"It was a starry sky of brilliant colors, and the darkness around it faded in front of it...... They are entangled, the light slowly undulating and breathing, as if there is life......"

William whispered, as if he were reciting poetry, and his gaze began to blur.

"That's not a useful piece of information! William!"

Merlin yelled loudly, in his opinion it was just William's hallucination, although he also said something like intuition, but it was not reliable for William.

Yes, William's erosion was getting worse, he wasn't chanting, it was just a whimper from confusion.

"It's a lot like ...... It's like our nerve fibers. ”

William continued, like the gibberish of a madman.

"One star after another, their light joined together, bursting out with a majestic glow, creating a dazzling star cluster. ”

He slowly stretched out his hand, as if the cluster was right in front of his eyes.

"Here they are, here they are, here the stars. ”

William suddenly roared loudly, and he scrambled forward, but instead of a star, a white, delicate palm stained with blood gripped of the edge of the platform, and then dragged its broken wings up.

"It's beautiful......"

William paused, the angel's calm face reflected in his pupils, and in his sight it was a mass of stars that released light and heat, and these countless stars made up this brilliant starry sky.

"Come back! William!"

Merlin flung his knife and grabbed William's collar and dragged him backwards with all his might, swinging his knife and slamming it into the angel's iron feathers, bursting with sparks.

The figure stumbled, Merlin and William both fell to the ground, after all, Merlin is just a mortal, in terms of strength, he has no ability to resist the angel at all.

It climbed up completely, standing on the edge of the platform, the soldiers firing wildly, the thermite bombs baptizing its body again and again, molten iron flowing down its skin, the broken steel cutting through the flesh, and in an instant it was evenly spread over the angel's body, as if out of a burning furnace.

The angel waved his arm, and sharp spiral nails pierced out of his palm, shaking the molten iron and making a crimson splash.

Merlin only felt a scalding pain, the molten iron splattered on his legs, he struggled to get up, and dragged William back with all his might, the old guy was already unable to hold on, his consciousness was cloudy, his body was also distorted, and he slipped towards the abyss.

"Hold on, William!"

Merlin said as he gave William another shot of Florent's potion, and then a shadow enveloped him.

The broken angel lifted the spiral spike with a stiff movement, but no one questioned the power in it, Merlin had no time to dodge, and the soldiers' attacks were only temporarily hindered, unable to kill him at all.

The cliff of sanity begins to crumble, and under the threat of death, Merlin knows that all his desires and purposes will collapse.

He can't die here yet, neither he nor William can die here like this.

Merlin swung his knife angrily, he knew that his strength could not resist the angel, but he did not want to fall without resistance.

The folding knife collided with the spiral spike, and as expected, the force of the impact caused Merlin to lose sensation in the arm holding the knife, and then he felt a sharp pain, and the whole thing fell to the ground again as if he had lost support.

The spiral spike was not repulsed, and it fell in its original trajectory, first crushing Merlin's folding knife and then falling on his neck, a blow that could cut off the bones and flesh directly, and Merlin would surely die.

The pain came clearly from his neck, and Merlin could feel his flesh being torn apart, but soon the pain disappeared, and at such close range, the erosion smashed into his mind like a heavy hammer, and Merlin's consciousness became heavy, and countless hallucinations appeared in front of him.

"Merlin!"

Merlin woke up a little with a roar, and he jerked his head up, blood falling into his eyes.

Sharp metal pierced the angel's chest, Lorenzo grabbed the nail sword, slowly turned the hilt, and completely shattered the heart through it, and above, the angel's head had long since disappeared, and in the moment just now, Lorenzo dealt a fatal blow to it.

Drawing the nail sword, like pulling out the cork of a wine barrel, the blood gushed uncontrollably, and the angel's figure staggered before falling beneath the workshop, disappearing into the rising mist.

"Time is running out, Merlin, we're all going to die if we go on like this. ”

Lorenzo wiped the blood from his face and said solemnly.

The Workshop imprisons the angels here, and traps them inside, and the intensity of the erosion continues to increase, so that everyone will become demons.

"Their target is William...... At least in terms of priority, it's him, and if he dies, they may leave, or they may continue to fight us, but either way, it's better than now. ”

Lorenzo took a deep breath and looked to the bottom of the workshop, where he could see the sword dancers stirring the mist, marching like beasts of steel, the gunfire from the dome still blowing, and the lancers supporting the shrike.

It seems to have an advantage, but in fact, there is not much power left in the confrontation, Lorenzo looked at the platform around him, there were many soldiers who had fallen, they looked around nervously, maybe the next second his comrades around him would be alienated into another hideous demon.

"Give me some more time, Lorenzo. ”

Merlin dragged William up and said again, William was the closest person to the darkness, and the most likely person to see the secrets behind the Veil, Merlin didn't want to give it all up.

New thunder masses were excited out of thin air, they descended from the middle of the well wall, and under the scattered pitch black thunder, they instantly destroyed the surrounding materials, and some appeared directly on the lifting platform, and the entire platform was swallowed by countless thunder masses, leaving one huge burning notch after another, and then the broken metal began to fall, falling into the battlefield below.

What's worse is that those thunder groups that appeared in the crowd, the soldiers were captured by the mine groups before they had time to escape, the ball lightning easily tore apart the flesh and blood of one body after another, and what was even more strange was that there was no blood gushing out, all the blood was captured by another force before it could fall, split and dissipate, condensed in the center of the mine group, and cast a new body.

"I'll do my best, Merlin. ”

Lorenzo watched it all quietly, feeling a little stressed.

The dead angels have returned, and under the reshaped body, they are strong and powerful.

This time, Lorenzo was not directly involved in the fight, he stood on the edge of the platform and guarded Merlin, while his eyes were keenly watching.

"It's endless!"

Percival couldn't help but roar, from her position, she could directly observe the movement of the whole world, only to see one thunder mass after another, dense and full of battlefields.

All she could do was shoot the angels the moment they broke away from the thunder, while they were still fragile and had not yet begun to move, draining their strength as much as she could.

One by one, the light tracks fell on the angels, shattering the flesh and blood in a violent explosion.

William seemed to come back to his senses, and he watched it all with some amazement, these monsters had the form of a sacred, but like evil spirits, crawled out of the pit of the thick fog, and the light of the Holy Judgment fell from the heavenly dome, knocking them off one by one.

If William also had such a defensive force back then, maybe everything would be different, during the Red News incident, William couldn't do any reaction at all, although the laboratory was also protected by soldiers, but at that time their equipment was too different from now, the angels easily killed everyone, and put madness into everyone's consciousness.

Percival pulled the trigger again, but this time there was no roar in response. The bullets are empty.

As before, the Ranger's hand reached behind him, but this time it grabbed the empty space, only to see that the accumulated ammunition had been depleted, and only the empty iron box remained.

The entire workshop was sealed off after the experiment began, even the rails above, and although it was said to be used to transport goods, its space was enough for demons to invade the entire Perpetual Pump along the tracks.

"Oops. ”

Percival thought to himself.

This position is fairly safe, at the top of the workshop, the angels have not yet reached here, and now they are mostly concentrated in the bottom and middle positions.

"Ah...... Really!"

Percival thought for a moment, then made a decision, discarding her heavy spear and drawing a warblade from the erected rack of weapons, which was not as large as the sword dancer's blade, so it could be held in her hand without the need for a device connection.

The lancer leapt from the platform as the fuel canister on its body began to burn, and a raging fire erupted from the back of the armor.

This height fell directly, even without the siege of angels, with the strength of the third generation of armor, it would fall half to death, but it was not quite what was expected, the light cavalry crashed directly into the edge of the well wall, and with the huge thrust of the fuel canister, it galloped down around the well wall, and swung its sword in this march.

Percival's melee handling is obviously not as good as the Shrike, but it may also have something to do with the armor category, with the Lancer itself positioned as a self-propelled gun launcher with some high mobility, and the Sword Dancer being a charging warrior.

The lancers did not slash many enemies with their blades as they slid down, but instead knocked over many angels who escaped from the thunder regiment with their sturdy self.

"Not bad!"

Percival said cheerfully, it felt like she was sailing a boat, and she violently overturned one guy after another who stood in her way.

"Be careful! Percival!"

Amid the laughter, the shrike shouted.

"How...... Done?"

Percival looked to the side, and before she could get an answer, she knew what was happening.

At first, it was a pitch-black origin, it fell on the side of the lancer, at this moment the lancer was moving fast, the fuel tank behind him was burning, it can be said that the lancer only needed less than a second to cross this pitch-black origin, but the origin multiplied much faster than expected.

In an instant, the pitch-black origin expanded into a surging thunderball, the solid external armor and armor all collapsed in an instant, and the blazing white light reflected Percival's face, so closely, she could see the appearance of this thunderball clearly, it was not pure pitch black, there was a blazing white glimmer in the abyss, but it was too faint, only in this way could a corner of the mortal distance be glimpsed.

In the shimmer of light there was an endless stream of dust that gathered together, piecing together holy shells, first bones and flesh, then skin, and then crumbling lancers, the metal shells shattering to reveal the cables and central frames beneath them, which were constantly dismantled and disintegrated.

Percival saw that the white skeleton was covered with flesh and blood, and after filling the abominable skeleton, under the agitation of flesh and blood, a pair of godless eyes opened from the dark thunder and looked at him.

The face began to turn hideous, and finally turned into an absolute nightmare.

The intense erosion descended on Percival's consciousness at close range, and at this critical moment, the sword dancer severed the spearman's body and freed it from the devouring of the thunderball.

Shattered steel fell from the air, fuel canisters burning on its body, and when it fell to the bottom, it set off an explosion of fireworks that dispersed the thick mist.

"Still alive? Percival!"

The Sword Dancer quickly retreated after a single blow, and with the scars left by the angels, the smooth walls of the well became pitted, giving the Sword Dancer room to move with his strength.

"Alive...... But probably to no avail. ”

Percival's groans rang out, and the sword dancer's breastplate was hung with a bloodied Percival, and at the critical moment, the sword dancer slashed down along the wound caused by the thunder mass, separating the two, and pulling Percival out of it.

This brutality caused Percival a lot of wounds, she had multiple wounds from steel, as if she had been slashed by a sword blade, and there were some broken infusion tubes and electrodes hanging from her body, but these were not the worst, the worst was Percival's flank.

The moment the thunder appeared, it not only swallowed the steel, but also the flesh and blood beneath the steel, probably thanks to the rapid advance of the fuel canister, if Percival had been slow for a moment, perhaps her torso would have been completely swallowed by the thunder ball by now, and now the shrike had only rescued half of her body.

The flesh on his flank, along with the cloth, was completely gone, and the wound was huge, and Percival endured the pain, grasping firmly on the sword dancer's breastplate with one hand and covering his own wound with the other, so that no internal organs would leak out.

"Take care of her. ”

The Sword Dancer landed on a nearby platform and lowered Percival down.

"Ah, am I too unlucky? I've been doing well before, but I've lost half my life every time I act. ”

The paramedics surrounded Percival, and she looked up as if she didn't feel the fear of death.

"Probably......"

Shrike shook his head as he spoke, and the sword dancer looked down, the rout of the line was irreversible as the lancers fell...... In fact, there is no possibility of reversal in the first place, and everything done is only to delay the arrival of failure.

"That's terrible...... What the hell are we fighting against......"

Sobering up from the fury of battle, the shrike felt nothing but a chill down his spine.

The undead have returned, and they have never really died, only these ridiculous mortals.

"Thirteen ......"

Then Lorenzo whispered, standing on the edge of the platform, as if he was about to fall in the next moment.

From beginning to end, no matter how many kills and how many return, the angels always remain at thirteen, that is to say, the will that now comes here, there are only these thirteen, which makes Lorenzo think a lot, thinking about the long past, when in the dry well, there were far more than these thirteen angels fighting with the Shang Dafeng Demon Hunters, and it was the same when they were in the port of Maruri, their number was far more than these, but now only these are the only ones who appear here.

Why is this the only one? Is it because we don't have enough information thresholds to have a higher priority?

Or is it ...... Something else has crossed the fence and is far more prioritized than we are, causing more angels to clear them?

If that's the case, then what are those things?

Hungry wolves......

Lorenzo thought and jumped off.