Deep Sea Embers Chapter 426: The last counterattack
"The Embers of the Deep"
There are voices echoing in the depths of the corridor, but they are indistinguishable and indistinguishable.
There seemed to be the sound of cold wind, vague whispers, dense footsteps, and gunshots.
Everything is mixed together, everything has lost its obvious boundaries, and the whole world seems to be gradually being kneaded into a ball. The foggy and dim corridor seems to be able to swallow everything in a groggy way.
The old man with a hunched back staggered forward slowly in the corridor, and the big wrench in his hand occasionally touched the pipes on the nearby wall, making a low and strange crashing sound.
Who are you? Where is this? Where are you going? Why go to that place?
The attack has begun... At midnight, it is time for the Queen's Guard to launch an attack, but what exactly are they going to attack? And in which direction are they going to attack?
From time to time, some messy and broken thoughts and some long-faded memories appeared in the old ghost's bewildered mind, but soon, these things all melted into his befuddled brain-he occasionally felt as if Walking on two separate roads, chaotic perception and experience memory are entangled in this body, but sometimes, he feels that he has actually stayed in the same place, waiting for orders for fifty years.
The big wrench hit something and made a loud clang. The old ghost lowered his head dully, and saw that it was a helmet—black, with a narrow brim, bearing the emblem of the Queen's Guard, something from fifty years ago, It is no longer seen.
He stared at the helmet in a daze, watching it fall to the ground and rolling into the drain channel aside, it seemed that something was struggling to get up from the drain channel, but it soon merged with the surrounding darkness Melt together and disappear.
He grunted vaguely, and continued to walk towards the darkness, as if he was stepping into the depths of a conglomerated black silt, and then he finally stopped at the end of this corridor after an unknown amount of time.
Intertwined pipes, collapsed rubble, and smoke and black matter surging between the rubble—these things blocked the old man's way forward. He stopped here and looked around in confusion.
He didn't know this place, and he didn't even remember that there was such a place in the Second Waterway, but he just stopped here, because... there is something waiting for him to complete here.
The old ghost lowered his head and looked at a puddle of water next to the gravel, his confused eyes were reflected in the puddle.
What are you doing here?
At this moment, a strange scene suddenly appeared in the stagnant water
The soldiers of the Queen's Guard stepped through the endless monsters swarming in the corridors. The guns and bayonets in their hands turned the waves of fake monsters into cold and dry mud. With the seepage of silt, even the darkness in the corridor seems to have receded a lot.
Everything is as Lawrence guessed: the existence of the Queen's Guard itself is to suppress the pollution in this mirror city-state.
If you regard what happened in this city-state as a confrontation between two forces, then those mud monsters and the queen's guard are obviously the embodiment of these two opposing forces respectively—and such confrontation and entanglement may have continued For half a century.
The marine squad led by Lawrence ran quickly in the corridor, along the road opened by the Queen's Guards, they ran a distance that was difficult to break through in the previous few hours in ten minutes, and on this road, Lawrence was constantly watching and thinking.
He is trying to understand the nature of the Queen's Guard, and trying to establish communication with these phantoms, but all his attempts have failed.
The Queen's Guards couldn't see him, and they didn't even notice the existence of these uninvited guests. These soldiers were like a memory projected from a distant history, just mechanically repeating an incident that happened decades ago. Fighting, they advance, they shoot, they fight, they fall... and all of this has probably happened every day for the past few decades.
Martha's information about the Queen's Guard is correct, but obviously not entirely correct.
He can't establish cooperation with these helpers
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Captain! They can't see us, what should we do? A sailor ran over, in Lawrence
The side said loudly, it seems like we can't help much just by running with a dozen of us?
Lawrence looked a little complicated, and subconsciously looked at the small mirror on his chest, but Martha's voice came from inside first: Don't ask me, I don't know what's going on in this situation—I just know they exist , and have never dealt with them...
During the conversation, there was another faint sound of gunfire coming from the mirror: Martha's side is obviously very busy, and the situation is not much simpler than that of the sewer side.
Is the Queen's Guard just repeating this battle all these years? Lawrence spoke loudly, so the result of every battle is the same? !
Yes, the result is the same every time, they appear at midnight, and then disappear at the next hour, they can't break through the barrier at the end every time!
Can't break through the obstacles at the end?
Lawrence raised his head subconsciously when he heard the words, and looked in the direction where the group of phantom soldiers were charging.
They were rushing towards the deepest part of the corridor. In that dark and chaotic space, the strong malice surged in his perception like sludge with substance.
I see! Lawrence said suddenly.
Martha's voice came from the mirror: What do you understand? !
However, Lawrence couldn't care less about answering the man in the mirror's question. After vaguely realizing what he should do, he immediately took his subordinates and ran forward at a faster speed.
At the same time, the battle in the corridor is becoming more and more intense, and the Queen's Guard is launching the final charge. Countless warriors condensed by phantoms are roaring, using weapons in their hands to destroy the monsters in front of them. It fell down and turned into bubbles that dissipated in the air, and monsters continued to fall down and turned into mud flowing into the gutters on both sides. As the fierce battle continued, the entire stormtrooper finally gradually reached the end of this corridor. the end.
Lawrence finally saw the end of this fierce battle, and saw the obstacle that had blocked the Queen's Guard for half a century—
It was a gate, a gate that was covered by countless thorns and dirty black mud, and its appearance was frightening.
On the surface of the gate, the criss-crossing thorns are like a crown of dry branches, and the dim light spots wander irregularly in the depths of the thorns, and it seems that there are countless eyes hidden in the depths of the thorns. , Ordinary people only need to look in that direction, and their hearts will be gripped by fear and madness.
Even Lawrence, who had turned into the carrier of the spiritual fire at this moment, couldn't help feeling a shock and a roar of mind when he saw the door blocked by thorn bushes.
And that is the target of the Queen's Guard.
In front of the gate, countless black mud is gathering, and countless monsters appear in the mud—they poorly imitate the appearance of humans, including soldiers wearing city guard uniforms and navy uniforms, and some with various equipment Pirates and armed citizens, and even... there are old-looking cannons and demonic monsters made of piles of bones.
Relying on the simple fortifications in the hall, these monsters guard the gate of thorns, just like fanatics guarding their master.
The final battle begins.
The Queen's Guard poured all their firepower on the monster on the other side of the corridor, and the latter's counterattack shook the entire Second Waterway. The dozen or so sailors who came here could only try to find a hiding place on the edge of this devastating and tragic battlefield.
With such a dense firepower, even Lawrence, who was protected by the fire of the spirit body, didn't dare to bet that he really wouldn't die.
But he's not just hiding - he's watching.
He was observing how far the Queen's Guard had gone in this battle.
As the battle continued, as the warring parties continued to reduce their personnel, the defensive strength in front of the gate finally weakened—the deadly artillery and demonic creatures were torn to pieces, and gaps began to appear in the defense line in front of the thorns.
The blasting team! superior!
Lawrence, who was hiding next to the position of the Queen's Guard, suddenly heard a voice, which was the voice of a commander of the Guard.
In the next second, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted those creeping figures on the edge of the battlefield.
A small team broke away from the main position, entered the drainage channel on the edge of the hall in the blind spot of the monsters' vision, and moved along the ditch little by little towards the hidden place on the side of the Thorn Gate.
At the same time, the firepower from the frontal position suddenly increased, and dense bullets poured over, trying to suppress and attract the attention of the monsters in front of the gate.
Lawrence suddenly held his breath unconsciously—even though he knew that this might be just a phantom that would not be affected by the outside world, he still did so subconsciously.
But what he was worried about happened as scheduled.
The demolition team was spotted along the edge of the field near the Thorn Gate.
A series of bullets shot into the drain, and several soldiers carrying explosive devices fell down in the ditch in an instant.
But almost at the same time, another blasting team entered the ditch on the other side of the hall, and continued to climb towards the gate covered in thorns.
They were also found - the second blasting team fell only a dozen meters away from the Thorn Gate.
At this moment, a sailor's low cry suddenly reached Lawrence's ears: They are about to disappear!
Lawrence immediately raised his head, and the scene in the corridor came into his eyes—
The Queen's Guard is disappearing.
After the failure of the second blasting team, all the guards suddenly stopped, and then each of them began to fade and dissipate, and a third of them blinked
The eyes are already like a translucent phantom!
What Martha had said suddenly came to Lawrence's mind:
...they can't break through the obstacles at the end every time...
Lawrence suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence, and understood the outcome of this battle every time-the Queen's Guard failed. Although they kept fighting and repeated persistently, the unalterable fact was that at midnight In Zero Point's last counterattack, they failed.
The operation failed fifty years ago.
Every repetition after that is a repetition of the failure.
Lawrence was in a daze for a while, but at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw another figure appearing on the battlefield.
It was a figure rushing out from the corner of the hall, an illusion that had not yet begun to dissipate.
The eyes of Lawrence and all the sailors were instantly attracted by that figure.
He is not a soldier, but a young man who looks like an army engineer. He wears a dark blue rough overalls, and wears a slanted hat that was popular half a century ago on his head. On the bed, in addition to the pistol and bullet bag, there is also a big wrench hanging.
He rushed to the ditch, rushed to the explosive device left by the second blasting team, and then quickly crawled towards the thorny gate holding the wooden box full of explosives.
At this moment, Lawrence almost thought he was going to succeed.
However, a bullet flew in, and the young man felt as if he had been hit on the shoulder with a hammer. Half of his body shook violently, and he fell to the ground a few meters away from the Thorn Gate.
The whole hall seemed to be silent for an instant.
The final counterattack is over.
All the soldiers of the Queen's Guard began to dissipate at an accelerated rate, and the illusion that had been repeated for fifty years also returned to the original point.
Perhaps, this is also the last repetition.
Lawrence stared blankly at the young man who fell last.
The last of the Queen's Guard, the last of the fallen, his fall seemed to be some kind of focus of this ever-repeating battle.
But suddenly, Lawrence woke up from his daze.
He jumped out from his hiding place. Under the gazes and exclamations of the sailors, the old captain rushed like a gust of wind to the place where the last person fell.
The already silent hall was disturbed by his sudden intervention
The monsters that hadn't dissipated reacted almost instantly, and the chaotic and noisy roars and the roar of weapons firing suddenly exploded!
The sailor's shout came from behind: Cover the captain!
However, Lawrence seemed to be unable to hear these voices. He just lowered his head and rushed forward. It seemed that he had been shot a few times. down the hall, jumped into that ditch, swooped down on the final explosive device, reached out to it—
Then, he ran his fingers through the box of dynamite.
Lawrence fell into the ditch in some embarrassment and stared blankly at the scene in front of him.
Like the surrounding Queen's Guards, that box of explosives was also an illusion to him.
The explosive device that was not detonated fifty years ago cannot be detonated by a later man like him today.
The bullets whizzed and hit the ground nearby, the howling sounded from far to near, and some mud monsters had rushed into the ditch, trying to tear themselves to pieces.
Lawrence was still staring blankly at the box of explosives, only feeling huge absurdity and ridicule.
But at this moment, something suddenly moved in the corner of his eye.
The old captain raised his head in astonishment, and saw that it was the young man who had just collapsed who moved suddenly.
The young man with a big wrench hanging from his waist trembled, slowly raised his head, and his eyes fixed on the man in front of him who was covered in strange green flames and dressed as a captain.
Lawrence froze for a moment before suddenly reacting: Can you see me? !
The young man didn't seem to hear the question, but his lips were moving, as if he was repeating something quickly. He repeated it several times before Lawrence could barely hear what he said--
...That's right, I have seen this flame...·...I have seen it...
See you? flame? what are you saying?
Lawrence's eyes widened in astonishment, and he couldn't help asking.
The young man didn't answer, he just kept repeating, repeating, and during this repetition, he got up little by little, covered in blood, but slowly got up!
Under the unbelievable gaze of Lawrence~IndoMTL.com~, the **** young man picked up the last blasting device, hummed and climbed up the wall next to the ramp, stumbling while muttering something Go to the gate of thorns.
Lawrence heard what the other party said, but it was all content that he couldn't understand. It sounded like a series of names--
Nemo·····General Tyrian···Raven···
The **** figure staggered like this, muttering.
But he didn't take a few steps out at all.
As soon as he climbed onto the flat ground, several gunshots came from the opposite side, and the **** figure fell down.
But almost at the moment when he fell, another old and crooked figure suddenly stood up from the place where he fell.
Lawrence watched this scene in disbelief. He saw the position where the old man appeared—he stood up from a pool of blood.
He was the reflection in the blood of the young man when he died in battle.
Ah, I'm finally here...
The stooped old man bent down, picked up the last box of explosives, and then suddenly burst into an incomprehensible, extremely brilliant smile on his face.
I'm here!
he said aloud, he laughed aloud, he picked up the box of dynamite, ignited its fuse with glee, and rushed toward the thorny gate with it almost gleefully in his arms.
I'm here!
Engineer Wilson is here to report!
Engineer Wilson requests to rejoin the team!
I'm here!
Boom! ! !
The earth-shattering explosion shook the entire hall and every corridor connected to the hall.
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