They are like a herd of incomprehensible monsters, sleeping in the dark, feeding on the cursed knowledge, on information that mortals should not know, and similarly, they will selectively hunt for different thresholds of information, prioritizing the lambs who go deep beyond the fence.

The firelight reflected the cold faces of the angels, like the divine wars in religious murals, and the sharp iron feathers continued to unfold, and the sharp edges were like a thousand swords.

Hearing Lorenzo's roar, Merlin's movements froze, and he looked around, only to see that the angels were all leaning towards this place, and their target was William.

"Stop them! buy me time!"

Merlin shouted as he drew his folding knife, which glowed with a cold chill.

It's not enough, it's not enough.

Merlin's eyes were red, he rarely showed this crazy side, like an angry warrior.

William's information was not enough, it was far from satisfying Merlin's almost greedy thirst for knowledge, he wanted to know more, even in the face of a strange enemy like the angel, he was fearless.

The cliff of reason shook slightly, and Merlin couldn't tell whether he was for the continuation of humanity, the fight against demons, or the pursuit of the truth that alchemists craved.

What he knew now was that William couldn't die yet, at least he should bring more useful information before he died.

With the fireworks and gunfire, the entire workshop has become a small battlefield, but this is not a good metaphor, it is now a dueling arena, and only one side can survive this endless battle.

"Damn, is there any other fire support?"

Seeing this, Lorenzo shouted to the others.

Merlin is right, he is indeed very powerful alone, if Lorenzo is the only one in the workshop to face these angels, although it is a bit difficult, he is confident to overturn them, but now there is not only him in the workshop, but also these guys who need to be protected.

"Fire support is coming!"

A cheerful voice rang out, and Percival's mind jumped, making it impossible for the others to figure out what she was doing.

The lancer stood on a high platform, and the ammunition in the bullet nest was quickly exhausted, but behind the third generation of armor was a pile of ammunition boxes, which was the positioning of the rangers, in the design idea, it would be a long-range support armor with a certain mobility ability, and now it was like a turret, pouring fire towards the battlefield below, but unfortunately Merlin and others were still among them, and Percival needed to control the fire.

The roar of gunfire continued one after another, and after each roar, a dark red trail could be seen passing by, and then the heavy steel smashed into the angel's body, and the shattered shrapnel sliced them to pieces.

The soldiers fought together, and after the lancers' fire, they opened fire on the wounded angels, a dense stream of high-temperature thermite shells that further cornered them, and some of the angels were able to break out of the siege, but what awaited them was Lorenzo's icy spiked sword.

Lorenzo quickly made his way through the workshop, leaving the main output to the original sin armor and soldiers, and all Lorenzo had to do was deliver a fatal blow to the angels.

The nail sword flickered, piercing through body after body, and they fell limply, the void will dissipating from the shattered shell, waiting to return again.

"Here it is! Merlin!"

The sword dancer tore a path with the two great blades, and the shrike shouted to Merlin, and at the end of the road, the lifting platform placed on the wall of the well began to slowly fall, and the shrike needed Merlin to move them.

The bottom of the workshop has become the main battlefield of the melee, and above the vertical wall of the workshop, there are many lifting platforms that can be used as shelter, which can not only protect Merlin and the others, but also allow the original sin armor to free their hands and feet to output firepower.

The armor fire bolts fired one after another, outlining the path of dragon's breath on the ground, and the angels on it were crushed by the impact and heat, and their bodies began to carbonize and die, but more flesh proliferated at the wounds, continuing the deadly shell.

But this gave the shrike some time to pursue, and while they were still recovering their bodies, the giant blades danced, slashing and slashing with them to pick up large swaths of flesh.

Fighting like this, although the current situation is very bad, we must always carry the status quo through it, so that we can have more time to think about other things.

As he thought so, a piercing crash sounded, and a pair of white wings spread out behind the sword dancer, and the angel seemed to embrace it, the wings closed, and the strong and sharp edges cut the sword dancer like a thousand swords, and the sharp sounds and sparks continued.

It was as if a monster had bitten the Sword Dancer, and it closed its mouth hard, its sharp fangs biting it to pieces, but fortunately the Sword Dancer was equipped with external armor, and the blow was not enough to do much damage, and the shrike tried to resist, but more angels gathered, and together with the alienated demons, there were as many as ant colonies.

At the moment when the angel came, a huge erosion came, and the soldiers close to the thunder group lost their minds under the high-intensity erosion of the moment and became the demons they are today, and this erosion is still spreading, and the value is increasing with time.

"Get out of here!"

Beroe rebuked, and he tried to break free, but was encased in more wings, which kept cutting through the armor, and the ear-ringing screams continued, as if a demon was wailing in his ears.

The constant gunfire from the dome overturned angel after angel like a hammer, but it obviously didn't help the shrike much.

Little by little, the dense wings completely enveloped it, a scene that even Lorenzo didn't know what to do, they formed a fortress of wings, but the next moment a blazing golden flame ignited in the gaps of the wings.

A scorching flame rose in the deep darkness, and with a roaring explosion, the angels were shaken apart by the impact of the explosion, and the blazing heat erupted from the sword dancer, spreading rapidly in all directions.

A heat wave swept through the bottom of the workshop, and in this almost confined space, everyone could feel the pressure on their breath, and in the burning fire, the sword dancer who was almost red-hot strode out, and the two giant blades still had the blood stains left by the fight, but the blood was soon evaporated by the heat.

There was blood and fear in the air.

Shrike gasped for breath, and at the last moment he activated the Sword Dancer's fuel canister, which was supposed to be added to compensate for mobility, but after being detonated by Shrike, the lacquer antimony in it completely burned out, successfully saving Shrike from his predicament, and the heat also caused great damage to the Sword Dancer.

One by one, the scarred outer armor fell off, and the sword dancer swayed like a wounded swordsman.

"Get out of the way!"

A voice rang out from the dome, and Percival replaced his firearm, an oddly shaped weapon, like a large harpoon.

Hearing the voice, the shrike did not hesitate to evacuate, and the sword dancers ran wildly towards the edge of the workshop, and during the time they were besieged by the angels, the shrike managed to buy Merlin time to take refuge.

The platform carrying Merlin and the medics slowly rose, and the soldiers took up the other platforms, constructing one fire point after another, and now the bottom of the workshop could be covered with fire at will.

The sword dancer leaped to his feet, and the giant blade slashed into the gap in the wall of the well, which was a gap caused by the thunder mass when the angel descended, as if there was a divine power acting on it, the edge of the metal was extremely smooth, and so was the metal structure inside, and the thunder group completely annihilated everything it touched.

"Beware of avoidance!"

Percival's warning sounded, and with it came a rain of fire.

The lancer pulled the trigger, and from the harpoon shot a delicate iron spear, which began to crack as it galloped, golden light emerging from the cracks in the metal before being completely dispersed into burning steel.

It wasn't a harpoon, it was a forged spear.

With the Lancer as a carrier, some envisaged weapons were also given the opportunity to experiment, such as the Forged Spear as a large ammunition that could be fired quickly and repeatedly through a launcher, which was more accurate than the Armor Gun, and had greater lethality and range, with the only drawback being that it was not as portable as the Armor Firegun.

Fragments of half-melted steel rained down like arrows, and only a crack of metal was heard, as if nailed, and one by one they were nailed into the ground, piercing and burning the shells of angels.

In the blink of an eye, the bottom of the workshop turned into a sea of fire, the fire was fierce, but it was blocked by the gate, and everything was sealed inside the workshop.

This was a successful suppression of firepower, and under the continuous fire of the lancers, the powerful angel had to temporarily surrender to the sea of fire, but this did not mean that the advantage was achieved, and the monster was rolling in the sea of fire, but the most feared thing about this monster was not the fangs and claws.

Fear, the feeling of fear is their most powerful weapon, and the erosion still hangs over the workshop, and all are in a kind of slow death.

"Pour the neutralizer!"

A new order was given, and a torrential rain fell from above the dome.

Lorenzo held his nail sword and hung on the wall of the well, he looked at the heavy rain falling and the sea of fire that was gradually being extinguished, he didn't know how much the neutralizing liquid would do, but as long as it could slow down the erosion for even a second, it would be an advantage for the human side.

Above the dome, through the thick explosion-proof glass, Arthur looked solemnly at the already messy workshop.

After the angel descended, all communication was rendered useless due to the corrosive force, and from then on Arthur lost contact with the workshop, and he could only watch it all as if he were a spectator.

It's not like he can't do nothing, though.

"The scavenger troops are ready, and if they can hold on, we will be responsible for clearing the battlefield, and if they fail, we will go up. ”

Galahad said on the side, his expression the same as Arthur's, and there was a slight fear in his solemnity.

Outside the steel gates of the workshop, the silent scavengers were already ready, weapons in hand, and they existed as a second line of defense.

Everyone was silent, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

Inside the workshop was a different scene, as the neutralizing liquid was poured, a thick mist rose from the extinguishing fire, covering almost the entire bottom of the workshop, and it was at this time that the sword dancer broke off the wall of the well and fell into the bottom again.

Lorenzo marched with it, and aside from the fact that he didn't have a giant blade like a sword dancer, Lorenzo felt that his abilities were not much worse than those of a sword dancer.

The fog was torn apart, and the angels rushed out again as the two fell, most of their bodies covered with wounds, some of them losing some limbs, and some of them were beginning to struggle to maintain their form, but they still stubbornly attacked, and they carried out their orders as faithfully as machines.

The figures were staggered, dancing in the thick fog, bringing up a large smear of blood.

Gunfire from the soldiers also cut through the fog, and flaming thermite bullets streaked across the crimson trails and staggered over the angels.

Merlin glanced down on the platform, although the angel was now in a state of suppression, he knew very well that such an advantage would not last long, and everyone present, except for Lorenzo, was sliding into the dark abyss as time went by, in this high-intensity erosion environment.

The most important thing is that it is currently in a kind of attrition war, the angels are only dead shells, but the soldiers are really dead when they die, even the original sin armor can't last long under this intensity of combat, after all, the three generations of armor that are now put into use are lost, and without the demon flesh and blood as the main component, they themselves have lost a kind of "self-healing" ability.

"So you're going to have to die, William. ”

Merlin said with some disappointment, seeing that some of the angels had escaped the shrike and Lorenzo's hunt, and had dodged the successive gunfires, clinging to the wall of the well, their broken wings swaying weakly, until another shot from above had smashed it into a bloody blur and plunged into the mist and embers.

Turning his head, William was standing in a daze, he looked at all this in front of him, the huge mechanical knights were fighting against the angels, weapons far beyond his imagination were constantly firing, once he lost everything without resistance under the wings of the angels, and now, many years later, the fireworks of industry have been able to suppress this so-called mystery for a short time.

It's a hard emotion to put into words, his time has been stolen too much, and William's life is coming to an end, but for some reason, this time he doesn't feel much fear.

"Starry sky......" he said.

"What?" Merlin walked briskly, and now William's every word would be firmly remembered by him, "What starry sky?"

"I don't know if that counts as intelligence, but during this time of my madness, when I was trapped in what was called a gap...... I can sometimes see a starry sky, probably intuitively, and I think it's something important. ”

William said slowly.

"A magnificent starry sky, with countless stars and colorful colors, like a master's painting. ”