In the thick and deep darkness, the Morning Advance was moving forward alone.
In the extremely long darkness, everyone who exists here is being tested and tortured in their hearts. Some people can no longer be strong and can only sink into the darkness, while others become crazy because of rage, roaring and destroying all their enemies.
Blue Jade nervously leaned aside to make way for the Shrike's trajectory. The bullet passed by her side, causing an explosion of fire. The metals collided with each other, destroying the demon's body inch by inch, until it turned into a sticky mixture of minced meat and dirty blood, evenly covering the ground.
Witnessing the hell of flesh and blood, Shrike reloaded his gun and fired again, repeatedly pulling the trigger. The loud bell sounds overlapped and took away everyone's hearing.
Even so, the demons still did not retreat. They were wearing uniforms familiar to Shrike, with faces he had seen before, revealing hideous expressions and fangs. Their alienated limbs scratched the door frame, and they squeezed each other, scrambling to crawl into the cabin.
Shrike reloaded. The caliber of the Death Knell itself was extremely large, and with the special ammunition, each shot could easily penetrate all obstacles, and the impact it brought would constantly force the demons to retreat.
This gave the two men some chance to catch their breath, but not much. Every time they were forced back, the demons would move forward, stepping on the broken corpses like bloated balls of flesh, trying to squeeze into the small room.
"Folding knife!"
The Shrike shouted, and Blue Jade immediately threw the folding knife at the Shrike. Although it was already covered with gaps, as long as it could still be swung, it was a weapon.
He held up the death knell in one hand and the folding knife in the other.
The Shrike strode forward, firing and swinging his folding knife at the same time, viciously cutting off the arms that tried to reach into the room.
The arms waving vigorously were like dancing seaweed. Under the sharp blows, they fell off one by one, revealing pale bones that mixed with the filth on the ground.
Lan Feicui looked at the evil ghost-like figure, a posture she had never seen before.
A series of low growls also slowly sounded as the folding knife was slashing. Shrike gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, swallowed the fishy blood and air into his stomach, and once again swung the knife with the power to cut through steel.
Shrike is somewhat similar to Lorenzo, he also lost once, and lost completely. Since then, Shrike has completely given up all ridiculous ideas. He obeyed Arthur's arrangement, became the emperor of the lower city, and said goodbye to the beautiful light.
There is no such thing as benevolence, righteousness, or morality, only using any means necessary to achieve the goal.
"I won't lose again, Lorenzo."
Recalling what Lorenzo had said to him, Shrike glared, blue veins filling his eye sockets, and pulled the trigger.
"At least we won't lose here."
The Deathstroke fired again, and it was like a piercing sword, piercing the demon's body. Amidst the blood, Shrike advanced again, using his shoulder to hold up the broken and twisted hatch.
Under the Shrike's firing and the demons' gnawing, the hatch had become riddled with holes, and as the Shrike held up the twisted piece of steel, blood could be seen gushing out of the gun holes due to the squeezing and resistance.