Gun of Ashes

Chapter 877 77: Another Path (2)

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"How about letting me rest for a while?"

Red Falcon was struggling to hold on, probably due to excessive blood loss, he could barely feel any pain in his body anymore, it was like being soaked in warm seawater.

"Damn it, he's not gonna make it! Where's Lorenzo?"

Hebdo knew this was due to the effects of the injury, during the intense battle earlier, Red Falcon's mortal body was barely holding up.

"I don't know, he should still be behind!"

Eve said as she shouldered the heavy Meteor, turning around to shoot toward the back.

Another explosive thunder erupted, a rising flame reduced the street to burning fires, Eve didn't aim at all, the recoil threw her off, and after rolling a few times, relying on her Ranger physique, she quickly got up again.

"They're coming!"

Erin withdrew her gaze from the rear, after Eve's gunshots, among the fire, the Choir's warriors reappeared, their silhouettes against the flames, like pitch-black ghosts, exerting immense pressure on the few of them.

After Lorenzo announced the retreat, a chaotic escape began, no one knew exactly how many Choir warriors there were, they seemed endless, no matter how many were killed, more would emerge from the darkness, and due to the nature of Authority·Gabriel, wherever warriors appeared, Lawrence would follow.

To ensure everyone's safe retreat, Lorenzo single-handedly held back most of the pursuers, but a few still chased after them, yet even these few were too much for them to handle now.

This was a disaster.

"Red Falcon, stay awake!"

Eve clutched her shoulder; after consecutive gunshots, her arm couldn't hold anymore, like it had lost strength, drooping down, as for the Meteor, Eve had no bullets left to fire, and the darn thing was too heavy, so she tossed it into the fire.

Using her still functional arm, Eve slapped Red Falcon twice and then shook him forcefully.

"Did you wake up?"

Red Falcon's face flushed, said in a dazed awareness.

"I think I should take a Florun Potion."

"There are no demons here, that damn thing won't save you!"

Eve shook his shoulders, shouting loudly.

Red Falcon wasn't being corroded, he was just too injured, his strong soul was utterly exhausted at this moment.

"We're almost there, Moon, didn't you say there was still a holiday left to spend?"

Erin cheered for Red Falcon from the side, although these verbal encouragements weren't of much use, Red Falcon suddenly felt the situation was pretty nice right now.

Think about it, struggling so hard for so long, on this day, two female friends are actually worried about him... even though these two female friends seemed quite sketchy.

For a moment, Red Falcon actually wanted to recite a poem or say something grand, the novels he read were like that, when cool people were about to die, they'd always say some badass sentence.

So what should he say?

"Heaven wouldn't produce me, Red Falcon..."

Red Falcon immediately looked skyward, preparing to shout something, but vision suddenly blurred, and his words got choked back.

Hebdo had had enough of this rambling, he hoisted Red Falcon like a sack, likely stimulating Red Falcon's wounds, making him let out a ghostly wail.

"So is he really dying? Can the dead be this lively?"

Hebdo couldn't be bothered listening to the second half of Red Falcon's sentence, he was just amazed at Red Falcon's ridiculous vitality.

In his view, Red Falcon and Lorenzo were incredibly similar yet different fellows, although both always gave you the feeling they were about to die the next second, Lorenzo gave the impression that this guy might die any moment, but before actually dying, he could still take down quite a few, while Red Falcon felt like this guy was clearly about to die, yet after shouting for so long, still wouldn't die.

"Ah..."

Red Falcon was carried on a shoulder, like a drunk after a bender, he wanted to say something, but could only let out meaningless groans.

He actually felt very tired, but even tired he continued to spout nonsense, Red Falcon always felt life could be considered a performance, even in such a terrible place, maintaining optimism and such, maybe tragedy would turn into comedy, just fooling himself perhaps?

Head aching terribly, Red Falcon found it hard to think about these things.

Red Falcon tried to raise his head, then he saw everyone running like mad, the flames at the end of the street behind them, and those pursuing warriors, luckily, the explosion had destroyed the entire street, horses and whatnot couldn't catch up, but after this street, it was unknown.

He also saw the figures dancing within the flames, Lorenzo leaped out from the back, stabbing a sword into a warrior, pinning him to the ground, appearing quite interesting how the situation unfolded, everyone chased by warriors, warriors chased by Lorenzo, like a cat and mouse game, just waiting to see which unlucky one gets caught first.

Give it your all! Lorenzo Holmes!

Red Falcon cheered internally for Lorenzo; the life and death of this crowd hinged entirely on him.

Thinking like this, Red Falcon closed his eyes, hanging his head down.

Ah... being carried and ran feels so relaxing, but being carried by a Viking strongman is weird no matter how you think about it, not to mention he's dying... If possible, Red Falcon would prefer to die in a woman's arms.