the remains of the demon and the fallen armor of original sin. They are like dead statues, piled up with flesh and blood, and become what is now Position.

The surrounding buildings were also destroyed, the streets were devastated, the citizens were evacuated to nearby outposts, and the Shrike was now guarding the way forward. Once these monsters conquered, then the tragedy broke out. .

  Take a deep breath, Shrike presses the button, and Florund's potion is injected along the buried needle. He said to himself that it was not a big deal, it was just another battle.

  Shrike experienced many near-desperate battles in his life. It was probably a mockery of fate. Every time he felt that he might not survive, he would survive inexplicably, and then greet greater despair.

   is like destined in the dark.

  Shrike smiled. If such a law really exists, he does not know whether it is happy or sad, and treats it as a blessing or a curse.

In the position behind   , the heavy UFO stood there, these armors from Nine Summers were much heavier than the original sin armors, they were clumsy, but full of firepower.

  The roar of cannons rang out, and dozens of flames rose above the sky, and then fell with thousands of fires.

With constant roaring explosions, after the protection of antimemetic and holy silver, every piece of metal has a deadly threat. They shatter into metal storms, repeatedly cutting the body of the demon, just like cutting grass. In a blink of an eye, a large swarm of demons was knocked down.

  Some of the fallen flesh and blood still survived. The iron armor they wore was smooth and bright like a mirror. This was both a protection and a sharp edge.

The look of the shrike is heavy. These monsters in iron armor are more troublesome than other enhanced monsters. Whether it is fire or high-speed self-healing, these monsters can be suppressed by fire, but these iron armored monsters are different. Most armored monsters are different. The attack failed to break its armor.

  Suddenly thought of Lorenzo, Shrike vaguely knew that Lorenzo had chopped up the demon, why he was so ferocious, protected by that kind of armor, he was like a butcher who could not resist, harvesting one life after another.

   "Set fire to them!"

  Shrike gives orders.

  These iron-clad monsters are extremely tricky. Once they are pushed forward, it will be difficult for the Shrike to regain a position from their hands.

  The artillery fire roared, countless projectiles slammed into the ground, the solid road was smashed into deep pits of various sizes, some damaged the pipeline, the water surged, and even the entire ground began to collapse and collapse downward.

  The anonymous people wandered among the original sin armors with weapons in their hands. They dealt with the surviving demons and gave them the final blow. The gunshots were not violent, but every knock would crush a head.

  Heavy footsteps sounded, and the iron-clad demons launched a charge. The projectiles hit them, but failed to stop them from advancing. Instead, they were bounced away, splashing countless sparks.

  With this batch of demons attracting firepower, the other demons followed behind them, the fire continued to overflow, and they launched another offensive toward the position.

   "Ye Xiao! Sober!"

  Shrike urged, but under the successive battles and the shadow of the past soul, Ye Xiao’s movements had already appeared obvious sluggishness.

  The sword dancer's pace began to slow down, and the fuel tanks on it had already been destroyed in the first round of the battle. The weapon master stopped abruptly, and it took the last armoured gun from the weapon rack.

"put!"

Shrike gave the order. It was also at this time that the buildings on both sides of the street were blasted, revealing two huge oil tanks. As the wall collapsed, they rolled down from the roof and slammed into the blood in the middle of the road. In the water.

  The weapon master raised his hand straight, and he stared at the distance between himself and the monster.

  Get closer, get closer...

   Pull the trigger.

  The dazzling stream of fire was shot, passing the water surface at high speed, bringing up a fleeting mist.

  The red metal fragments were nailed into the surface of the oil tank. Soon after, a roar of explosion sounded, and the dazzling firelight took everyone's sight, leaving only a piece of rolling and burning white.

  (End of this chapter)