Ember Gun

  Chapter 450 Beyond Good and Evil

  Pain, extreme pain.

   Endless monsters rushed to meet Lorenzo. He tried to lift the nail sword and slash it. The sharp steel cut off one hideous body after another, and blood overflowed.

For a moment, Lorenzo was able to contain the flood of demons with his own power, but soon more demons stepped on the corpse, and the sword light flashed wildly, but Lorenzo was unable to stop him. Completely overwhelmed by the **** of flesh and blood.

The strength of one person is so weak, the sharp claws are tearing and grasping Lorenzo's body, and the fangs repeatedly bite the flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood are peeled from the body, and then the bones are exposed. The bones are also bitten off, bit by bit. Bite.

  The darkness of death came to an end.

  Lorenzo was sweating all over, he was holding a nail sword, and there was a swaying fire around him.

   "Lawrence..."

  Lorenzo whispered the forbidden name, raised his head in despair, only to see the broken body half-kneeling in front of him.

  At the end of the monster wave, he escaped from Lawrence’s [Gap] and returned to reality.

  The dark and desperate future echoed in my mind, and the phantom pain before death was still echoing in my mind.

  Lorenzo hadn't felt such a deep fear for a long time, such a despair, it was like falling into the cold deep sea, he could not see a trace of light.

   "This is what I want to do, Lorenzo Holmos, I am the savior of this world."

  Lawrence’s voice was hoarse and his body lost its temperature.

   "What savior, how could it be someone like you!"

  Lorenzo scolded angrily.

   "Then facing this doomed future, what do you think should be done? Maintaining humanity and morality, just relying on the so-called confrontation of faith? This is ridiculous."

   Lawrence retorted.

   "You are as naive as Lorenzo Medici. You believe in humans too much, and you underestimate the inferiority of humans. Haven't the events in the Montenegro hospital wake you up?"

  Lorenzo wanted to say something, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

  Lawrence is right. Human beings are untrustworthy, and people's hearts cannot be guessed. At the Black Mountain Hospital incident, he almost went to war with the decontamination agency.

   His eyes became hesitant. This was the reason Lawrence did this. He had already told himself that he would never believe in anyone or anything. All he could rely on was himself and the sword in his hand.

   "No, the decontamination agency will believe me..."

"Believe you? They are an organization composed of people. They serve the Victorian royal family, and the royal family corresponds to the entire Inervig. Every decision they make involves countless interests, and interests bring disputes and disputes. Conflict is like a roaring machine. The heavy and cumbersome parts make it extremely slow, and it can't do anything well."

  Lawrence teased Lorenzo to his heart's content.

  "Do you think what you have thought about, I haven't tried it? Only one will can end all this, an absolute will controls everything, and everyone maintains absolute surrender!"

  "This is the only answer. Abandon all the shackles that imprison us. I will use my secret blood to create an extremely powerful army. They will save us all at the end of the day!"

  Lawrence is like an extreme lunatic, Lorenzo has no chance to refute under his words, and he has no reason to refute.

  This is a very simple question. In Lawrence’s [Gap], Lorenzo saw the distant future, and endless demons came to the world, dragging the world to the end.

  Faced with this question, what answer can you give, and what can you do?

  Lorenzo was lost, like a lost child, at a loss.

   "Shut up, you lunatic!"

  Lorenzo uncontrollably swung his spiked sword, trying to kill Lawrence.

   "Look at yourself, Lorenzo, how ridiculous you are. You can't find the answer, so you just pour out your anger."

  Lawrence looked at Lorenzo mockingly, but just when the blade was about to be swung down, he grabbed Lorenzo's foot with both hands.

   "No...don't do it."

  The weak voice begged.

  Lorenzo's sword swing stopped. He turned his head slowly and saw the man crawling on the ground.

   "Don't kill him, don't."

Hu Ao begged, he was just an ordinary person, an ordinary sailor, he didn't know what a demon was, and he didn't know what a secret blood was. The only thing he knew was that the man in front of him was going to kill their patriarch.

   "Luo...Mr. Lorenzo Holmos..."

  Hu Ao raised his head with difficulty. He saw the man holding the sword clearly. Hu Ao remembered his name. After the first assembly, he was talking to the traveler on the street.

  Hu Ao was stunned for a moment. He reluctantly thought of something, tears overflowing from the corner of his eyes.

   "Hu...ao."

  The voice squeezed from Lorenzo's throat. He remembered the man at his feet. Lorenzo's memory was not bad. He hadn't forgotten him yet.

  After a brief stupefaction, Hu Ao's emotions collapsed.

   "Why, Mr. Holmes!"

  All these fireworks and ruins, death and pain, until now, even Hu Ao has guessed everything, this doomsday-like scene is related to the man in front of him.

  Hu Ao couldn’t understand. He wanted to kill the man in front of him, but he also knew that he was powerless to resist him, so he could only grab his feet like this and prayed humbly.

   "Why do you want to do this? Is it just because of different beliefs?"

  Tears blurred Hu Ao’s vision. He felt his body became cold, and a lot of blood had overflowed from the wound left by the Kestrel.

   "I almost got good things, Mr. Holmes, why did you burn them?"

This grand enthronement ceremony, the carnival of the believers, the hymn of Liya... all this was ruined. The theater square became a blood-colored slaughterhouse. The believers died one after another, and Liya's pure white dresses were also destroyed. It was dyed dark red.

  Lorenzo didn’t know what to say, just like facing Lawrence’s question, he couldn’t say anything, and finally could only say stiffly.

   "Hu Ao, this is a hypocritical god, a **** of the wicked, and a **** that shouldn't exist."

  Yes, this is evil, Lorenzo deceived himself like this.

  Hu Ao was silent, but then he shouted with his last strength.

   "I am different from you, Mr. Holmes, I am not as strong as you, not as strong as you, I can only try to believe this kind of thing, to deceive myself to escape!"

  Hu Ao is like an evil spirit. He stretched out his hand with all his strength, grabbed Lorenzo's leg, grabbed the broken iron piece, and crawled on him to stab him.

"If he is the **** of the wicked, then there is nothing wrong with believing in him. In my mediocre life, only the **** of the wicked has cast mercy on me. If he saves me, I will sacrifice my life for him. If he is The wicked, then I should be the wicked, even if he is the wicked, he is the savior of the wicked!"

  Hu Ao angrily stabbed the iron piece. This kind of attack could not hurt Lorenzo in theory, but he did not avoid it. He stood there blankly, letting the iron piece pierce his chest.

  Then the man fell down, and Lorenzo looked at Hu Ao blankly, as if this blow had exhausted his last strength. He fell to the ground feebly as if he had lost his soul, his eyes full of unwillingness.

  Too close, so close...Hu Ao has already seen the beauty of life, and his proximity to it is almost within reach.

he died.

  The corpse fell at Lorenzo's feet, his body cold.

  After all, Hu Ao was just an ordinary person. The blood loss and injury had already tortured him exhausted. After stabbing Lorenzo, he died so unwillingly.

  A harsh laugh sounded, and Lawrence laughed at Lorenzo.

   "Have you seen? Lorenzo, I am the righteous, I am the savior of the world..."

  Lawrence could not finish speaking, the cold sword light flashed across, the broken head flew away out of thin air, and the broken body fell down shortly after.

  The secret blood gradually cooled down, and finally the fireworks on his body went out. Lorenzo looked at the messy theater square blankly.

  He was shaken for a moment.

There is no absolute good and evil, just disputes caused by different positions. Everyone is doing what they think is "just". No one will be persuaded by others. Everyone is moving forward on a broken road. Run wildly until you achieve your goal or die halfway.

  Everyone is righteous, everyone is evil, everyone can ascend to heaven, and everyone will go to hell.

  The sound of footsteps sounded, and a soldier walked to Lawrence's severed head. He removed the broken mask from the **** head, and the skin was glued to the metal under the high temperature.

   Pulled off hard, then put it on his face.

   "After all, I won, Lorenzo, you have strength, but you have no heart to give up everything."

  Lawrence walked slowly towards Lorenzo while talking.

"Shut up!"

  Lorenzo roared, only a few twisted tracks of light could be seen, and then Lawrence's body was cut into several sections, his heart was shattered, his neck was broken, and only a vague piece of flesh and blood was left.

  Walking to the broken head, Lorenzo lifted his foot and slammed it down, crushing the boring mask.

  Lorenzo thought that this would be a short-term peace, but more footsteps came from all directions, surrounding the place.

  The countless figures in the darkness slowly approached, until the light illuminates their faces, and also illuminates the countless, pitch-black masks.

   "Lorenzo, the will cannot be killed. No matter how many times you kill me, I will make a comeback."

  People said in unison.

  The sound ran through the ears, everyone was terrified by this strange scene, and then the crowd laughed jokingly again.

   "If you think I am wrong, then correct me."

  Lawrence looked at Lorenzo who was lost and said contemptuously.

   "If you want to destroy me, replace me with a greater will."

  The metal chirping sounded continuously. I don't know when the surrounding fighting has gradually calmed down. There are hundreds of soldiers surrounded by the theater square.

  At this moment, the defeat of the action has been determined. Lorenzo lost this time, and the loss was complete.

  Do you want to escape?

  Lorenzo never thought of this term.

  So continue to fight? But what's your reason for fighting?

  Lorenzo had never been confused before, and even the nail sword in his hand could hardly be held tightly. He wanted to kill Lawrence, so what was the purpose of killing Lawrence?

  Is for revenge, for the secret blood not to be abused, or...to cover up my shame and incompetence.

  For a moment Lorenzo thought he was ridiculous, he hadn't felt it in a long time.

  Lorenzo felt several eyes fall on him, and he turned his head to see the others.

  Kestrel, Eve, Irene, Hyberde...

  Everyone is wounded, and feels uneasy and panicked in this kind of crisis scene, and in the near future everyone will die, one after another, in front of their own eyes.

  Lorenzo was afraid, he had never been afraid before. This was another Holy Promenade Night, losing all of the Promenade Night.

  Some things can't be solved by slashing alone. Lorenzo may be able to survive in despair, but others can't, many people can't. He can kill demons, but he can't kill them.

   "No... Lawrence."

  Lorenzo's eyes were filled with anger, he clenched the spike sword and Winchester tightly.

  He failed once, many years ago in Fei Lengcui, in that dry well full of corpses and blood.

  Lorenzo can no longer fail, he will not let this happen again.

  Absolutely not.

  "I will save the world...I will be the new savior."

  Lorenzo said sharply.

   "Then prove it to me, Lorenzo Holmos."

   Lawrence replied.

  More people appeared around them, like an iron curtain, slowly advancing, squeezing the living space of Lorenzo and others.

   "Run away."

   Lawrence said.

   Then the roaring erosion was released with Lorenzo as the origin, and everyone felt nauseously depressed in their hearts. Under this transient change, even the advancement of the Iron Curtain was stagnant for a moment.

  【Run away. 】

  Lorenzo's voice echoed in everyone's mind.

The action failed, and the enemy has been surrounded... The most important thing is that Lorenzo can't kill Lawrence. Lawrence is right. The will can't be killed. No matter how brave Lorenzo beheads, it is nothing but futile. .

  Run away! Run away!

"go!"

Lorenzo yelled at the others. The sharp sword light cut a way out among the soldiers. Their desire to fight didn't seem to be strong. Everyone kept their eyes on Lorenzo, like It's the same as laughing at him.

  They used to fight like heroes, but now they flee like a bereaved dog. The boundary between good and evil is also blurred at this time, and everything falls into the gray of pain and turbidity.

   "Lawrence..."

  A weak voice sounded, and someone in the corner of the battlefield was moaning in pain.

   "Migle, you look terrible."

  A warrior not far from Miguel suddenly turned around, smiled and walked to Miguel's side, the dark mask like an abyss attached to his face.

  Darkness is permeated, and nothing can be seen clearly.

   "Help...help me, Lawrence."

  Migle raised his hand with difficulty, and grabbed Lawrence by the collar.

   "That's not going to work, Miguel."

  Lawrence looked very distressed. He shook his head and knocked out Miguel's hand.

"What did you say?"

  Migle looked unbelievable.

   "I said it still doesn't work, Miguel, this is a ritual, and the ritual requires sacrifices, right?"

  Lawrence fondly stroked Miguel’s dry face.

"No one is worthy of trust, just like that Lorenzo Medici promised you, and in the end you betrayed him, didn’t you, you are a monster dominated by power, when the end of the day comes. , There should be no place for you in the surviving paradise."

   "Lawrence! Lawrence!"

   Miguel’s voice was frightened, sharp and harsh, but soon he couldn't make a sound. Lawrence took off his mask and slowly pressed it on his face.

  The voice weakened, but the body was still struggling hard, Lawrence said with a kind smile, afterwards.

   "Is this a kind of revenge? Miguel."

  Lawrence muttered to himself, with his wrists pressed against Miguel's face through the mask, he could hear the sound of bones breaking, he could hear the wailing of prayer, but soon these voices disappeared.

  Miguel’s body no longer moves, no matter what kind of power he had during his lifetime, but when death comes, these corpses will look the same.

   "Let me save this world, for the survival of all mankind."

  Lawrence muttered to himself, putting on the mask again, blood constantly overflowing from the gap, like weeping tears.

  (End of this chapter)