Gun of Ashes

On the emaciated, withered arm, the muscles were taut, with greenish blood vessels distinctly protruding like vines coiling around a decrepit trunk.

Left Garrison gripped the Folding Blade, tainted with forbidden blood, even separated from the flesh, it remained highly active, corroding touched materials like strong acid.

The Folding Blade emitted a bubbling sound as Left Garrison shook it, scattering the bloodstains away.

”What kind of monster have you become, Roger Cruz?”

Left Garrison whispered, Roger’s strangeness exceeded their imagination, but then again, throughout these long years, the blood within him had continuously been refined and purified until it reached the pinnacle of Ascension.

Jiuxia often had such stories, some guys live too long and turn into monsters.

After all, humans will die, only monsters won’t.

Suddenly retreating, the clothes on his body showed signs of blood corrosion, raising his gun, Left Garrison fired after retreating from the range.

Bullets of rage were fired, the distance short, as expected, they hit Roger’s body but failed to penetrate, cold iron stuck inside his body, seemingly gripped by flesh, yet tens of kilograms of ammunition poured down the next moment.

Like blossoming flowers, in this dark underground, they shone with brilliant colors.

As Left Garrison withdrew from the attack range, Cai’s men hidden in shadows emerged, firing at Roger, countless flashes of gunfire illuminated and erupted, heavy bullets repeatedly collided, reverberating in the enclosed space.

Left Garrison coldly stared ahead, the dense gunfire made his eardrums ache, the constant bursts of flame illuminated his eyes.

He did not move, nor did he avert his gaze, solely staring ahead at Roger engulfed in firepower.

Amidst the stirred smoke and flames, Left Garrison found it difficult to observe Roger clearly, yet through the illuminated silhouettes, he could still see Roger’s distorted form.

Left Garrison achieved it, under Wangchuan’s influence, he smashed Roger’s heart with one strike, beheaded him with a single slash, logically enough to kill him, whether he was a Demon or a Demon Hunter.

Unless... unless before that, he used the Gap to invade and escape.

But that doesn’t matter, at least Left Garrison could slay Roger’s true form here.

Inhaling forcefully, he drew the tainted air into his lungs, bracing his heart and lungs, Left Garrison shouted.

”Don’t run away! Roger Cruz.”

Left Garrison’s expression was furious, his signature smile was gone, his aged skin layered together, beneath eyes filled with fiery rage, at a certain moment, he too seemed to transform into a monster like Roger.

”I traveled such a great distance, don’t let me down!”

Left Garrison injected a large amount of Flodren Potion into himself, casually dropping the emptied syringe.

Scarlet spread across his neck, and beneath the blood, excessive potion surged through his veins, continuously enhancing and sharpening his consciousness.

Left Garrison hadn’t seen the world this clearly in a long time, everything became incredibly vivid, the corrosion interference weakened, combined with the Anti-Meme’s blessing, he even felt immune to erosion.

Scarlet overflowed from the corners of his eyes, blood dripped from his nose, falling with the discarded syringe, shattering into powder on the ground.

This felt amazing, exhilarating.

Under the penetrating chill, life became remarkably vivid, like the contrast between light and shadow.

Gripping dual blades, the cold steel, carrying a deadly aura.

Left Garrison strode forward, and at that moment, the gunfire sonata ceased, followed by a terrifying release of erosion before his eyes, like a flood from a broken dam, rushing wildly in the narrow space, the sound of metal shattering endlessly, crown after crown of Holy Silver shattered.

Silver fragments fell from above like snow dust, stained with blood.

This didn’t affect Left Garrison, under many forces’ blessings, he was far stronger than anticipated, and his heart, since stepping in here... no, since leaving Jiuxia, had been ready.

The smoke gradually dissipated before his eyes, uncovering the hideous crimson shadow.

”Truly ugly.”

Left Garrison mocked.

Rather than saying it was human, it was more a monster imitating human form, scarlet flesh entwined around pale bones, shredded clothes hung between blood and bone, veins dangled like cables, organs exposed, squirming strongly, blood holes pierced by bullets continuously bleeding.

Left Garrison could see the knife wounds he inflicted, from the bone fractures, countless tiny appendages extended from the marrow, and bone proliferated at a speed visible to the eye, healing the wounds, reconnecting the fractures.

”I told you this wouldn’t kill you.”

Facing such a bizarre enemy, Left Garrison’s expression remained unperturbed, his knife-gripping hand steady like iron.

”Who are you?”

A hoarse voice, carrying winter-like chill.

The monster clutched its severed head, strands of red thread connected the head and stump, raised it up, like fixing machinery, pressed the head back, the scar around the wound rapidly healed, leaving only the blood spilling out.

Roger’s hair hung loose, his face veiled in shadow, yet his crazed eyes could still be faintly seen.