Ember Gun

  Chapter 593 Prologue Outsider

   932 year in the English calendar.

  The Horn of Raging Wave Naval Port.

   "Winter is coming... Another year has passed."

  Eve leaned against the car window, looking at the gloomy plume clouds in the distance, feeling the coolness of late autumn.

  She sighed the passing of time, but unfortunately, no matter how she sighed, she couldn't change these, so she turned her attention back to the newspaper and read it carefully.

Approximately three months ago, Galunalo’s fleet attacked the Ice Bay. Although Galunalo denied the ownership of these ships, judging from the wreckage of the ship, it was indeed from Galunalo. vessel.

  The battle situation that night was extremely complicated. Gallunaro’s fleet not only fought with Lengbing Bay, but also seemed to be fighting another enemy, but the newspaper did not specify who the other enemy was.

  Because of these unknowable reasons, everything has different possibilities.

The world situation has become intensified. Both the Viking nations and the Rhine Alliance have erupted calls for war. In the subsequent period of time, many conflicts broke out in the Shiraito Strait. Ships on both sides sank, but all-out wars were set off. The flames of war have not been ignited.

  Inervig needs time, and the Rhine League also needs time. According to the fishermen, the Shiraito Strait has been completely blocked, and there are huge iron-clad ships that almost fill the strait.

   Then, just when the two sides could no longer restrain themselves and the full-scale war was about to break out, all this stalemate again, and the angry people had to stop thinking.

only because……

  Eve thought, looking at the front page of the newspaper, the entire page contained only a few paragraphs of text, and a blurry black and white photo.

There is a hideous and weird humanoid machine printed on the newspaper. It is steaming all over its body and holding a giant barrel in its hand. This is a weapon that requires a carriage to be dragged, but it is so easy to hold in the hand, the most important thing. The thing is, there are more similar weapons on the weapon rack behind it, and this weird machine is walking on the streets of the old town.

  Eve knows exactly what this is, the war machine from the pump of perpetual motion, the third-generation original sin armor.

  It minimizes the proportion of monster flesh and blood, which greatly reduces the overall strength and maneuverability, but it is also the only armor that can be mass-produced and will not cause serious erosion to the driver and the surrounding people.

  Because of the sudden appearance of the three generations of armor, the upcoming war has stalled for a while. The fleet of the Rhine Alliance is ready to go, but because of this unknown strength machine, it is silent again.

  Everyone needs to rethink whether they want to continue fighting in the face of such an Inervig.

Inverweg’s military also conducted a military parade during this time. The three-generation armor is the protagonist. These new war machines can carry many heavy weapons and have a certain degree of mobility. No one Know how tragic they will kill on the battlefield.

The three generations of armor not only stunned the enemy, but also stunned many of their own people. It was the first time that most aristocrats knew that there was such a thing in Inverweg, and because of these factors, the Platinum Palace was much more lively than before.

  Of course, Eve knows that the third-generation armor is more than just a reason to delay the war. It is indeed weird and powerful, but there will always be young deer who are not afraid of tigers.

What really delayed the war temporarily was the builders scattered among the nations. After Lorenzo returned from the Sea of ​​Silence, an encrypted telegram was sent to them. After a short agreement, this time a "restart" "It will be postponed, but there is not much time for Lorenzo and them.

   "In fact, the situation is worse than this. According to Lorenzo, this time maybe all mankind will be finished."

  Arthur rubbed his eyes, and after only a few months, he looked much older than before.

   "I thought...I shouldn't have known this information."

  Eve's mood is the same heavy as him, and she also has confusion in her heart.

"Actually, you should know. I have always wanted to protect you in a delicate birdcage, but all this has become more and more outrageous...Why don't you let you be free? Since I can't teach you to dance, it's better to teach you to hold a gun. ." Arthur said.

  Eve put down the newspaper, "Are you trying to treat me as your successor?"

   "This is not good," Arthur shook his head, "Although you are my daughter, you still need a normal promotion if you want to sit in my position. I have already figured out who will succeed me."

   Arthur said and looked at the other side of the carriage. They were not the only passengers on this train.

  The carriage shook slightly, and the armed train drove straight ahead on the desolate ground.

  This is a no-man’s land. Looking around, it is difficult to detect any traces of human activities, and the armed train is moving forward alone.

But it was not lonely in the carriage. On the opposite side of Eve sat Arthur. The old guy had heavy eyes. He picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee from time to time. On the other side of the aisle sat Merlin and Abigail. An important scientific researcher is also on the train.

  According to the regulations on the removal of organs, in order to avoid being beheaded, several of them should not have appeared together at the same time, let alone on the same vehicle, but today is an important day, and they have to go together.

The other seats of the train were also full of security soldiers, but they were different from the ordinary soldiers of the cleaning agency. Each of them wore heavy coats, under which bulletproof steel plates were inserted, and they held weapons in their hands. With a sharp knife, his face was hidden under the heavy gas mask.

  Along with breathing, a heavy filter sounded from the cabin.

  Not only that, a deeper breathing sounded outside the car window, and a heavy steam rushed through, leaving fine water droplets on the glass, but it was quickly dragged away by the wind.

  The original sin armor kept on standby, quietly half-kneeling in the carriage in front of them, carrying all kinds of weapons, like a silent army.

  Eve can clearly feel this, feeling a little at a loss in her heart, her eyes can't help but sweeping in the carriage, and she is watching the scavengers.

  It's not that she has never seen these guys, but if you recall it carefully, it seems that this is the first time Eve has seen these scavengers at such close range during the day.

  They have barely spoken, communicated entirely by gestures, and never took off their masks. It seems that all sweepers look like this, maintaining absolute secrecy, and sealing off all self-related information.

   Then his gaze fell further back, those were more special passengers.

   Arthur looked at these special passengers and continued.

   "No one is immortal, there will always be a successor."

Out of sight, he caught a glimpse of the seats in the last row of the car. Arthur seemed to be seeing someone and smiled helplessly. "Of course, there may be exceptions. I think a bad guy like him can live at least a few hundred years old. ."

  Eve also tried to look at the guy sitting at the back, but he was in the blind spot of Eve’s perspective. From her position, he could only vaguely see the sword bags and guns leaning on the side.

  This guy is fully armed, as if he is about to participate in a decisive battle that is about to break out. He doesn't know when all this will begin, so he can only keep himself armed at all times.

  It is said that he became like this after returning from Jihai, either staying motionless in his office, or walking into the night with full weapons.

  The snoring started, Eve looked away, followed Arthur's line of sight, and found the person he was referring to.

   "You mean, is she his successor?"

"In Oscar's words, it's like this," Arthur glanced helplessly at the guy who was asleep by the car window. "He said that he devoted his energy to writing all his life, and he was so confused that he needed the help of gangsters. He publishes books, and when he wakes up from the world in the story, he finds himself old like this."

   "No relatives, no children, not even a few friends."

  Arthur sighed, as if he could see through the sadness under his smiling face.

"He is a terrible writer and an incompetent country builder. What he can do for the rest of his life is to pass on his mission instead of breaking it off in his own hands. If this is not possible, his life will simply fail. downright."

Under Arthur’s gaze, Oscar leaned against the car window and snored. He didn’t know if he should admire his mentality, or if he was so heart-spirited, he fell asleep under the multiplying pressure. Sleeping soundly. Next to Oscar was another familiar person.

  Seleu leaned against Oscar and looked down at the book in his hand.

   Unlike the curious and hyperactive Eve, Seleu was very quiet, as if everything around her could not affect her.

  Eve retracted his gaze and couldn't help but say.

   "Compared to his successor, I think he is looking for a nursing home for himself. The Stuarts have enough financial resources to allow Oscar to die comfortably."

  "Not only that, the Stuart family will also help Oscar to promote his work. Maybe after a while, the streets of the old town will be covered with posters of his new work." Arthur said.

   At this point, his expression was a little lost, and then he became serious.

   "...The premise is that we can grab the future from the hands of death."

   "So you don't need to care too much about the rules or something?"

  Eve thoughtfully.

  The carriage was full of familiar people. They existed in different positions and represented different forces. They were summoned together on this day and boarded the train leaving Old Dunling.

  Eve only felt that a heavy rain cloud was approaching, and her breathing became a little uncomfortable. She tried to remember, but realized in horror that she had no previous memories.

  She can't remember the memories before the ride.

  Eve's eyes looked straight at Arthur, and then slowly moved to other people, she began to discover the weirdness here.

  These people almost never appear together at the same time, but now they are on the same train, not to mention that Eve can’t remember her previous memories. She doesn’t even know how she got on the train.

   "Don't get excited, you are not attacked by demons."

  Arthur noticed the change in Eve's expression, and this change seemed to be expected by him.

   "I thought you would only notice these when you got off the car."

"what happened?"

"A meeting, a meeting involving many people," Arthur smiled and gently stroked Eve's forehead. "Don't worry, you will get used to the methods of scavengers in the future, but they will usually only be used in emergencies. Do it."

  Listening to Arthur's inexplicable words, Eve looked at the silent soldiers on the side, and she understood the whole story.

  "Antimemetic..."

   Eve whispered, these people were gathered by the scavengers, so what kind of meeting required them to do this.

  Suddenly the train stopped, it arrived at its destination, the door opened, and cold wind blew in.

Everyone remained silent, without any communication with each other, one by one stood up, and then left the carriage. When Eve walked out, several buildings rose up in the desolation, and on the farther sea, they stopped. With the huge ship, the crimson flag was flying on it.

  Eve has never seen such a huge ship, nor has he seen such a flag.

   Just as he was stunned, a burst of words with a strange accent rang out.

   "Oh, you guys are finally here, I thought I would have to wait a while."

  Eve looked in the direction of the voice and saw an elderly stranger, behind him there were more strangers.

  They wore the same red clothing as the flag, with shiny fish-scale armor inlaid on it. This was an armor Eve had never seen before, if it counted as an armor.

  The old man still had a simple long sword hung on his waist, and he carried an exquisite firearm behind his back. The equipment of other strangers was similar to his, but the decorations were different.

Eve's sluggishness has become more serious. Whether it is armor design or weapons, she has never seen it before, and it is rarely mentioned in books. When she saw the old man’s black eyes, she seemed to think of it. What's wrong, the memory buried by the dust shimmers.

   "Nine...Nine summer people?"

   "Yes, that's right."

  The old man is very easy-going and responds with a smile, but his Western language has a somewhat funny accent.

"Then, let's start the meeting. According to the information given by Mr. Holmes, we don't have much time left." The old man's smile converged and became as hard as iron. "What is there on your side? Ideas?"

"Yes, Mr. Holmes and I worked out a plan together. This may kill Roger Cruz and Adron Levien and destroy these two unstable factors in one fell swoop." Merlin walked out of the carriage. , Said directly.

   "What kind of plan?"

   "This has to start with the nature of our enemy. This is why the scavenger and Jiu Xia are involved together." Oscar spoke, standing beside him in the indifferent Seleu.

  There are many people involved in this project, not only the elimination of various departments of the agency, but also Inervig and Jiuxia.

  The people in the carriage were basically all down, squeezed into a pile on the platform, and became a group with the Jiu Xia group temporarily stationed here.

  "They are all sublimers, they can freely [interval] shuttle, read everyone's memory, coupled with their own powerful power, they are simply gods walking in the world."

   Oscar continued.

   "If you want to make a proper metaphor...they are like a group of readers."

  "Reader?"

  The old man was very interested when he heard what Oscar said.

"Yes, don't you think? We are all characters in the story. What we are doing is the advancing plot. We need to let the plot of the plot come to'we kill them', but unfortunately, Our enemy is the "reader", which means that they can read the story, see what we are doing in the book, read our mental activities accurately, and know everything we want to do.

So no matter what plan we have, it is meaningless in front of the reader’s power. He can listen to any one of us, our mental activities, and even say to replace us, check our past, and drive our body to proceed. future. "

  The old man fell silent. He rarely heard such an interesting metaphor, and because of this novel angle, he once again felt the terrible enemy.

   "So what should we do?"

  "Become someone outside of the story."

  The hoarse voice sounded, like a drunkard who has not yet awakened from a hangover. He stepped on heavy steps, and the last passenger staggered off the train.

   "It's very simple. If you jump out of this story and don't exist in this story, then readers won't be able to read this story, and won't know our intentions."

  His eyes are red, and it seems that in order to come up with this plan, he hasn't slept much for several days.

   "Outsiders."

   "An'outsider' who is not known by the enemy or by us, only appears at the most critical moment, changing the course of the entire operation."

   He raised his hand as he spoke, as if pinching a tiny piece of dust.

   "As long as you change a little bit, make changes in the key parts, an ordinary plan will become a hunting action."

   "So this is why we have to forget about this meeting? Even we ourselves shouldn't remember who the'outsiders' are." the old man asked.

   "Yes, a transcendence story, transcends everyone's cognition, an assassin hidden in the dark."

The old man looked at the scavengers behind the man, and he squinted at the soldiers behind him. The technology of the Jiu Xia people is completely different from that of Inervig. Compared with these industries, they are better at treacherous antimemes. , And this is why they are here at the moment.

   "No one can remember what they have forgotten... This plan is very risky. Once an outsider has a problem, we will go to the end, and there is no possibility of recovery."

  Because of understanding antimeme, the elderly understand the danger. If the plan is not corrected by outsiders, then it is doomed to fail.

   "I believe in outsiders."

  The man looked firm and looked at the old man together, and there was nothing in his gray-blue eyes.

  Stalemate for a while, the old man laughed.

  "To be able to return from the sea of ​​silence, to obtain such important information, to fill the history of mankind...This is simply a great feat, but it is a pity that it cannot be written into the book."

  The old man did not think for too long, stretched out his hand, and shook hands with the man.

   "Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes."

   "Me too, General Zuozhen."

  Lorenzo stared at the black-eyed stranger, raised his head, glanced over more black-eyed strangers, and finally stayed on the crimson banner.

   "We should soon forget each other." Lorenzo said with some regret.

   "It's okay," Zuo Zhen said, "We will meet for the first time in a few days."

  Lorenzo was startled, then smiled and nodded.

   "Yes, we meet for the first time."

  (End of this chapter)