Ember Gun

  Chapter 448 Poetry Ideal and Distance

  At this moment, the legendary myth and reality overlapped together. Those hideous and abhorrent things broke the barriers of reality and came to the world.

Lorenzo wandered forward. As he progressed, the scarred armor also fell off one by one, revealing the burning torso underneath. He was like a flaming demon, and his path was full of radiance, one after another. His fireworks boiled and danced above the footprints he left behind.

  The cold warriors were instinctively afraid of him. No one ordered them, but they stood in place like stone pillars without any movement.

  Lorenzo's appearance put an end to the battle, and he strode towards the crucified Lawrence.

   "You really have changed a lot. I didn't expect to lose to you."

  Lawrence pulled his head. He had thought that he would lose, but he didn't expect to lose so embarrassed. Under Lorenzo's crazy offensive, there was no room to fight back.

   "You haven't lost yet, Lawrence, you and I know very well where the real decisive battle is."

  Lorenzo was not delighted by Lawrence's surrender. He, like himself, had the power Gabriel. Lorenzo only defeated Lawrence's body. Only by crushing his will can he truly kill him.

  "It’s been a long time since I was so happy. Looking at it this way, my heart is still a weak mortal, and I long for blood and pain so much."

  Lawrence tried to raise his hand, but his arm was firmly imprisoned by the nail sword, and the movement could only bring a sharp pain.

  He is dying. This body is shattered at the moment. You can see the flesh and blood squirming hard, and the blood-red silk thread is sutured to the torso, but it is obvious that its efficiency is much weaker than before.

Holy Silver suppressed the healing of the wound and suppressed Lawrence’s self-healing. He also tried to ascend the secret blood and strengthen the self-healing ability through critical breakthroughs, but the successive heavy injuries almost made him bleed out of blood, and there was no more blood in the wound. The blood has spilled.

  Lawrence felt that his thoughts were a little cumbersome, and it seemed that the excessive blood loss had begun to affect his brain, and soon this body was about to die.

   "Ah...Did you do this all? It's cruel."

Lawrence's gaze shifted slowly. He saw the embarrassed Kestrel and Eve, looked at the hateful Haibod and Irene, and the dying Miguel, the confused and painful Huao, and countless others. Qing fighters, and believers who are still immersed in the fight.

  As if fiddled with fate, everyone gathered at this moment.

   "The night sky is burnt red, which reminds me of the night of Shenglin, when the night sky of the place of seven hills was also like this."

  Lawrence said with some nostalgia.

  Lorenzo, as if he hadn't heard his words, moved forward silently, the nail sword plated with holy silver exuding cold light.

  The weapon in the cello box had been empty in the fierce fight just now, and Lorenzo simply left it in the ruins. At this moment, only the Nail Sword and Winchester were left on his body.

   "To be honest, you are really good. If there are no such things, I will definitely recommend you to become the next headmaster."

  Lawrence knew his own destiny. In this state, he didn’t bother to make any resistance. Instead, he talked about some things he didn’t have.

  Like a dying person, self-confession before death.

"It's so good, Lorenzo, I thought I had no one of the same kind... sometimes it feels pretty bad. No one can understand me. Sometimes I try to talk to the epidemic doctor, but he doesn't have such power. , He can’t understand what I said, but also, sometimes I can’t understand his nonsense."

  Lorenzo knew that he was referring to Mighty Gabriel, this was the [voucher] that they were [sublimated].

  Power Gabriel has caused a qualitative change in his will, which can restrain and control more power and make them qualified to see the dark corner of this world.

"Can you feel this feeling? It's like you are going to do a big thing, but this joy is not shared with it. I have been troubled by it for a while, but then you came. It's great. Fortunately I couldn't kill you at the time, otherwise I would miss how much beauty."

  Lawrence let out a hoarse laugh, under the fire and scars, the broken mask was completely glued to the face, and the exposed pupils were bloodshot and scarlet.

   "I said, Lorenzo, what are you doing so tirelessly for swinging your sword?"

Lorenzo's pace stopped. He had a chance to kill Lawrence quickly, which would trigger a decisive battle in the [Gap], but just like leaving time for Lawrence to talk nonsense, he walked slowly, listening to his nonsense. Also accumulated strength.

"What did you say?"

  Lorenzo didn’t understand that this was a very common question, but when he said it from Lawrence’s mouth, it seemed to be magical, he interrogated his own heart.

   "The reason for swinging the sword."

   Lawrence said with a smile.

  "We take up the sword and kill others, without being bound by the so-called morality and humanity, just killing like this crazy, then we have done so and done so much for what?"

  Lawrence twisted his body vigorously, his body had already been demonized in the critical breakthrough, and little by little he freed himself from the shackles of the nail sword.

   "I think this must be to change something.

  In order to keep the people alive through the cold winter, they would wave their swords and plunder, declare war and wave their swords for the peace of the country, and kill and chase them for their own hatred. "

  Lawrence broke free from the blockade of the nail sword, but at the same time he broke free, the sharp blade also completely cut his body into pieces, and he slumped weakly under the stone pillar.

   "What about you? Just to avenge me? This kind of reason is too boring."

  Lorenzo looked at him blankly, his voice indifferent.

   "Eradicate demons."

   eradicate demons.

  The short words shocked Lawrence. It seemed that he hadn't heard such words for a long time, and he felt a little nostalgic, but then burst into laughter at such ridiculous remarks.

  "For the so-called golden age? He always mentioned this to me a long time ago. For this purpose, he also supported me to become the cardinal."

  For an instant, it felt like returning to many years ago, but unfortunately all the familiar people in the memory are almost dead.

   "Remember our conversation on the train? Lorenzo."

  Lawrence's voice weakened, and this body was about to die.

   "At that time, I laughed at your ideal of eradicating demons, and you said that this thing was called an ideal because it was out of reach.

   To be honest, when I heard this, I was a little bit reluctant to kill you. After all, people like you were really good, not to mention that I discovered later that you were of the same kind as me. "

   Slowly raised his hand, grabbed a nail sword inserted into the stone pillar, and Lawrence tried his best to pull it out reluctantly.

   "Poetry, ideals and distance, this thing sounds so hypocritical, in fact, I had the same idea as you before, but as you said, this thing is too far away, sometimes people want to be realistic."

  Lawrence slid the spike sword and stood up swayingly. The pieces of flesh and blood on his body kept falling, like a dead person crawling out of a grave.

   "Are you asking me for mercy?"

  Listening to Lawrence's words, Lorenzo did not waver at all.

   "How come, it's just a rare opportunity to have such a peaceful conversation with you, otherwise we would fight as soon as we meet, and we can't talk at all."

   "But... if those things didn't happen, I might really be with you, Lorenzo."

  Lawrence's tone suddenly changed, full of joy and then became helpless.

   "I will try my best to convince you to join me, or join you, but unfortunately, I am a guy who can hardly trust other people, I can only believe in myself... and the sword in my hand."

  The stagnant pace moved again, Lorenzo walked towards Lawrence, he could not understand Lawrence's nonsense, Lorenzo did not want to listen, he was going to end it all.

   "If those things didn't happen, if I didn't see those things..."

  Lawrence looked at Lorenzo murderously and smiled vigorously.

   "Maybe it's not bad to die in your hands like this."

  A sharp silver light suddenly appeared and cut to Lawrence's neck.

   "But... it still doesn't work, Lorenzo Holmos."

   Lawrence whispered.

Obviously he looked like a dying person, but at this moment, the secret blood remaining in the body burned, and endless fires poured out from Lawrence’s wound. In a blink of an eye, he was like a punished sinner. Swallowed by the raging fire.

   "If you don't have these **** twists and turns, it would be nice to be killed by you, but it still can't work! I can't die yet!"

The parrying spike sword was easily smashed by Lorenzo, but just as the blade of death was about to sever Lawrence’s body, a dry palm came out from the burning fire and grabbed Lorenzo’s Face.

   "Lorenzo Holmos, come and see why I swing my sword."

  The angry and burning eye pupils and Lorenzo looked at each other, eroding in a flash like a flood that bursts a bank, and engulfing everyone in the **** of repression and terror.

  Power·Gabriel.

The world in   's eyes began to collapse. Everyone was like a solidified mural, with countless cracks running through their appearance, and a warm glow in the broken cracks, and then all the obstacles were completely torn apart.

  His thoughts were torn and recast. Lorenzo panted hard, trying to do something, only to find that he was no longer in the theater square.

  Lorenzo slowly raised his head, his figure stiffened.

  This is an extremely vast wilderness, with almost no end in sight. Flickering fireworks are burning in this wilderness, and the ignited dry grass is blowing in the wind. Countless corpses are scattered all around, blood and weeds are mixed together.

  Lorenzo has been here, this is Lawrence’s [Gap].

  At the far end of the field of vision is the setting sun, hidden behind the thick clouds, smearing the entire sky with blood.

  Like I've seen before, Lorenzo looked under the setting sun and saw Lawrence as if he was carrying a scorching sun.

   "Lorenzo Medici mentioned to me the golden age prediction many years ago. He wanted to witness that great era, and he gave everything for it."

  Lawrence was not in a hurry to attack, he looked at the burning wilderness and said lightly.

   "Lorenzo, what do you think is the most fearful thing in this world? Is it the most difficult to guess? Is it death? Or a monster? Or something else?"

  Lawrence turned around. He turned against the light, and the shadow was pulled extremely slender, covering Lorenzo.

  Lorenzo did not respond. He had almost no [clearance] combat experience. Facing Lawrence here, Lorenzo was full of vigilance.

  Demon, death, silent...

  For a moment, many answers flashed through Lorenzo's mind, but only Lawrence said slowly.

   "It's actually a human heart, Lorenzo."

  Lawrence smiled at him and walked towards Lorenzo.

  "Do you know the nature of [Gap]?"

"knowledge."

  Lorenzo replied that he was quite clear about the formation of [Gap], but after answering this question, Lorenzo realized Lawrence’s implication.

  This is Lawrence’s [Gap]. This is a place Lawrence will never forget. Then in a moment in the past, what happened on this burning wilderness is actually worth remembering for Lawrence forever.

  "This...this is..."

   Realizing this, Lorenzo returned to his senses and carefully looked at the wilderness.

This is a battlefield. There are corpses and fireworks everywhere, and countless weapons are stuck on the ground. Lorenzo had also come here before, but at that time it was to fight Lawrence. He had no extra energy to observe the surroundings. everything of.

But now it is different. Lawrence is not eager to fight with himself. After realizing that he has the power Gabriel, his attitude towards himself has changed slightly, and now Lorenzo can clearly feel, Lawrence is guiding himself.

  Lawrence wants to see something.

  "The reason for swinging the sword..."

  Lorenzo repeated what Lawrence had said before.

  Suddenly Lorenzo realized one thing. He never knew Lawrence’s purpose, whether it was to usurp the Apocalypse, corrupt the crowd, establish a choir... From the beginning to the end, he had never really understood the enemy in front of him.

  He was so eager to kill Lawrence, but in fact, Lorenzo knew nothing but nothing about Lawrence, and he couldn't even get a glimpse of his true face under his mask.

  He was walking in the burning wilderness, Lorenzo's eyes drifted freely, and then his drifting eyes froze.

   is the nail sword, and the weapon that fills this wilderness is the nail sword, one after another, the mottled and cracked nail swords.

Lorenzo quickly looked at the scattered corpses. Unsurprisingly, it was the demon hunters, one after another dead demon hunters. He ran quickly, and more corpses came into view, without exception, all of them. It is the demon hunters.

  The loess and weeds were lifted up by the strong wind, revealing the rotten corpses under it, as if the entire wilderness was piled up by countless corpses of demon hunters.

  "Human heart, human desire, human malice, human despicableness and filth."

  Lawrence’s voice rang in his ears like a ghost.

   "This thing is even more daunting than a monster, Lorenzo Holmos."

  (End of this chapter)