This was destined to be a moonless night. In the pitch-black world, the only thing left was the beam of light cast by the airship. It was like the only isolated island in the dark ocean, cut off from the world and left with only a life-and-death battle with madness.
The battle has begun, with countless gunshots mixed with rising flames in the darkness.
The arsonists began to work. Dozens of flamethrowers gathered into a wall of flames. In essence, it sprayed not only flames, but also ignited kerosene. Neat bullets pierced through the flames and penetrated the creature in the darkness.
Through the thick lens, one could only see countless figures struggling in the sea of fire, their flesh and blood burned to charcoal. They rushed out of the line of fire with bloodthirsty desires, but were then pierced by bullets and fell powerlessly.
The soldiers wore disinfection masks, and heavy breathing sounds could be heard from under the filter tanks of the masks. Everyone instinctively avoided the dead figures. Black ashes rose with the night breeze and fell on the fireproof clothing, leaving black spots.
"Notify the scavengers that we will need a large-scale cleanup after tonight."
Looking at the slightly hot ashes in his hands, his emotions slightly rose, but soon subsided, and Galahad waved his hand to shake them off.
"It's already in progress. Before the operation, the Mechanical Institute had already poured fifty tons of neutralizing liquid into the furnace pillar. After a day of steam emission, the chemicals should be accumulated in the clouds. In a few hours, there will be a small-scale artificial rainfall here. The rainwater mixed with chemicals will purify and neutralize all the residues."
As Shrike spoke, he took a few steps back. He didn't want to be touched by the residue.
This is the weirdness of demons. Anything related to them, even the ashes after death, will bring negative effects. Every time Shrike completes a task related to demons, he will have nightmares for several days.
According to the Geiger counter, it was only the appetizer, and the most intense battle was still to come. Bullet shells were rolling around, and there was ashes and dust everywhere.
Looking to the side, Shrike looked at the arriving man with interest, as if he did not expect him to appear here.
"You're late Robin."
As the iron snake came to a complete stop, Galahad spoke bluntly as he looked at the man who walked out of the thick steam.
"We haven't dealt with anomalies inside Old Dunling for a long time. In order to ensure sufficient firepower, it took a long time to transport that thing onto the vehicle."
The robin explained himself. He looked like a devout believer, with an iron cross hanging on his black cloak. Following his finger, Galahad looked in the direction of the steam.
It was another iron snake, completely wrapped in steam, revealing its sharp corner as the evening breeze blew by.
"We urgently summoned it from the weapons depot. I heard it was processed by the Mechanical Institute. It should be perfect for use against that kind of inhuman creature."
As the robin spoke, the object was fully revealed to everyone. It was an exquisitely crafted smoothbore cannon with flower-branch textures painted on the black barrel with paint mixed with gold powder. If it weren't for the box of shells placed next to it, it might have been placed in an art gallery.
People from the Mechanical Academy are always like this, creating dangerous weapons while also adding artistic processing to them.