Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 429

[Chapter 427 The Final Counterattack]

There are voices echoing in the depths of the corridor, but they are mixed 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, there is no longer front, back, left, and right, and there is no more yesterday and today—just like this dim fog filled with fog The corridor, groggy as if it could swallow everything.

The old man with a hunched back walked slowly in the corridor with staggering steps. The big wrench in his hand occasionally touched the pipes on the nearby wall, making a low and strange impact 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? In which direction are you going to attack?

From time to time, some messy and broken thoughts and some long-faded memories popped up in the old ghost’s drowsy mind, but soon, these things all melted into his drowsy brain—he occasionally felt as if he was walking On the two separate roads, chaotic perception and experience memory entangled endlessly in this body, but sometimes, he felt that he had 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 mark of the Queen’s Guard. Not anymore.

He stared at the helmet in a daze, watching it fall to the ground and rolling into the side drain, it seemed that something was struggling to get up from the drain, but soon merged with the surrounding darkness ,Disappear.

He grunted vaguely, and continued to walk into the darkness, as if he was gradually entering the depths of a conglomerated black silt, and then it took an unknown amount of time before he finally stopped at the end of the corridor.

Intertwined pipes, collapsed rubble, and smoke and black matter surging between the rubble—these things blocked the old man’s way forward, and he stopped here, looking 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 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 beside the gravel. His confused eyes were reflected in the puddle.

What are you going to do 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 corridor, and the guns and bayonets in their hands turned wave after wave of fake monsters into monsters. Cold and dry mud, and where they passed, there was no more mud seeping through the walls, and even the darkness in the corridor seemed 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 mirrored 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—and such confrontation and entanglement may have lasted for half a century as long as.

The marine squad led by Lawrence ran quickly in the corridor, along the road blazed by the Queen’s Guards, they ran through the distance that was difficult to break through in the previous few hours in ten minutes, and on this road, Lawrence has been Constantly observe and think.

He was trying to understand the nature of the Queen’s Guard, and even trying to establish communication with these phantoms—but all his attempts failed.

The Queen’s Guard couldn’t see him, and didn’t even notice the existence of these uninvited guests. These soldiers were like a memory projected from a distant history, just mechanically repeating a battle that happened decades ago. Advance, shoot, fight, fall… and all of these have probably happened every day in the past few decades.

Martha’s intelligence about the Queen’s Guard was right, but obviously not quite right.

He has no way to establish cooperation with these “helpers”.

“Captain! They can’t see us, what should we do?” A sailor ran over and shouted beside Lawrence, “Just a dozen of us running along doesn’t seem to be of much help?” Lawrence

looked It was a bit complicated, and she subconsciously looked at the small mirror on her chest, but Martha’s voice came out of it first: “Don’t ask me, I don’t know what’s going on in the current situation-I just know their existence, and I didn’t follow them. They have dealt with each other…”

While speaking, 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.

“The Queen’s Guard just repeated this battle all these years?” Lawrence said loudly, “Then the result of each battle is the same?!” “Yes, the result is the same

every time. The whole point subsides, and they can’t break through the obstacles at the end every time!”

Can’t break through the obstacles at the end?

Lawrence raised his head subconsciously when he heard this, 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 thick malice surged in his perception like sludge with substance.

“I see!” Lawrence exclaimed suddenly.

Martha’s voice came from the mirror: “What do you understand?!”

However, Lawrence no longer cared about answering the question of the person in the mirror. His subordinates speeded up and ran forward.

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 soldiers condensed by phantoms are roaring, using weapons in their hands to destroy the monsters in front of them, and soldiers continue to fall, It turned into bubbles that dissipated in the air, and monsters continued to fall down, turning 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.

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 covered by countless thorns and dirty black mud, whose appearance was astonishing. The door of fear.

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. One need only look in that direction to be gripped by terror 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 was 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, as well as pirates and armed forces with various equipment. Citizens, even… There are old-looking cannons and devil-like monsters piled up with bones.

Relying on the simple fortifications in the hall, these monsters guarded the door 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 opposite side of the corridor, and the latter’s counterattack shook the entire Second Waterway. A dozen sailors 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, dared not bet on whether he really would not die.

But he wasn’t just hiding – he was watching.

He was observing how far the Queen’s Guard had gone in this battle.

And as the battle continued, as the warring parties continued to reduce their personnel, the defense force in front of the gate finally weakened—those deadly artillery and demonic creatures were torn to pieces, and gaps began to appear in the defense line in front of the thorns.

“Demolition team! Go!”

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 at 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 just be 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.

Demolition teams along the edge of the field near the Thorn Gate were spotted.

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 disappearing soon!”

Lawrence immediately raised his head, and the scene in the corridor came into his eyes –

the Queen’s Guard was disappearing.

After the failure of the second blasting team, all the guards stopped for a moment, and then each of them began to fade and disappear, and one-third of them became translucent in the blink of an eye. phantom!

What Martha had said suddenly came to Lawrence’s mind:

“…they can’t break through the final obstacle every time…”

Lawrence suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence, and understood the outcome of every battle-the Queen’s Guard failed. Although they kept fighting and repeated persistently, the unalterable fact was that at midnight this hour In “The Last Strike”, they failed.

This operation failed fifty years ago.

Every repetition after that is a repetition of the failure.

Lawrence was in a daze for a moment, 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 dark blue rough overalls, a slack hat that was popular half a century ago, and on his belt is a pistol. In addition to the 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 thorn gate with the wooden box full of explosives.

For a split second, Lawrence almost thought he was on the verge of success.

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 dead, his fall seems to be some sort of “focus” of this ever-repeating battle.

But suddenly, Lawrence woke up from his daze.

He jumped out from his hiding place, and 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”, and 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 several times, which to him was already It didn’t matter, and he rushed halfway down the hall, jumped into the ditch, swooped down on the final explosive device, reached out to it—and then

, his fingers passed through the box of explosives.

Lawrence fell into the ditch in some embarrassment, staring at the scene in front of him in a daze.

Like the Queen’s Guard around him, that box of explosives was also an illusion to him.

Explosive devices that were not detonated fifty years ago cannot be detonated by him, a “latecomer” today.

The bullets whizzed and hit the nearby ground, and the howling sounded from far to near, and some mud monsters had rushed into the ditch, trying to tear themselves to pieces.

Lawrence still stared blankly at the box of explosives, only feeling a huge absurdity and ridicule.

However, 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 dressed as a captain and wrapped in strange green flames.

Lawrence froze for a moment, and then suddenly realized: “Can you see me?!”

The young man didn’t seem to hear the question, but his lips moved, as if he was repeating something quickly. He repeated several times, and Lawrence finally Barely heard what he said——

“… I’ve seen it, yes, I’ve seen this flame… I’ve seen it…” “

I’ve seen it? Flame? What are you talking about?”

Lawrence widened his eyes in astonishment, unable to bear it asked.

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 Lawrence’s unbelievable gaze, the blood-soaked young man picked up the final explosive device, hummed and climbed up the wall next to the ramp, muttering something while staggering towards the thorny gate go.

Lawrence heard what the other party was chanting, but they were all incomprehensible to him. It sounded like a series of names—

“Nemo…General Tirian…Crow…”

The bloody figure staggered like this mumbling.

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 bloody 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 rickety old man bent down and picked up the last box of explosives, and then a kind of incomprehensible, extremely brilliant smile suddenly appeared on his face.

“Here I am!”

he cried, and he laughed, and he picked up the box of dynamite, blew its fuse with glee, and carried it almost gleefully toward the thorny gate.

“I’m here!

” Engineer Wilson came to report!

“Engineer Wilson asked to return to the team!

” “I’m here!” “

“Boom! ” ! ! “

The earth-shattering explosion shook the entire hall and every corridor connected to the hall.

(End of this chapter)