Ember Gun

  Chapter 435 The Prologue of the Doomsday

After the dim sunlight was hidden in the clouds and fog, the setting sun dyed the entire sky into a hot bright red. The light shone on the earth, as if blood had been smeared on it, and at the other end of the earth, darkness was approaching, and it shuddered. Like a giant beast, bit by bit cannibalize the human land.

The noise on the theater square is still constant. Under the deliberate operation of certain forces, the conflict in the marginal area has become more and more intense, but it is more the sound of pious prayers. The sound converges into a sea tide, which flips and stirs. Countless candles were also piled up around, and the melted wax oil covered the ground, like solidified blood.

The Inervig Royal Orchestra has settled in the Yega Theatre, and all the audience have already been seated. Lennet stood on the stage, with a spirit that he had never had before. Under the spotlight, his face was overflowing with unstoppable energy. Smile.

  He saluted the dark auditorium, and then turned to look at his orchestra. Everyone had found their place, but he frowned slightly. He could not find Lorenzo and others.

  Lennett still remembers the words at the time, Lorenzo is a rich man who loves music extremely, he is willing to support himself, provided that he is allowed to perform together...at least let him act together as a member of the orchestra and appear on the stage.

  He made a compromise and allowed Lorenzo to pose on the stage, but not to disturb the orchestra by making a sound. There were a few chairs in the corner prepared for Lorenzo, and they should be there.

Could it be that……

  Lennett looked at the auditorium again, and the joy in his heart boiled again.

   Could it be that his stubbornness and love for music touched Lorenzo and made this eccentric rich man give up participating? Then he must be looking at himself in the dark auditorium at this moment.

Thinking of this, Lennet bowed to the dark auditorium again, and when he got up again, the temperament of the whole person had changed. He was like a general, determined and steady, waving his baton, just like waving Holding the banner, commanding his thousands of troops.

   What follows is a melody that rises slowly.

Like a long-sleeping ancient thing, finally awakening today after countless years, it made a low and melodious sound, rising from the sleeping underground, driving the broken soil, overturning the dense jungle, until the sky is covered. The shadow of the sun replaced the sky.

  It seems that there are countless horns playing along with it, and the complicated melody overlaps.

  The deepness gradually turned into a long calm. I don't know how long it took Lennet to shatter the silence.

  In an instant, there was a high-pitched scream that broke the melodiousness, cutting away all the primitive things like a sharp sword, and also cutting everyone's eardrums vigorously, like the bell that awakened from dreams.

  It was like a signal of war. The orchestra was pulling the strings and blowing the horns. In an instant, the golden horse broke free from the shackles of the music and rushed towards the face. The sonorous iron cavalry and the sword fought together.

  This ancient building could not accommodate such a war. The sound spread to the theater square. The tune of the war was mixed with the tidal wave of prayer, and everyone in the theater square felt it.

  War and faith, the cruel sacredness.

Eve and Kestrel marched in the crowded crowd. They put on the orthodox robes, and under this loose robes was Eve’s violin box. The violin in it had already been thrown away. The rifle modified by the perpetual pump was disassembled and placed in it, and she was looking for a suitable location to kill the pope.

   "The show...began."

  Kestrel stopped suddenly. He listened to the vast melody and the prayer of the ocean tide. He couldn't help but look towards the end of the heaven and the earth. Under the setting sun, a sense of sacredness surged in the heart of the Kestrel.

  As if something is coming, under the holy prayer, the burning sky is like heaven descending, and it seems that the next moment there will be an angel waving a fire sword to bring cleansing to this world.

   "Then Lorenzo's actions have begun, right?"

  Eve didn’t care too much about this, she stood on tiptoe vigorously, and after a lot of figures, she picked a position. Although it was a little far away, it seemed that there was still enough time.

  She still remembers Lorenzo’s plan. The explosion sounded and she would shoot the Pope in the riot.

   "Probably, I hope everything goes well."

The Kestrel withdrew his gaze and protected the petite Eve. They avoided their gazes as much as possible. Fortunately, these orthodox believers were very pious. Everyone bowed their heads in prayer, and no one paid any attention to them. .

  This is the moment of communication between morning and evening, day and night are under the same sky, in the gap of this day.

  Lighting the lights. People have packed their clothes and came to the streets to perform his day’s work, but today’s work is a bit strange. He lit the gas street lamp, but this time the street lamp fire was much more violent than usual...

  No...This is no longer a question of violent violentness. A pillar of fire rushed out of the pipe, and the lampshade was burned red by the flames in a blink of an eye.

  The lamplighter realized a little bit of something wrong, and carefully recalled his work experience, but he had never encountered such a thing. He backed slowly, and then he heard it.

  It was a ticking sound, like something flowing...like a drop of water.

   lowered his head, he saw it.

  At the bottom of the lamp post, the black water that did not know where it came from was slowly overflowing, with an unknown death.

  The lighter didn't even think about it, turned around and fled, and at the same time he yelled loudly and asked others to evacuate the place.

  ……

  Curry took a deep breath. I have to say that at this moment, he is more or less under pressure. After all, within this day, he will accomplish two feats.

He hasn't felt this way for a long time. As the director of the Iron Law Bureau, there are few things in the world that can arouse his emotions. Therefore, after a long time, he has gradually become numb until this day comes. .

  Curry’s heart beat hard after a long time, and the sound was so loud, like a war drum, the cold body surface became hot again, as if he had regained his youth.

   gazed at the position of the door. He sat behind the long table. There were several guards beside him, and everyone was armed with weapons.

  Although Haibod's letter is very sincere, he has never relaxed his vigilance against the Viking nations. Sometimes Curry himself felt that these things went too smoothly, and the smoothness made him feel uneasy.

  At this time, a knock on the door sounded, and along with the melody played in the theater below, a familiar person opened the door.

  "Long time no see, Curry."

Irene pushed open the door, and at first glance she saw Curry, who was once the "father". Her emotions were a bit complicated, but her face was extremely calm, as if she already knew the future, no matter what happened. Let her be at a loss.

   "Irene?"

  Curry obviously didn't expect to see Irene here. He was calm on the surface, but the hand hidden out of sight had already grasped the handle of the gun.

  Eileen walked into the room, and at the same time Lorenzo behind her was also revealed. Only then did Curry notice that Eileen was being pointed at by a gun, after which Hybold slowly walked into the room.

   "Hello, Curry Ferret."

  Hibald stepped forward and sat opposite Curry, while Lorenzo followed him like a little brother, holding Irene behind him.

   "I heard that your Iron Law Bureau was hunting her, it's a meeting ceremony."

Hybbod took a look at Irene. Although he didn’t know exactly what was going on with Lorenzo’s script, the matter was already here. Hybbod didn’t have much time to entangle this. He looked very entertaining and talked about it. And talk.

   "Oh? Things got interesting."

  Curry looked at Haibod, his eyes drifted to Irene's face again.

  His expression changed slightly, and something unexpected happened.

   "I think this is not just a hostage exchange, right?"

   Facing Curry’s question, a disguised smile appeared on Haibod’s face, his hand reached into his arms, and then he took out a potion.

The crystal-clear red liquid rolled slowly in the glass container. It was like a fire of liquid, exuding fiery temptation. The moment Currie looked directly at the potion, he could clearly feel his heart beating violently, beside him. The guards had the same reaction, as if Haibod was holding a treasure of the world in his hand, robbing everyone of their eyes.

  Secret blood.

   "Our Viking nations are also very curious about this power. I think we can cooperate further."

  Hybod placed the secret blood on the table, and the magic it carried was still continuously interfering with the will of mortals.

  Curry's gaze was a little lost, but it soon became clear, and he smiled helplessly.

Although there have been some changes in things, Curry feels more at ease. He has never believed that the Viking Congress has compromised so easily. He even suspected that the Haibod peace talks were just fake. For this reason, he is here. The guards and the monsters of the choir were arranged.

  But now Curry believes in the sincerity of Hyboard.

  This is what a king should do. He should not be easily threatened by the lives of his children. The only thing that can make him succumb is the desire for power.

  The Viking nations also want the power of secret blood. This is the real purpose of Haibod's peace talks.

   "Huh? In this case, I have to think about it."

  Curry did not consider this aspect. In fact, the choir has always been managed by Lawrence, he just knows that this power exists.

  Sometimes he also yearns for the power of secret blood, so that he will get rid of his decaying body and regain his youth. Perhaps after ingesting secret blood, Curry will have the opportunity to witness the destruction of the gospel church with his own eyes.

  But in the end Curry gave up.

  He is not sure whether there is a **** in this world, but he knows another thing...

  There is a devil in this world.

  The secret blood is an invitation letter from the devil. To this day, Curry is unwilling to sell his soul to these devils who have fallen into the Jedi.

  "This matter is not in a hurry. After today, we have time to negotiate about the secret blood."

  Hyboard took the initiative to avoid the conversation.

  Everything went smoothly, just as Lorenzo taught him on the road. Under this deliberate inducement, Curry has been perfectly deceived, and the next thing is what they should do.

   "So, where is Ivar?"

  Hibald asked.

   "Yvar?"

  Curry’s heartbeat was a bit fast. He looked at the wall on one side and was about to say the location of Ivar. He suddenly realized something and held back his words.

  He watched vigilantly at Hybbod and the secret blood placed on the table.

  Curry has always been a cunning guy. As the Director of the Iron Law Bureau, he is good at conspiracy and weirdness, but at the moment he felt a chill of conspiracy.

  The transaction has not been concluded yet, but he almost revealed the position of Ivar, which is not in line with his own style.

  I...was affected by the secret blood.

  Curry's thoughts were fast, he looked at the guests from the Viking countries in front of him.

  Hyboard did this on purpose? Let secret blood affect your mind? Confusing your own judgment? Or did he do it unintentionally?

  Curry is not clear, but soon his eyes are attracted by another person.

  The man standing behind Irene, holding a gun against her head.

who is he? If he suddenly turned his gun to him, would he have a chance to avoid shooting?

no no……

  How could he allow someone to meet him with a weapon, even if he was holding Irene abducted.

  Suddenly Curry smelled the blood in the air.

  Curry thought about too many things in a short period of time. As the emperor in the dark, he never trusted anything, but everything that existed broke his routine.

  Curry realized that this is a trap.

From the very beginning, I fell into the trap of Haiboard, and the heavy information disrupted my own judgment. The appearance of Irene, the peace talks with Haiboard, and the secret blood that disturbed the mind were all laid out from the very beginning. It has already started, so that I have overlooked the most critical thing.

"Who are you?"

  Curry looked behind Hybbod, and he stared at Lorenzo in the shadows.

"Who are you?"

   he asked again.

  The cold, nameless chill wrapped around her body like a vine, along the spine all the way up, until it completely wrapped the heart.

  This is a somewhat absurd plan, and Currie couldn’t think that someone would dare to do it. Haibod is just a disguise. This guy who has been silent in the shadows represents the will of the Viking nations.

"I?"

  Lorenzo cried out inwardly.

  In general, Lorenzo’s plan is actually perfect.

In Irene’s memory, he saw Curry, a violent and suspicious person. If he acted according to the original plan, after the treaty was signed, fighting would break out. Lorenzo would tear up the treaty and take Ivar away. In the meantime, it was impossible to be aware of the flaw by Currie, so Lorenzo temporarily changed his plan.

  He first rationalized the events that Currie thought was unreasonable, and then used the power of secret blood to interfere with his judgment, making him ignore the small and illogical things in the incident.

  Lorenzo was surprised. He didn't expect to be seen through by Currie at a critical moment. Should he be the Director of the Iron Law Bureau?

   "Your plan failed!"

  Curry’s voice aroused obvious anger, he was a little unclear about Hybbod’s purpose, whether he came to rescue Ivar or was he longing for the power of secret blood.

  But in this case, there is no need to say anything. Curry has realized that he is bad and suspicious. When he knows that his judgment is affected by the secret blood, the negotiation has ended.

  Lorenzo laughed, and Lorenzo laughed heartlessly at this **** time.

   "No, Director Curry Ferrey, on the contrary, the plan succeeded."

  Hybod and Irene had no idea what Lorenzo was going to do. He didn't tell anyone about these plans, and they could only watch his improvisation performances dumbfounded.

  I saw Lorenzo push Irene away, and Winchester’s muzzle was pointed at Curry. His movements were extremely chic, like dancing.

   "I am Lorenzo Holmes!"

  He didn't seem to be eager to shoot, he seemed to be waiting for something.

  "The external detective of Suyalan Hall, the friend of the old lady’s noblewoman, the iron thorn of shrike, the amateur armored knight, the demon consultant who cleans the institution, the last demon hunter and...

  The creator of the golden age. "

The guards raised their guns and pointed at Lorenzo. As long as the trigger was pulled, the three of them would be sieved in the next second, but in such a terrible situation, Lorenzo spoke bad words and said something. Lots of ridiculous titles.

   Then... Then nothing happened.

Lorenzo held Winchester, his expression froze, Irene and Haibod looked at him like fools, and now their mood is broken, how can they not think of the usual reliable Lorenzo Actually fell ill in this situation.

  Everyone began to doubt life, even Currie was puzzled, looking at Lorenzo from alert to looking at a ridiculous clown.

  To be honest, Curry couldn’t figure out what he wanted to do in the face of such a neurotic enemy.

"what……"

  Lorenzo was embarrassed by himself. It feels like you are giving a passionate speech on stage, and the spotlight does not fall on you.

  He smiled awkwardly, combed his hair with his hands, and looked narcissistic, but unfortunately his hair couldn't stand at all, as if he had lost his energy, he pulled it down.

  This is an extremely dilemma, even Lorenzo himself can't stand it.

  The next moment a roaring shock swept the room.

In an instant it seemed that an invisible heavy punch hit everyone's chest. The guards were overturned by air waves. In an instant, the glass shattered into countless light spots, and the old dust peeled off the wall. They were in the air. The cross contrasts and vibrates.

  The air is full of twisted and fluttering fragments, the dust is roaring and rolling, the line of sight is blocked, and all you can see is chaos.

  The piercing explosion sounded after the impact, Shanshan arrived late, torturing everyone's eardrums, and the reverberations of music and prayers were mixed with it, just like the prologue of the end.

  Curry was pressed against the ground by the air wave and hit, leaving a series of scratches on his face. He tried to get up, but just raised his head, he saw an extremely dazzling light.

   is Jianguang.

  Lorenzo was like a rock, standing still in the sudden explosion. He held a sword in one hand, Winchester in the other, and a cello box full of weapons on his back.

  Without the previous laugh, he has a solemn face.

  "This is the whole picture of the plan. Rather than executing it with fear, it is better to kill it all the way."

  Across the guards who were moaning in pain, Lorenzo walked towards Curry.

  "Re-introduction, I am Lorenzo Holmes."

  Curry's face was reflected on the stick sword, and the slender blade twisted his face, as if he was howling in pain.

   "I'm here to kill you, Curry Ferrey"

  (End of this chapter)