Ember Gun

  Chapter 153 The illusion of restlessness

   "Lorenzo!"

   Arthur was calling himself, his vision was a little fuzzy, Lorenzo couldn't see him clearly.

   "I'm fine..."

  He replied, staggering pace.

   "I just... need to calm down..."

  In my mind is the pain that is almost torn, and various broken memories are constantly flashing back in front of my eyes.

  The dark armor fell off one by one, hitting the ground, clinking.

  ...

Lorenzo can't remember how he got out of the gloomy underground. He stood under the gloomy sky. The towering buildings of Old Dunling were like spears that pierced the sky, like giant trees in the ancient forest. , Block all the light.

  The cold air poured into his nose, which made him feel sober a lot, but the faint pain in his mind still tortured him.

Arthur was in charge of the aftermath of the Pump of Perpetual Motion. This matter was even more serious than the emergence of Master Lawrence. The Pump of Perpetual Motion was damaged to this degree for the first time since it was established, and everyone was alert. .

   "So that **** project is going to be postponed?"

   Feeling better, he looked at Merlin next to him, which was the perpetual pump he sent himself away. At this moment, his face didn't look good, and his anger was hidden in calmness.

   "It should be, we need to strengthen security measures, plus repairs... You can enjoy a short holiday for now, Mr. Holmes."

  Merlin said.

   "Of course, thank you for coming forward. Without you, we might have to pay a higher price."

  Lorenzo didn't care about Merlin's thanks, his eyes were a bit hollow.

   "Really... Merlin, do you understand [Gap]?"

  Merlin frowned slightly when she heard Lorenzo's words.

   "What are you asking about this?"

   "I need information about it."

  Lorenzo panted slightly, looking at his appearance, Merlin didn't ask much, just said lightly.

   "This is a good start, Mr. Holmes."

"what?"

   "I mean you learned to ask for help. This is a good sign."

  Merlin looked at the gloomy sky as if talking to herself.

  "Humans are social animals, and a person is always weak."

   "It's really weird to say this from your mouth."

  Lorenzo cast a squint at Merlin. This weird alchemist, with soulless eyes, felt that whatever words he said would be stained with mystery.

  "We will notify you separately of the start of the project. Of course, if you have any new discoveries about monsters, please let us know."

  Now they are a true alliance, they can only unite in the face of the mysterious Master Lawrence.

"Yes…"

  Lorenzo coughed vigorously a few times, and he looked very bad.

"Are you hurt?"

  Looking at Lorenzo's state, Merlin asked a little worried.

  After killing the monster, the demon hunter went uncharacteristically. He refused to stay in it more, insisting on leaving, as if he was afraid of something.

   "How could it not be injured, but I am a demon hunter, as long as it is not a fatal injury, I can survive."

  I don’t know if it is self-deprecating or self-confidence, he said.

  Although he maintained his human form, Lorenzo knew very well that he was no longer a human to some extent. After all, normal humans could not do this.

  Merlin said nothing more when he saw this. He respected Lorenzo's ideas.

   "Goodbye then, Mr. Holmes."

   waved his hand at Lorenzo, a train coming from the end of the industrial area, it will lead Lorenzo out of this armed fortress.

  The pace of the Demon Hunter was a bit slow, watching Lorenzo's departure, Merlin sighed and whispered.

   "[Gap]..."

  But suddenly there was another voice behind him, the gate slowly opened, and a staggered figure came with excitement.

  Merlin was surprised first, and then angry.

   "Ovis, what are you doing!"

  No one would have imagined that the sickly and thin boy in front of him would be the mysterious Lancelot. As a knight who can perfectly control the armor of Original Sin, he has always been the trump card in the eradication of institutions, so his identity is very secret, only a few people know.

  But now he ran out in an open manner.

   "Merlin, I can do it, I can do it!"

  Oviz was leaning on crutches, his face covered with sweat from pain, but it was difficult to conceal the excitement.

   "I can continue to control the original sin armor!"

  Merlin first held on to Ovis, and said angrily.

   "You have almost reached the third stage! How many times do you want me to say it!"

   "No, Merlin, my erosion has faded, and I can continue to drive the original sin armor."

   There was light in Ovi's eyes, as if to convince Merlin.

  "You can check for me again, trust me, I can!"

  At the end of the words, he appeared to be a little pleading. For Ovis, this was everything to him, everything that truly belonged to him.

  Looking at this somewhat crazy child, Merlin couldn't help but startled.

   "Calm down, Ovis... you need to rest."

   "I can, Merlin, I can continue to drive the armor!"

  He kept repeating the words, a bit crazy in his eyes.

   "You are still young Ovis, you will only ruin yourself like this."

  He couldn't help but said, but Ovis still had that look in his eyes, he didn't care at all.

  The gate opened again, and the medical staff rushed out. It seemed that Ovis did not know how to escape from their hands.

   Before Ovis continued to say anything, a tranquilizer plunged into his body.

  The medicine quickly paralyzed his nerves, but he still looked at Merlin tightly, his unyielding hand clasped his clothes tightly like steel tongs, and refused to let go until the doctor forcibly separated him.

   "I can continue... Merlin."

  In the end, Ovis said this, like the last struggle of a drowned man.

  Merlin looked at the child with some palpitations. Ovis has always been steady. This was the first time he had such a situation.

"what happened."

  He asked the doctors who had controlled Ovis.

  The doctors all wore thick masks, and they answered Merlin’s question.

   "According to the regulations to protect Lancelot, after the alarm went off, we went to protect him... But he fell to the ground, convulsing in pain."

  The doctor talked about the scene at the time.

  "He will be healed before we can do any treatment, and then he will escape. It is hard to imagine that he can move to this degree."

   "Then how corroded? Did you check for him again?"

   "No, he may not be able to accept the facts, so he has conjecture."

   said the doctor.

   "Hmm... I see."

  Merlin said with a bit of a headache.

  Owes was dragged back to the perpetual pump by the doctor, but no one noticed that the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, as if something gave him strength and confidence, and made him fanatical attachment.

  ...

  The whole world seems to be distorted.

  For some reason, after killing Horner, after leaving the weird [Gap], an indescribable force seems to have been tormenting Lorenzo.

  This is a mental shock, Lorenzo has never encountered such a thing.

  He was walking on a somewhat crowded street. Even the cold winter wind could not disperse the prosperity of the old town. Amid the bustling noise, Lorenzo just felt fatigue and pain that he had never experienced before.

   "I...what's wrong with me?"

   Leaning against the wall of the alley, Lorenzo sat down weakly, and his entire vision became chaotic.

  That weird [Gap], where he killed that person, and the alien alienated from the outside world also died.

  There is a connection between the two, and Lorenzo is about to touch the truth.

But it seemed that something was scratching himself from his body, crawling out a little bit, pressing on his throat, and making Lorenzo feel the painful suffocation. He had to open his mouth wide and gasp hard. , Even too late to continue thinking.

  The Demon Hunter hadn't realized that his condition was already bad. His cheeks were **** white, his pupils were slightly enlarged, and hallucinations of various degrees appeared, but he did not notice the hallucination itself.

At this moment, his mind is still flashing back to Horner’s memory, that broken life collided with Lorenzo’s will, and then slowly merged, like a piece of two different lives. Together, shaping a new life.

   "He looks terrible."

  Someone asked caringly.

   "He will get better."

  The other person said.

"Really?"

   "It's not the first time he has experienced this kind of thing."

   "But obviously he forgot."

   "It's because of you."

  "..."

It seems that someone is talking in their ears, they are talking about themselves, their voices are indistinct, as if being pulled into a sharp sound by the wind, they can only barely identify, Lorenzo tried his best to open his eyes, and could not see the others. The existence of human beings is as if that is one's own delusion.

  The short rest seemed to accumulate some strength for him. He reluctantly stood up, his mind was as if he had been hit by someone, chaos.

But suddenly a strange sense of familiarity surged into his heart. It seemed that he had experienced something like this many years ago. Lorenzo's thoughts were also so confused, but he couldn't remember clearly, and the taste in his memories surged to the tip of his nose. It was a cold sea breeze.

  Those forgotten pictures are gradually recovered, just like a puzzle, one after another.

  He thought of the long route, coming from that distant Fei Lengcui.

  That's how he was back then...it seems to be so, maybe because it's too long, Lorenzo is also a little uncertain about the memory of the past.

  At that time he arrived in Old Dunling and started a new life, as Lorenzo Holmes.

  Suddenly, scarlet blood dripped, falling on the cold ground, corroding the ground like strong acid, and rising a faint white gas.

  The blood stained his hands red, Lorenzo covered his nose, but still couldn't stop the blood flowing out.

   "He...just like you."

   "The indescribable form of existence."

  There is a crowd whispering in the silence.

  Their figures were blurred by the fog and turned into an unrecognizable gray, out of reach.

   "Yes, in fact, in many cases, the body is a kind of bondage."

   "When there is a body, the illusory will has sustenance, so the concept of illusion has a substance."

  They discussed.

   "Things that do not exist can be observed and killed if they have entities."

who is it?

  Lorenzo endured the headache, trying to find the direction of the sound.

  Like old and obscure whispers, a group of people looked at themselves from above.

  This is really unpleasant.

who are you?

  The ghostly shadows noticed Lorenzo's prying eyes, so they fell silent.

   "Shhh..."

  It was like being afraid of disturbing a certain sleeping existence. The sound disappeared. At this moment, the world in his mind seemed to be silent, no matter whether it was the wind or the noise, it was as if Lorenzo had lost his hearing at that moment.

  Then the entire street began to twist and deform, the century-old stone bricks began to crack, the cold soil was turned out of the ground, the mottled pipes were torn apart by nameless forces, and steam and waste water were discharged indiscriminately.

  All this is like a magnificent painting. A big hand tore the painting to pieces, and the world in the painting was destroyed with it. After the white tide, Lorenzo saw him, the distant scarlet shadow.

   "Law...rence."

  He tried to hold the nail sword, but he couldn't touch it.

   Master Lawrence also seemed to notice the abnormality in his field of vision. He slowly turned his head, but when he was about to see Lorenzo, Lorenzo would also find him, but the scarlet shadow disappeared in the next second.

  In the shattered memory, a dusty section was re-evoked and pierced into Lorenzo's body.

  It was like being in a free fall. Lorenzo hit the ground heavily under the endless fall. This may be an illusion, but the pain was extremely real.

  In front of him is the deep black well... Lorenzo remembers here, the sublimation well for refining secret blood.

  So... Could it be that...

  He raised his head fiercely, and the familiar dome came into his eyes. This was the Silent Temple, the Silent Temple that had long collapsed, but now it is still solemn, as if it had never experienced the chaos of the Holy Night.

  Perhaps...the night of Holy Prophet has not yet begun.

  He fell into a weird memory, just like the illusion of being in a bad state.

  "We should start. Medanzo has led the demon hunters to guard outside the Cathedral of San Nalo. The guards here are left to you."

  Someone came and said to Lorenzo, this was the familiar figure, anger and cold surged together.

   is Master Lawrence.

  Lorenzo's first reaction was to swing the nail sword, but he found that he could not do anything...He couldn't control himself. This is the past that has happened, the memory buried in his heart.

  But in the pain, new questions have arisen. Whose memory is this? Why do I think about it at this time, and what is going on with all this?

  No one answered Lorenzo, everything was so powerless, until he remembered the taboo name.

   "Watson..."

  He called the name of the devil, so the illusion ended.

  The whole world is back to normal, or Lorenzo’s weird conjecture is over.

  [Gap] that was about to build a bridge was interrupted, and the memories of deep digging were buried again.

  Those missing voices sounded again, and in the silence, it was like a torrent hitting the eardrum, releasing the accumulated rhythm.

The dome shrouded in    disappeared, and the gloomy sky of Old Dunling once again dominated the sky.

  In the blur, Lorenzo saw someone walking towards him, and the sound of da da footsteps sounded, and the man ran fast.

  The nail sword that was held up immediately shattered, and he could no longer maintain his figure and fell.

  (End of this chapter)