Deep Sea Embers

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 nick of time, and grabbed the arm holding the scimitar, Youlu 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, as if deformed internal organs. The "rifle" made of flesh and blood, which is a wrong product no matter how you look at it, spews out flames from its muzzle.

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 turned his body , dodging the bullets flying towards him with unimaginable angles and postures.

Dodged three times and was shot six times.

"His fucking monster!!" The old captain burst out in severe pain, then raised the revolver in his hand, and fired two bang bang shots 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 body and flesh were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not fatal, but causing severe pain and exhaustion, and the power of the flames seems to be gradually wearing off - it is still full, but it is difficult to say whether it will ever run out.

Around Lawrence, the heavily armed subordinates are still fighting—these sailors wrapped in ghost flames have already noticed their current temporary immortality, and their fighting style is becoming more and more fierce. The sword resisted the monster that couldn't be killed no matter how hard it was, while trying to push into the depths of the corridor with all its strength.

However, like Lawrence himself, everyone is still not quite used to their current "spiritual body" state, let alone control those ghost flames. These sailors who accidentally obtained immortality are just squandering their physical strength and firepower. The entire sewer corridor The battle in the middle has become so chaotic that it is impossible to look directly at it.

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

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, like the wind Charging back and forth, 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 his eyesight has far surpassed that of ordinary people, and 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 safety of the battlefield. During the route, the scimitar in his hand was flying up and down, and it was still as good as new after half an hour of chopping - the blade hadn't even touched anything.

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

"I open the way with a scimitar!" The mummified 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 to his eyes by the neck. The hoarse voice was 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: "Go and open the way—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 wrestled with the mud monsters that kept pouring out, while a crew member with a rifle ran over from the side and shouted beside Lawrence: "Captain! Bullet!" It's 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 advancement of the team had obviously stopped.

Can no longer move forward.

There is no way out either.

The chaotic shouts of killing and the chilling sound of disintegrating flesh and limbs filled the corridor. The black mud on the surrounding walls and roofs was still oozing out, and the subordinates who had turned into spirit forms were almost overwhelmed by endless monsters. The weapons in their hands are running out of ammunition one after another, and the flames of their spiritual bodies are still burning, but fatigue is accumulating, and this feeling of fatigue is even sluggish and interferes 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 am I, where am I, what am I doing... There are endless monsters here, but the agreed midnight... how long will it take?

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

"Here they come."

The old captain woke up instantly from his stupor. He raised his hand in a hurry, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and pierced a monster that was pounced on him. Then he retreated to avoid the black mud that was almost sprayed on his body. , while quickly raising his head.

There were footsteps in the corridor—many, many footsteps, as well as distant and ethereal shouts and voices passing passwords. Then, these voices approached swiftly and almost instantly arrived at the area where Lawrence and the sailors were fighting hard .

Almost 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 subconsciously stopped. They watched the troops rush in here, watched them shoot at the ubiquitous monsters here, and watched them roar After a few seconds, the sailor came to his senses and murmured 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 in the sewer It's been a long, long time.

"Hi, we are here to help..." Lawrence reached out and patted the young soldier's 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, but saw that the phantom soldiers had already engaged in a fierce battle with the monsters in the corridor. The guns in their hands kept firing, and those human-like and non-human objects made of dirty mud fell down one after another.

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—— Then, he was hit by a stray bullet from a monster, and his tall body crashed down into the sewer.

The other Queen's Guard soldiers bypassed the corpse and continued running down the corridor.

A sailor came by and murmured behind Lawrence: "They are phantoms..."

"But these phantoms can fight those monsters, and they can even destroy them..." Lawrence said blankly, but still felt like a dream.

"There are no more monsters in the corridor." Another sailor said next to 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 endless number of deformed freaks are being really reduced in number at this moment!

Can the existence of the Queen's Guard suppress the "regeneration" and "proliferation" of those monsters?

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

"Follow the Queen's Guard!" He raised his hands high and ordered loudly, "Follow the path they lead!"

"Yes, Captain!"