Ember Gun

  Chapter 322 Angel

Something in the air seems to be creeping slightly, it is invisible, but as it moves, it brings up heavy ripples, affecting the surrounding things, so that when human eyes are concentrating, they can barely distinguish. Outline it.

  The priest looked at the blank space ahead with some palpitation. Above the empty void, he could see the silhouette that looked like a human, as if it were a ghost.

As one of the very few left behind in the Temple of Silence, responsible for the maintenance of this huge remains, the priest has long been accustomed to all the weirdness in this Temple of Silence. After all, some people once said that this is the origin of the demon hunter. It is here that the Gospel Church has extracted secret blood and launched a counterattack war against demons.

  These are stories like myths, but the priest doesn’t know much about him. He is not high in the evangelical church, otherwise he would not be transferred to this deadly place.

He retreated restlessly, until he leaned against the ancient stone pillar, and there were many such pillars under this huge space, one after another, supporting the dome, and extending into the endless darkness at the end. .

As an ordinary person, it is very difficult to live in the Temple of Silence. The new pope does not seem to want the news here to spread. Since being transferred here, the priest has never left, and sometimes he even feels that he is dead. , Was buried deep in this deep underground.

  But all the things he has encountered before and what he has encountered now are simply not worth mentioning.

He tried to calm his breath, but the heart was beating violently. The priest could clearly see the dust falling from the darkness above his head, and he could clearly see that the dust that was free-falling seemed to be falling. What happened, the trajectory of the falling was slightly distorted, and a strange human figure was outlined in the air.

  Weird like a ghost.

He drew a dagger from under his robe. This was a weapon prepared by the new pope for them. The blade was plated with a small amount of holy silver. It was said to be used by the priests for self-defense, but in fact they all knew that if there was one. The so-called weird appearance, these priests were unable to resist, their spirits tightened to the extreme, but the vague ghost disappeared in the next second.

  It's like a sudden collapse in the air, returning to nothingness.

   hallucinations? Or something else?

The priest was also in a trance, but then a sense of suffocation surged into his heart. It seemed that something had strangled his throat and made him unable to even scream. He struggled hard, but the resistance was meaningless, his face gradually Becoming iron blue, and finally as if dead, lowered his head, half leaning on the stone pillar.

  Such silence continued for several seconds, and the priest slowly raised his head, but his eyes showed a completely different look.

Lawrence raised his head and looked at this palace that he was so familiar with in his memory. Seeing that it was now dilapidated, he was also a little lost. It seemed that he did not expect his apostasy to be successful, nor did he expect that he could live to this point. , And even said that it almost pushed the gospel church to a dead end.

  But he didn’t come to the gospel church today because of nostalgia. He looked down at his palm. This kind of real reality made him feel very good.

  With the in-depth study of the power Gabriel, Lawrence has become more aware of the weirdness of this power.

   is not only the power to usurp the lives of others, but also its unknown operation mode, which Lawrence has never seen before...

  But today he is not here to study this. Lawrence put away the dagger he drew and moved forward in this empty and stagnant temple. He ventured here today for only one purpose.

  It was a deep dark well, as if all the light would be sucked into it, and pure darkness rolled inside.

Lawrence did not see anyone else along the way, but the Temple of Silence was like this. For so many years under the control of the Evangelical Church, it has been established as the last fortress, and has been continuously expanded and dug in the long years. Like the Cathedral of San Nalo, few people know the whole picture here, and it is possible to get lost and starve to death in it.

   Standing in front of this deep well, Lawrence had a solemn gaze. Long before he had betrayed the gospel church, in his constant exploration of the truth, he realized the weirdness of the well of sublimation.

According to the regulations of the Demon Hunter, every dead demon hunter will eventually have their body thrown into this deep well. This has been the case for thousands of years. It is hard to imagine how many corpses piled up under this deep well. It is hard to imagine that these corpses with secret blood would really die in such a peaceful way?

There are also those voices that often sound in the mind, the voices originating from the network of the heart hub. In the study of Mighty Gabriel, Lawrence can determine that the Temple of Silence is a large monster with an extreme The huge [interval], thus contacting all the demon hunters.

  The problem is that the evangelical church has done this. The more digging into the past history, the more clearly he can feel the distortion and age of the world.

   Standing on the edge of the well, looking at the solid darkness, in a short gaze, Lawrence felt his vision distorted in a trance, and the picture in front of him began to rotate, twisting together like a whirlpool, and finally swallowing himself.

  "The Well of Sublimation..."

Lawrence stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch this weird thing, but a sudden strange feeling came from his mind. It was an inexplicable sense of nausea, as if touching an invisible wall. It was resisting and rejecting itself. Enter.

There was a tingling feeling of splitting for a moment, it was clear that the body's will had been destroyed by himself, but now Lawrence felt a very clear sense of rejection, something was attacking his own will, removing himself from this body Drive away.

  He backed away abruptly, not daring to approach the Well of Sublimation rashly.

  "Don't you know? You can't get close to it. That's your restricted area."

The man’s voice sounded along with the sound of footsteps. Lawrence turned his head abruptly, but saw the mask of steel. The new pope, as usual, wore a sacred robe, a crown of honor, and a mask of steel. His eyes were obscured by the darkness.

  He stood not far from Lawrence, with a little curiosity in his voice.

   "Your actions are getting more and more confusing for me. Before, you wouldn't do these meaningless things."

The new pope recalled the previous battle with Lorenzo. He was not clear about Lorenzo’s identity, but classified him as the “things” familiar to the new pope, and those things have always been known for being efficient and cold, and they rarely do. Those superfluous things.

   His gaze gradually tightened, reminding him of the news he had previously received from the old pope. Lorenzo Medici’s plan was suspected to be successful, and the new pope seemed to realize something.

   "Medici Cardinal?" he asked softly.

  Lawrence was silent. Although this was not his body, the mortal's physique had been warned to its limit, but it was more fear in his heart.

  This is not the fear of the new pope, but the fear of those unknown mysteries.

  Too much information was revealed in just a few words.

The new pope knew that he could not touch the well of sublimation, but this was the first time Lawrence arrived here in this way. Disputes were issued with the well of sublimation.

you……

  Yes, this is reasonable. According to Lawrence’s speculation, in the history of the Gospel Church, Mighty Gabriel was sealed up for some reason, so what about the Gabriel Demon Hunter before it was sealed? Such power is far more tricky than Power Yanar, shuttles between different bodies, living in the shadow of history.

  In this way, the shells are constantly being replaced, which continues to this day...

  Excitement, fear, and complex emotions flooded into his heart. Lawrence looked at the new pope, the mysterious man who suddenly usurped the position of the pope. He was also curious about the identity of the new pope. Lawrence needed to dig out more secrets.

   "The Medici Cardinal? He is not."

   Another voice sounded, it was a woman, but under the empty dome there was only Lawrence confronting the new pope. There was no trace of the third, but they soon saw it.

  In the shadowy corner, the old dust kept falling, and the outline of the human figure was outlined in the darkness. The woman did not occupy anyone's body, but maintained the form of a ghost, and the voice sounded directly in her mind.

   "It's been a long time since the Temple of Silence has welcomed so many guests at once...the guests are still alive."

  The new pope laughed strangely. Obviously, the two people in front of him were completely different from the things he knew well. The new pope found new clues for the exploration of this world [truth].

   "So every guest came here, if it wasn't for killing me, what do you want to do?"

  The new pope is used to fighting this strange ghost, and he appears very confident.

   "Verify something." The woman said.

   "Do you seem to know a lot?"

   Lawrence asked, looking at the unrecognizable blank, the falling dust was distorted and scattered.

   "Yes, so so, but not as much as you know, is it?" The woman said with a smile.

  Lawrence's eyes are gloomy, and the words of a woman seem to mean knowing oneself, but now that he is occupying the body of another person, how can he be recognized? And on the surface, Lawrence is dead, in a death fight with Lorenzo.

   "Do you know each other?"

  The new pope found things interesting. The three people guessed each other's thoughts, trying to figure out the other's intentions.

   "In fact, we all have a ‘connection’ with each other to some extent, don’t they?"

  The woman looked at the deep black well. It was clear that she was intangible, but the two of them could feel the sight of the actual existence.

  'S eyes fell on the well of sublimation, this is the origin of the demon hunter, the origin of the secret blood.

   "It's coming."

  The woman's voice interrupted her thoughts. The new Pope and Lawrence both showed puzzled expressions, but soon the new Pope noticed the familiarity and drew out the silver nail sword, acting like a fierce tiger.

  The fierce killing intent expanded from under his body, as if a physical wave of air hit the surroundings.

  Lawrence also took out the dagger, but his fighting spirit was not high. Now he occupies only an ordinary and weak body, and being involved in such a battle has no ability to fight.

   "Can you detect them?"

   asked the new pope, this is an ability he has never seen before.

   "It's just very familiar, just like the demon hunter and the monster, we are rivals, we understand each other, and we share the same origin."

  The woman remained graceful and calm. This terrible killing intent did not affect her at all, and the violent erosion began to expand in front of the new Pope and Lawrence.

"coming!"

  In an instant, the invisible gravity distorted the surrounding space as much as possible. It was a distorted singularity with a black arc, and then in the core, invisible singularity, a lot of white bones protruded from it.

It was an arm, an arm without flesh and bones, but as it stretched out its hand out of thin air, scarlet flesh and blood began to grow along the surface of the bones. It was so fast that if the eyes were sharp enough, you could see the same muscles. Arranged, blood vessels are constantly formed and travel through it, and finally new skin will cover all this.

   seems to be some kind of taboo ritual, an invisible door is opened in this black arc, first the arms cross the door, then the head and body.

  As seen before, flesh and blood stretched out over the bones, followed by a more abominable picture.

It was a humanoid creature that appeared out of thin air, half of the body was tired bones, and the other half of the body was wrapped in flesh and blood to heal. And this "creation" continued. In just a few seconds, a living humanoid creature appeared. In front of the three people.

The newly born body seems to be a little uncomfortable, its standing posture is a bit wobbly, and the ground underneath it has been deeply sunken, that part of the ground seems to have been annihilated by the arc, or perhaps it is the one that disappeared. Part of this creature was created out of thin air.

It seemed to have gotten used to this posture, and then looked at Lawrence and the new pope with hollow eyes. The light illuminates its body. The complexion is almost sickly white, without the slightest filth. The next moment the deformed wings spread out from behind. The seemingly soft wings are still stained with viscous liquid, they are intertwined with each other, but they make a steel-like sound.

"Angel……"

  Lawrence recognized this appearance. When he completely dissolved the sacred coffin, the flowing sacred silver was soaked in a corpse similar to this one.

  But then he gritted his teeth, and Juli lowered his teeth to make noises, and blood flowed down the corners of his mouth. The pain temporarily awakened him, and then he realized that this is not a **** angel, this is the [Holy Grail].

  He seemed to have touched some terrible [truth], and all of Lawrence’s previous guesses and ideas about the [Holy Grail] were overturned in an instant.

  What is going on in all this?

  "Have you seen it too? I thought you should be of the same kind."

  The new pope looked at Lawrence and said in a relaxed tone that Lawrence’s current expression was horrified to the extreme. He thought he was calm enough, but this body could no longer bear his consciousness.

   "What the **** is going on!" Lawrence asked.

   "I want to ask you too," the new pope looked away from Lawrence, and then looked at the angel.

   "However, this is the first time I have seen how they were born."

  Sene Lotaire walked to the angel as he said, blood ran down from the palm of his hand over the slender nail sword, and then the white raging flames raged on the steel.

  The woman was still watching all this and said softly.

  "When the will of nothingness 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 unknown wings were waved vigorously, and thousands of steel voices intertwined and overlapped, curling up and rising white.

  (End of this chapter)