Ember Gun

  Chapter 84 Withering

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  Broken thunder and blood swayed in front of his eyes, and Lorenzo stood on the ground like a sculpture. After a few seconds of success, he lost contact with the still in the Temple again.

  A lot of thoughts rushed from Lorenzo's mind for a moment, but in the end he calmed himself down, clenching the sword and gun in his hand, looking hideous.

It was an agile armor, just like a Swift flying at a low altitude before a rainstorm. The original sin armor used by Lancelot was completely covered by demons, which made him stronger, but also had to deal with more severe erosion. But this knight commander performed perfectly, even saying that his heart rate has been stable from the battle to the present.

  The swift hook lashed the giant monster like a whip, and he slashed across it like an electric light, and then the sharp blade tore a large wound on the flesh and blood along the way.

  For the Armor of Original Sin, he used it so well, he even said that the weapon was like a part of his body, keeping his balance on the constantly shaking body, he ran wildly while dragging the blade, leaving wounds on it.

The giant monster made a heavy whimper, and then the figure accelerated strangely. With this size of the monster, its movement was as swift as a landslide, but when the attack was about to hit Lancelot, the white fireworks passed by, The pitch-black knight leaped up, and the sharp sword was firmly embedded in it like a mountain pickaxe.

  It was so easily reached beyond the distance that ordinary people could do. The raging flame burned on the dark armor, and the blade with the holy silver brought unbearable pain, it wailed.

   "Destroy the heart and brain, only then can it stop!"

Lorenzo's voice came from the channel. Lancelot was moving around the monster by the cable. He did not reply to Lorenzo, like a person who is not good at talking, but in this surround he kept firing. , The flames in his hand burst out bursts of light, lighting up that hideous body.

   "Shrike! Fire at my mark!"

  Lorenzo hates such cold people, it is difficult for you to know if he understands you.

  "Mark? What mark!"

   "You will know!"

Swift is like a sly fox, Lorenzo directly used the sword in his hand as a trekking pole, and then went crazy on the flesh and blood. The only difficulty with this giant monster is that your sword cannot penetrate his heart at all. , Lorenzo needed a sharper sword, sharp enough to penetrate several meters of flesh and blood.

  Not far away, the muzzle adjusted its direction one by one. The soldiers pushed the gun mounts vigorously, and there were rumblings of fighting in their ears. There were psychologically vulnerable soldiers, and they even fainted.

  The continuous erosion has caused tremendous pressure on this group of soldiers. They can do this very well. Countless air cavalry descended from the sky to help the Glory forge a line of defense.

  The current battle is mainly focused on this giant monster. As long as it is eliminated, with the firepower of the Dawn, it is enough to plough the entire earth.

   "Fire! Shrike!"

Lorenzo's roar came from the channel   , and then the white fireworks were extremely bright in the dark night.

  It was a mark from Lorenzo, so all guns fired.

Countless iron and steel created the torrent that flew by. Lorenzo went directly behind the demon. He wanted to use this huge body as a shield. The silent Lancelot also understood what he meant, swinging the thread. Lan also sneaked into the shadow, and then the sharp blade stabbed into the body of the demon fiercely, stabilizing himself.

  After a few seconds, the impact of the explosion came from close range.

  Broken steel and flying flesh and blood, the huge figure was crumbling, but in the end he stabilized his body and stood firmly on the ground.

  The huge body bends strangely, and then slowly lifted up, a large amount of blood gushing from the body, almost instantly baptizing the two of them red.

  Lorenzo did not give the demon more time, and moved quickly upwards, rushing to the top of the demon in just a few seconds, and the hideous and damaged head was close at hand.

  It was a wound several meters wide. The bright red flesh and blood came out of the skin, carrying the heat of gunpowder and countless fragments of iron.

  The twisted bones existed underneath like armor, most of them shattered, but the important organs were still protected under it.

   "We were dragged."

  Lorenzo stared at the huge wound, and he said afterwards.

  This monster has very strong vitality. Even artillery fire can't inflict fatal injuries on it. As long as it is still alive, it will drag the two people here to death. You can abandon it and kill it with the line of defense of the Glory.

  But at this moment of thinking, Lancelot jumped out from Lorenzo's side, and the hook only connected him with the monster.

  The silent knight swung his sword down at this moment, piercing heavily into the bone.

   "Head."

  This person is simply saving words like gold.

  Lorenzo instantly understood what he meant, and the sharp blade penetrated directly into the head under the gaze of the hundred eyes.

  The flesh and blood squirmed strangely in the next second, and then hardened into countless spikes.

  It was a burst of thorns. The jet-black armor was hit by an instant-protruding spike, leaving dazzling sparks on the surface, and then pushing Lorenzo away from the surface.

The same is true for Lancelot below. The scarlet flesh and blood seems to be a living snake. Let him slash without stopping. Then the monster wailed violently and threw Lorenzo and Lancelot off together. , Strode towards the lighthouse and ran wildly.

  The whole earth was trembling, and the ferocious monster dragged a huge figure to swiftly, and countless ammunition hit it and couldn't stop it.

  This is its offensive method. The huge body of this monster is the perfect weapon.

   "Damn it!"

Lorenzo scolded and ran wildly, but he couldn't catch up with the demon at all. Its steps were too big, and each step left huge footprints on the ground, but at this moment, heavy thunder came from the sky. .

On the   Heading to Dawn, the machine turned, powered, and released hot steam. The solid warhead came out of the dozens of long orbits, leaving a bright track in the night sky, and then hit the demon.

  The most dazzling fireworks are released in front of your eyes, and the flames rise and burn.

The approaching pace finally stopped for a while at this moment, as if a huge sharp knife fell, a bright red wound appeared in front of the demon, bones and muscle tissues were clearly visible, it wailed in grief, and was also at this moment Lancelot caught up.

  The sharp hook hit its shoulder, the winch turned rapidly, and then the dark hook fell from the night sky, hitting Lorenzo at the last inch of reaching its limit.

  Lorenzo was a little shocked, and then the whole person was dragged up, Lancelot firmly grasped the cable, and then slammed it up forcefully.

  The raging white flame was released from the dark armor, and Lorenzo was like a falling meteor and then smashed fiercely.

Holy Silver's nail sword pierced fiercely along the wound left by the second shelling, piercing through the broken bones and flesh and blood, until the entire blade and even Lorenzo's hand holding the sword were submerged in the flesh and blood, he only slowed down. Slowly stopped, then followed the endless white flames rising and bursting in the wound.

   Another painful whine, the demon released its last power, countless spikes and flesh and blood, and the hooks nailed to it fell off because of it, and Lancelot fell weakly after being half swung.

  The dark armor once again resisted the attack for Lorenzo, but he was also thrown high because of the violent flesh and blood.

  The hot fire burned in the darkness until it extinguished, but it did not really die. The warm embers were still waiting for the opportunity to reignite for the so-called long-cherished wish.

The last light trail erupted above Winchester, and the surging white flames swept past Gula’s blunders like a vomiting dragon’s breath. It hit the head of the demon, and then the blazing fireworks burned everything. Exhausted.

Lorenzo landed steadily on the ground, a torrent of steel swept across the night sky, hundreds of kilograms of ammunition were poured into the burning figure, it was crumbling, and finally burned to the top of the skeleton, gray snow Withered in the wind.

  (End of this chapter)