Ember Gun

  Chapter 36 Recycling

The uncontrollable will looked at the figure on the carriage. It was a gift from the dark. The power of mortals was simply unable to resist it. The Shrike had no chance of winning, but it was huge when Galahad was about to tear it to pieces. The wind pressure covered him, and then the sound of the mountains cracking slowly arrived.

  The heavy blow from a long distance carried the power of a thousand engines, and the burst of air instantly burst into heavy ripples.

It was a projectile weighing 30 kilograms, hitting the out-of-control Galahad at a very high rate of ejection. This level of attack was no less than being hit head-on by the latest heavy-duty train, even if it was unknown. The strength of's is also difficult to resist this huge kinetic energy, I saw that Galahad's figure was strangely twisted, and then he was knocked out heavily.

The projectile dragged him into the ground, and then the front end of the warhead exploded. The violent gunpowder released huge heat energy. The inner projectile embedded in it was also detonated. The flowing mercury was evaporated in an instant, and it was fatal for a time. The mercury vapor enveloped the explosion point.

  Shrike's heart was beating violently. This kind of action using himself as a bait was really risky. Even if he took a wrong step, he would be cut into pieces by Galahad's wings.

On the other side, the muzzle of the smoothbore gun was filled with blue smoke, and the frame of the car body began to tilt due to the huge recoil. The soldiers seized the time to load the bomb. This was originally transported here to kill those large targets. It turned out to be used on his own people.

   "Reload! Can't let him come back!"

  Without the slightest mercy, since Galahad lost control, Shrike stopped seeing him as the person he had known.

There was a roar again, the heavy projectile knocked down the figure that was about to stand up again, and the milky white mercury vapor rose in the raging fire. After all, the demons are just a group of strange and mysterious monsters, no matter how terrible they are, they still retain them. The characteristics of "biology", then conventional physical means are still effective.

Galahad's body was distorted by the shock. It stands to reason that with a human body, his internal organs would have been shattered into a ball under the heavy blow, but the terrible vitality dominated the body, the broken bones. Recalibrated by his strong muscles, he slowly stood up to meet the next round of attacks.

  The roar came again, and the shattered blade after the dazzling firework ripped open the milky mercury vapor. The deadly gas had no effect on Galahad. The armor was controlling him and protecting him.

The sound of dense explosions sounded, not only Galahad was under attack, but the underground palace was also crumbling under the continuous fire and explosion. For decades, the solid body was on the verge of shattering, and the internal structure had been destroyed and began to collapse. Like a coffin, everything that is dirty is buried under the earth.

   Picking up the silver-white spear, the Shrike filled it with a special bullet, and then his eyes were aimed at the explosion pit through the lens.

Under the lens of   , that is the life force like a demon. Under the protection of that armor, it can no longer be called a human life.

***Extend his wings to his heart's content. Such a heavy blow only broke his wings. With the sound of blood and blood squirming, a new blade extended from his elbow, plumping the wings again, under the steel feathers. The fabric resembling biological muscle tissue split into dark red gaps, and then as if exhausting heat, gray steam was released from it.

  It was rising steam, covering the explosion pit in a blink of an eye, and Shrike couldn't see him anymore.

   "Continue to suppress!"

  Shrike realized the unfavorable roar, and the roar of shelling immediately covered his roar.

  That is not a picture that humans can capture, but at this critical moment of life and death, all the senses of the shrike seem to be extremely keen, he saw it.

*** Carrying thousands of swords, shining with white light and gray steam, under the rapid Mercedes-Benz, the steel feathers made a harsh sound, and reached a feeling similar to gliding on the ground, and in his body The former deadly projectile spun around, and saw him twisting his body and waving his hand casually, so a thousand swords slashed heavily on the projectile.

It was a dazzling explosion, because it was too close to the shock wave to overturn the shrike. The dark angel at the end of the field of vision opened its wings and stepped out of the flames from the burning fire. The milky mercury vapor escaped along the sharp edge. The pupils of the eyes are pitch black, like a messenger to death.

  The next second*** came next to him, and the sharp steel feathers fell down one by one like a cage, blocking all the retreat of Shrike.

The silver-white muzzle was on his heart, and the shrike raised his head under tremendous psychological pressure, only to see that Galahad's face was also covered with those tiny scales, and the pupils were dull and pure black. , The pale face is full of inexplicable sadness.

  Wake up! Galahad!

Shrike was crying weakly in his heart, his spirit was tortured, and he couldn't say anything. The blade penetrated his body like a spike when it fell, and the blood slowly passed away from the warm body. .

   seemed to be aware of the grief of Shrike, Galahad seemed to recognize this former friend, and he gently bent down and hugged him.

   Thousands of swords inserted.

  ...

  The sharp sound of steel friction echoed in the ears, cutting his eardrums like a sharp knife.

  It seems that the Shrike is about to die like this, just like this in the hands of Galahad. To be honest, the time of death is approaching but there is no fear for Shrike. He just feels sad. Galahad killed the robin, and now he is about to kill himself. He is his friend, who is fighting against the monster. But in the end he became a monster.

  It’s ironic...

The sharp blades in the pupils of the eyes were continuously enlarged, but at this moment the spear full of circuits penetrated the steel cage and hit Galahad's body. It could not penetrate the solid armor, but it was sharp. The barb popped out of the front and clasped Galahad's body tightly.

   "Little bird, fly!"

A **** voice rang in his ears. The voice reminded Shrike of a certain neuropathy, but it was too late to recall the appearance of the neuropathy. Then more spears hit Galahad. Although it failed to kill him, it popped up. His barbs shackled him like a yoke.

The dazzling fire light flashed in front of my eyes, the steel-like wings melted one by one, and the hot iron dripped on the shrike's body. He couldn't help but growl in pain, but although it was painful, he seemed to have survived. A hand stretched in along the melted cage and caught him, then dragged the shrike out.

  "The bird is safe, start recycling Galahad!"

  The man was wearing a white coat and a gas mask with a canister on his face. He seemed to realize that Shrike was looking at him. The eyelids on the dark circles barely lifted up, and his sickly and excited eyes greeted Shrike.

As the man’s words fell, Shrike felt a tingling sensation, the floating objects in the air in front of him began to shimmer and then extinguished, his hair slowly lifted up, as if someone was flicking him, the next second was flowing. Lights flashed from the two of them, the light shining on everything, as if the **** of thunder came to the world.

  The wings made a low whistle, and the thousand swords jumped out, but Galahad was restrained by the spear, and when the last distance was left, huge electricity pierced him.

  The light illuminates the tired eyes of the Shrike. These are those spears, each of which is connected to a cable. It was not intended to penetrate the Galahad at first, and its purpose was to connect to electricity.

   "Come and put it on."

  The man seemed to admire the scenery, and gave the shrike a gas mask like him, and then the gunfire sounded.

Electricity completely prevented Galahad's actions, and one after another tin cans fell beside him, and the pale yellow anesthetic spewed out, completely enveloping the hideous body, and the violent action began to become under this large dose. Slow, like a fight between a trapped beast.

   "Why are you here, Nicholas."

  Looking at this neuropathy, Shrike didn't have the joy of dying.

  Nikolay pointed to Galahad in the lightning, his tone was full of exhaustion, his voice was high and low, it seemed that his throat was dumb.

   "Galahad can die, but the original sin armor on him is very expensive, and we still need experimental data."

  More people stepped down from the iron snake at the back, fully armed and well-equipped.

Shrike realized his mistake at this time. The original sin armor is not something that a person can wear. These **** lunatics were in the carriage from the beginning. They never spare anyone's life for the so-called progress. Fight tonight. For them, it was just a weapon test.

   "What are you doing!"

   Shrike roared angrily, Nicholas was not affected at all, just talking casually.

"These knight commanders are all specialized. The nerve pollution they can withstand is much stronger than yours, but obviously not everyone is Lancelot. At present, no other knight commanders except him can. Galahad can't control the armor. He is controlled by the armor."

  There was no slight reflection in his tone, everyone was just experimental mice in front of Nikolai.

The gas mask reflected the dark figure in the thunder, and more people passed the two. They wore clothes made of iron locks, and their bodies constituted a personal Faraday electric cage. Use this to avoid possible electric shocks and drag. With the cable, Galahad was moved by them like wild dogs.

  The unstoppable *** was so subdued by the professionals, and then the dark coffin was transported from the iron snake.

I don’t know what kind of metal frame, the dark gold surface is carved with weird and hideous reliefs, and the copper pipes are densely covered on the edge of the coffin. This seems to be a beautiful painting. The angels descend to the world, and it seems that endless monsters are coming from the shadows. Rise in.

The hexagons of the coffin popped up one by one. They were silver-white nails, but they were like bolts in the mechanical structure. When the coffin was opened, endless white air-conditioning gushed out. The air heated by the flames instantly fell below zero. The surface of the metal is generated.

The dead dog-like Galahad was dragged to the edge. In order to control the out-of-control knight, the iron snake brought hundreds of meters of cables. The continuous electric shock paralyzed the muscles and suppressed all the actions of Galahad. When being put into the ice storehouse-like coffin, the exhausted body exploded with incredible power again.

  The dark eyes looked strangely to the other side, and the dark red muscles tightened again.

  The sharp steel feather cut open the soldier's iron jacket in an instant, and the high-voltage electric current instantly burned it into coke, and then the sword blade swung down and cut several cables.

   "Help if you can move!"

  Nicholas also panicked. According to the experimental data, the original sin armor should have lost its mobility, but the fact is that it is so abnormal. The sword was raised high and killed one after another who restrained him.

Struggling as hard as possible, the sound of the landslide sounded for the last time. It was a galloping projectile that instantly hit Galahad, but with this shelling, the iron snake with the smoothbore gun finally turned sideways under the continuous shelling. past.

   Shrike stood up hard, and at the last moment he used his silver spear and slammed it heavily on Galahad. The spear wore a sharp barb like a thorn.

With shelling and swinging, Galahad, who had just escaped from the electric shock, lost his balance for a while. At this time, the new electric spear hit Galahad, like driving a beast with a torch, and Nicholas took out the heavy His revolver was obviously so thin and weak, but the huge recoil couldn't shake him, one shot after another, the bullets pushed Galahad back step by step like a heavy fist.

  Emptying the last bullet, Galahad, who was out of balance, was forced to shut in. Then the coffin was sealed, and the bounced silver nails fell one by one, strengthening it twice.

  The dull knocking sound continued from it, as if an evil spirit was knocking on the door of the room.

Nikolai sighed and took off his gas mask. His sickly pale face was holding a cigarette, and he was slowly sitting on the coffin, his hand gently brushing across the frost-covered metal surface. .

   "Galahad is recovered and ready to evacuate, here is handed over to the cleaning agency."

The impact continued, shattering the ice on the surface. Countless pipes extended from the iron snake and connected into the coffin. It is not clear what they injected into the coffin. The restless coffin was several minutes later. It calmed down, and the Geiger counter who had been screaming fell silent, and the crazy demon was finally calmed down.

   "Nicholas, I need an explanation."

   Shrike stood up hard, every wound on his body was full of blood, but he didn't care, the look under the mask was furious like never before.

  "Don't worry, all this has been approved by Arthur and the Chief."

  Nikolay felt ridiculous about Shrike’s angry emotions, and he continued.

  "In about a month, Arthur will hold a roundtable meeting in the Broken Dome. All your questions will be answered there, but you have to find a way to survive until then."

  Shrike’s expression was a bit strange, what else he wanted to say, but there was chaos in his vision, and excessive blood loss and injuries broke out at this moment.

  Looking at the weakly fallen Shrike, Nikolai sighed, but soon a group of soldiers lifted him up. As the high-ranking knights of the cleansing mechanism, the Shrike could not just die like this.

The engine began to roar, and Nicholas walked idle on the scorched battlefield, his turbid eyes scanned the burning world back and forth, leaving a white back at last, and on the white coat, it was pitch black. The poisonous snake bites its own tail, twists and stretches endlessly.

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