Ember Gun

  Chapter 58 The Heavy Sacred

  The sea tide began to roar with the surging wind, they hit the reefs along the coast, and finally broke into pale foam and disappeared into the air.

  The lonely lighthouse was erected on the roaring sea, the turquoise moss was covered with scarred stone bricks, and the light pointed at the highest point was burning quietly, releasing a weird green.

   The majestic rain poured down after a brief thunder, and it seemed that a **** was crying because he was forgotten. The rapid flow of water distorted everything in the world, and washed the whole world with a bone-thundering air.

   "The cleaning agency has arrived, we need to evacuate now."

  Someone was talking in the silence, and a neutral voice rang from under the mask of the beak. The mirror of the epidemic doctor’s mask reflected a faint green light, and there was a sense of speechless weirdness.

  "They are carrying heavy firepower, and Lancelot is behind them. We have no ability to resist."

  He looked at the guy on the edge of the high platform. The faint green light reflected his figure. He seemed to be a priest, wearing church clothes, and the edges of his sleeves were stitched with silver crosses.

   "You go first, I will stay here."

  The man replied calmly, looking down at the earth.

  He doesn't care about what will happen next. The man only cares about the present at the moment, which makes him dream of the present.

   "Although we managed to trap the train, the heading dawn above the sky was still chasing us. In order to lead Lancelot elsewhere, we sacrificed a large part, and the result was only a half-minute delay."

   "We can last a long time, right?" he asked suddenly.

   "What do you mean, is this dark night?"

  The man nodded. He knew very well what could kill a monster, and he knew very well what could make a monster powerful.

   "The sunrise has been postponed, and endless clouds and darkness shelter here."

  The voice of the epidemic doctor was a little uncertain.

  "Are you sure you want to do this?"

  The epidemiologist was a little skeptical, leaving the man alone here in the end only died.

   "Yes, now the illusion of the nightmare has controlled the train, we have the advantage, and according to our intelligence, isn't there still a demon hunter there?"

  There was a little nostalgia in the man's eyes, looking at the wound on his arm, as the secret blood surged, his eyes also rose with blazing fireworks.

   "It must be a demon hunter, only the vision of the demon hunter can reach such a deep [gap], so I can see him, and he can see me."

  Like a happy child, with madness and joy in his words.

   "Epidemic doctor, after so many years, I finally saw another demon hunter. I am really suspicious and happy."

  Following the words of the demon hunter, the blazing fireworks burned violently.

  Since six years ago, a man once thought that he was the only demon hunter, but now that there is another one appearing in this barren world, it feels very strange and indescribable.

  "Then I am preparing to transfer the Holy Coffin."

  The Epidemic Doctor no longer said anything. Although he had not worked together for a long time, he knew exactly what a man was, and his actions turned directly to the formal process. Tonight, the Divine Coffin must be separated from Inervig.

   "Go, step up the progress, don't care about the casualties, anyway, the only ones who can leave are you and the Holy Coffin, aren't they?"

  The Demon Hunter spoke very frankly, just like when Saab was in the underground palace, he was also a destined dead man, a martyr who dedicated his life for a great cause.

   "Help me tell my mentor that I look forward to seeing him in the new era."

  The epidemic doctor said nothing more, nodded and turned to leave.

  The demon hunter fell silent immediately. He looked at the world under the lighthouse, and they were all shrouded in the faint green light.

  The world is changing in the sound of rain.

The pollution of monsters can be a medium of transmission through many things, even light. On the ground that can be touched by the line of sight, the original hard nature is no longer, they are soft like flesh and blood, and huge tentacles that grow deformed from the lighthouse. The bottom stretched out, and they crossed a long distance, completely covering this once small town.

  This is a living land. People are in this flesh and blood, enveloped by the green light, they seem to be asleep, with a dream-like smile on their faces.

  A look like this appeared on the faces of everyone on this land. They are immersed in the same beautiful dream, and all of this is still spreading outward like a virus with various media.

  The tentacles are entangled on the railroad track, and the train named Glory is dashing on it, like a prey about to jump into a trap.

The epidemic doctor slowly walked down the spiral staircase, and the entire interior of the lighthouse became a cultivating bag of flesh and blood. Various scarlet organs were hung in it, and at the bottom, an old man was lying in the center of flesh and blood. , With peace and happiness on his face.

  He also just glanced at it, and then strode away. During this period of time, the epidemic doctor had already obtained the experimental data he needed, and there was no point in seeing more.

As his vision progressed, his gaze came outside the lighthouse. Under the rain, there were silhouettes that were washed thinly. They shivered in the cold wind, and the cold air almost suffocated them, but no one stopped, they lifted up. The steel on his shoulders moved forward like an ascetic monk.

  In the beginning, they had hundreds of people, but now there are only sixteen people left, just like consumables. When someone falls, the people behind will take his place and continue to lift the heavy sacredness.

  The gray robes were close to the body, and there was a sorrowful red on it, and more blood poured out from the facial features of the ascetic monks. They were crumbling, but they were firmly pressed against the iron coffin.

  There seemed to be someone whispering in the darkness. It was a slowly fermenting unknown, with murmurs and prayers, thousands of people gathered together, so it became a holy hymn.

  The ascetic monks are singing, singing the great era.

Therefore, more blood gushes out from their facial features, as if they were squeezed by some invisible force. Their bodies began to dry up quickly, and the whimper sound was still coming out, and the body was like broken ashes. Like being washed away by rain.

  The next person put his hand on the vacant position, and he prayed.

   "Everyone, please hurry up."

  The Epidemic Doctor said so, in fact, he didn't know whether these ascetic monks heard his words. They are like a group of persistent sea turtles, heading toward the ocean no matter what the obstacles are.

  All he could do was follow behind them and watch them go above the ocean tide, but at a certain moment, it was like a ghost and a goddess, the epidemic doctor's sight unconsciously fell on the sacredness of the ascetic monks.

  From the beginning to the end, the epidemic doctor tried his best to avoid looking directly at that thing, but at this moment it seemed that some existence finally found this opportunity, so he took advantage of the vacancy.

  【Look at me...】

  【What do you desire? 】

  【Is it knowledge or immortality...】

  The words whispered for a moment filled the epidemiologist's mind, his vision was chaotic, the bone-throwing cold sweat overflowed, his heart rate rose rapidly, and at the moment of collapse, there were sacred prayers ringing in his heart.

  The sound was as magnificent as a bell, becoming louder and screaming.

  The Epidemic Doctor reluctantly stood up. The ascetic monk in front of him was still heading in the direction of the tide, but seemed to be waiting for him to stop. Realizing the Epidemic Doctor’s escape, they still whispered the holy words and hobbled.

  Go forward and step into the ocean tide.

  The tide passed over their waists and their necks. In the end, even the epidemic doctors began to think that this was an act of dying, when a wooden boat burst out of the waves.

  Fate is doomed.

The sea water has gone past their heads, but that arm still grabbed the wooden boat firmly, and then sent the heavy sacredness to the wooden boat. The waves hit the epidemic doctor heavily, and the heavy clothes became him at this moment. No matter how hard he tried, the wooden boat of hope still had some distance from him.

But at this desperate moment, countless hands grabbed him. The ascetic monks held the Epidemic Doctor and lifted him on the wooden boat together. The night sky flashed and thundered, and the Epidemic Doctor could only see the dark blue water. Below, the sacred faces, they seemed to be smiling, pushing the wooden boat for the last time, sending it off the coast.

  The ascetic monks were dead, they sank under the cold ocean tide, their last strength sent the wooden boat away, the Epidemic Doctor turned his back to the sacredness, he breathed heavily with a hideous face.

  He doesn't believe in any god, but at this moment, everything is so coincidental that one has to believe that there is some existence that secretly controls everything.

  The wooden boat has no sails, and even said that the place above is just enough for the epidemic doctor and the object called the sacred coffin. The waves push them and send them to the destined place.

  (End of this chapter)