Deep Sea Embers Chapter 425: The Last Queen’s Guard

"The Embers of the Deep"

Enemies pop up after the party enters a corridor that leads straight into the dark depths—and there are seemingly endless numbers of them.

A sharp piercing sound came from the side, a scimitar slashed at his neck at a fierce angle, Lawrence leaned back at the very moment, and grabbed the arm holding the scimitar , Green flames instantly rose from the edge of his palm, burning a monster wearing a navy uniform with a longitudinally split head to ashes, and before he could react, several consecutive gunshots rang out from the opposite side.

The gunshot came from a crawling monster that suddenly crawled out of the gutter—the monster had a human-like upper body, but the lower body was completely wriggling and undulating, like a deformed internal organ. Like a rifle made of bones and flesh and blood, the muzzle of the rifle, which was a wrong product no matter how you looked at it, spewed out flames.

Lawrence's gaze instantly condensed, and the time around him seemed to slow down. He felt that his eyesight surpassed that of ordinary people countless times at this moment, and he could even clearly see the trajectory of the bullet flying towards him—the next moment, He twisted his body, dodging the bullets flying towards him with unimaginable angles and postures.

Dodged three times and got six shots.

He x monster! ! When the severe pain came, the old captain suddenly exploded, then raised the revolver in his hand, and shot twice at the monster.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest, and saw several shocking bullet holes that tore apart the flesh and blood there. However, under the burning of the ghost fire, the translucent spirit flesh and blood were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye stand up.

Not fatal, but it causes severe pain and exhaustion, and the power of the flame seems to be gradually depleted-it is still full, but it is difficult to say whether it will ever be exhausted.

And around Lawrence, the heavily armed subordinates are still fighting—these sailors wrapped in ghostly flames have already noticed their current temporary immortality, and their fighting style is becoming more and more fierce. Bayonets and short swords resisted the monsters that couldn't be killed no matter how hard they tried, while trying to push into the depths of the corridor with all their strength.

However, just like Lawrence himself, everyone is still not quite used to their spiritual state at the moment, let alone control those ghost flames. The battle in the corridor has become so chaotic that it is impossible to look directly at it.

Thus, even with bodies that can regenerate, they can only move forward at an unbearably slow speed under the siege of endless monsters, with no hope of breaking through at all.

The only thing on the scene that was not affected by the ghost flames was the mummy—anomaly 077 was also fighting. He was wielding two scimitars, and he walked across the battlefield with agility and agility that did not match the status of a mummy. Charged back and forth like the wind, if it wasn't for his greatly enhanced vision, Lawrence even doubted that he would not be able to catch up with the mummy's movements.

But now that his eyesight has far surpassed that of ordinary people, the abnormal speed of 077 is not too outrageous in Lawrence's eyes. He can clearly see the mummy bypassing every fierce-looking monster and walking through the battlefield In the safe route on the road, the scimitar in his hand flew up and down, and it was still as good as new after half an hour of chopping - the blade hadn't even touched anything.

The sailor just ran up and down the corridor wielding two knives, only yelling louder than anyone else.

I open the way with a machete! The broken voice of the mummy echoed in the corridor, accompanied by the whistling sound of sharp blades piercing the air. These ugly blasphemes are not my opponents!

Lawrence strode forward and grabbed the neck of the sailor who was about to charge past. His strength at this moment was astonishing, and he even dragged the rushing mummy directly in front of his eyes , with a hoarse voice accompanied by the crackling of flames: If you can't help me, at least give me silence!

Anomaly 077 was strangled by the neck, his shriveled head was only a dozen centimeters away from Lawrence's face, which made him tremble all over: Yes...Yes...Yes! captain!

Lawrence raised his hand and threw the mummy ten meters in front of him: Get lost

——If you can’t make it through today, I will stuff you into the combustion chamber of the steam core!

The mummy screamed and was thrown out, and finally fought with the mud monsters that kept pouring out, while a crew member with a rifle ran over from the side and shouted loudly beside Lawrence: Captain ! Ammo is running out!

Lawrence turned his head suddenly, and saw that almost all the people he brought had started to fight those monsters with cold weapons. They relied entirely on their immortality to persist in this corridor, but the overall progress of the team had obviously stopped.

No further steps forward.

There is no way out.

The chaotic sound of killing and the chilling sounds of disintegrating flesh and limbs filled the corridor, and the black mud on the surrounding walls and roofs was still oozing out, and the subordinates who had turned into spirit bodies were almost endlessly beaten The monsters were submerged, the weapons in their hands were running out of ammunition one after another, the flames of their spiritual bodies were still burning, but fatigue was accumulating, and this feeling of fatigue was even sluggish and interfered with their thinking.

In the depths of this chaotic sewer, Lawrence suddenly felt a little dazed, and even began to feel that the whole world was unreal——

Who are you, where are you, what are you doing... There are endless monsters here, but how long will the agreed midnight be?

At this moment, as if in response to his trance, Lawrence suddenly heard Martha's voice from the small mirror on his chest: They are coming.

The old captain woke up instantly from his daze. He raised his hand in a hurry, pulled out the short sword from his waist, and pierced a monster that was pounced on him. the black mud, and at the same time raised his head quickly.

There were footsteps in the corridor—a lot of footsteps, as well as distant and ethereal shouts and voices passing passwords. Then, these voices approached swiftly and almost instantly, Lawrence and the sailors were struggling area of ​​combat.

In the blink of an eye, countless figures appeared. As if appearing from the old days, one after another shadows condensed in the air and turned into heavily armed soldiers, holding the old rifles from half a century ago tightly in their hands, and the bayonets on the muzzles were in the dark corridors. With a flash of cold light, they rushed from the darkness to the next darkness—the process of condensing their figures did not interrupt their charge at all, as if their battle had never stopped, only at this moment could their figures be captured observed.

The sailors fighting in the corridor were shocked by the sudden sight in front of them, and stopped subconsciously. They watched the troops charge in here, watched them shoot at the ubiquitous monsters here, and watched Seeing them roaring and going into battle, it took several seconds for the sailor to react and mutter to himself in astonishment: The last Queen's Guard...

Lawrence also reacted, he stepped forward subconsciously, and walked towards a young soldier who was loading his rifle - the soldier looked to be only twenty years old at most, and his old city guard uniform was tattered, as if he had been This sewer has been crawling and rolling for a long, long time.

Hello, we are here to help... Lawrence reached out and patted the young soldier on the shoulder, but he stopped abruptly in the middle of his words.

His hand passed through the other's figure.

Is this just an illusion?

Lawrence raised his head in astonishment ~IndoMTL.com~ but saw that the phantom soldiers had already engaged in a fierce battle with the monsters in the corridor, the guns in their hands were constantly firing, and those human-like and non-human objects made of dirty mud They all fell down.

A tall soldier rushed from the other side, Lawrence hurriedly dodged, but couldn't dodge in time, he watched the tall soldier run over as if he didn't see him, and passed through his body like a phantom Body - Then, he was hit by a stray bullet from a monster, and his tall body crashed down into the sewer.

Other soldiers of the Queen's Guard bypassed the corpse and continued to run down the corridor.

A sailor walked over from the side, muttering to himself behind Lawrence: They are phantoms...

But these phantoms can fight those monsters, they can even destroy them...

Lawrence said blankly, but still felt like a dream.

The monsters in the corridor no longer increase. Another sailor said beside him.

Lawrence reacted instantly.

For the first time, the number of monsters in the corridor has actually decreased—after the appearance of the phantom Queen's Guard, the black mud that had been gushing from the surrounding walls and ceiling finally stopped penetrating. The number of deformed freaks that can't be killed is really being reduced at this moment!

The existence of the Queen's Guard can suppress the regeneration and multiplication of those monsters?

Countless questions filled Lawrence's mind, but he knew one thing was more important than pursuing the answers to these questions.

Follow the Queen's Guard! He raised his hand high, shouted orders, and followed the path they drove!

Yes, Captain!

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