Ember Gun

  Chapter 311 The Original Demon

  In the hazy rain curtain, dark shadows are closely chasing the speeding train, and turbulent steam overflows from the cracks in the machinery, like a sharp blade, easily piercing through the wind and rain.

Lorenzo leaped high from the horse, grabbed the edge of the train, and pierced the gap in the steel with a sharp spike. With Lorenzo's force, the door was slowly pried open. This is a cargo compartment. Lorenzo pried it to a size barely enough for one person to enter, and then got in.

  The cargo was not full of the entire cargo box, which gave him a place to rest. He leaned on the cargo, and the rain and cold wind poured into the cargo box along the crack opened by the crack.

  Lorenzo panted heavily. After a short break, he sat up slowly. Although his movements were slight, he still pulled the wound, causing him to grin.

  Fortunately, Lorenzo was only affected by Cantrera. This deadly toxin would not kill him. Coupled with the healing of the secret blood, Lorenzo was already healed a lot, but from time to time there would still be nosebleeds.

   simply wiped it and looked out of the carriage. The rain screen concealed everything. Lorenzo felt that the train was traveling in a world of nothingness, never reaching the end.

After a little bit of a daze, Lorenzo took out the notes in his arms, which Shermans gave to him at the end. At that time, the angry expression of the old man seemed to persist until then, just to take this Give me a note.

   "The cursed knowledge..."

  Lorenzo recalled this sentence. This is not the first time Lorenzo heard this sentence. Although the expression may be different, it is often used in alchemy.

  It seemed that he had touched something, and Lorenzo's breathing could not help but hurried.

  The notes are thick and simple, with a little blood on it. Lorenzo can't tell whether it is his own or Shermans's.

  He was just about to open the note, but then he saw the bookmark sandwiched in it, the position was on the last few pages of the note.

  Lorenzo recalled the situation when he infiltrated, when Shermans was writing something in his notes, and then he was assassinated.

  He has reason to believe in the preciousness of this note. In everything he has just experienced, what Shermans has done is to protect this note, or in other words, let himself take the knowledge of this note away from the Jedi.

When I opened it along the bookmark, the ink on the page was not completely dry. It seemed that this was the last word Shermans wrote. The handwriting was still very neat at first, but Shermans seemed to have something wrong with it. Later, his handwriting became more and more scribbled, and there were even large patches of blood covering the paper.

Lorenzo felt a little pressure. The Demon Hunter of the Protestant Mission had been thrown away by him, and he was sitting on the speeding train. He was already very safe, but as he read Shermans' handwriting, it was weird. The sense of crisis gradually fell on him.

   "Who is...what is it?"

  Demons are a very special thing. Even so many years, the knowledge accumulated by the hunting sect is difficult to get a good overview of them.

But to put it simply, a monster is an extremely powerful creature, with outstanding power and speed, terrifying vitality, and bloodthirsty desire, but in the final analysis it is just a powerful creature, but when it comes to erosion The horror of the demon ushered in a qualitative change.

Every monster is a source of pollution that carries erosion. The weird pressure will make a person go crazy until it becomes an abomination like a monster. If the conditions are right, as long as there is a wide enough range of high-intensity erosion, the entire city can be destroyed. The people are transformed into demons.

This is also the reason why human beings cannot fight against demons even if they have mastered technology. Swords and gunfire can easily destroy demons, but they cannot kill the invisible erosion, and the invisible erosion can penetrate the solid armor and sap reason. Drag into the abyss of madness.

  Therefore, the demon hunters of the demon hunting sect, the high-ranking knights who cleansed the organization... these people who have been experimented or blessed by alchemy drugs and have resistance to erosion have appeared, and they have become the main force against demons.

  As the steam engine set off the Industrial Revolution, mankind no longer lacks weapons to fight against demons, but lacks the intellect that is not engulfed by erosion and can face despair.

  Lorenzo grabbed the notes, trying to keep every character firmly in his mind. The more he reads, the more he can feel the fear of seeing the truth.

  The wind and rain became cold, and heavy rain and fog surrounded the train. Except for the lonely railway below and the endless green fields around, there was nothing left.

  Lorenzo stretched out his hand, he squeezed the nail sword tightly and hugged it in his arms. It was clear that there were no enemies around, but it seemed that this would bring him a little sense of security.

  Vaguely, it seemed that Shermans' old voice could be heard again, and he was chanting while writing the terrible truth.

  "How are the strengths of demons distinguished?

  Due to erosion, even after nearly a thousand years, we still haven't established a sufficiently detailed classification of demons... It is possible that we have tried in the past, but just like the knowledge lost due to erosion, they have not been passed down.

  However, despite this, the general type is recorded in the Demon Hunter's Order. According to the type and specific effect of the demon, it is named Wei Ju Cao, Nightmare Fantasy...

  But this is just a kind, and there is no specific individual strength or weakness. Some demons are very common and can be easily killed, while some demons are very powerful and difficult to defeat.

  They wanted to distinguish the monsters according to their size and strength, but I think they should be graded according to the strength of erosion.

  Yes, the intensity of erosion. After all, this invisible spiritual infiltration is the most terrifying root of demons. Sometimes I even think that their monster flesh is just a shell. The truly terrifying thing is that crazy will. "

  I don't know if it was sweat or rain. There was a crystal clear liquid sliding across Lorenzo's forehead. He wiped it. It was such a cold weather, but he felt extremely hot.

  Lorenzo looked around in a panic. After realizing that he was the only person here, he was a little relieved, but only after that did he realize the ridiculous behavior he had just done.

  What are you afraid of?

Lorenzo looked down at the notes. There was no sense of erosion. The book was not contaminated, but just like the well-known cognitohazard, the more Lorenzo reads, the more disturbed he will feel. The disturbed feeling comes from intuition. Wild instinct warned him.

what on earth is it?

  Lorenzo couldn't help awakening the secret blood, and the tyrannical power rushed in his veins.

It takes a time for the witcher to awaken the secret blood. When the secret blood is not awakened, the witcher is only stronger than ordinary people. But when the secret blood is constantly awakened, the forbidden power is given. With this body, beyond the critical value, it is moving towards demonization.

  This is a very dangerous process, so every witcher will wake up the secret blood according to the strength of the enemy, instead of raising it to the limit as soon as a battle begins.

   "What's even more strange is that the demons we have encountered over the years are all made of humans, yes, that's right.

  So far...at least in my cognition, we have not encountered a pure monster, the [primitive monster], so does it mean that the [primordial monster] born from the natural world does not exist?

If you think about it from this perspective, it seems that the struggle with demons for thousands of years is actually the killing of humans. Some strange power alienated human beings into demons, and then this demons transformed more humans into demons. , So we drew our swords to each other.

  Rather than saying that a monster is a name for a creature or an unknown, it is better to understand it as some kind of... plague?

Just like the Black Death that once ravaged Inervig, one day in the past, a disease called the demon broke out. It spread and swept the entire world. We hid in the dark and resisted weakly because of the erosion. Existence, the information about it has been forgotten, in the end, we even forgot the original appearance of the monster, we are accustomed to this world of monsters. "

In the end, Shermans' handwriting had become scribbled symbols. Lorenzo could barely recognize the words, but then he suddenly discovered that countless scribbled symbols formed a strange form on the entire page. A cumbersome picture scroll.

  Lorenzo doesn’t think that when Shermans writes these, he uses his handwriting to draw and paints, which is more like he was influenced by something in the process of writing.

  In the career of the Demon Hunter, Lorenzo encountered this situation. A group of eroded guys saw crazy hallucinations and thought they were favored by God.

"But... is this theory really correct? If the [primordial demon] does not exist, then what is the root of the concept of demon [Holy Grail] that we have captured? And what was the reason at the time that made them think [Holy Grail] ] Is it the root of all demons?"

The following text has lost its basic logic. Lorenzo can now vaguely feel the madness of Shermans at that time. He seems to be maintaining the final reason. The words written are fragmentary. What do you think of? Write what.

  "If this is really a plague, then who is [Patient Zero] that caused all this? [Original Demon]? Or the so-called [Holy Grail]...

  No, something is wrong. If you look at it this way, even if the current demon hunters expand by more than ten times with the spreading power of demons, we can’t stop the flood of demons... Something is limiting the number of demons...

  Everything should have a beginning source, but I can't find it, I can't find the source, I can't find the source of the story..."

  Lorenzo's eyes tightened, and his heart beat violently. After reading the last scribbled handwriting, he slowly closed the note, and then carefully put it into his arms.

  He released the nail sword, wiped the cold sweat from the palm of his hand, and held it firmly again.

  In such a short period of time, Lorenzo felt like he had gone through a terrifying storm. His cognition of the world and demons was torn apart, and then he made up again.

  The world is far from being as simple as it seems.

   "So... will I die in some strange accident next? Or is there a **** monster that appears out of thin air and bites me to death?"

  The secret blood rose, Lorenzo kicked the door open, and the cargo was dragged by the strong wind to the rear. The cold rain poured into the car, and the whistling wind kept ringing in his ears.

  Lorenzo still remembers Shermans’ death at the time, as he said in the last paragraph of his notes.

Shermans Borgia is not such an outstanding person. He can have his status today. Apart from his belief in God, it is only the power left over from the family helping him, even a mediocre person like this. After discovering these historical doubts, how could the great sages fail to discover them?

  No, they found out, but they all died after they found out.

This is the last word in Shermans's notes. He believes that there is some unknown barrier that restricts us and restricts everyone's exploration of the truth in the world. All people who touched it are dead, so Shermans is going. Warned myself so solemnly before death.

   "Knowledge is cursed..."

Lorenzo looked around vigilantly. If what Sherman believed was true, then Lorenzo had touched the unknown barrier, the boundary of human cognition, as he touched those sleeping things Woke up.

  Darkness scrolled slowly in a corner he couldn't see, it seemed that some entity was about to emerge from the darkness, but then all these seemingly weird changes came to a halt.

  Lorenzo was a little puzzled, but this actually happened. The feeling of extreme anxiety was dissipating, as if the death gods suddenly gave up hunting Lorenzo.

  The train broke through the endless rain curtain, a huge gray silhouette appeared at the end of the horizon, and the old Dunling was in front of his eyes.

  Lorenzo felt a little surprised. He sat on the edge of the carriage and looked at the endless wilderness. The gloomy clouds seemed to connect the sky and the earth.

  The train took Lorenzo away, but left something disturbing.

  Heavy rain pours on the earth, and in the thousands of rain streams, one can barely perceive the falling of the raindrops as if they were distorted by something invisible.

  They stood on the rails and looked at each other. Under the majestic rain curtain, they outlined two disturbing shapes in the air.

"Who are you?"

  There is a voice in the void.

  "When the emptiness has a substance, it can interfere with matter, but in the same way, it can also be interfered with if it has a substance..."

  The other person did not answer the voice question, but just muttered to himself, seeming to confirm the current situation.

   "You... are not ‘us’, how is this possible?"

  The voice in the emptiness sounded again, this time it looked very confused and very disturbed.

And the person still did not answer it. The person was silent. Under the rain curtain, the two ghostly existences were vigilant to each other until the next moment there was a rapid drum beat, which was the sound of heart beating, under this lonely rain curtain. Two invisible hearts beating violently.

The horrible erosion detonated everything in a moment. That invisible force swept the entire world. It pulled the torrential rain and wind, and gathered into a storm. Under this force, the earth collapsed. Fresh grass and soil were like being cut by an invisible sword. Turned up, the steel rails danced like a snake, and finally fixed into a twisted appearance.

  The unknown power came to kill Lorenzo, and everyone who touched the border would have this fate, but this time the **** of death who died was blocked, and the block came from another **** of death.

  The unknown beyond the unknown fought here, a more violent impact emerged, and then the entire storm that had just emerged collapsed.

  Everything is so obtrusive, it was a doomsday-like scenery just now, but now everything is gone, the heavy rain is still falling, but this time there are no shadows that are invisible like ghosts under the rain.

  (End of this chapter)