Ember Gun

  Chapter 301 Glory

  "Medanzo..."

  "Please call me Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, Ching Shermans."

  Lorenzo ran wildly in the corridor with Shermans, fireworks and whine rose outside the window, clearly panicked, but when Lorenzo said this, he forced a serious appearance.

   "This is really not a good time to meet again, right?"

  Lorenzo gave Shermans a **** smile. He had to find a way to take Shermans out of here.

   "I really miss it..."

   Shermans said feebly. He had just experienced such a terrifying assassination, but now his blistered face was smiling.

   "What are you missing?" Lorenzo asked.

   "After many years, when I see acquaintances again, there is always a feeling of going back to the past, isn't it? I pray in the Cathedral of San Nalo, and you guard by my side."

  Until now he still thinks about going back there, the Cathedral of San Nalo.

  Too lazy to complain about this old guy’s thinking loop, he was almost dead, but he was still saying something, Lorenzo didn’t talk to him anymore, he was under a lot of pressure now.

  The letter was indeed a conspiracy. Not only was he looking for Shermans, but these demon hunters from the Protestant Group were also searching for Shermans.

  "It was the cleansing mechanism, they revealed all this." Shermans said suddenly.

  Lorenzo was taken aback, he looked to the side, and saw the somewhat savage face, and said frankly.

   "Of course, I am not so sure, this world is messy, far beyond our knowledge." Shermans continued.

  For some reason, after seeing Lorenzo, Shermans suddenly relaxed physically and mentally. He didn't understand this feeling, anyway, it was like...have an entrustment.

   "Are you so direct? I thought I needed to torture you before you would say something."

Lorenzo was a little unable to accept this sudden change. The dignified cardinal, the most loyal dogleg of the Gospel Church, Lorenzo thought he had to break Shermans a few teeth before he would speak honestly, but no Thinking of waiting for himself to ask, he said everything.

"Exile...I was instructed by Miguel to contact the purification agency. They investigated you, and only they knew that I was here, but now the demon hunters are here, they are here to kill me, or … The decontamination agency has reached a certain agreement with the Gospel Church, and I am their best bargaining chip."

  Shermans did not answer Lorenzo’s question, but instead talked about the current situation, which made Lorenzo very upset.

  "Are you separating?"

   "I don't know that you belong to the eradication agency now... I just want you to understand the situation." Shermans said, his thinking was too fast at this moment.

Lorenzo led him into a room, closed the door tightly, and let Shermans and herself hide in the corner. Before waiting for a breath, the folding knife was placed on Shermans’s neck, Loren Zuo looked fierce.

   "Old guy, what do you want to do?"

  Shermans’ words made Lorenzo a little unclear about his position, as if he was a spy who had been inserted into the Evangelical Church by Lorenzo.

"It's just the best solution to the current conditions. The only way to leave here is the railway a few kilometers away, but the road from the manor to the railway is empty and grassy. You may be able to escape, but it is basically impossible to take me away. So I must die here."

   "You have a chance to live."

   "Are you captured by the new Pope? It's better to die."

  Death is so heavy, but at this moment it is so easy in his mouth.

  "No matter who they are and who they are driven by, I must be their target. I'm dead, but you still have a chance to escape."

  Lorenzo suddenly felt that his thinking could not keep up with the old man in front of him, as if at a certain moment, he had thought about the next development.

  "You are not with them, so how do you know that I am here? And what is your purpose if you come to me?"

  Shermans looked at Lorenzo and laughed hoarsely, the blisters on his face split, and the pale yellow liquid flowed through the rotten wood face, like a corpse soaked in muddy water.

  The old guy thought about everything, but when Lorenzo said something, he said slowly.

   "But no matter what purpose you are here, I will satisfy you. Just ask, my child, we are running out of time."

Shermans leaned back as he said, his mentality is surprisingly good now. After experiencing the forbidden knowledge, he has no fear at this moment, although there are countless demon hunters who want to kill him. , But after seeing Lorenzo, everything seemed to settle down.

Lorenzo looked at Shermans in a puzzled way. The scarred old man leaned against the wall. He took out his delicate flintlock, took out the gunpowder and lead bullet from his pocket, and awkwardly pushed it to the barrel. Bouncing inside.

   "Is I too enthusiastic? Indeed, I have rarely been like this since escaping from Fei Lengcui... Happy?" His voice was a little hesitant, and he was a little unsure of his emotions at the moment.

  Shermans looked at Lorenzo, his obedience obviously disturbed Lorenzo.

   "Don't worry, it's just a weighing of pros and cons. I trust you more than those new pope minions, 047...Oh no, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes."

  The folding knife was inserted into the wall behind him, and Lorenzo lowered himself, approaching Shermans, staring at the muddy eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Literally, you are the demon hunter of the old order, the survivor of the night of the Holy Prophet, you are the same as me, at least part of it is the same, although we are in a different position, but compared to being captured or killed by the new pope , I would rather die in your hands. You slash the demons and guard the sacred. Although we are not in the same position, we all fight for the same god."

   "I don't like this god."

   "But at least your behavior is real."

Shermans said, suddenly facing death he didn't feel any fear anymore, he even laughed. Lorenzo couldn't help being a little confused by that miserable smile. He didn't expect Shermans to be a little bit confused. This is the idea.

  He knew he was dead, but he just didn’t want to die because of the new pope.

   "Also, the secret order of the massacre has not ended yet, and you are a survivor of Saint's Night, although I don't know how you survived..."

  Shermans didn't know the specific details of Saint's Night, he continued.

   "The new pope will not let you go."

   "So you have to help me, all the questions are answered, just because the more you help, the more trouble I am for the new pope, right?"

  Lorenzo never thought that Shermans’ starting point was actually this. At this moment, he was like a dead man, and all his actions and thoughts were based on his dying situation.

   "Of course my child."

  This is Shermans’ conspiracy. His purpose is to be a powerless old man. This is his only resistance to that heresy.

  He grabbed the notes in his arms, and while talking with Lorenzo, his eyes swept back and forth in the dark part of the room.

  Shermans was dead, he touched the unknown boundary, and at the same time the unknown boundary also touched him, a ghostly existence was peering into him.

"you……"

   Lorenzo has never experienced this situation. It's like a terrible drama. Everyone speeds up the plot to rush to death.

  But he didn't ask what he said, the sharp nail sword tore open the door of the room, and the demon hunters broke in.

   "Run, old stuff!" Lorenzo shouted.

  They can't get entangled with the demon hunters. Once the reinforcements arrive, even Lorenzo will not be able to fight it.

  Shermans is also very obedient. Now he is helping Lorenzo against the new pope. He struggled to get up and fled towards the promenade behind Lorenzo.

  Lorenzo directly greeted the Demon Hunter. There were only two people who came. It seemed that they were attracted by the fiery fire.

  The new church and the old church...

Lorenzo laughed unexpectedly at this moment. Although he has always been angry with the gospel church, he still misses the time he was there and the time he fought with other demon hunters, although the demon hunters are not destined to be remembered. , But Lorenzo has always felt that he is honorable.

  At that time, he, and everyone else, was like this. Everything he did was not only for the ridiculous God, but also for the human world, the sensible world. They were dark in the depths, but they were glorious.

  So what about you? Can you successors really deserve the name of the Demon Hunter?

  (End of this chapter)