Gun of Ashes

How many people are there in the Lower City District? Perhaps no one knows.

This place is like a refuse bin that accepts all, filled with criminals and thugs, as well as some mysterious strangers, and more indefinable sorts.

Now, the outbreak of demons, like a thunderclap, has lifted the stone teeming with poisonous reptiles, exposing everyone to fear.

The soldiers guarded the key routes, sealing off the entire area. Then the fully armed Peacekeepers arrived at the battlefield, hoisting heavy, massive firearms, firing harpoon-like bullets, pinning demons one by one to the ground.

Blood and corpses cover the ground, and everywhere there are screams and wails.

Some soldiers are slightly shaken under this grotesque horror, while others gaze at the blood-red river, remembering a day many years ago.

On a day in the past, the Thames River was stained red just like today. People called it the Red River Tragedy.

And now, as if by fate or some cyclical destiny filled with mystical words, many did not expect that the main culprit of the Red River Tragedy had reappeared here, continuing to create rivers of blood.

The Purification Mechanism contained the spread of the disaster, and with the Demon Hunters and Anonymous joining the fray, a counterattack on the battlefield began.

All of this happened too swiftly; no one expected the strongest force of the Purification Mechanism to be at this outbreak point. Scorching white flames rolled in, evaporating the cold pools of water, turning them into thick mist, but soon, they were slashed apart by cold blades, scattering into pieces.

”Advance cautiously, the enemy is near!”

Lorenzo commanded the others, able to corrode so many people in an instant and ignite the demon tide. Besides the two Ascended beings, Lorenzo could think of no one else.

Red Falcon and Eve responded with gunfire. Fortunately, the underground outpost held enough firepower to let them maintain control of this area.

As a natural-born Ranger, with increasing work experience, Eve began to showcase her potential. She stood steadily at a high point, setting up her long gun, precisely shooting down any demon daring to expose themselves in her sight. Even if demons got close, she remained unperturbed, almost to the point of ignoring them.

Only when demons approached closely enough would she suddenly release her gun grip, draw her Folding Blade from her waist, and viciously slice along the vulnerable throat, killing in one strike, then kicking the spasming body off the high ground.

From afar, Lorenzo watched it all. He began to understand why Arthur had started to invest heavily in training Eve. Everyone was growing with the passage of time; no one remained in place.

The gunfire continued; this place turned into a stronghold, shooting at demons appearing from various corners.

Due to the chaotic distortions of the Lower City District, no one knew how many tunnels lay hidden in the shadows, nor where these tunnels led. Demons increased in number; their incursion spread like a rapid virus, leaving corpses everywhere, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Even the most vicious criminals couldn’t help but tremble with fear at the infernal scene; minutes ago, it was just a desolate slum, but now it’s turned into a scarlet slaughterhouse.

They clutched their crude firearms, thinking they were safe enough, but the invisible erosion still pierced through layers of walls, ravaging their sanity until someone broke down, thrusting the gun barrel into their mouth.

Pull the trigger.

The gunshot resounded with splattered flesh and scarlet, like the starting pistol of a race, marking the beginning of a frenzied prologue.

But soon, a blazing white sun slowly rose in the fearful pupils.

Though Winter was nearing, in an instant, it felt as though it had reached midsummer. The scorching firelight evaporated the water mixed with blood; the muddy ground began to dry, covered with cracks.

Lorenzo, wielding the Staff Sword whose tip was red-hot, walked across the earth, casually striking to easily slash through the flesh of demons.

The searing residual heat spread along the wounded cleavages, causing the flesh on the surface to carbonize into black, then crumble like dust.

Lorenzo, like a Death God, any demon stepping within the range of his blazing sun was obliterated in an instant. Yet despite possessing such formidable power, Lorenzo did not attack recklessly. He advanced cautiously, wary of enemies lurking in the shadows.

High profile as he was, he burned away the demons exposed in the streets.

Beside him, more gunfire erupted. Shao Liangye was firing as he ran, the Anti-Meme Bullets precisely hitting the demons’ bodies, each bullet seemingly carrying a vile curse, taking effect the moment it struck a demon.

Some demons lost their ability to move first, others lost their vision, blindly roaring, but soon more live ammunition hit them, blasting their bodies into gruesome chunks.

Shao Liangye drew the demons’ attention, while Shao Liangxi stood not far from him, providing covering fire.

This somewhat unserious girl, when facing demons, also demonstrated her professionalism. Her shooting was precise, and she was perfectly in sync with Shao Liangye. As soon as Shao Liangye hit a demon with an Anti-Meme Bullet, Shao Liangxi’s live ammunition would follow up immediately, completely destroying the enemy.

This was the tacit understanding gained from years of working together. Even in Jiuxia, where Anti-Meme technology was advanced, Anti-Meme Bullets were still considered a relatively important resource. Thus, to conserve ammunition to a certain extent, the Anonymous typically carried both Anti-Meme and regular bullets, suppressing demons with Anti-Meme first, then finishing them off with regular bullets.