Deep Sea Embers Chapter 407: Curtain opening

The continuous roar has completely broken the tranquility in the No. 3 cemetery. One by one fell from the bombardment of metal—and where they fell, the black and ominous substance had spread across the path.

These are obviously no longer "restless corpses" - they are something more profane and more ominous, and they must all be wiped out here.

The old man's marksmanship was very accurate, those deformed creatures coming out of the fog looked like slow reptiles in his eyes, even through the thick fog, he could still kill them one by one.

In fact, he was better and more experienced with dagger and cane—but the old man knew that he had to avoid getting into hand-to-hand combat with those monsters too early.

He was already very old, and the experience of veterans could not offset the aging of his body, and the enemy seemed to be unable to kill them all. Once he fell into hand-to-hand combat, he would no longer be able to resist those monsters on the other side of the path.

It is necessary to calculate accurately, to use as little physical strength as possible to destroy as many monsters as possible, to delay time, the cathedral and the city-state authorities must be taking measures, reinforcements will come, no matter which side it is-this city does not Will fall into such an inexplicable fog.

Indistinctly, other gunshots came from a distance.

"Grandpa Watcher!" Anne shouted, handing the newly loaded rifle to the old man again, while looking nervously at the direction of the gunshots, "Shots are also being fired from other places...someone is coming Did you help us?"

"It's the guard of Cemetery No. 4 and Cemetery No. 2," the old man raised the muzzle of his gun, and smashed an ugly head that emerged from the mist with a roar, and said without turning his head, "I will Someone is here to help us, don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid." Annie tried her best to say loudly, although her voice was a little trembling, the old guard of the cemetery didn't have the courage to break through the little girl's forced support.

Because she is brave enough.

"You are brave indeed," said the old guard, trying to look as relaxed as possible, even though his arms were already shaking. "Where did you learn this? How do you load rifles and shotguns?" Bullets?"

"My mother had several guns, and she hung them in the bedroom and the living room," Annie said as she quickly loaded the cartridges into the barrel magazine of the double-barreled shotgun. Mom just bought several guns, and she said she needs to protect the house...Ah! "

The reed on the buckle of the magazine suddenly broke, and the sharp metal edge cut a long wound on the little girl's finger, and she suddenly exclaimed.

But in the next second, she used another finger to forcefully return the reed, and handed the loaded shotgun to the old man in front of her: "Here you are."

The old guard noticed the blood on the gun and heard Annie's exclamation, but he was only silent for a moment, then threw the other gun behind him: "...load it."

The gunfire roared again.

The hunched-backed old man in black is like a bent and tough tree, nailing himself firmly in this thick fog. He and Annie gradually stopped talking, only silent shooting, and His expression became more and more serious. He was counting, how many monsters he had killed, and how many times Annie had handed the loaded shotgun or rifle to him.

"The last box is played," he muttered softly.

"Grandpa Watcher, the last box has been bombed!" Annie exclaimed almost at the same time.

"I know," the old guard didn't look back, he silently dealt with a deformed monster that had almost rushed to the front of the hut, and then waved his hands behind him, "Load the shotgun, and put the gun and the remaining The bullets are all at my feet, you go to my bed

"Okay! Dark brown box, spare ammunition!" Annie said quickly, then pushed the gun and bullets out of the door, turned and ran towards the house.

The old guard silently looked down at the shotgun and bullets under his feet, then turned his body slightly, closed the door casually, drew out his dagger, and nailed the dagger to the outside door

Hook up.

Almost a second later, he heard some panicked footsteps coming from the cabin, followed by the girl knocking **** the door and screaming in surprise.

"...I lied to you for the last time."

The old guard said softly, and then shot repeatedly at the deformed monsters closest to him with his single-handed gun, then quickly turned around, jumped up from the door frame, and waved his free left hand from a corner above the door frame Then there was an extra pitch-black cane—before landing, he slammed the black stick in his hand at another monster emerging from the mist, and when the corpse with a broken head fell to the ground, he also landed on the ground smoothly. on the ground.

Looking at the thick fog in front of him, the old man swung the black stick in his hand vigorously, and the dirty black fluid fell from the stick like mutated blood. The body of the stick was half an inch shorter, but countless sharp blades popped out from both sides.

The moment the blade bounced off, it seemed to be mixed with countless layers of shouts and roars from the past.

In the foggy cemetery, even fell into such a momentary silence.

The old guard turned his head, glanced at the door of the hut, and looked at the corner where the hidden compartment above the door frame was—like most guard veterans, he chose the weapon that had accompanied him for half his life when he retired. It was placed above the last door he was guarding, but he never thought that he and this old man would fight side by side again in front of this door.

"We are guarding a door...We are Bartok's guards..." The old man's waist was still hunched, and he turned around slowly in the cold and dark fog. His eyes fell on those swaying figures, and he recited the oath passed down from generation to generation by the guardians, "We swear to guard the border between health and death, so that the dead can rest in peace, and the living can rest in peace..."

The monstrosities in the fog stirred, and countless shaky figures began to cross the path and rush towards the still standing hut.

What responded to them was the gunfire of the old guard and the howling of the staff and sword piercing the air.

"You don't want to rest in peace, I send you to rest in peace!"

The slashing, the roaring, the roar of rifle and shotgun fire, the last battle of the defenders made the cemetery tremble.

In the caretaker's hut, Anne curled up at the door with her small body, listening to the movement outside with her head folded.

She sobbed softly, and finally, amidst the roar of gunshots, she turned into howling.

At the age of twelve, she was cheated by the caretaker grandpa again.

At the same time, the frosty sea.

The dense fog was not limited to the sky above the city-state. At noon, the fog had already crossed the offshore border and covered the patrol range of the Sea Fog Fleet.

In such a thick and weird fog, even the cursed fleet, which itself has extraordinary attributes, has to tense up.

On the bridge of the Sea Fog, Tirian stood in front of the wide porthole with frowning, staring at the wall-like thick fog on the sea. The first officer Aiden came behind him and reported the situation in a serious tone. : "... As of now, our communication with Cold Harbor, Ice Bay, and Pirate Island has been strongly interfered, and there is no response to calls in all frequency bands. Although the communication with the Frost Navy and the Frost Island's port area has also been interfered , but can barely contact. The coverage of this dense fog has spread to at least a hundred nautical miles outside the main island of Frost...

"In addition, according to the reports from the small boats we sent to the edge of the dense fog, the range of the fog has stopped spreading, and the concentration has not continued to rise, but the efforts to sail outwards have all failed-all the boats that tried to leave the range of the dense fog failed. It circled in place, and unknowingly turned back to the depths of the dense fog."

"How is the stargazing room?"

"I still can't observe the correct astrology," the first mate, Aiden, has a serious expression~IndoMTL.com~ It's as if a blurred lens suddenly appeared between the spirit world and the deep sea, and the observed astrology has double images , and the mental stress caused by stargazing has also risen sharply, making it impossible to observe for a long time. "

"...It seems that the blockade is complete. The Frost City and the surrounding sea areas have been isolated from the 'normal world' outside." ran away."

"Block... Who made the blockade?"

"Occasionally use your brain—do you still need to ask?" Tirian looked back at Aiden, "Cultists, those lunatics who worship the Lord of the Deep, aren't they the ones who are causing trouble these days?"

"I know," Aiden stared, with an expression of "is the battle in front of me a bit exaggerated", "but with a group of cultists, can you really make such a big battle?"

"A group of lunatics may not have this ability, but the Lord they worship is another matter," Tirian put his hand on the railing in front of him, and said in a low voice, "The Lord of the Deep... Blocking time and space, interfering with the stars...is this the power of the ancient gods..."

Aiden swallowed subconsciously.

"So... are we really going to directly confront the power of the ancient gods this time?"

"Afraid?"

"A little bit," Aiden nodded, but there was an ugly smile on his face, "but there is no way, the world is like this--in fact, it's nothing if you think about it carefully. Didn’t the big guy still bite the bullet, now the old captain is still on our side.”

"That's enough, let's get everyone ready," Tirian exhaled softly, and waved his hand to the first mate, "We've been away from Frost for so many years, we may have to make another big fuss in this sea area now."