Chapter 652 Hypothesis

The armored fire blast detonated the oil tank, and the flammable and explosive lacquer antimony was released from it. The pitch-black liquid splashed around against the firelight, clinging to the surface of the building, and the body of the demon blended into the pool of water. middle.

  Burning, raging.

  The flame was so powerful that for an instant it left only pure whiteness in people's eyes, as if facing a blazing sun. Many people couldn't help closing their eyes and moving their sights away, so as not to burn their eyes when they looked at each other.

  Shrike took a deep breath, the firelight pulled the weapon master's shadow long and thin.

  The burning lacquer antimony melted into the stagnant water and turned into a monstrous fire that spread wildly, sealing the streets in an instant, and separating everyone from the monsters with a fiery wall of fire.

  The high temperature evaporates the stagnant water and dispels the chill. There is a large amount of paint antimony stored in the oil tank. They are still burning. Judging from the reserves expected by the Shrike, this wall of fire will last longer.

   Ye Xiao couldn't help taking a long breath when he saw this. The wall of fire hindered the progress of the demons and won them a little breathing opportunity.

  In the boiling sea of ​​fire, one can still see dark figures trying to approach, but most of them were shot and killed while they were on the way. Fireworks burned their bodies and turned them into ashes.

  The anonymous people waded and moved, and under the continuous rainstorm, the spreading water made their fortifications useless, but at least not all were useless.

"how do you feel?"

  Shrike asked with concern, a high-ranking knight like Ye Xiao, in today's situation, is already an elite force, and it must not be easily damaged.

  "Fortunately... it was probably the impact of antimemetic, which made me slow down a lot just now."

  With the passage of time, with the assistance of Florund's Potion, Ye Xiao felt that his condition was much better, but how long it could last is still unknown.

  Like this storm, no one knows when it will stop.

  Shrike turned his head, the sea of ​​fire did indeed work. It could obstruct most of the demons, but some of them were not affected by it and continued to advance.

  "Go back and supply it! Leave it to me here!"

Shrike said to Ye Xiao, in this case, there is no need to talk too much nonsense. The sword dancer quickened his pace and brought waves of waves, while the weapon master turned around and took off the sharp long blade from the weapon rack on his back. .

  More shadows are rushing in the sea of ​​fire, and there are more figures standing behind the weapon master.

  The rioters have completed a new round of assembling. They are holding heavy guns and forming a dense array of guns next to the weapon division.

   Pull the trigger and fire all fire.

Hundreds of kilograms of bullets poured out in an instant, only to see the speeding light colliding back and forth, smashing buildings, breaking the water, easily piercing the flesh and blood of the demon, and finally bounced away by the strong iron armor, leaving behind deep Deep dents.

   "Stop them!"

   Shrike yelled, and the last Ubud was bombarded again, and a round of fire rose to the sky, and it fell shortly afterwards.

  Demons are devouring this city, and the wars that are set off here are undoubtedly speeding up all of this, death and blood, wailing and fear.

  This is the most solid position for mankind, and it is also the most suitable hotbed for the expansion of demons.

   "Some citizens have begun to alienate!"

Anxious shouts sounded in the    channel, and soon another person gave the order, and then Shrike heard faint gunshots in the channel.

  It’s not easy.

  The weapon master set up a sharp blade, waiting for the monster to break through the sea of ​​fire, while a few rioters did it from the rear, dragging the heavy weapon box, and before contacting the monster, refilled the weapon master's weapon rack with weapons.

  "Attention all units!"

  The warning sounded again, and then the Shrike heard the siren sound from the dome. It was so deep and melodious that it once overcame the roaring artillery fire and thunderstorm.

  The war airship skimmed over at low altitude, opened the magazine, and dropped it along the street.

   A more dazzling explosion sounded, and what it dropped was the same paint antimony bomb.

  The explosion splashed flammable black water, mixed with the majestic heavy rain, washed over the monsters, and at the same time it was also being ignited.

  Looking from high above, the street guarded by the shrike and its end, you can see that a dazzling fire surged in an instant, connecting the starting point and the end point, and then the fire swallowed the whole street.

  This is like a screen. The roaring sea of ​​fire swallows most of the ordinary monsters. The high temperature heats the air from cold to Baidu, and every breath accelerates the burning of the lungs.

  A figure fell down, and what remained was the extremely difficult existence to deal with, and it was also the difficulty that Shrike was about to face.

   "Really timely support."

Ye Xiao’s voice sounded again, and the sword dancer moved quickly. With the extra time gained, it completed the second preparation, and behind that, a group of technicians in raincoats were stepping up the preparation of the remaining riot suppressors. .

  These technicians from the perpetual pump are in a bad mood. Generally speaking, they hardly touch the front line of battle, but in today's circumstances, he also has to show up to support the battlefield.

   is bad, but not so bad.

  These technicians are very clear in their hearts that the heavy rain has paralyzed the drainage system, the pillar of the furnace is operating under overload, and the treacherous erosion is spreading between the cities like a disease...

  In their words, the city is hopeless.

  Even if they hide in the ground and shrink in a secret perpetual pump, this is not safe, so instead of dying in the dark underground, these technicians choose to die under the sky.

  "Go! Go! Go to the next one!"

  There are technicians greeted them. After all, they are not as numerous as soldiers. They are scarce in number, and they can only wander on the battlefield in a guerrilla manner to provide assistance to those in need.

  The armed iron snake stirred up waves and stopped not far away. The carriage opened and there were soldiers in it. In the open-air cargo compartment, there were also riot suppressors moving along with it.

  The stagnant water will hinder the progress of the armed iron snake, but with the previous experience of fighting, this time the decontamination agency has also included the meteorological interference.

The defensive line of the cleansing mechanism took Dun Ling Tower as its origin, and gradually formed a circle, and the area they guarded was a higher position in the old Dun Ling. The stagnant water here is not as terrifying as it is now, and it is still under control. In, they can use armed iron snakes for quick support.

  The area outside this line of defense is an uncontrollable zone, or an abandoned zone.

  No one knows whether the armed iron snake can move forward in such deep water, even if it moves forward, how long can it move forward? No one knows, and no one will try.

  Any action to leave the position right now is to die.

   "You guys stand it up!"

  A technician yelled, and then the armed iron snake moved on, swiftly running on the track that was still able to move, and headed to the next location.

   Watching the departure of these technicians, Shrike turned his attention back to his eyes. The iron-clad demons had already stepped out of the sea of ​​fire, and the flames burned them, but in contrast to the strong vitality, this injury was not enough to drag them down.

  "One, two...three..."

   Shrike calculated in a low voice, not only the monsters with iron armor walked out of the sea of ​​fire, but also the monsters burned in darkness. They have strong self-healing ability and struggle between life and death.

  It can be seen that the charred skin is fading one by one, and then new flesh and blood are exposed to the air. The bullet hits their bodies, but they are wrapped in tough muscles, and soon fade away with the dead flesh and blood.

  The weapon master squeezed the blade, and Shrike was grateful for the departure of the technicians, because at this moment, he didn't know whether he could hold this place.

  "Where is the anonymous name? Where is their so-called'Wangchuan'?"

   Shrike yelled at the communicator. This was the key to their victory in the war. But now this hole card is still hidden in the dark. It is even said that Shrike doesn’t even know what this hole card looks like.

  "It’s not time to show his trump card, Shrike."

  Zuozhen’s voice sounded in the channel.

  "This is a death race, as long as we kill Roger before the old Dunling completely collapses."

   "What about Roger? Just the demons he spawned have made us exhausted!"

   Shrike asked back, not only Shrike is under fierce attack here, but also in other areas. Not long ago, he also received a request from Gao Wen for help.

  The silent Gawain couldn't help but ask for help. It was hard to imagine what the tragic situation on his side had become.

   "Soon, I guess he will come soon," Zuo Zhen said, "We can't expose Wangchuan yet. We have paid such a high price to paralyze him and we can't fail here."

  Shrike was silent, and then he asked angrily.

   "Then where are you? Zuozhen."

   "I am where I should be," Zuozhen's calm voice resounded in the channel, "If you start to doubt, then remember the regulations you adhere to, shrike."

  His voice was like a heavy stone, pressing on the shrike.

   "Absolutely stubborn and blindly believe."

  The sound was interrupted, Zuo Zhen put down the communicator and turned his head back, looking up at the fire gushing in the gap between the steel.

   "Is this the Pillar of the Forge? It is magnificent."

  Zuozhen admired, this is a miraculous existence, and now it appears in front of his eyes without reservation, bursting with flames.

   "What are you going to do? Zuozhen."

   Merlin stood behind him and asked loudly.

  As the person who stayed at the Pump of Perpetual Motion, Merlin was ready to fight to death, but he did not usher in the demon, but ushered in Zuozhen.

   "Protect here."

  Zuo Zhen replied calmly. Beside him, Mr. Cai, who Mei Lin had seen, was followed. Mr. Cai also showed a smile and nodded to Mei Lin.

   "Protect...here?"

  Merlin didn’t understand. Zuozhen, who was the commander, did not lead the battle, instead he was talking about protection.

"This is the only way to reach the'death prison'. The monsters will take the lead to overcome the defense line, and then the mechanical courtyard. They will climb down the vertical shaft wall in groups, just like the insects exposed after the mudstone is lifted. group.

  They will fall into the perpetual pump, and finally follow the pillar of the furnace to the death cell. "

   Zuo Zhen muttered to himself.

"Roger can't be kept from the prison. He will definitely come here and destroy our last hope. But in the same way, we also know the information that he will definitely appear here. We can hold him tightly and finally Kill him here."

  Listening to Zuo Zhen's words, Mei Lin's face changed slightly.

   "Are you using death jail as bait?"

   "Of course, haven't you realized it yet?" Zuo Zhen looked into the darkness below, "How stupid people are to set up the refuge here?"

   is set up at the core of this battlefield.

   "But..." Merlin just wanted to refute something, but his words suddenly stopped.

  He seemed to wake up suddenly, and a loophole he had never thought of was exposed before his eyes.

  The loopholes in the death row, I don’t know it completely, but also stupidly execute...

   "What do you...know?" Merlin asked.

   "I don't know anything, all this is speculation right now." Zuo Zhen said.

   "Anyway, this is just my misunderstanding of the death row plan. If it is correct, then Roger will sooner or later hollow out our brains and know this information, so as to conquer it.

  Assuming that the death row is false and a bait, then it will still attract Roger to come.

  So it’s just a difference in ‘interpretation’, and the results they achieve are the same. "

  Zuo Zhen's eyes narrowed slightly, like a very cunning fox.

   "You said you don't know anything!" Merlin demanded loudly.

  Zuozhen answered slowly.

  "I really don’t know anything, I’m just ‘guess’.

  Assuming that the death row is really just a bait, then what is the catching net set up on the bait? do you know? Merlin. "

  Mei Lin was taken aback, shook her head, and whispered, "I don't know."

  At this critical moment and encountering such a thing again, Merlin felt that his brain was about to be rolled into a paste.

   "It's right if we don't know. If we know, then Roger must know.

  So in order to make the plan seamless, no one will know the truth. "Zuo Zhen said.

   "Then who knows all this?"

   "Those who are independent of the story."

  Zuo Zhen retracted his gaze and strode towards Mei Lin. There was still confusion in Mei Lin's eyes, he asked again.

   "Why only you'guess' this."

  Merlin didn’t understand, he didn’t think of it at all.

  "Because I am an anonymous name, I am Zuozhen."

  Zuozhen said calmly, and another scene appeared in his mind, on the ruins of the broken dome, in Percival's retelling, the anonymous name that died.

  He remembered that he had never sent an anonymous to infiltrate the broken dome, and with the defense of the broken dome, an anonymous could not easily enter, unless...

  Unless a strong antimemetic protects him, people around him will not notice his existence if they don’t deliberately pay attention.

  The connection between that person and the world is extremely thin, and if he exerts a little force, he will be completely cut off.

  In Zuozhen’s memory, there is only one type of person who can do such a thing.

  Zuo Zhen looked at Mr. Cai beside him. Mr. Cai narrowed his eyes and smiled as if he was wearing a mask.

  Cai is not a name, it is an appellation, it does not refer to a person, it refers to a group of people.

  Zuo Zhen felt a moment of lightness in his heart. A group of Duke Cai, who was not in his own cognition, hid in the shadows, outside of the story.

  So these people who are out of the story, besides Cai Gong, who else is there?

  (End of this chapter)