Ember Gun

  Chapter 309 Raphael

  The same story has different appearances in different populations.

Everyone thinks that the previous pope is dead...or in the story told by the new pope, he died, but in fact he did not die, but was secretly imprisoned by the new pope in this filthy and forgotten place, no one would Knowing that he is here, even if anyone knows it, they have no ability to come here to save him.

  Because this is not a place that mortals can reach, this is the **** that exists in the mortal world.

The extraction of secret blood is based on demons, powerful blood sublimation, and waste and useless flesh and blood bodies are thrown into the well of sublimation. There are countless corpses of demons, some of which have not even died, relying on those who were also dropped. The body lives for food, and such things have lasted for nearly a thousand years.

Therefore, too much madness and weirdness have accumulated here. As the depth of the deep well descends, the intensity of erosion also increases. At the bottom of the deepest well, only the demon hunter can reach here rationally, and mortals are stepping into it. On the way to the deep well, it will be alienated and crazy.

  The new pope is satisfied with his methods. This is a perfect prison to punish the people he hates.

Hundreds of meters from the ground, the air is full of the smelly smell, and it is surrounded by dark darkness. Here is piled up with the "filth" of the gospel church for nearly a thousand years. The old pope has lived in this darkness to this day. It is hard to imagine how he passed this crazy night.

"I have no idea……"

  The old pope is like a fool, repeating these repeated words from his dry throat, but this is not a satisfactory answer.

  It is difficult to observe the expression on the hideous appearance of the new pope. He lowered his head and looked at the confused old pope, and slowly let go of him.

   "Why? Why don't you want to say anything?"

  He was puzzled and puzzled.

"Obviously as long as you said it at that time, you may be in some luxurious soft bed holding a woman drinking wine... I promised you, as long as you are willing to say all that, I will guarantee you to live in peace. For the rest of my life."

The voice became angry, the nail sword was pulled out and stabbed, repeatedly piercing the body of the old pope, the tattered body was repeatedly cut, the wound was terrifying, but there was no blood flowing out, and the damaged body Healed in a very short time.

  The old pope seemed to be numb to this pain. He didn't feel anything, just kept saying "I don't know".

  The cruel atrocities of the new pope soon ended. He also knew that this kind of pain was nothing to the old pope, but think about it carefully, the new pope has no new ways to torture him.

The old pope was also a noble believer. He also hated the power of secret blood, but it is ridiculous that he still needs this power, so the new pope also gave him this monster-like power, injecting him with secret blood, watching He was tortured and threw him into this **** again.

  The believers in the kingdom of heaven are now full of filth, and their wings have become heavy, like a rock that cannot be waved.

"kill me!"

  The old pope suddenly showed a crazy look. His mood changed greatly. In this dark torture, he had already fallen into madness.

The stiff arm was weakly scratching the robe of the new pope. The old pope even cried bitterly. He sobbed and prayed for the arrival of death. For him, death is the only relief at this moment. For this reason, The arrogant head also lowered and hit the ground repeatedly.

   "Please, kill me."

  He said, but the new pope had no intentions, but stared coldly at this ridiculous scene.

   "How come? Why do you want to die? Mian, isn't this what you have been longing for?"

  The new pope knelt down, and he stretched out his hand to gently lift the abominable head, his eyes gentle.

  It was not a relaxed look. In the eyes of the old pope, it was the eyes of the devil, with ridicule and sarcasm in his eyes.

   "Under the crown, I started to read the Gospels after I became the pope. I had never cared about this before. I thought it was just a bunch of cunning bullshit, but now it seems that I find that there is the truth."

  The murderous aura disappeared, just like a normal conversation with a friend, but the more peaceful it is, the more frightening it is.

"Yes, demons have grown in the shadow of gods, in fact... they are symbiosis with each other. It is because of the abomination of demons that the greatness of God is embodied, right? But in the same way, it is not because of God, so Will there be demons?"

  The new pope said, his fingers gently stroking the skull-like face, and subtle fireworks rose from between his fingers, leaving tear-stained scars on the old pope’s scarred face.

"We have captured the root of the demon, the so-called'Holy Grail'. It is obvious that as long as you kill it, all this will be over, but why? Why do you want to indulge their struggle, and why did you yourself participate in it in the end? ?"

  His voice became angry, and the old pope let out a scream, and his fingers slowly sank under his head in the blazing pain, leaving a **** dent.

   "Yes, demons breed in the shadow of God, the center of faith, and the core of the sacred church is not surprisingly controlled by desire, right?"

  It is precisely because of these so-called saints that they are in the current situation.

   "Please, kill me."

  The old pope was crying, scarlet blood gushing from the hollow of his eye socket.

   "Why? You clearly desire eternal life so much that you don't even want to kill the'Holy Grail' for this reason. You hate the demon hunter and desire the same long life... Everything has a price."

  The new pope gritted his teeth.

  Human desires have plunged mankind into the Jedi. The pursuit of power, wealth, and immortality, because of these desires intertwined one after another, finally triggered the tragedy of the Holy Night.

   "I was wrong, kill me..." he begged.

   "No, no, it's too late, Mian, you have gained eternal life, and you can't die anymore."

  The new pope said cruelly, and once again penetrated the nail sword into the old pope's body, pulling it vigorously.

  "How can people survive in this environment? How can they endure this pain without dying?"

   "The cruelest way to humiliate a saint is to turn him into what he hates the most." The new pope said, putting his head close to his ear, and said softly.

   "Congratulations, you have become a monster."

  The movement of the old pope was sluggish. He slowly covered his eyes, and his body trembled violently. It was not known whether he was crying or laughing.

The new pope stood up, raised the lantern, and the light reflected the things behind the old pope. It was an endless stretch of flesh and blood. It arched high, like a hill, and there were countless bodies on this hill. Most of them have died, and a few have lost consciousness and become a living corpse.

  This fleshy hill was combined with the ground, and flesh and blood filled the bottom of the well.

  【Messiah】class containment object, a monster named Leviathan.

  The new pope is standing on the largest demon in history. It was born from the filth that fell into the bottom of the well, and it has grown continuously for nearly a thousand years, occupying the entire underground.

No one knows its specific form, and it is growing slowly to this day. It is a combination of all sins. Fortunately, it has no self-consciousness. Unlike the bloodthirsty madness of ordinary monsters, it does not even have biological instincts. , It just exists here quietly.

  Leviathan is not its specific name, but the name of all the large monsters in the gospel church, but there are few records of the appearance of such monsters in history.

   "It feels good to live forever. It has lived for thousands of years. If nothing happens, you will live in symbiosis with it until the next thousand years."

  The new pope looked at the old pope. Under the shining of the light, you can see that its lower body has long been fused with flesh and blood, and the bottom of the well is like a huge digestive tract, swallowing the abandoned filth.

  The old pope was speechless, but then the new pope stuffed a cigarette into its mouth and lit it.

   "Hurry up and enjoy it. After all, after I die, no one will know that you are here. With your remaining long life force, there will be few chances to smoke cigarettes."

  The old pope was silent, it was like a stone sculpture, unmoved.

  The new pope didn't care either. He looked at the flesh and blood that stretched to the end of the darkness, and only felt a palpitation.

   "But don't worry, we will all respect you, after all you have become a part of it." He said.

"The feeling of power is really good. When you stand at the top of the world, you also know the more taboo things. This is how I didn't dare to think about it before. Who would know that this is the true Stagnation Saint? Where is the temple? Or the web of the heart hub."

The new pope stomped on the flesh and blood under his feet, and the Leviathan demon under his feet was the source of all. The [gap] that connected all the demon hunters was it. Such a huge and ancient body can also contain countless consciousnesses. Clearance】.

  He doesn’t know how the evangelical church does this, but they call this communication system the web of the heart, and they give instructions directly through the [Gap] with the silver bolt.

   "How do you... know this..." The old pope slowly raised his head, "I obviously ruined all that knowledge."

   "There are always omissions, aren't they?"

  The new pope lit another cigarette for himself, and the light of the fire once again illuminated his hideous face.

   "The gospel church is really weird... Even if I became the pope and knew so many secrets, I still felt a deep sense of powerlessness when facing these things."

  The old pope was silent, and he continued.

"Lorenzo Medici, this time I only came to ask about his secrets. According to what I have collected, his control over the evangelical church in his later years became less and less, until he had to live in seclusion, and then You took office, you didn't relax your vigilance against him, and you continued to play secretly with him."

  "What is the "Sword and Sheath Treaty"?"

  The new pope asked suddenly, and the withered figure seemed to have not heard it, and it continued to be silent.

   "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, in fact, I guess it's not far from ten..."

  The outside light of the new pope observed the reaction of the old pope, and he continued.

"Lorenzo Medici, his excessive pursuit of power, not only controlled the Evangelical Church, but also controlled the Demon Hunting Order. But he is indeed an excellent man, a natural monarch. Under his leadership, we will welcome us. In the golden age, this time is comparable to our glorious expedition a hundred years ago.

  He is very similar to you, but a little different. You are afraid of death and you are nostalgic for this lustful world, and because of the beautiful golden age, he is unwilling to die. "

  The new pope grabbed the withered head and fixed his eyes on the dark hole.

   "Lorenzo Medici is still alive, right?"

  After a long time, the corner of the old pope’s mouth pulled out a seemingly smiling arc.

  "He died. He died on the night of Holy Prophet. The body was buried in the place of Qiqiu and buried with the saints of the past. Don’t you know it very well?"

"Oh, really?"

  The new pope also laughed, he looked at the old pope playfully, and then said.

"Under the crown, you are an excellent secret guard. No matter how I tortured you or even throw you here, you have never given me any answers, and you are not willing to tell me those secrets... At that time, you pretended very well. , But now it’s different. Mian, your poor look is really ridiculous in disguise..."

  The new pope saw its lies at a glance, and he continued.

"He survived, and you know these too, right? Maybe you don't know the specifics, but you know he won't die easily... You and him were opponents, but now you hide for him. It’s because it also involves you, right? And what makes you lie to me must have something to do with the'truth'."

  The old pope's voice was trembling, "No...no..."

   "Actually, I already know, at least in part, that Lorenzo Medici is still alive, and he also got'immortality', but he achieved immortality by occupying another person's body, right?

  Gabriel...what do you call this power? "

  The old pope has completely froze. After so many years in this desperate place, it thought it would no longer feel the so-called fear, but now the strange feeling has returned, and it has strangled its throat.

"Do not……"

"Let me think about it. This so-called "Sword and Sheath Treaty" is related to the power Gabriel. Lorenzo Medici got it at the end of his life. Through this power, he invaded the body of others. Pull down, and his body died on the night of the Holy Prophet."

   "Impossible! That power has been sealed! And Lorenzo Medici is so old, he can't bear the secret blood..."

  The old pope roared, but his voice immediately dropped. It looked at the devilish face and couldn't believe it.

"You lied to me……"

   "Yes, this long torture really worked, at least your mind is no longer as agile as before."

  The new pope has pity and pity, and the once powerful pope has become crazy in the long torture at the bottom of the well, and has become far worse than before.

"Those materials have burned out in the night of the Holy Prophet. Even if I become the pope, I just barely get a few fragments, but you also know that I am very smart. If I am not smart, I cannot be the pope, so I Pieced together this story based on those data...

  Actually, I also know that you won’t say it. This time I’m here just to let you verify the truth of my story. It seems to be true. Lorenzo Medici is still alive. "

  The new pope slowly said, the more he tells, the more so-called madness surges out of the old pope’s face.

   "Actually, what surprised me the most was that you actually acted as a cover for him. You don't want me to know this, so...the power Gabriel has something to do with the ‘truth’, right?"

This sentence completely detonated the old pope, it scratched and bit the new pope like crazy, but its attack was so weak, it was nothing but futile, wailing and crying, and finally it stopped, and its voice was full of pain. .

   "Why, why are you so obsessed with the ‘truth’?" The old pope did not understand.

"I didn’t care about this before. I saw it very openly. The Demon Hunter is just a job, but Saint’s Night changed everything. Many people died. People I know, people I like, I love People, even I lost half my life that night..."

  As he spoke, he couldn't help stroking his hideous face, and then he showed a twisted smile.

"Since then, I have been thinking about what I am fighting for, saying that I am fighting for the sanity of mankind, but we don’t even know what the enemy is. Yeah, what are demons? What are they? Why do they appear in this world? If they are the shadows of gods, then where are the so-called gods?

  What is a monster?

  What is going on in this world? "

  The voice of the new pope is calm, but there is an unquenchable anger in the calm.

   "Everyone died so easily, but we don’t know why we died, it’s ridiculous..."

  The old pope stopped crying, and the so-called sanity returned to this body for a long time. At the bottom of this desperate well, it was briefly awake.

   "But that's not a good ‘truth’, you won’t like it, it will only make a bigger mistake."

"I do not care."

   "You will die."

  The new pope seemed to remember something for a moment, he asked.

   "Do you know Jiu Xia?"

   "That country in the Far East?"

   "Yes, there is such a sentence there."

"what?"

  "Chao asked, Xi may die."

  The new pope dropped the cigarette case. There were still a few cigarettes in it. This is not an expensive thing, but it is like a treasure in this desperate place.

   "Save a little bit, maybe it will be decades later when I come next time? After all, we demon hunters can live a long time."

   As he spoke, he turned and left. The lantern illuminated the road ahead, and the flowing blood continued to stretch forward, like a scarlet ocean.

The old pope sluggishly grabbed the cigarette case. He looked at the slowly leaving figure suddenly with great fear. The light kept leaving, and the darkness dragged it back a little bit. It went crazy again and wailed. write.

   "Come back! Please come back!"

  It’s too dark and lonely here.

   "Please! Kill me!"

  This kind of immortality is too painful for the old pope, but it can't die, it is linked to this huge flesh and blood, it will be thirsty and hungry, but it will never die.

  The new pope ignored it, just grabbed the chain when he came and followed it back to the entrance.

  The point of light became smaller and smaller, until it almost disappeared from the field of vision. The old pope collapsed. It endured the endless darkness and finally saw the light, but at this moment the light was leaving, and it cursed sharply.

   "Do you think you will become a human by taking a human name for yourself? You are a monster like me! A monster through and through!"

  In the deep darkness, the spiteful voice echoed.

   "You will eventually die here with me! Raphael!"

  Raphael stopped, but he turned his head but couldn't see the old pope anymore, there was just a creeping darkness.

   Lanterns illuminated his surroundings. There were countless corpses, one after another. They were also thrown down from the well of sublimation. During this long time, the corpses piled up like hills.

   "Of course, of course I will die here..."

Raphael whispered, looking at the dead with a pitiful expression... Those are not ordinary people, they are the demon hunters, all these corpses are demon hunters, and this is the ultimate destination of all the demon hunters. .

  They originated from the well of sublimation, and they will finally be the well of sublimation.

  (End of this chapter)