Embers of Embers

Chapter 722
Resurrected corpses...or, in other words, the past, dead, and past generations of demon hunters.
In order to strictly control the spread of erosion, the Silver Bolt was implanted into the body of the witcher to track the witcher's location, and like a bomb, it was always alert to the boiling of the secret blood, melting it down when necessary, and destroying the out-of-control monsters. The witcher kills.
This is a complete enough setting, but people still don't feel safe. For this reason, they also regard the Well of Ascension as the final destination of demon hunters. All the dead will eventually be thrown into it and become one with the darkness.
Draw the power of mystic blood from the well of sublimation, and return them after death.
The Well of Ascension was not only a prison set by the Keepers of Secrets for the Unspeakable, but also became the final cemetery of the witchers many years later.
Now, the demon hunters who should have been sleeping in peace have come to life again, turned into crazy soul-resurrection corpses, controlled by the unspeakable, and entered the battlefield.
Affected by the Unspeakable One, these corpses have not corrupted for thousands of years, but are connected to the huge mass of flesh and blood. Under the pale skin, faint cyan blood vessels can be seen. , as if these people had just died.
The secret blood boiled in the body, reactivating the dormant body. Under the blessing of this power, the dead bodies even faintly gave people the illusion of being alive...
No, in fact they are alive. Their flesh and blood are constantly squirming and multiplying. Their bodies are still there, but their consciousness has long been annihilated in the long years.
The zombies were wearing ancient clothing. The Unspeakable protected their bodies, but failed to protect the clothes, and the same was true for the broken nail swords.
But looking at these guys, Lorenzo still had a strange illusion, as if time was intertwined here, the past and the present were connected, and Lorenzo was wielding his sword at his predecessors after thousands of years.
This feeling is not good, nor is it bad, but I can't help but sigh at the length of it all.
From that forgotten history, the war continues to this day.
Fortunately, it's all over soon, win or lose.
Thinking like this, the surroundings were shaking violently, and earthquake-like tremors kept coming, interrupting Lorenzo's thoughts.
Fiery air waves kept coming from the front, hitting Lorenzo. If he were an ordinary person, he would have been knocked over by the impact. Looking up, Lorenzo could only see the flash of light in the strong light. The moving figure could vaguely hear the sound of metal tearing flesh, and then the smell of blood filled the tip of his nose.
"They also have power!"
Lorenzo followed closely behind Lawrence and reminded him loudly, but it seemed that Lawrence ignored him.
Thinking about it, he is absolutely strong. Whether the enemy has power or not, for Lawrence, is just the difference between one more slash and two more slashes.
Corpses were everywhere and blood was flowing all over the ground. What was even more frightening was that Lawrence was not alone. It was the Lawrences who were slashing and killing the returning corpses that kept pouring out.
"Are these the only ones left in his army?"
Lorenzo was not in a hurry to join the battlefield. Lawrence was already strong anyway, so there was no problem in letting him open the way first.
[I don’t know...but I think it’s more likely that the legion was lost outside. 】
Watson's voice sounded in his head.
The flame bearer is a big guy, with white fireworks burning on the jagged steel. Compared with those soul-resurrected corpses, it looks more like a demon crawling out of hell.
"Why?" Lorenzo asked puzzled.
[He is very familiar with these things, at least far more than we are. 】
In Watson's eyes, Lawrence is simply a superb butcher. These resurrected demon hunters pose no threat to him. He seems to have seen through all the opponent's moves and easily resolves fatal attacks. , then drew his sword and cut off the opponent's head, as if Lawrence had killed hundreds of monsters like these before encountering these monsters.
"Did the legion push all the way across from the ground?"
Lorenzo marveled, and then he remembered the difference in the two men's charging methods.
With the assistance of the Voyage to Dawn, Lorenzo overcame all the obstacles on the surface and arrived here easily. However, Lawrence did not have such assistance. He could only push all the way from the surface and spread the flames of war until he reached the end.
[It looks like this. 】
Before the sound could be heard, the flame holder turned around suddenly, setting off a gust of howling wind. The iron feathers scraped against each other, emitting a harsh buzz.
The moment the Flame Bearer took action, Lorenzo also swung his nail sword. Although the two of them seemed to be chatting leisurely, their vigilance never dropped by half. Rather than watching Lawrence open the way, they were more like protecting him. Lawrence was protected from enemy surprise.
"coming!"
Lorenzo shouted, and in an instant, hot blood engulfed Lorenzo and the flame bearer like a torrential rain.
The reincarnated corpse was just a feint attack. The real threat was this huge monster that was integrated into the building.
The surrounding buildings that were supposed to be solid softened, and scarlet tentacles swayed, covered with tiny, pale teeth. They had been planning for a long time and attacked from all directions. For a moment, only red was left in the field of vision.
The moment they attacked, Lorenzo and the Flame Bearer's counterattack also began.
The Man of Steel didn't care about the violent attack of the tentacles, and the iron feathers who counterattacked were like thousands of passing sword blades, chopping countless tentacles to pieces, but the frightening scene was also happening. This happens.
The sections of the tentacles squirmed violently. They were divided into two, and then divided into four. They turned into more fine tentacles and wrapped around the iron feather. They struggled to pull it, but soon the white fireworks rose. , it will burn them all, but its powerful regeneration ability will make the threat follow closely.
"To round things off, do we count as being in the mouth of this monster?"
Lorenzo cut off the tentacles rising from the ground with a sword, kicked his feet hard, and shook off the red threads that had been wrapped around his legs.
[If you are willing to use your whimsical ideas to break the situation, I will be happy. 】
While Watson was speaking, the flame bearer grabbed Lorenzo, shot the hook forward, and moved quickly. As the two left, the deep and empty corridor began to collapse one by one. To be precise, it "closed" ".
Just like what Lorenzo described, inside this building, they were as if they were in the monster's mouth. Now it was chewing vigorously, trying to completely crush these little bugs that had sneaked into its body.
The space for movement is being squeezed rapidly. Lorenzo may have the power to cut off everything, but only if he has the space to swing his sword.
"Get out of the way! Lawrence!"
Lorenzo yelled at the fighting figures ahead.
"which one!"
Lawrence responded. At this moment, there were more than a dozen Lawrence fighting with the zombies, and it was not clear which one Lorenzo was calling.
Hearing such a response, Lorenzo felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity for a moment, but feeling the bursts of blood coming from behind and the rapid collapse sound, he felt that this was nothing more than that.
After all, no matter how absurd it is, it can't be more absurd than this living building.
"The one at the front!"
Lorenzo shouted, and Lawrence, who was at the front of the battlefield, also jumped up at this moment and separated from the returning corpse that was fighting with him.
The soul-resurrection corpse was covered in dense iron armor, but under Lawrence's fierce attack, the armor on the chest was split open, exposing a huge blood mark.
The flame bearer throws dense iron feathers. To the flame bearer, these steel feathers are like feathers. Compared to the human body, they are sharp swords one after another. They come through the air and slash along the path of Lawrence. The gap opened hit and protruded from the back. The huge force carried by it pushed the soul-resurrection corpse, causing it to fall backward uncontrollably.
"Quick! Open the road!" Lawrence shouted, "The lower part of the Stasis Temple is the barrier of holy silver. These flesh and blood cannot be assimilated there, and that will be our last foothold."
"You don't need to tell me, I know it too!"
Lorenzo lost his previous mentality of watching a show and held two swords, slashing the soul-returning corpses along the way.
Most of the soul-returning corpses were no match for him. Before the extreme heat broke out, Lorenzo cut off their heads. The blurry illusion could not hinder him in the slightest, because he had never faced these monsters.
As for the immortal flesh and blood, this is easier to deal with. The flame bearer tore their bodies into several pieces and then threw them high. No matter how powerful the immortal power is, it will take time to heal, and before it is healed, Lorenzo had advanced too far.
The only thing that would cause an obstacle was the solid iron armor. Lorenzo would often have to punch a position several times before he could completely defeat it.
"Isn't it impossible to kill these things!"
Lorenzo cursed angrily, and as he advanced, more and more soul-returning corpses appeared, almost endless.
"Do you think that in the history of the Demon Hunting Order, very few demon hunters have died? Their corpses have long been piled up in the Well of Ascension!"
Lawrence responded, as a former dean, he has a strong say on this point.
"In an era when demons are rampant, demon hunters are just worn-out weapons. The demon hunting cult throws a large number of corpses into the well every day. Only with such sacrifices can we take back the sane world from the hands of demons. "
As he spoke, several more mottled nail swords stabbed at him. They caught Lawrence's slashing gap, and this time he was unprepared.
However, the expected penetration did not occur. Instead, there were a few crisp iron cries, and then the mottled nail sword broke.
Lawrence was wrapped in dark and dense iron armor. He was infinitely close to the end of sublimation and held many powers. These sword strikes had no impact on him at all, leaving only shallow scratches and flashes. Passing fire.
"I'm not here for a history lesson!"
Another dark figure crossed Lawrence's head. After Watson's repeated warnings, Lorenzo rarely used the power of sublimation, so his strength was undoubtedly far inferior to Lawrence, so he put on his clothes early in the morning. Iron armor on.
The entrenched steel has sharp angles, and they are like thorns, wrapped around Lorenzo's body, serving as both a restraint and a protection.
The two swords crossed, like scissors, and cut off a head. Lorenzo did not forget to lift his foot and kicked fiercely, kicking the broken head towards another reincarnated corpse, hitting its head.
Upon impact, the soul-resurrected corpse slowed down a step, and was then torn into pieces by the flame bearer's iron feathers. This original sin armor was like a tall giant. It could cut down large groups of people by waving its wings at will.
But due to its excessive size, scarlet threads proliferated on its body, wrapping around its joints and restricting its movements bit by bit. The flame holder also wanted to cause a great flame and burn them off just like before. , but after several breaks, the flesh and blood became tougher, just like it was specifically for the flame bearer.
"Is the downward road also closed?" Lorenzo asked.
This huge creature can turn the internal layout into a maze-like one, making the battle situation very unfavorable for them.
"Then fight your way out, it's no different from before!"
It is still a sentence that is consistent with Lawrence's style. He cut it all the way before, and it is the same now.
Blazing white fireworks burst out, and the instantaneous high temperature evaporated the surrounding flesh and blood. After the indescribable smell, there was a bright light that enveloped everything.
Lorenzo felt as if he was in the scorching sun. The extreme heat was even unbearable for him. The iron armor on his body was burned red and peeled off. The flame bearer dropped his iron feathers to protect Lorenzo and resist him. Most of the heat wave was wiped out, and at the same time, all the red threads entangled on the original sin armor were burned and evaporated.
More than one blazing sun.
The Lawrences burst out with intense flames one after another. Layers of fireworks were superimposed, forcibly forming a space between the closed flesh and blood, evaporating a space where they could move, and all the flesh and blood that dared to approach were easily burned, leaving only Ashes were flying all over the sky.
"go ahead!"
Lawrence shouted.
Supporting such a release of power also comes at a certain price. Some Lawrence moved forward, while others stopped and stood still.
In the blazing fire, with the release of heat, they themselves evaporated little by little, opening up a way forward at the expense of themselves.
Lorenzo was vaguely aware of all this, and then felt a chill in the hot temperature.
Lawrence, who are you?
Lorenzo wondered in his heart that every body was the real Lawrence. He was feeling his body being invaded by high temperature, and his flesh and blood evaporated and collapsed bit by bit until it disappeared into nothingness in the fireworks.
He was witnessing his own gradual death. Lorenzo felt that no matter how determined a person was, he should be trembling under the shadow of death, but Lawrence seemed to feel nothing.
None of this has anything to do with him, and it seems that among countless deaths, he has long been numb to death, and in his crazy heart, only the only purpose is left.
"The road is open!"
Lawrence's shout brought Lorenzo back to consciousness.
In the endless firelight, flesh and blood were expelled and dissipated, and the broken gate of heaven was right in front of us.
(End of this chapter)