Ember Gun

  Chapter 427 The Emperor of Ten Thousand Emperors

  In the glorious church, among the flickering candles, two figures face each other, like beasts meeting in a narrow road, and no one wants to retreat.

  Watson had thought about everything she might have encountered here, but it was clear that the existing changes completely broke her thinking.

  The new pope stood unsuspectingly in front of him, his head slightly stretched out, his voice was provocative.

  "Who are you anyway?"

  Watson asked, this was one of the many mysteries of the man in front of him.

No one would have thought that the final divine crown would fall into the hands of such a mysterious person. All information on the new pope would be zero, and it would be impossible to trace his past. He just appeared in the history of the gospel church out of thin air. Among.

  "Me? Seni Lotaire, the new pope of the Evangelical Church, how about you?"

  The new pope saw that Watson had no intention of fighting, so he straightened up and picked up the fallen spike sword.

   "I mean under your mask, who is under this iron face?"

   Watson asked in a deep voice.

The distance between the two is very short, Watson can completely try to [interval] invade the new pope, but she hesitated, she did not dare to do so, the previous intelligence showed that the new pope had fought the silent one more than once, and every time He survived once.

  Perhaps...Perhaps this is a guy even more terrifying than Lawrence. Watson doesn't know how much he knows about the power Gabriel. She needs to be more vigilant, at least not to attack rashly now.

   "Under the mask?"

  The new pope touched the cold mask, and then laughed.

  "This is another question, guest."

  He shook his nail sword and danced a few beautiful sword flowers, and then gave way to the road. The dark gate of heaven has long been opened, like a wild beast with its fangs wide open, waiting for people to step in.

  “But before I answer this question, it’s better to let me go to another place to talk. After all, this place is so sacred. Telling the sinful things here is somewhat disrespectful.”

  The new pope made a "please" gesture.

   Watson did not hesitate too much. When she arrived here, she made all the preparations. Too many people have already made sacrifices for that lofty ideal.

  She stepped into the darkness, followed by the new pope.

   A slight friction sounded in the darkness, and the old air was mixed with dust. Watson could feel that he was being swallowed by the darkness little by little, falling into the endless abyss.

  She and the new pope each occupied a corner, Watson's voice sounded in the silence, she asked again.

   "Who are you under the mask?"

"Hold on……"

  The voice of the new pope came from the other end of the darkness. He actually took off his mask and picked up a cigarette, which lit up in the dim light.

  This is a very strange feeling, as if the new pope did not regard Watson as an enemy from the beginning, or that he did not think Watson would attack him.

  In this way, he took a cigarette leisurely, the narrow space was full of smoke, and Watson smelled a difference.

  "Don’t worry, this cigarette is okay, but it has some...paralyzing effects. I usually use this to relieve pain, but the effect will decline if I smoke too much, so I will order one only at this time."

  The new pope said slowly, his habit reminded Watson of Lorenzo, and that guy liked to do everything in tobacco.

   "Ah... don’t you think it’s great? Falling from heaven to hell, here is the manifested ‘fall’, like a ritual."

   His hoarse laughter sounded in the darkness.

   Watson did not speak. What she occupies was Anthony's body, and this body was full of secret blood, and she also enjoyed the power of this body.

She tried to peep through the darkness with the vision of the witcher, but no matter how Watson stared at the dim light of tobacco, she could not see the face of the pope fresh, as if there was a cloud of invisible darkness, sticky and bloated. .

   "It's so comfortable..."

  The new pope rarely speaks so much. In the eyes of everyone, he is a silent tyrant. He prefers to use actions to show his thoughts rather than words.

"This feeling of paralyzing my nerves can make me wake up briefly from the ocean of pain, but it is a pity that sooner or later I will develop resistance to it. The things in this world that can ease my pain will only become more and more. few."

  The new pope did not put on the steel mask, but put it aside, Watson felt the new pope’s gaze in the dark.

  "I will answer your questions, and you must answer my questions, can you?"

"Um."

  Wason thought for a moment, then replied in a low voice.

   "Is Lorenzo Medici dead?"

   asked the new pope.

  The darkness was silent for a while, and Watson decided to give this answer, putting a stop to this long death.

"he died."

   "Wow, I thought he was still alive, after all, he is so terrible."

The new pope was surprised by this answer. In fact, in his conjecture, he felt that the strange ghost controlling Anthony was Lorenzo Medici, but he did not expect that the old man who kept him on guard would die. NS.

   "How did he die? When?"

  "Killed by the Silent, many years ago, died in the night of Holy Prophet." Watson replied.

   "Is that so?"

  The new pope lit another cigarette in the darkness. For some reason, the sinking was so long, as if it couldn't touch the bottom.

   "Lorenzo Medici, I thought he would acquire the power named Gabriel, so it seems that he failed?"

  The new pope analyzed the information, and he did not make any cover up, and he told directly in front of Watson.

   "Your reaction was cold...so did he succeed?"

  His eyes fell on Watson again, and she was accurately captured in the darkness.

   "Inheritor? I didn't expect that such a guy would choose to give up in the end. No, this is in line with Lorenzo Medici's style. In order to achieve the goal, he will use whatever means, even if it is to sacrifice himself."

  Watson seemed transparent in front of the new pope. He could easily find what he wanted from the fragmented words, integrating the existing information, and a brand new story appeared before his eyes.

"You know Lorenzo Medici and his death, so you are also his faction, right? You are his crystallization, mastering this inhuman power... Are you his successor? "

  The new pope continued to ask questions.

  Watson shook her head. She could have not answered the question of the new pope, but she still said it, a little lonely and expectant in her voice.

   "I am not that successor."

   "Then what about the successor? I think it's the successor who came to me in this situation, not you." The new pope said.

   "No need, anyone can do this kind of thing."

  While talking, Watson's face appeared in front of 042. Whether it was him, or himself, 047, everyone became totally unrecognizable under the change of time.

"He is a poor fellow, destined to be on the path of destruction," Watson said hesitantly. "He is a demon, a demon who has not been defeated by the malice of the world. I just hope that he can do better before he loses his mind completely. Feel the beauty of the world a lot."

   "So you are taking this responsibility for him? It's funny..."

  The new pope analyzes Watson’s psychology. He clearly sees that the enemy in front of him is so weird, but he feels like he is in control of the whole situation.

   "It seems that I don't need to explain anything else, you have already guessed everything."

  Watson looked to the other side of the darkness, the new pope was far more treacherous than she had imagined.

   "Almost, I have been preparing for too long, too long. In order to know [the truth], I almost read through the history books of the church. Even so, I still can't know the whole picture... I think you are like this."

   "So you are not afraid of me?" Watson asked.

   "Of course, I know exactly what you want when you appear before my eyes."

  The new pope was smoking a cigarette vigorously, and the faint firelight in the darkness briefly brightened.

  He is a demon hunter named "Raphael", and he is in charge of the psychedelic power of confusion. The new pope is very aware of the filthiness of the human heart and knows how to use it.

  "You are not a silent person, then you are its enemy. No one wants to let go of that kind of ghost, and you found me, I think you have only two goals left."

  He stretched out **** in the dark.

  "Find me to reach a cooperation, fight against the silent, and find [the truth]."

   "Where is the other one?"

  Laughter sounded, the new pope said.

   "Another? Killed me with a purpose that I don't know yet, but I am not afraid, I am not afraid of anyone, so I don't care what you think."

  "Is this the so-called ‘strong man’?" Watson said.

"probably."

   Before the words fell, violent erosion broke out in this small space, and at the same time, the nail sword also burst out with a sharp sword light.

  From the beginning, the two did not let go of any vigilance, and the seemingly calm conversation before was only for the purpose of arranging more intelligence.

  This attack was first launched by Watson. The mottled blade was launched at the same time as the [Gap] invasion. In Watson’s view, this was the most deadly surprise attack she could do so far.

  Mental and physical attacks at the same time.

  Only the piercing sword sound was heard, and the metal intertwined together was deafening. Accompanied by the loud explosion, the burning figure directly slammed into the elevator, breaking through the enclosed passage and falling from the top of the stagnant temple.

  During the rapid landing, the smoke was swept away, revealing the figure underneath, Watson.

  She fell from mid-air, and then steadily landed on the ground, her sword-holding hand trembling slightly, the blow just now was so heavy that she could hardly feel the presence of her arm.

   raised his head, and on the high wall, a vague figure was standing at the crack where he was hit. He calmly leaped down and landed in front of Watson.

   The roar sounded, it was the elevator that fell together. It was cut and destroyed during the short encounter, and it crashed directly into the shaft, overflowing with dust.

   "You are strong..."

  Wason panted and whispered.

  She tried to invade [Gap], but this time Watson failed to invade the new pope’s will, as if something was blocking her, like a city wall.

  His own sword attack was also resisted and countered. It seems that the new pope is still a little worried about Anthony's body, and he did not resort to full counterattack.

   "I just know the power Gabriel very well. If you understand this kind of thing, you can fight it."

  The footsteps of the new pope sounded after the smoke.

   "Then am I a proof of my strength?"

   "Who are you!"

Hua Sheng stood up abruptly. She was still trying to do something, but her movements stopped instantly. She stared at the front blankly. After the smoke was cleared, the face of the new pope was revealed.

  The steel mask was buried in the shaft along with the elevator, his appearance was completely exposed.

  It was a somewhat handsome face, but this was not what shocked Watson. She was shocked because she never thought that the person behind the mask would be him. The so-called new pope, Seni Lotaire, was actually him.

   "Raphael..."

   Watson whispered his name.

   "Do you know me, recognize this face?"

  Raphael’s reaction was even more interesting than Watson, his smile followed by ecstasy.

"I have been training my power, and I will exert this power on everyone who looks directly into my eyes, so I am a different face in everyone's eyes... But this face is my true face, Only those people have seen and knew me like this."

  Raphael looked at Watson at a loss. All this was his strategy. Under this series of designs, he had already guessed the identity of Watson.

  "Only my fellow Raphael Demon Hunters have seen me like this.

   Is that you? "

  Everything in the memory is pieced together. If anyone can survive that desperate night and master such a terrifying power, then there is only one answer left.

   "I'm so happy, 016, I didn't expect to see you alive."

  The extreme cold had hit Watson’s nerves, and she almost forgot to breathe.

   "No, it's impossible, how could it be you under the mask..."

   "Yes, it's really not this face under the mask."

  Raphael continued on Watson's words, his expression a little lonely, and the fireworks that lit up washed his cheeks.

The handsome appearance was shattered, as if the devil’s veil was being lifted, and underneath was a forbidding face, like a burning tree. The whole face was completely dry and shriveled, the gums were exposed, and the cheeks were gone. Covered, twisted scarlet flesh and blood scrolled beneath it.

  The most frightening thing is those eyes. The eyelids are already so dry and the eyeballs are exposed so directly that Raphael will never be able to close his eyes again.

Is    an illusion?

  Watson asked herself this, and then she realized that the handsome face just now was an illusion, and this is what Raphael is now.

  This hideous look.

   "No... no one can survive the terrible erosion..."

  Watson still couldn't believe it. In that night, everyone turned into a monster, longing for blood and killing.

   "Yes, no one can survive, but I am different. I am a strong person. I am better than everyone."

  Raphael’s voice was calm, but it was like a monster's roar in Watson’s ears. She looked at the bloodshot eyes that could not rest. She suddenly remembered the teaching from Raphael a long time ago.

The man in front of him once said that Might Raphael is a terrifying force. It can manipulate hallucinations at will, making people fall into it, but the same will make the demon hunter addicted to it, so he wants to dominate it. This strength requires an extremely strong and firm will, no matter what kind of illusion you face, you can recall your name and mind.

"I should be damned. The erosion has already taken effect on my body. I am turning into that abominable monster...but we all know that erosion is a consideration of our will. If we fall into it, we will be Alienated into that terrible monster."

  Raphael held the spiked sword, with a grinning smile on his dry face.

  This is not injury but erosion. His body is alienating, and Raphael is turning into a demon little by little, but the process of such alienation has lasted for a long time, and today it has not been able to defeat Raphael after so many years.

   "I am strong, indestructible, even in the face of the erosion of [Holy Grail], it cannot shake my will."

A brilliant shimmer rose from Raphael’s head. It was a crown of thorns woven from holy silver. The sharp horns pierced deeply under the scalp, leaving behind a trail of healing and torn. Cracked scar.

  He held the nail sword, like a dead man returning from that far hell.

   "016, Raphael is dead, what you see now is the new pope, called the new pope of Seni Lotaire."

   "The Emperor of Ten Thousand Emperors!"

  Sene Lotel stretched out his hand as he spoke, with a disturbing smile on his horrible face.

   "Would you like to call me Mianxia?"

  (End of this chapter)