Gun of Ashes

The silence in the darkness seemed to last for who knows how long, and the figure lying on the ground finally showed some signs of movement. He slowly got up, supporting himself on the ground with both hands, forcing himself to stand up with difficulty.

Lorenzo couldn’t quite remember what had happened. He recalled himself falling into the darkness... and then he couldn’t remember anything after that. When he regained consciousness again, Lorenzo was already here.

In this expanse of darkness.

Before he could think further, intense pain surged through his body. It was as if during the time he lost consciousness, Lorenzo’s body had been disassembled and reassembled. Cracks appeared on the black armor covering his body, with blood continuously flowing out from them.

Blood dripped drop by drop. Lorenzo touched his nose, staining his palm crimson red. Then came a sharp pain from his chest, causing him to involuntarily kneel, panting heavily through the agony.

Had he... fallen directly to the ground?

Lorenzo’s memory gradually became clearer. He remembered that at the last moment of his descent, the Black Angel sensed something amiss and tried to slow down, unfurling its Iron Feathers. But under the immense thrust force, all efforts were futile.

They plummeted straight down just like that.

In his eyes, a blazing white storm raged, and the darkness around him became much clearer. Following that was the oppressive force on Lorenzo, as if some power was at work in this darkness, suppressing the force of erosion.

The glow in his eyes flickered for a moment and then extinguished.

Lorenzo confirmed the latent power here. It was suppressing the expansion of the erosion, forcibly confining it within Lorenzo, which was the reason for his weakness.

The body tainted by Secret Blood was continuously weakened, and wounds healed slower, yet this wasn’t complete suppression. Lorenzo still had a chance to catch his breath.

At the same time, Lorenzo felt something he had never experienced before... clarity.

He found it hard to describe the feeling at the moment. Wherever Lorenzo was, he would always vaguely suffer the effects of erosion, not just from himself, but also from The Inexpressible.

From the words of the Pioneer, it was understood that although they imprisoned The Inexpressible, sending it into a deep slumber, its murmurs still penetrated that Holy Silver barrier, spreading across the world.

This was its strength. Unlike Lorenzo, who was a half-baked Ascender, its erosion coverage was the entire Western world, which might also be why Demons predominantly appeared in the Western world. The distant East lay on the perimeter of its influence, and with their constructed Forgotten Great Wall, further warded off erosion’s impact.

That is to say, people living in the Western world were actually under the influence of erosion all the time, but this influence was so weak that it was almost nonexistent.

Now, standing in the darkness, Lorenzo felt a sense of ease he had never known before.

All erosions were isolated, and he experienced that purity, immediately seeing metal fragments scattered on the ground and hearing footsteps.

"Holmes!"

The Plague Doctor called out from the other side of the darkness. Lorenzo lingered in this unrestrained purity, then reawakened the erosion, resisting the pressure here, causing his eyes to burst with fiery light, illuminating the darkness.

"I’m here!"

Lorenzo emitted a faint light, making himself a beacon in the darkness.

The silhouette of the Plague Doctor gradually became clearer in the darkness. This guy looked just as miserable as Lorenzo—such a heavy impact nearly killed them. Fortunately, Lorenzo had dense armor, while the Plague Doctor possessed a nearly immortal body.

Here, the power suppressing erosion wasn’t absolute, and it could still engage in some resistance, thus triggering the release of Authority.

"Where is this place?"

The Plague Doctor glanced around the surrounding darkness, asking somewhat curiously.

After experiencing so much, even if a Leviathan Demon crawled out in a moment, the Plague Doctor wouldn’t be shocked anymore. His mood had already started to grow numb.

"Sanctuary."

Another voice sounded. In the heavy footsteps, blazing white flames surged forth, covering its rugged armor.

The Black Angel illuminated the darkness. It looked worse than Lorenzo and the Plague Doctor; most of its armor was shattered, revealing the scarlet flesh underneath with blood continuously gushing out, soaking the ground.

Its left arm was already severed, with metal joints twisted beyond recognition, leaving just a few strands of flesh connecting it tenuously.

As for the fuel tanks on its back, they had all been discarded. At the last moment of descent, Watson had ignited all the Lacquered Antimony to slow their fall; otherwise, the few of them might really have ended up as a pile of minced meat from the crash.

The Black Angel opened the weapon box, pouring out stagnant water and the barely breathing Froki.

This guy was truly unlucky. Most of his information was erased by the Anti-Meme, and his body was the frailest among them. From Lorenzo’s observation, Froki was just an ordinary person who started demonizing under the influence of erosion, so in the end, he was merely a temporarily rational demon.

Such an impact nearly killed him. He lay in the stagnant water, continuously vomiting blood, with the suppressing force around him preventing him from having the "Credentials" to summon the power of erosion to resist.

The demonized flesh gradually lost vitality; he was nearing death.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!