Gun of Ashes

The armor’s firearms ignited the oil tank, releasing the volatile lacquered antimony. The pitch-black liquid splashed everywhere in the light of the flames, clinging to the surfaces of buildings, the bodies of demons, and merging into the accumulated water.

Burning, fiercely burning.

The flames were so intense that for a moment, they left only pure white in people’s eyes, akin to facing the scorching sun. Many couldn’t help but close their eyes, avert their gaze, to avoid the searing confrontation.

Bola took a deep breath; the fire stretched the shadow of the weapon master into long slender lines.

The burning lacquered antimony merged into the puddles, transforming into a raging inferno that spread crazily, instantly sealing off the street and separating people from the demons with a wall of intense heat.

The high temperature evaporated the water, dispelling the cold. The oil tank stored a large amount of lacquered antimony, which continued to burn. Based on Bola’s estimated reserves, this firewall would last much longer.

Night Owl couldn’t help but exhale deeply; the firewall impeded the demons’ advance, granting them some respite.

In the boiling sea of fire, dark figures still tried to approach, but most were shot down on their charging path, their bodies consumed by flames and reduced to ashes.

Anonymous moved through the water; the spreading water during the continuous rain rendered their prepared defenses useless, though not totally ineffective.

"How are you feeling?"

Bola asked with concern. Knights like Night Owl, in the current situation, were elite forces that couldn’t afford to be easily injured.

"Alright... It’s roughly the impact of the Anti-Meme that slowed me down just now."

As time passed, with the help of the Florun Potion, Night Owl felt their condition improve significantly, but how long it would last remained an uncertainty.

Just like this storm, no one knew when it would cease.

Bola turned around; the sea of fire indeed took effect, halting most demons, though a portion remained unaffected and continued to advance.

"Go back to resupply! Leave this to me!"

Bola shouted to Night Owl; in such circumstances, there was no need for idle chatter. The Sword Dancer quickened their pace, kicking up splashes, while the weapon master turned to retrieve a sharp long blade from the weapon rack on their back.

More dark silhouettes charged through the sea of fire, and more figures stood behind the weapon master.

The Peacekeepers completed a new round of assembly, holding heavy firearms, forming a dense gun formation beside the weapon master.

Pull the trigger, fire bursts out.

Over a hundred kilograms of bullets poured out in an instant, only visible as shooting lights continuously colliding, shattering buildings, breaking the water surface, effortlessly penetrating the demons’ flesh, and finally bouncing off solid iron armor, leaving deep dents.

"Stop them!"

Bola shouted, while the Ghostly Floating Massacre fired again from the rear, a round of flames soared skyward, soon falling down.

The demons devoured the city, and the war raging here undoubtedly accelerated everything—death and blood, wails and fear.

This was humanity’s most solid stronghold and the most suitable breeding ground for demons to expand.

"Some citizens are starting to transform!"

Panicked cries rang out in the channel, followed quickly by another person issuing orders, soon obscured by the sound of gunfire heard by Bola.

Not easy at all.

The weapon master raised the sharp blade, waiting for the demons to break through the sea of fire, while several Peacekeepers came from the rear, dragging heavy weapon boxes. Before contacting the demons, they were re-equipped with weapons from the weapon rack.

"Attention all units!"

The warning sounded again, followed by the deep, resonant sound of a whistle heard by Bola, temporarily overshadowing the roar of artillery fire and thunderstorms.

The War Airship skimmed lowly, opened its bomb bays, and made drops along the street.

More intense explosions erupted; what it dropped were the same lacquered antimony bombs as before.

Explosions splashed the flammable black water, mixed with the torrential downpour, washing over the demons, even as they were ignited.

From high above, the street guarded by Bola and its end could be seen suddenly engulfed in dazzling flames, linking beginning to end, then the fire devoured the entire street.

Like a sieve, the roaring sea of fire devoured most ordinary demons, heating the air from cold to hundreds of degrees Celsius, every breath accelerating the burning of the lungs.

Silhouettes fell, leaving behind the most difficult entities, the challenges that Bola was about to face.

"Such timely support."

Night Owl’s voice rang out again, the Sword Dancer moved quickly. With the additional time gained, it completed the second reassembly, while behind them, a group of technicians in raincoats hurried to prepare the remaining Peacekeepers.

These technicians from the Perpetual Motion Pump were in a foul mood; typically speaking, they would hardly touch front-line battles, but under the current circumstances, they had no choice but to appear, supporting the battlefield.

Terrible yet not so terrible.

These technicians were fully aware that the rain paralyzed the drainage system, the Furnace Pillar ran in overload, and the treacherous erosion spread like a plague through the city...

In their words, this city was beyond saving.

Even hiding underground, cowering in the secretive Perpetual Motion Pump was not safe, so instead of dying in the dark underground, these technicians chose to perish under the open sky.