A brand new era has arrived, and the rolling wheels ruthlessly crush everything of the old era.
It seemed as if tens of millions of birds were screaming, gathering into a huge cloud-like cluster, flying and dancing in the sky above the lower city.
It was the sound of iron whistles that came one after another. The soldiers blew them hard, their iron boots pounded the wet ground, and they occupied every street and square following the instructions of the sound.
The purification of the underground palace has entered the final stage. Tons of kerosene are poured in from different entrances. Fire is burning all over the sky, and underneath it, muskets are emitting sharp thunders one after another.
Endless black shadows rushed towards them from the other end of the sea of fire, with inescapable whispers and wails, as if no matter how much fire and bullets were poured into them, they would always return from that dark nightmare.
"Increase the firepower!"
Shrike shouted loudly, and the black steam train flipped up its armor, and rows of welded muskets opened fire with great power.
The robin whispered a blessing prayer, and the low voice sounded in everyone's communicator. As the sound spread, from time to time, shrill alarms sounded from the soldiers' bodies. At this time, the Shrike would skillfully raise his gun and shoot tranquilizer bullets at them.
That was also a product from the Institute of Mechanical Engineering. Electrodes were buried under the flesh and blood, and the direct electric current could stimulate the brain center. It was generally used for mental illness, but with the transformation of the Purification Agency, it became an insurance for people to fight against demons.
When the soldier's nerve pollution reaches a certain level, the electrodes will discharge to forcibly interrupt this madness. On the one hand, it is to allow the soldier to wake up in this crisis. On the other hand, the interference of the electrodes will make it easier for Shrike to kill the soldier if he really falls into madness.
This was a dispute that had existed since the old days, with blood and pain. Although all the cleansing agencies were in the best position tonight, they still suffered casualties due to the continuous interceptions.
Blood flowed down the hot gun barrels. The knuckles of most soldiers had already been cracked by the recoil of the bullets. Even with the protection of gloves, everyone's condition was constantly deteriorating.
Finally, at a certain moment, the value of the Geiger counter finally stabilized, which meant that the demon in the underground palace had stopped changing, or Galahad had killed it.
Therefore, dull footsteps were heard in the blazing sea of fire.
"It's Galahad!"
The robin said with some joy that it was an act of going deep into hell, and every return was accompanied by great blessings.
As he said this, he wanted to go forward to greet him but was stopped by Shrike. He saw a complicated expression in the eyes under the mask and questioned into the communicator.
"Galahad, I need to make sure you are of sound mind. Say something! Quick!"
The silver-white gun barrel was pointing directly at the figure in the sea of fire, and the finger was firmly on the trigger. This time, the bullet fired was not a anesthetic bullet, but a real bullet made of iron and gunpowder.
"What are you doing! Shrike!"
The robin got a little angry when he saw the Shrike's look, and the Shrike replied fiercely.
"This is the procedure! Galahad! Answer me!"
He roared into the communicator once again, but apart from the occasional sound of electricity, there was nothing else, as calm as the Dead Sea.