Ember Gun

  Chapter 254 Sword of Mourning

  How long have humans existed in this crazy world?

  Lorenzo sometimes thinks about strange questions. This is like "excessive thinking" as he often said, thinking about the questions that ordinary people have never thought about, and it is the most exhausting for himself, and he can't answer.

  So... how long have humans existed? That should be much longer than what is recorded in the current history books, but in such a long time, human beings have not left any footprints, only writing and recording have been left in the thousands of years in modern times.

  So, before this, before humans can write records, what are humans doing in the unknown dark age?

  Lorenzo believes that all this did not appear out of thin air, so what were we doing before this appeared?

  Perhaps this is also the curse of knowledge. Lorenzo thought about it, but couldn't answer it. He also had a strange premonition. If human beings have an unrecorded unknown, then is this related to demons?

  Humans do not appear in the world out of thin air, so are demons, so where do they come from?

  When did these anomalies invade the normal world?

  His consciousness was flying away, and Lorenzo's thoughts became much clearer in the weird state, and the more clear, he seemed to have a glimpse of the cause in this indescribable state.

  Perhaps...Perhaps it is for this reason?

  Lorenzo thought of the reason, and then his thoughts were pulled and pressed vigorously, and the pain tore his consciousness. He relied on Watson for the [Gap] shuttle last time, and this time it was he actively inspired him, this strange feeling almost fainted his consciousness.

  But then Lorenzo saw him, in an unknown starry sky, he was walking among the bright spots of light, they were glowing with colorful colors, and they were very gorgeous...that was one [gap] after another.

The black angel formed a magnified [gap] shuttle alchemy matrix, and the range crossed the entire territory of Inervig, extending to the other side of the sea, so that Lorenzo’s consciousness spanned tens of millions of distances in a moment, and arrived. The place of origin.

All the light spots are accelerating, and they are rapidly extending into dazzling light tracks, and finally enveloping Lorenzo, the roaring silence is dark, and the dark world gradually brightens in the slow ascension, and is added. Gray-blue color.

  The residence of the demon hunter, the origin of the secret blood.

  In the silent temple, a vague phantom stood in a dark corner. He looked at the ruined palace a little sluggishly, his body motionless, as if he was dead.

  Sometimes the surprises of life come so quickly, unprepared, they just exist in the expected scene, but they suddenly come to you, all emotions are interrupted, and only a blank space is left.

The phantom tried to move. From the perspective of others, the phantom did not exist at all, just like a ghost, but now the body of the ghost was trembling slightly. He was excited and sad, and he was so angry that he wanted to roar, but he lowered his head again. Silent condolences.

Lorenzo is indeed a ghost, a lonely wild ghost who survived the night of the Holy Prophet. He should have died, but he has lived until now. Everything in the past was burned out in the fire of that night. He was left looking back at this ruined wall.

"long time no see……"

  He muttered in a low voice, but exhausted all his strength.

  Lorenzo is no longer in the mood to think about other things. He didn't even think about what state he was in. If he still had a flesh and blood body, I'm afraid he would already be in tears now... he hadn't cried for a long time.

  Ghost just moved forward little by little, stepping on gravel and stairs.

  ……

After Anthony went to Inervig, there seemed to be only the new pope left in the entire Saint Nalo Cathedral. It was so quiet and solemn. After his brutal killing and the baptism of blood, the Gospel Church seemed Back to the age of advocating faith.

  The gate of heaven slowly closed, and the elevator began to descend in the dim, and fell towards the stagnant temple.

At this time, the new pope can look lighter. In this vertical shaft called the gate of heaven, this is neither heaven nor hell. This is a gap that no one knows. Only here can he Avoiding those peeping objects, he took off his iron-white mask and lit a cigarette.

  The time passed quickly. After a cigarette burned out, the elevator also reached the bottom, and the door slowly opened, exposing the stagnant temple in front of you.

  Due to the loss of "Revelation", many departments in the Silent Temple could not be restarted. In addition, most of the demon hunters were sent to Old Dunling. The number of personnel stationed here is pitiful, even unguarded.

  There is really no need for guards here. It used to be the core of the Demon Hunting Order, but now there is nothing left here, and some are just a desolate piece, leaving future generations to remember all that once glorious.

Although he is in charge of the gospel church, everyone knows very little about this new pope. He is so mysterious. His real face is hidden behind the mask. He seldom leaves the Cathedral of San Nalo, and even says that he rarely appears in people’s lives. Right now.

  The cardinals who surrendered always couldn't find him, but they didn't know that the new pope would like to come back here and stay in the sanctuary.

  This is already a dilapidated place. Although some of the dilapidation has faded under the later construction, it is still difficult to restore the original glory.

  It used to be extremely important, but now it is only the tombstone of the Demon Hunting Order.

  The new pope was silent all the way, and walked to the end along the familiar road, pushing open the heavy door, and a clear fragrance of flowers came from behind the door.

  It is a sea of ​​flowers, pure white flowers bloom in this underground world, swaying slightly, like an ocean blown by the wind.

  No one knows when this place was established, at least in the memories of some insiders, there is no such warm place in the cold and stagnant temple.

   casts a warm white light from above, a pure white blur, it is impossible to see its original appearance.

   "Under the crown."

  The guard of the tomb came over. He was accustomed to the frequent visits of the new pope, and he was also used to his new job. Just guarding a tomb is better than going out to fight and kill.

  The new pope did not respond, but walked slowly in the sea of ​​flowers. It seemed that only here could he calm his restless heart slightly.

  Everything is quiet. With the surging of the sea of ​​flowers, you can see the erected tombstones. Unfortunately, there are no names on them, just one number after another, which has been forgotten.

  The rusty blade stands beside the tombstone, one after another, telling the past that no one knows.

   "Under the crown, the web of heart pivots is still hungry... we..."

  After a long time, the tomb guard couldn't help asking, but he regretted it as soon as he finished the question.

  The steel mask slowly turned around, and under the pitch-black void, he could feel the godless eyes looking at him, as if it were a body that had lost its soul.

  "They have made their final contribution. The secret blood has been drained, the silver-binding bolt has been melted, and a new spike sword has been cast...Let those flesh and blood rest in peace."

  The sound does not fluctuate, as if it is a machine narration.

   "Also, you should remain sad, children, because of their deaths, the world has not been madly invaded."

  The new pope looked at this sea of ​​flowers, his voice without any emotion, standing like a sculpture.

  The guardian of the tomb did not dare to say any more, he cautiously stepped back.

  He has lived a long time, and has served many big people, but this new pope is different from them, very different, he is full of contradictions and unknowns.

  Don’t put too much emotion on the weapon.

  Every guy who knows the existence of the demon hunter knows this sentence, so the demon hunters don’t have names, only numbers. They don’t have a past or a future, only the present that keeps fighting.

  The iron-blooded pope can kill those powerful and **** suppress all opponents without hesitation, but he has compassion for these long-dead people, even awe.

The tombkeeper doesn’t know why this is, and he doesn’t dare to guess. Sometimes it’s not a good thing to know too much. Sometimes he feels that when they know the existence of a monster, they have been brought down by an unknown existence. curse.

  It curses all the insiders, making them fight against the darkness all their lives in vain, and it sits high and laughs at the mortals who try to change all of this.

  The new pope walked to a familiar position and sat down. He turned his back to the grave guard and took off his mask, placed it on the tombstone beside him, and continued his long mourning.

Everything seemed to solidify, just like a photo taken. Everything was stagnant at this moment, until a child who had left home finally returned here. He looked at all this blankly, he never remembered the stillness of Saint. There is still such a place in the temple, and I have never seen these strangers.

  Ghost moved slowly, stepping on the damp soil and petals, everything was so strange to him, until he saw the man kneeling in the sea of ​​flowers.

   "Here...what's going on?"

  Lorenzo obviously didn't know the current situation. After the unbearable sadness, he realized his current situation. He returned to the Temple of Silence, in a wonderful state.

Maybe this is really some kind of "ghost" state. Lorenzo stretched out his hand to try to touch the object, but he couldn't touch anything, no one could see him, and the sound he made could not be transmitted, as if he was in a relationship with him. The whole world is isolated.

  Lorenzo is a detective after all. Although he relied more on guns and swords when solving crimes, it is now a good opportunity to use his brain. He discovered the abnormality in this state and couldn't help but think of everything about Lawrence.

  Lawrence can use the [interval] to invade others, thereby controlling another person, is it said that Lorenzo is also in this state, but he has not touched the living thing, causing the invasion.

  He leaned against the sea of ​​flowers vigilantly, but at this moment his voice sounded.

   "Is... you guys?"

  Lorenzo's actions stopped. He was a little unclear about the current situation. If it is correct, there are only two people here... and his ghost, then who is this man talking to now?

  He was completely suspended. Lorenzo had left the evangelical church for too long. After a long time, the pope was changed, and the hunting sect was disbanded and rebuilt. There must be more changes in this, but he still doesn't know.

  The guardian of the tomb didn't know what was going on either. He couldn't observe Lorenzo. He didn't even know what the new pope was going crazy. But now he didn't know the danger was coming.

Lorenzo wanted to figure out all of this. He was unable to make changes to reality in a ghostly state. He leaned on the guard of the grave vigilantly, and a bold idea arose in his heart. This is the best way to verify this weird state. opportunity.

He stretched out his hand and slowly pressed it on the back of the guard of the tomb. At the moment of contact, the illusory body broke in an instant, countless memories and emotions hit Lorenzo's mind, pain and madness. Coexistence, everything is so long, until the will is torn and put together again, the world gradually brightens.

  Lorenzo pressed his hands on the ground, soft and wet to the touch, he was startled at first, then slowly raised his hands, ecstasy and fear went up together.

  He... did it, just like Lawrence's behavior, he controlled another body in a [interval] shuttle, and interfered with everything in the stagnant temple at such a distance.

  Lorenzo hadn't had time to experience all this, the man in the sea of ​​flowers stood up, picked up the mask and put on it, turned around slowly, and looked at Lorenzo...or the tomb-keeper.

   "Sure enough, it's you..." he said.

  Lorenzo still didn't understand. He was not a tomb guard. He didn't understand what the man said, but then he could clearly see the mask under the white light and the holy robe.

   "The Pope... the emperor."

Lorenzo never thought that the man in front of him was actually the pope, but then the new pope picked up the nail swords that were inserted next to the tombstone, the sound of breaking through the air sounded, and then a nail sword was inserted in front of Lorenzo's eyes. .

   "I thought you wouldn't come again, but it turned out to be scared, right?"

   asked the Pope.

  He held the rusty nail sword and slowly approached. As he approached, the pure white flowers also withered, they decayed and died, revealing the black earth and desolate tombstones.

  There was no time for Lorenzo to think about it. He didn't know what was going on, how he was exposed, and what the new pope said about "you".

  Lorenzo instinctively picked up the nail sword in front of him, and the sense of crisis made him prepared, but at the moment he met the new pope, his heart seemed to stop beating.

  Under the steel mask, a blazing firework ignited in the dark eye sockets, and it burned more and more intensely until the hot fire baptized the rust stains.

  The secret blood boiled for a long time, Seni Lotaire set up the spiked sword, pointed at Lorenzo with the tip of the sword, and dropped slightly. This is a familiar posture that Lorenzo will not forget.

   "I won't give up, everyone, no matter how many times you come to kill me, that's the case."

  He said, and then came with the thunder and fireworks, the cold light fell, and gave the order of divine punishment.

  (End of this chapter)