Gun of Ashes

A sinister shadow moved through the buildings, sharp claws scratching the walls, sinking deeply in, climbing over the barriers from the ground. The Peacekeepers noticed them and unleashed gunfire, taking down most of the Demons, but a few still breached the defenses.

The Soldiers and Anonymous began to retreat, trying to protect the citizens, but they were too slow, the stagnant water hindering their pace, and the Demons descended.

”Go back!”

The chief shouted, ordering a woman back into the building, but he had no time to evade, quickly drawing his gun and opening fire.

He desperately mustered his courage, facing death, the fire in his hand continuously illuminating the monstrous face of the Demon.

He saw bullets sparking crimson dots on the mutated flesh, but it didn’t stop the advancing Demon.

Going to die.

The chief thought this, but the next second his view suddenly changed, feeling a pain before being fiercely struck away, falling down the steps, in the stagnant water.

He awkwardly stood up, seeing a crimson figure taking his place where he had stood, like dancing, slashing at the Demon with a Folding Blade, each swing brought down large chunks of flesh, severing a head, piercing a heart amidst the Demon’s shrieks.

Eve was stained with warm blood, driving away much of her coldness, she gasped, looking at the chief, their eyes meeting at this moment.

”What a terrible reunion, Pres.”

Looking at the bedraggled man, Eve wasn’t sure if it was a trick of fate or something else; she smiled helplessly.

”You... know me?”

Pres looked at Eve; he didn’t recall knowing such a fierce person.

Eve didn’t continue speaking, seeing Pres had forgotten her, she wasn’t very surprised.

After the previous encounter with Demons, personnel involved from Suyalan Hall were sent to Black Mountain Hospital, under the effect of the Anti-Meme, forgetting their encounter with Demons, and conveniently forgetting much more.

She and Pres were people from two different worlds now, saying more would be pointless, seeing the other alive was already a great fortune.

Pres wanted to ask more, but the sound of footsteps echoed from the rain mist, Pres looked up and found during the time he’d focused on Eve, several more Demon corpses were present around him, and a stranger was wiping his blade, standing by the corpses.

Shao Liangxi noticed Pres’s gaze, she looked over and smiled.

”Jiuxia... Jiuxya person?”

Pres’s expression became numb.

”Buscalo?”

A woman’s slightly puzzled voice came, she stood on the steps, originally wanting to check if the chief was alright, but saw a familiar figure emerging from the rain mist.

Buscalo was covered in blood, holding a Hand Axe, as if he emerged from heaps of Dead, even his decadent demeanor was now full of killing intent.

But upon hearing the woman’s call, Buscalo’s surging killing intent suddenly halted, he looked at the woman, and stupidly hesitated for a few seconds before dropping the Hand Axe and staggered over.

”Well, I always advised him to stay single.”

Oscar leaned on a long sword, supported by Rod, the old fellow like a War God incarnate on this journey, slaying countless Demons.

”Never mind, can only bless this friend with once again entering the grave.”

Oscar said sourly.

It felt like a strange gathering, Pres slowly climbed to his feet, feeling he was rarely affected by emotions anymore, then hearing a piercing screech, a storm seemed to be gathering overhead.

Looking up, a flash of light streaked across the sky, falling into the endless blaze ahead, igniting even greater waves.