Ember Gun

  Chapter 128 Late Teaching

  The once prosperous manor is now dilapidated, and the vibrant lawn is baptized by fire, leaving only the dead ashes sprinkled on it, and the dust is brought up with the passing of the wind.

  In the end, there was a gray of death, and everything seemed so sad.

  The two monsters looked at each other from a distance, looking cold or furious.

   "Master Lawrence, where did you go that night?"

  The ghost questioned again, he was the survivor of the Holy Night, a survivor who was absolutely impossible to exist.

  This is really a bitter cold, like a familiar face exposed under the frozen lake. He is obviously dead, but one day you walk on the frozen lake and see his stubborn face again.

  Clearly dead, but stubbornly smashes the ice to try to drag you off.

  Some things are always chasing you, some are memories, some are missions, and some are the vengeful souls full of anger.

   "Sacred Night, what have you guys done?"

  The faint voice sounded again, and the burning iron horse stepped across the charred grass, and the raging flames burned behind him, as if he was carrying the sun on his back.

  The voice began to blur and overlap, and it seemed that countless people were questioning him at the same time, all the dead demon hunters.

Few people know the full picture of the event of the Saint's Night. After all, the disaster that swept across the entire Qiqi Hill was too terrifying, and even the holy pope died without knowing it.

In my memory, Medanzo was also one of the insiders. When the [Messiah]-class containment breached, he was the first to enter the Saint-Nalo Cathedral, but now he is dead, with only will. Live in [Gap] like a lonely ghost.

  Lorenzo only knows a vague outline of all this, and knows nothing about the rest.

Suddenly recalled the conversation with Medanzo many years ago. As the guard guarding the Cathedral of San Nalo, Lorenzo’s job was actually very boring. Under this huge armed guard, they may not even be able to climb the sacred ladder.

  The job at the time was really boring, but boring is a good thing. There are no demons, no battles, except for the secret blood flowing in the body, Lorenzo is just an ordinary guard, everything is normal, not beautiful.

Lorenzo asked Medanzo what he wanted to do after retirement. After all, he was the best in the branch. Maybe he could take over the position of Master Lawrence and become the new headmaster. He might even wear a red robe. Come and play.

  Medanzo said that he was not interested in that kind of life, and he asked what he wanted to do. Lorenzo said that he wanted to be a bard or something, traveling the world, and reading everything.

   "Like your style, but I don't like running around. I might open an office with her."

  Medanzo replied that way at the time. He said that he wanted to open a detective agency, but now he became a detective, and he was dead forever.

  No one could have imagined that it would end like this many years later, just as Lorenzo would have never imagined that he would become like this many years later.

   "You... don't look like him?"

  Master Lawrence obviously did not listen to Lorenzo, he was still struggling with his strange familiarity with Lorenzo.

  But then he smiled, the same blazing white burning in his muddy eyes.

He has lived for too long, and for a long time, even he himself is full of strangeness to the memories of the past. He always feels that he should remember Lorenzo, but Lorenzo is hidden under the armor, and he cannot be sure of his identity. , But what's so important about this?

  Noble people like the Pope will die, but only people like him can live to the end. No one is worth remembering.

   To be forgotten is to die, just as no one has ever known what has been built on the yellow sand, it is meaningless.

  "Stop talking nonsense, kids, just for different interests."

He raised his head, his voice was calm, and he looked at the falling bright light. Unknowingly, the cleaning mechanism had surrounded this place. In the night sky, the cavalry was ready to go, and one spot after another lit up in the darkness. Thermite rifle with burner.

  There was a light trembling sound of railroad tracks in the night, and it seemed that some steel creation was rushing towards here.

   "In the final analysis, hatred is nothing more than the angry words of the children. The real adults will only be silent and do what they want."

  Master Lawrence smiled, obviously he had failed tonight's action, he did not catch Eve for the first time and was blocked by the sudden appearance of the Demon Hunter.

"Actually, you are lucky. You survived. If I were you, I would hide, find a place where the church would never find it, forget all the secret blood demons and everything, and then live a good life... I have been looking forward to this kind of peaceful life, but unfortunately I haven't gotten it after living for so long."

   "Do you think I would choose that?"

   Lorenzo asked.

  Long silence, then Master Lawrence smiled.

"Yeah, how could it happen? Just like when I gave up a peaceful life, I was about the same age as you at the time... Maybe a bit bigger, but the fire in my heart hasn't died yet. What kind of jealousy is like hatred? What, young people, there are always unexpected things at first.

   Just like different age groups will make different choices, but at least this is our own choice, there is no need to regret anything. "

  Immortal Lawrence’s eyes were ice-like. He was once young and his chest burned, but now he is old and the fire is out. He is a boring adult, just for his own purposes, by all means.

  "If you are a demon hunter, I should have taught you that you are right. You must always hide your thoughts... Weapons have no thoughts."

   "I'm almost listening to this sentence."

   "But you have listened so much, haven't you learned it?"

  The old wrinkles twisted together, and he was like a real teacher.

  Lorenzo didn't understand Master Lawrence's words at first, but then the reason that had been lost due to anger returned, he later realized something, and unconsciously squeezed the sword.

   "Those inferior secret blood is also related to you, right."

  The mysterious disappearance of Master Lawrence on the night of the Holy Prophet, if it is said that he took the "Revelation" and then developed the inferior secret blood, then everything would make sense.

But then Lorenzo thought of another thing. If the above conjecture is true, then how did Master Lawrence know that there will be a [Messianic] level containment breakthrough, although it is not clear about the security of the "Revelation" Measures, but only that night, the Cathedral of Saint Nalo completely fell, giving him a chance to do it.

   also said... He planned all this with one hand, just like tonight, causing endless riots, but his real purpose is behind the shadows.

   On the surface, it is revenge against the nobles, but it is actually hijacking Eve. Then the panic is released on the night of the Holy Promenade, and the "Apocalypse" is secretly stolen...

Suddenly all the fury of revenge disappeared. He looked at Master Lawrence who was smiling at the other end, as if a huge shadow enveloped him, extending from the place of seven hills six years ago to the old Dunling now. , Something was fermenting in the dark, and the aftermath of the Saint's Night event was far from over.

  Lorenzo looked at Master Lawrence in shock, everything in his mind was messed up.

   "Child, we are all chased by the carriage of fate."

  Master Lawrence laughed loudly.

   "Some people escaped from the wheel that crushed everything, and some people were crushed to powder..."

  After the laughter, he slowly lifted the broken nail sword and looked at Lorenzo disappointedly.

   "You, like me, thought you escaped, right."

  The words stop, the wind rises.

  The blazing flames almost condensed into substance, and gushing out in the old eyes, Master Lawrence's expression was not anger and prestige, and the nameless wind dragged his red robe.

  At that moment, Lorenzo could only see a galloping scarlet, accompanied by the sound of thunder tearing the air, the blade of the broken sword pointed at Lorenzo.

   "You really are still a child."

With a sigh, Lorenzo waved his great sword to try to cut down the thunder, but the galloping thunder suddenly deflected slightly on the path, only deflected a little distance, but it was so easy to be with Lorenzo. His sword passed by, and then fell towards his back.

  "Hide your thoughts and never let people know your goal before the weapon is actually dropped. This is belated teaching."

  The voice still echoed in his ears, and the nameless fear fell on Lorenzo. He could only see the broken sword light slashing away the ashes and smoke, crossing the ruins and the sea of ​​fire.

  His goal is not Lorenzo.

  Thermite rifles fired together, and countless shots were mixed together, as if the ancient giant's loud murmur.

  The burning thermite bomb pulled out hundreds of burning trajectories in mid-air. In the slow motion, there were red lines stagnating in the air, weaving a large burning net, blocking all the path of Master Lawrence.

   So at this moment the heart-pounding power surged, the old door slowly opened with the dominance of the will, and with the breath of dust and decay, the old beast once again walked out of the cage.

  The Thunder directly greeted the Fire Net. The speed never slowed down, but became more swift. Then, as if avoiding Lorenzo's sword attack, the figure swayed slightly, and then escaped one after another.

  It seems...it seems that he knew the trajectory of those thermite bombs from the beginning.

  At this moment, Lorenzo froze in place. He suddenly recalled the deeds of Master Lawrence in the depths of his memory, which was once called by an elderly elder.

  ShangDaPian.

  Yes, he is the headmaster of the Demon Hunting Order, and he has also been given the name of the envoy. Whether it is his sword attack or the burning track, all of this has already been foreseen by him.

Eve can only see the glow that is constantly approaching, whether it is the thermite bomb or the soldiers in front of him, they can't stop him, like a falling meteor, the next moment Master Lawrence comes with a bitter wind In front of her.

  (End of this chapter)