Ember Gun

  Chapter 366 Long Death

  Is this the feeling of death?

Obviously he was in a sea of ​​fire, but Lorenzo could not feel the hot pain. On the contrary, he was like immersed in invisible sea water, he could only feel the unspeakable coldness, and there seemed to be ice-cast vines. Entangled on his body.

This feeling is really a bit of an accident. Lorenzo is not facing death for the first time. He always wanders on the border between life and death, passing by the gods who succumb to death, before the guillotine of death falls, with a bet Everything on the table retreated.

  But it seems that Lorenzo can't get out of his body this time.

Moriarty was not dead yet. He whispered in pain in the sea of ​​fire. One hand was covering the hideous wound on his head, while the other hand picked up the nail sword and pointed randomly. He doesn't know much about swordsmanship. After losing his power, he was just an ordinary lunatic, but even if Lorenzo was beheaded and blinded, Moriarty was still unwilling to admit defeat.

  Like Lorenzo, no one would stop before he really died completely.

Lorenzo stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out the nail sword from his chest, blood gushing along the gap between steel and flesh, but gradually there was no more blood, as if this body had been completely emptied by this continuous injury Up all.

Death is a wonderful thing. Everyone has different opinions on it. According to the doctrine of the Gospel Church, death is a good thing. Believers will rise to heaven, sinners will go to hell, and some people think that death will come to another. The world, that is a lonely gray and black world, no matter which direction it is heading, it is endless gray and black, experiencing almost eternal despair.

  In Lorenzo's view, death does not have so much mythology, death is dead, there is nothing, nothing can be left, like a dream that won't wake up.

However, there is a slight difference that Lorenzo has always felt that death is a long process, not the kind of death that biology thinks. He feels that the death of the body is only the beginning of death, and when the last person who remembers the deceased also remembers it When forgotten, that is the real death and the end of death.

  No one remembers him anymore, and no one knows his past. Everything in his life has turned into nothingness and dust, as if he had never really existed more than in this world.

  Forgetting is the real death.

  Something touched him, Lorenzo gradually remembered, he could feel the violent vibration under his chest, not knowing whether it was due to happiness or fear.

  The name is a wish...

  Twisting the blade vigorously, slowly taking it out of the flesh.

  Lorenzo can't die yet, only he still remembers those people. If he dies, these poor guys will really die, even for these unlucky ghosts, Lorenzo will live.

  He is no longer the lonely demon hunter. He gradually remembered everything, everything that was deliberately concealed.

  The nail sword that pierced his chest was taken out, and Lorenzo held it so that he would not fall down due to blood loss.

  It is strange that there is a distorted fragment on the nail sword, Lorenzo's vision gradually blurred, but he can barely distinguish its appearance.

Lorenzo remembered it. This was the emblem that Arthur gave himself at the time. It was said to be a small gift from Seleu, and a gift from the Stuart family. It turned out that this thing saved him. Moriarty’s nail sword was fundamental. It didn't penetrate through his heart, it was blocked by this little thing.

  "Second chance..."

  Lorenzo whispered and stood up vigorously. Moriarty was not dead yet, the battle was not over yet, he staggered towards Moriarty.

The entire power room is constantly being burned and collapsed, but power is still being released in the core furnace, and twisted flesh and blood are crisscrossing each other. They entangled everyone, even Lorenzo and Moria. Di was not spared either.

   "Are you still alive? Lorenzo Holmos!"

Moriarty couldn't see it anymore, but he could feel Lorenzo's breath and roared loudly.

The twisted flesh and blood fell into his body. With Lorenzo's heavy blow to him, Moriarty lost the ability to control the Yanar Demon Hunter. Now this tyrannical flesh is out of control, with thick limbs. Wrapped layer by layer on the Reichenbach, covering the creation of steel with a layer of blood.

  They are like prey trapped in a spider web, devoured by an out-of-control monster.

  Lorenzo remained silent, swinging his sword feebly, cutting off the approaching flesh and blood, and the melting furnace in front of him was like a scorching sun, covered with ferocious flesh and blood, and this flesh and blood was also assimilating Moriarty little by little.

It seems that this guy really has no fighting power, and the most powerful place is just the use of power. When he loses power, Moriarty turns back to that ridiculous lunatic, and can only struggle weakly. Devoured by demons.

  This is no good, Lorenzo wants to kill him himself, but he can't let this **** monster seize the opportunity.

   moved slowly, Moriarty in flesh and blood also stopped. He heard the slight footsteps and laughed loudly.

   "You really are not dead yet!"

  He was also very happy. Moriarty was no longer visible, but this did not prevent him from moving. He tried to walk towards the footsteps, but most of his body had been restrained by the assimilation of the monster's flesh and blood.

  Without the slightest hesitation, the nail sword chopped down indiscriminately, cutting off all the flesh and blood that was bound, whether it was a monster or his own.

Repeatedly slashing, as if he could not feel the pain, in the end Moriarty pulled out the broken arm from the flesh and blood. The right leg was broken under the random slashing, and the blood flow continued. But he didn't care about this anymore. He was holding the nail sword with one arm and approaching Lorenzo a little bit. Their battle was not over yet, and no one could interfere with them before.

  The broken and stumbling figure rose up in the sea of ​​fire.

   "I start to think you are a real lunatic."

   Lorenzo said with some appreciation.

  Under the sea of ​​fire, the hideous figure burst out laughing.

   "This is a terrible world. I can't correct it, so I can only let it correct me."

  The two slowly approached, like desperadoes who were desperate, holding the only sword in their hands, and stubbornly pulling out the sword, just for one after another somewhat ridiculous reason.

  The sound of the sword stirred the spark and rolled into a burning trajectory.

Unsurprisingly, Moriarty’s swordsmanship was terrible. Lorenzo’s blade avoided his swing and cut off his only arm with one blow. The blood was flying, and the broken arm was holding the nail tightly. The sword sank into the fire.

   "I won, Moriarty."

   Lorenzo said softly, but he saw it shortly afterwards.

  Above the blood-stained face, and under the huge scar that almost cut the head, a faint fire light was shining in the deep darkness.

   Moriarty’s smile gradually became sullen, which was a move that Lorenzo had used.

   "I learned quickly, right? Lorenzo Holmos."

  As early as Lorenzo cut his eyes, Moriarty captured Lorenzo, he has been showing weakness, and launched a fatal blow at this last moment.

  Power Raphael.

  The phantoms overlapped, and the slashed arm turned into countless sparks, and then another sword stabbed. With Lorenzo's voice, Moriarty judged his position.

  A sharp sword light descended on Lorenzo’s throat, but after the extreme cold, it couldn’t get another inch.

   Moriarty is dead.

  In fact, Lorenzo could not judge whether he was dead or alive. In this burning sea of ​​fire, everyone's figure was twisted and ferocious, like a ghost struggling in hell.

Lorenzo couldn’t see his face clearly, but he could see countless tentacles running through his body. This madman who had been manipulating others was finally manipulated by others, and the twisted flesh and blood will grow at the last moment. He swallowed again.

  So did you win?

  I thought it would be some earth-shattering battle, but in the end it was two very embarrassed guys fighting together ridiculously, and until the end there was no victory or defeat.

  Because Lorenzo is also dead, at least he thinks so.

   Countless tentacles also penetrated his body, stopping his sword attack that should have cut Moriarty's head in midair.

The fireworks surging in the next moment swallowed the entire power room, and the brutal growth of flesh and blood finally broke through the shackles of steel. From the perspective of the heading dawn, you can clearly see that the huge airbag is also covered with fleshy vines. , With countless broken limbs and corpses mixed in.

  Lorenzo's consciousness gradually became chaotic. After the endless heat, there was a deep sea cold. He heard someone calling himself, so he opened his eyes.

  ……

042 opened his eyes on the deck. He was wet. It was not that he fell into the sea and was just picked up. Instead, he was smeared with smears of blood, his own blood mixed with the blood of others. , Has spread to the other end of the deck.

  He was very tired, holding the broken nail sword, and raising his head.

  It was a beautiful night sky, extremely clear, the stars and the shining moon hung high on it, across the entire night sky, and the hazy white light fell, shrouding the sea like a curtain.

   "It's so beautiful..."

042 Can’t help sighing, after living for so long, this may be the place where he has been the furthest away from Feilengcui. He is very happy. Of course, the happier is the next thing. In a few days and nights, he will be able to Seeing the city rising at the end of the sea level, he will come to a new land and start a new life.

  As 047 often said to myself, in that place called Jiudunling, there is a whole new life waiting for me.

  Even if he imagined these, 042 would feel good for a while, he even thought it would be nice to just think about that beautiful land and die under this beautiful night sky.

  Yes, this kind of funeral is really good for me.

   Slowly raised his hand, the blood has completely soaked his palm.

Now he is in a very bad state. In the fierce battle just now, in order to kill the demonized demon hunters, he was severely injured. You can see obvious wounds on the abdomen. The bones and internal organs are clearly visible. Blood gushes out.

042 is already powerless to fight, and the heavy gunfire on this fleeing ship continued. At first there was the sound of sword blades and roars, but as the gunfire continued to sound, those voices gradually disappeared. There was a monotonous gunfire, and finally the gunfire disappeared.

  Someone was walking towards 042. He was wearing a cracked armor, holding a short-handled shotgun in his hand, and the barrel was still stained with blood.

  As he moved forward, the armor on his body was also falling off one by one, and he fell to the ground, revealing the scarred body.

  He silently came to 042's side, leaning against the wall and slowly sitting with 042.

  "All solved?" 042 asked.

   "Hmm." He replied, "The out-of-control demon hunters have been dealt with. They are just corpses that have not yet cooled down."

  "What should I do next?" 042 asked again.

  The man was silent for a long time, then smiled.

"Just as we decided before, head to Inervig, to Old Dunling. Now Fei Lengcui is in a mess. They don’t have the energy to come to us. As long as we change into a new name, we will be like a Live like ordinary people."

   "Sounds so good..."

  042 said softly.

   "Actually thinking about it now, freedom is really heavy, isn't it?"

Since this burning night, 042 has been fighting continuously, killing one after another, one after another, and one after another. He and the man came out from the place of seven hills and broke through the Templar Knights. Surrounded by, they snatched the departing ship and thought they had survived, but their companions fell into madness one by one.

  Killing constantly, killing enemies, killing companions, until he kills himself.

   "However, we at least got it, 042. You never thought about it, right? We can really leave Fei Lengcui one day and do what we want to do freely."

  The man also raised his head and looked at the beautiful night sky.

   "Hmm... It's just a pity, 016 can't see these anymore."

  The man's expression dropped again, his gray-blue eyes with sadness.

  042 also froze slightly, and he was also very sad. He wanted to comfort the man, but he couldn't say anything when he reached his lips. After a long time, he said helplessly.

   "What a bad night..."

  On the way to escape, the two had exchanged information, those things that happened in the Silent Temple, and those things that happened in the dry well.

  Many people died tonight, familiar demon hunters, those big men in high positions.

   "So I was thinking, if the so-called golden age really came, it would be great, there will be no demons, 016 will not die, and these bad things will not happen." 042 said.

  "Golden age...sounds really good," the man said with joy, "but don't think about that, 042, our new life is close at hand, think about those beautiful things."

  "Good things, I actually don’t know what I should do when I get to Old Dunling. You know, I’m a bit boring."

  042 talked and laughed, the silent deck was full of corpses, and it sailed silently under the solemn world.

   "It's better to be my assistant," the man said.

  "Are you really going to open an office?"

   "Of course, how many times have I said that I am going to open a detective agency. With our physique and ability as a demon hunter, we will make a lot of money."

   "Sounds pretty good."

   "This is natural!"

  The man was very confident in himself, but then he sank again and asked a little serious.

   "But... what do you want to do yourself? 042, this is my wish, not yours."

"my wish?"

   "Yeah, what do you want to do? 042, everyone has something attached to it, those things that support us to live, what is the desire to support you?"

  042 fell silent, his eyes a little hollow.

  (End of this chapter)