A new era has arrived, and the rolling wheels have ruthlessly run over everything of the old era.

There seemed to be a thousand birds screaming, and they gathered into a huge cloud and flew over the lower city.

It was the sound of iron whistles, which the soldiers blew with great force, their iron boots slamming against the damp ground, and taking over every street and square with the command of the sound.

The purification of the dungeon had entered the final stage, and tons of fire oil were poured into the different entrances, and the fire was raging, and under this fire the fire thundered one after another.

Endless black shadows rushed across the fire, with an inextricable murmur and wail, as if no matter how many flames and bullets were poured in, they would always return from that dark nightmare.

"Fuel up!"

So the shrike shouted loudly, the pitch-black steam tram flipped its armor, and rows of torches welded together opened fire with great power.

The robin whispered a prayer of blessing, and the muffled voice rang out in everyone's communicator, and as the sound spread, there were occasional screeching sirens from the soldiers' bodies, at which point the shrike would skillfully raise his gun and shoot the tranquilizer at them.

It is also a product of the mechanical institute, where electrodes are buried under the flesh and blood, and the direct current can stimulate the brain center, which is generally used for mental illness, but under the transformation of the purification mechanism, this has become an insurance for people to fight against demons.

When the soldier is polluted by the nerve to a certain extent, the electrodes will discharge to forcibly interrupt this madness, on the one hand, to make the soldier wake up in this crisis, and on the other hand, there is the interference of the electrodes, if the soldier really falls into madness, it is convenient for the shrike to kill.

This is a dispute that has existed since the old times, with blood and pain, and it is clear that all the purification mechanisms tonight are at their best, but there is still a reduction in personnel under this continuous interception.

Blood flowed down the fiery barrels, and most of the soldiers' mouths had already been shattered by the recoil of the bullets, and even with the protection of gloves, all of them were in a state of constant decline.

Finally, at some point, the value of the Geiger counter finally stabilized, indicating that the demons in the dungeon had stopped changing, or that Galahad had killed it.

Therefore, the dull sound of footsteps sounded in the raging fire.

"It's Galahad!"

The robin said with some joy that it was an act of going deep into hell, and every time he returned, he was blessed with great blessings.

As he spoke, he wanted to go forward to greet him, but he was stopped by Shrike, and he asked the communicator with a complicated look in his eyes under the mask.

"Galahad, I need to make sure you're conscious, say something!

The silver-white barrel pointed directly at the figure in the sea of fire, and his fingers were pressed on the trigger, this time it was not a narcotic bullet, but a live bullet of iron and gunpowder

"What are you doing!

Seeing that the shrike looked like this, the robin was a little angry, and the shrike replied fiercely.

"Here's the process! Galahad! Answer me!"

He roared again into the communicator, but there was nothing but the occasional sound of electricity, as calm as the Dead Sea.

Answer quickly!

There was more anxiety in Shrike's heart than ever before, and Galahad still had time, and he still had time to answer.

As long as he answered now, as long as there was a voice from the communicator, even if it was a vague word, but in the end there was nothing, and the last reserved time was over, and the eyes of the shrike were full of sorrow.

It was the feeling of sinking into a sea of ice, obviously the blazing sea of fire had already soaked his clothes with the sweat of the shrike, but he still felt a cold that he had never felt before, after a short silence the shrike seemed to have made some decision, the complexity in his eyes was no longer there, only the cold like steel.

"All members were informed that Galahad had been neurologically contaminated and had fallen into madness, and was now listed as a hostile target, with the command of Shrike temporarily in his place. ”

Shrike roared at the communicator, and then fired at the figure in the sea of fire, the silvery muzzle burst out with a thunderous sound, and the projectile spun and hit the figure in the sea of fire, but it was like a stone falling into the water, only a faint ripple.

"Three teams, four teams, fire to suppress Galahad!"

The words were weak, and the figures in the sea of fire were covered by a dense rain of bullets, and before they knew it, everyone evacuated from the surrounding area, and their existence was only a meaningless death in the face of the out-of-control Galahad.

"As I said, that thing is an ominous incarnation, and there is a price to pay for using that kind of thing!"

Shrike shouted and ran towards the iron snake behind him, the robin was completely frozen, he had no idea that Galahad, who had just been a comrade, would become an enemy in this instant.

A hoarse roar erupted, as if to release the great pain, and then the burning eyes looked here.

"Don't do it! We've got to kill him! Once Galahad is out of control, he'll become an even more dangerous demon!"

Behind him, the shrike roared at the robin, but it was too late, the robin only felt an oncoming foehn wind, and years of instinct made him draw the blade in his hand in an instant, but before it was completely unsheathed, the sound of metal shattering sounded in his ears.

The shattered blade shattered the robin's mask, blood staining his vision red, and the sharp blade pierced his chest.

It was a fiery breath, like a terrifying monster breathing before its own eyes.

The black iron armor covered the body of the man in front of him, it was obviously a piece of armor, but they were like life, the scarlet muscles between the gaps connected the strange metal like fabric, and the sharp armor pieces floated slightly like breathing plants, as if they were foreign objects that had grown from breaking through Galahad's body.

His body was stained with oil, and his fury rose like a demon in mythology.

"Galahad!"

The robin tried to call out to the lost humanity, but there was only endless darkness in the pupils, not a trace of light, like an abyss.

This reminded the robin of a quote he had read in a book, which was widely circulated.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is staring at you.

The robin smiled ugly, and he remembered that he had read it when he was in college, and that it was common for everyone to pretend to be knowledgeable, but what many people didn't know was that there was the first half of the sentence.

Those who fight monsters should beware of turning into monsters.

The sharp blade of the sword was jerked up, and the robin's body flew high like a kite off the string and then fell weakly.

......

"I'll just say that thing isn't reliable!"

The angry words were full of self-reproach, if I had stopped it at the time, this would not have happened. The sound of steel cracking sounded, and there was no need to look at it, for the shrike knew the results of the robin very well.

In order to fight the demons, human beings have learned too much forbidden knowledge, and it is like Pandora's box, which is an ominous incarnation from the time it appears, and when it is opened, all that can be obtained is endless calamity and that glimmer of hope.

Humanity has relied on that glimmer of hope to fight the demons until now, and Galahad is undoubtedly the product of that calamity.

"Let the Praetorian Guards take over the defenses!

Shrike roared as he ran, leaping over the obstacles and landing on top of the Iron Serpent, a hardened version of the Mechanic's body, stronger than expected to transport the weapons.

With the sound of the fierce wind ringing in his ears, Shrike slid the shovel under the car with all his might, and then the sharp black sword pierced through the solid body of the car, deeply embedded in the earth.

"Galahad!"

Standing on top of the carriage, Shrike shouted to his old friend wrapped in pitch black, the figure drawing its blade in the flames, not holding it, but scarlet musculature connecting it to his arm.

It wasn't a blade, just a part of the eerily extended iron armor, and the blade-like scales spread out from his elbow like wings, spreading its dark wings in the fire with the sound of steel grinding.

So abominable and holy, like a black angel coming out of the Gospels.