Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 410

[Chapter 408 Opening]

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

These are obviously no longer “restless corpses” – they are something more profane and more ominous, and must be exterminated here.

The old man’s marksmanship was very accurate, those deformed objects 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 the dagger and cane—but the old man knew that he must 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 across 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 will not be in such a situation Falling into an inexplicable fog.

Faintly, there were other gunshots coming from a distance.

“Grandpa Watcher!” Annie shouted, and handed the newly loaded rifle to the old man’s hand again, while looking nervously at the direction of the gunshots, “Shots are also being fired at other places…someone is here to help us Is it?”

“It’s the guards of Cemetery No. 4 and Cemetery No. 2,” the old man raised the muzzle of his gun, and smashed an ugly head that appeared in the mist with a roar, and said without turning his head, “Yes. Someone is here to help us, don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid.” Anne tried to speak 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 forceful support.

Because she is brave enough.

“You’re brave indeed,” said the old warden, trying to look as relaxed as possible, even though his arms were already shaking. “Where did you learn that? How do you load rifles and shotguns?”

“My mother has several guns, and she hangs them in the bedroom and the living room,” said Anne, as she quickly loaded the cartridges into the barrel magazine of the double-barreled shotgun. She fired several guns, and she said she needed to protect her home… Ahhh!”

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 was shocked call out.

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.” 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: “…reload.”

The gunshot roared again.

The hunched old man in black is like a bent and tough tree, firmly nailing himself in this thick fog. He and Anne gradually stopped talking, leaving only silent shooting and the twitch between expressions. He was getting more and more serious, and he was counting, counting how many monsters he had killed, counting how many times Anne had handed the loaded shotgun or rifle to him.

“Last box popped,” he muttered softly.

“Grandpa Watcher, the last box has been played!” Annie exclaimed almost at the same time.

“I know,” the old guard didn’t look back, he silently dealt with a freak that had almost rushed to the front of the hut, and then waved his hand behind him, “Load the shotgun, and put the gun and the remaining bullets Put them all at my feet, go under my bed, there is a dark brown box, which contains spare ammunition.” “

Okay! Dark brown box, spare ammunition!” Annie said quickly, and then put the gun Pushing hard with bullets to the door, he 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 firmly nailed the dagger to the hook of the outer door latch.

Almost a second later, he heard panicked footsteps coming from the cabin, followed by the girl knocking hard on the door and screaming.

“…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 a single-handed gun, then quickly turned around, jumped up from the door frame, and shot from the top of the door frame with his free left hand. Swinging around a corner, a pitch-black cane appeared in his hand—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, In an instant, he also landed on the ground smoothly.

Looking across the dense fog in front of his eyes, the old man swung the black stick in his hand vigorously, and the dirty black fluid fell from the stick like mutated blood. Immediately, it 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 located—like most guard veterans, he chose to put the weapon that had accompanied him for half his life in his retirement year. Above the last door that was guarded, but he did not expect that he and the 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, in the cold and dim fog, he slowly turned around, his eyes fell on those swaying figures, and he said Reciting 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 freaks in the mist became agitated, and countless swaying figures began to cross the path

, Rush to the hut that still stands.

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

“You don’t want to rest in peace, I will send you to rest in peace!” The sound

of slashing, roaring, rifles and shotguns firing, the last battle of the guards made the cemetery tremble.

In the caretaker’s hut, Annie curled up at the door with her small body, holding her head and listening to the movement outside.

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 his brows furrowed, staring at the wall-like thick fog on the sea, and the first officer Aiden came behind him, reporting the situation in a serious tone: “… …As of now, our communication with Cold Harbor, Ice Bay, and Pirate Island has been strongly interfered, and calls on all frequency bands have not responded. Although the communication with the Frost Navy and the port area of Frost Island has also been interfered, it is barely Can still be contacted. The coverage of this dense fog has spread to at least 100 nautical miles outside the Frost Island…

“In addition, according to the report from the boat we sent to the edge of the dense fog, the fog has stopped spreading and the concentration has not continued. Ascending, but the efforts to sail outwards all failed-all the boats trying to leave the dense fog circled in place, and unknowingly turned back to the depths of the dense fog. “

“How about the stargazing room? ” “

“I still can’t observe the correct astrology,” said the first mate Aiden with a serious expression, “it’s as if a blurred lens suddenly appeared between the spirit world and the deep sea. The mental pressure also rose sharply, and it was impossible to observe for a long time. “

“…It seems that the blockade is complete, and the Frost City and the surrounding sea areas have been isolated from the ‘normal world’ outside.” Tirian said with a blank expression on his face, and only calmness in his one-eyed eyes, “Don’t run out in vain. “

“The blockade… who made the blockade?”

“Occasionally use your brain-do you still need to ask?” Tirian looked back at Aiden. Aren’t they the ones who made the trouble?”

“I know,” Aiden stared, with an expression of “is the battle in front of me a little exaggerated?” battle?”

“A group of lunatics may not have this ability, but the ‘lord’ they worship is another matter,” Tirian put his hands 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   ?

“

The way, the way of the world is like this—in fact, it’s nothing if you think about it carefully. Didn’t the big guys still bite the bullet when they confronted the old captain, but now the old captain is still on our side.” “That’s enough

, Let’s all get ready,” Tirian exhaled softly, and waved his hands to the first officer, “We’ve been away from Frost for so many years, we may have to make another big fuss in this sea area.” (Going to BJ for a business trip

tomorrow , I went to Shanghai on the 20th, and I may go to SJZ next month. I also went to Chengdu before. I feel that I am either on a business trip or on the way to a business trip… In short, let’s send the saved manuscript first, and it will not be interrupted. Yes, and then double-update if there is a chance when you see the difference.)

(End of this chapter)