Gun of Ashes

Chapter 879 78: Reinforcements from Heaven

This disaster seemed to finally come to an end, but it wasn't a happy ending; rather, it was downright dreadful.

Even though Lorenzo was holding back the warriors in the rear, as soon as they left the explosion zone, the heavy sound of hooves was incessant, coming from all directions, like drums beating on one's heart, bringing about a further sense of oppression.

Under Lawrence's unified will, the warriors' actions were incredibly efficient, like cold machines, and they had planned to surround the few of them early on. Luckily, Eve and the others ran quite fast, and at this moment, the warhorses hadn't blocked the streets yet.

Eve looked forward; the dock was already within reach, yet this short distance seemed infinitely remote.

Everyone, exhausted, moved with difficulty, but in the midst of showing the desire to survive, Erin's expression was somewhat complex. She closely followed the team, occasionally glancing at something in her hand, then looking at the Red Falcon, whose life or death was unknown.

Ever since Hebdo carried him, this guy had completely given up on struggling, without any sound, unsure if he was dead or almost dead.

Hebdo didn't care to check the specific condition of the Red Falcon, saying that if he was still alive, he would carry him out, and if dead, he could use the Red Falcon as a meat shield; either way, carrying him while running away wouldn't be a loss.

Unknowingly, Hebdo also seemed to blend into this somewhat crazy style.

Unfortunately, the brief moment of ease was very short-lived; in the darkness, the sound of bloodthirsty breathing arose, and the warhorses charged out of the darkness towards them.

In the dim view, it seemed like a nightmare breaking reality; the warriors finally caught up with them, their muzzles and blades carrying the chill of death.

It wasn't time to give up yet; amidst this sudden upheaval, Eve slowed her steps, waiting for the warhorse to approach, and when the warrior swung the blade at her, Eve also moved swiftly.

The slender figure easily dodged the sword strike, reacting extremely quickly with the Ranger's power, nearly brushing past, and in that moment of dodging, Eve reached out to grab the sword-wielding arm.

She didn't have strong power, but her body was light enough, coupled with some battle experience worth using. Eve directly flipped over the warrior's arm onto the horse's back, and the slender Willow Blade at this moment appeared incredibly lethal. The warrior had just enough time to grasp the reins before sharp iron pierced into flesh along the neck.

This was a fatal blow; an ordinary person would easily die under such an attack, but against these violent warriors, this clearly wasn't enough to kill him completely.

No need to kill him; Eve repeatedly struck the neck wound. These warriors, harboring Secret Blood, had tenacious vitality. Instead of killing them, it was better to incapacitate them. As long as they delayed a little time, it would be enough for them to escape.

The stirring blade cut open the throat, blood gushed out as the warrior was kicked down by Eve, and with a cheer, Eve captured a horse. But before she could rejoice, a volley of gunfire rang out, and the warhorse was shot to shreds before it could run a few steps.

Eve reacted quickly, grabbing the reins to hang herself on the other side of the warhorse, then rolling to the ground.

"These guys really won't give up chasing us."

Gasping for breath, Eve, now covered in scars, had scratches all over her arms, along with deeper sword wounds and bullet tracks.

Looking at the shadows behind them, given the warriors' abilities and numbers, Eve and the others shouldn't have run this far. If they continued maintaining the volley like before, in this open street, they would probably just be trembling behind cover until being surrounded and caught.

The warriors didn't do that. They kept a distance from Eve and the others, not too far and not too close, like the perfect distance, much like hunters and prey.

"Are they waiting for us to exhaust ourselves?"

Hebdo asked.

"Do you really think we count as prey?"

At that moment, Erin said, her expression very serious. Her pace gradually slowed down, eventually stopping in place.

"Erin, what are you doing!"

Hebdo immediately scolded, but Erin shook her head. She turned around, looking at the vague figures beyond the sea of fire.

"The highest value prey tonight isn't you or me..."

A Viking, a Gaulunaro, an Ingwig; different identities, different statuses, but tonight their value seemed incredibly cheap compared to him.

"Lorenzo, what they're hunting is Lorenzo Holmes."

Erin's expression was complex, tinged with a bit of fear.

"That's what they aim to do."

Listening to Erin, Eve suddenly understood her meaning, and for a moment, she was at a loss for what to do.

"Is it like this? They are superficially holding us back, but in reality, they're stalling Lorenzo. As long as we don't safely escape, Lorenzo, for our sake, can only continue to stand off against Lawrence until he dies here."

Seeing through the conspiracy brought no joy, but rather more coldness. This was a conspiracy that seeing through it couldn't change, and Eve didn't know what to do now.

Lawrence abandoned all human connections, thus he no longer had any weaknesses. But Lorenzo was different; Lorenzo had already experienced the beauty of life and tasted the poison of happiness. He had rare people he considered friends; Lorenzo couldn't give up on all this.