Layer upon layer of anti-memes were detonated, setting off a storm of oblivion beneath Old Dunling. They spread and penetrated into every crevice, hunting down every inch of shadow.
The scattered demons had no ability to resist. They lost consciousness under the bombardment and collapsed into pieces of flesh like corpses. The impact continued upwards until it broke free of the restraints and put the burning Mechanical Institute into liquidation.
"Zuo Zhen is dead, and the second trigger has been pulled."
On top of the Dunling Tower, Watson was in control of the battle situation, and everything was going as planned.
The long war made Roger lose his patience. The heavy anti-memetic attacks gradually destroyed his sanity and even swallowed him up by chaos.
This is one of the chances of winning. The Unspeakable is itself disorder and chaos. The so-called rationality is contrary to it. It will give Roger power, but it will also make Roger fall into a trap.
Zuo Zhen’s death was a signal that the person guarding the gate was now dead. This also meant that Roger had completely fallen into the trap and was on death row.
"Then you can fight back now."
Watson muttered to himself. Under the gray iron mask, in the deep darkness, a scorching sun slowly rose.
The erosion expanded like a hurricane, with the Dunling Tower as the center, and continued to spread around. In Watson's sight, layer after layer of light pillars rose up, they scattered all over the old Dunling, waking up from the silence.
[The counterattack has begun.]
The sound echoed in the gap, dissipated into the rising tide, and was swallowed up by the rolling waves.
One second, two seconds...
Soon after, flames rose up all over the sky.
Shrike was still guarding the front line, fighting the demons endlessly. Although Lorenzo relieved a lot of pressure for him, the demons seemed endless and soon pressed forward again, making it hard to breathe.
Under the high-intensity combat, many problems also appeared in the Original Sin Armor, but there was no safe area here for Shrike to prepare.
At this difficult moment, Shrike seemed to hear something, a soft whisper, clearly reaching his ears.
It was like an auditory hallucination, but for some reason, he instinctively felt that the sound was different. He looked at the others, and they were also standing there in a daze, as if everyone had heard the same sound.
When he was distracted, a demon rushed towards him. Shrike was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. He tried to fight back, but it was obviously too late.
A streak of fire swept past, smashing the advancing demon into countless pieces of burnt flesh, which fell into the water with a splash.
Shrike looked in fear in the direction where the fire was coming from. After the fireworks, in the hazy rain and fog, a dark crowd walked out from the end of the street.
They paid no attention to the piles of corpses and original sin armors. They were silent and efficient. Some were firing at the demons, while others were holding flamethrowers and burning the piles of corpses.
Heavy breathing sounds echoed, and one gray figure after another appeared before my eyes. They were like silent gods of death, silently passing through the battlefield.
Everyone stared at them, they had never seen such soldiers before, but soon, as they saw who was coming, the antimeme that enveloped them was triggered, spitting out the buried memories.