Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 344 340. Ignite the light of'hope'

  In the ruins of the lighthouse ruins, the witch hunters holding shotguns or spirit weapons spread out in a circle, advancing in a vigilant posture.

  From time to time, gunshots sounded, indicating that the monster that had escaped the bombing was pulled out and killed.

  In the loose formation in the center of the ring, the Gordon Saint, holding the dark red halberd, is hurrying to tell Boss Jiang about their plan for this trip.

  "A few months ago, our two brothers entered the ruins with their respective witch hunts, but were ambushed by monsters and we lost them.

  But also because of their sacrifice, we can now be sure that the expulsion circle that goes deep into the ground below the lighthouse is still intact, and those monsters can't get close to it.

  So we only need to complete the restoration work in a short time, and the reactivated deportation circle will once again be integrated with the other twelve lighthouses on the coast of the new colony.

  The sacred expulsion power it will exert at that time will help us complete the last part of this war. "

  The old hunter breathed a sigh of relief and said:

   "By then, all the monsters will be trapped on the battlefield, and they will not be able to get the support of the monsters in the sea. This will also be of great benefit to your actions of expelling and transferring the monsters."

   "Holy One, we have come here, please be honest."

   Jiang Xia shook his head, he said directly:

  "If this action is as easy as you said, I don’t believe you will not be able to complete it in six months.

  There must be some difficulties that we don’t know about, and I know a lot about monsters. I have also faced a lord-level monster directly.

  I know the difference between them and ordinary monsters. Being burned by the magic of darkness, making the lower-level monsters like beasts, it is difficult to give birth to reason.

  Not to mention active thinking.

  It is too difficult to have a natural birth of a lord, but according to your statement, the number of lord-level monsters on the Old World has doubled compared to twenty years ago.

  This means that the birth of the monster lord is definitely not the result of natural selection.

  You are still hiding some important news. "

  This answer caused Elder Gordon to glance at Boss Jiang unexpectedly.

  He seemed to hesitate.

   exchanged glances with the surrounding witch hunters again, and after nearly half a minute, he said in a deep voice:

  "This is the biggest secret that the Witch Hunt has been concealing since its birth. We are not out of malice, but because of prudent protection. We cannot destroy the last hope in the hearts of the people.

  But you are right, Boss Jiang. "

  Gordon Saint shook his head. He looked at the shattered body of the watch lighthouse in front of him. He said:

  "The birth of the lord, in addition to the difficult self-evolution of monsters, there are indeed other ways to witch hunters, we warriors who use dark power to fight against the dark.

  We are like walking on the edge of the abyss. If we are not paying attention, we will be swallowed by the abyss.

  In the past two decades, two-thirds of the lords and monarch monsters that have rapidly spawned in the Old World are fallen witch hunters. They were overwhelmed by darkness and eventually became part of the abyss and the vanguard.

  But they are not to blame.

  No one can blame them.

  They are all brave men. They fight with monsters and give everything to protect the hope. The harder they kill, the closer they are to the fall.

  In every dream of the red moon, they can see that they are getting closer to the soul of the monster.

  Dark whispers are eroding them.

  Many brave people chose to sever themselves before they collapsed, turning their power into ashes and passing it on to the next generation of fighters. That is not only the inheritance of strength, but also the inheritance of responsibility and mission.

  This is cruel.

  But this is the fate of the witch hunter.

  Perhaps eventually, darkness will swallow everything.

  But before the end really comes, we will stick to the last light.

The reason why the operation to repair the lighthouse was delayed for six months was not completed. Apart from our misjudgment at the beginning, the biggest difficulty is that the witch hunters we sent here have all been transformed into guards for the monsters. .

  We are weakened.

  But they have been enhanced. "

  This answer does not exceed Lao Jiang’s guess.

  He glanced at Old Saen, and the old hunter was holding the magic modified M240, pretending not to see Lao Jiang's sight. In the Dream of Red Moon, Jiang Xia had seen Saen's nightmare form with his own eyes.

  At that time, he already had his own guesses about the final fate of the witch hunter, and Old Saen, he was already a little overwhelmed.

   "I want the ashes of all the witch hunters, from rookie to master, I want the ashes of all the witch hunters, from the rookie to the ashes of the master, that the Vaslow Witch Hunting Club was established to the present, I want it!"

  Boss Jiang lighted a cigarette and said to Gordon next to him:

   "The directional power is much safer than the ability to draw from a monster by luck."

   "Your appetite is really big, Boss Jiang."

  Gordon Saint replied softly, Lao Jiang shrugged, he said:

  "But my generosity is as great as my appetite. This support is not only a support, but it is also a weapons fair. I have put my goods on the shelves.

  You have also seen their effects with your own eyes. You will also have such an undefeated army armed with steel, and you will truly have the power to resist monsters.

   without having to let the blood of the warriors flow in vain.

  I will even provide refuge to your people so that they can thrive in a safer world and continue their civilization. I have done so much for you.

  Just ashes, are you still so stingy? "

   "Wow!"

  As soon as Jiang Xia finished speaking, in the calm ruins ahead, a roar that shook the ground broke out, interrupting his discussion with Elder Gordon, and all the witch hunters' swords were unsheathed.

  But Shan Qiuming reacted even faster. He grabbed a tube of spirit-attached RPG from Najie, put it on his shoulder, aimed slightly, and pulled the trigger.

   "swish"

  Large fist-like rockets roared and elongated the tail flames, flew forward and diagonally downwards, and was bombed out of the masonry ruins of the impact pit. The flames broke out for an instant, engulfing the three figures that rushed out of it.

  The explosion also opened the stairs leading to the lighthouse underground, which was dark, spinning to the darkness, just like the open mouth of a giant beast.

  Lao Jiang's eyes changed a bit.

  He saw clearly the three figures engulfed in flames.

  That's not a monster, it's a human!

  Jiang Xia took a step back, took out two heavy black six-barreled Vulcan cannons from Na Ring, threw them to Han Han, held one in his own hand, and pointed the heavy stuff forward.

  Shan Qiuming also took out the big toy he bought, took a step forward, and stood with Lao Jiang and Han Han, and the three violent gunners were ready.

  The attack of these corrupt witch hunters is like a signal.

  In the former quiet lighthouse ruins, it immediately became "lively". The precise bombing of the black fox has cleared most of the vulnerable monsters in the ruins.

  But this also means that those who can survive the bombing are hard bones.

  They hide in this fragmented ruin, waiting for the guests to step into this place, and when they can’t turn their heads, they will rush to get rid of them.

   is very simple, very old-fashioned tactics.

  But very practical.

  Gordon Saint simply ignored the instantly boiling battlefield around him. He held the halberd and took a deep breath. At this moment, the hanging old body seemed to be inflated and stretched out.

   seems to have recovered the strength of his youth.

  Several witch hunting masters immediately came forward carrying a black box, which contained materials used to repair the expulsion circle.

   "Just ask you all here to buy us time."

  He said to Jiang Xia:

   "I will personally lead the team to the bottom of the lighthouse to repair the expulsion circle. We will complete the repair in an hour at most."

   "You better hurry up."

  Lao Jiang glanced at the battlefield.

  Now the number of lord monsters that have emerged from the ruins has reached as many as five. He threw the Vulcan cannon into the ring, and easily pulled out the war exhaustion, and said to the elder:

  "It’s only half an hour. If you can’t come back on time, we will immediately evacuate and release weapons of mass destruction that can smooth everything out."

"Um."

  The saint didn’t say much. He carried the halberd and turned into a swift shadow to rush forward. The fallen witch hunters along the way couldn’t stop him at all.

  Only a piece of ashes fluttered behind him, leading several masters into the revolving staircase leading to the ground.

  They went all the way down at a fast speed. It took less than five minutes to reach the bottom of the lighthouse. In the secret room where the expulsion circle was located, a pale golden light was reflected in the distant darkness, like a flame floating in the dark.

  This relieved all the witch hunters.

  The light represents that the main body of the expulsion circle is still intact, and there is still the possibility of restoration.

  But at the moment when the team descended to the basement, the Gordon Saint, holding the halberd, suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand to prevent the approach of several masters behind him.

   "In the beginning, we were ignorant. Like a lost lamb, looking for a streamer in the dark."

   "We grab strength from the darkness, trying to protect ourselves and guard hope."

   "We try to see the true face of the end, but ignorance is a curse. It covers all hearts and eyes, so that we cannot see the truth."

  The hoarse, low-pitched chanting sound echoed in this dimly wide basement. The sound was as dry as two rags rubbing against each other, and there was no smell of living beings at all.

  In front of the witch hunters, on the edge of the large expulsion circle, in the silhouette of the shimmering light, a thin and slender figure, facing away from them, half-kneeled there.

  It kneels before the sacred golden light, like confession and prayer.

  Unidentified broken white yarn, like a dead man's sling, was scattered on the ground behind it, and those broken cloth strips were dirty with blood stains that had already dried.

  Like a mummy, wrapped around its skinny and abnormal body, on its head, eyes, and up and down, only a rotten mouth was exposed.

   "Gosh! Father Manu, is that you?"

Behind Gordon Saint, Master Maria, who was carrying the restoration materials, exclaimed. She trembled and seemed to recognize the thin figure.

  And Gordon clasped the halberd in his hand.

  Pain on his face.

  "Darkness is not an evil thing. Under the end of the day, it generously promises me a place to stay."

   "We stupidly lifted the veil of the doomsday, and all we saw was despair. But the nightmare has come to an end, my brothers, I am back."

   "I brought back blessings for you."

  The man stood up, as if he had ended the prayer before the killing. He turned around, interlaced his hands, and placed it on his abdomen, like the humble posture of a clergyman.

it says:

   "I brought back the dark oracle from the foggy capital. He will open the wings of the doomsday, and the final purification time has come, brothers."

   "Repent."

"boom"

The expulsion circle behind    seemed to be dripped by an invisible object at this moment.

  The golden flames churning in the darkness, by the way, turned into dark red ominous smoke and rose. With the roar of the Gordon Saint, when the whole darkness fell, there was a harsh sound of weapon collision in the basement.

  "Go! Get out! It is no longer Manu! Not even the thirteen heroes who sacrificed their lives to seal the Red Moon! Spread the news that the seal of the City of Fog was broken!"

  "Tell Boss Jiang to activate his weapon! Smooth out everything here!"

   "Puff"

  The answer to him was the **** light bursting out of four at the same time behind him.

   "The warm darkness has opened arms, embrace it, brothers."

   "You don't have to run around anymore, it's time to go home."

  (End of this chapter)