Ember Gun

  Chapter 306 Saints

  Borgia.

  Lorenzo remembers that this surname originated from the notorious Duke of Poison. They were active before the Golden Age, using poison and murder to control the gospel church, but they originated from poison, and finally poison.

  Unexpectedly, Shermans is actually a descendant of Borgia, and unlike his cruel predecessors, he is a true devout believer.

The explosion rolled up the hot Foehn wind in the airtight wine cellar, and Samuel’s twisted flesh and blood was directly pushed out by the explosive impact of the paint antimony because it was close to the door. After dozens of seconds of calming down, Lorenzo only Slowly stood up, looking at the mess in this place.

The whole body was filled with the intense pain, and a little bit of blood slipped from the tip of the nose. Because of the explosion, Cantrera’s toxins more or less interfered with Lorenzo. This feeling is really bad, as if there are countless maggots along her. The blood vessels flow and eat flesh and blood.

This poison is the secret of the Borgia family. It can kill "people" and is highly poisonous. Because of this severe toxicity, it was used to deal with the demon hunter in later times. After all, the demon hunter is not Pure demons, they have human parts in their bodies, and this poison is aimed at the inferiority of mortals.

   "Shermans!"

Lorenzo shouted. From the charred wreck, he found Shermans who was still breathing hard, and helped him up with great effort. The old guy barely opened his eyes and looked at Lorenzo, and then He vomited blood.

   "You have a good body, I thought you would be killed directly."

   Lorenzo said, but Shermans didn't have the energy to talk to him, and just asked weakly.

   "Is he dead?"

   "Probably not. After all, it was Power Yanar, but now he should not have the energy to continue chasing us. He needs time to heal himself."

Lorenzo said that he didn't think that the blow just now could kill Samuel, not just because of power. Samuel had been demonized at the time, and the blood secret awakening level exceeded the critical value, and all the values ​​of the body have been leaped. , Not to mention that the shot did not penetrate the heart.

  But Samuel needs time to rest, and so does Lorenzo.

   "We have to leave. The explosion just now will definitely attract the rest of the demon hunters. If we don't withdraw quickly, we may all die here."

  Lorenzo took Shermans' arm and walked with some difficulty.

The scary thing about the witch hunters is that they have always moved in groups. Lone travelers like Lorenzo are a special case. After all, he seems to be the only one left in the old order. He is the last lone wolf in the wolves.

  "You can leave by yourself." Shermans didn't understand Lorenzo's obsession. If he gave up on himself, he could escape from here to a great extent.

   "No, I need your knowledge, your secrets, the gospel church, and the past of the Demon Hunter, these things are all in your mind."

  Listening to what he said, Shermans looked at Lorenzo with some surprise, his dirty face and gray-blue eyes were bright light.

  He is also a bit paranoid, just like himself.

  Shermans grinned, laughed silently, and then asked feebly.

   "Yage, you are not dead yet, are you!"

After a long time, in the corner Jager pushed away the broken wood of the wine barrel that was pressing on him. He waved at Shermans, but couldn't say anything. The wood chip pierced his throat in the explosion. Hold it tightly with one hand, otherwise he would have bleed to death.

  Shermans's eyes did not fluctuate, but she broke loose from Lorenzo's hand, walked staggeringly, and gently lifted his face.

   "Child, you are going to die."

  Yage gave him a sorrowful smile, then nodded slightly.

   "The time has come for you to dedicate yourself to God."

  Yage's expression solidified, but then it melted, he was relieved, as if he had achieved a certain mission, his whole body relaxed, and he leaned against the wall.

In the rat’s nest, facing Lorenzo’s pursuit, he once said to the priests like this. The priests were glad to die under his words. Now it’s his turn. Jager unexpectedly has no fear, obviously. He was about to die, but he felt very relaxed, as if he would wake up in the glorious kingdom of God after sleeping.

  Shermans kept staring at his face, with a faint sadness on his dilapidated face.

  ...

  The clear rain continued to fall to the earth, looking towards the sky, bright light was rolling in the gray and silver clouds, as if the day was just after that, always ready to break out of the shackles.

   Lorenzo stepped on the soft green grass, facing the rain, helping Shermans over the fence.

   Sporadic gunshots came from the direction of the wine cellar. It was Jager who was still resisting. Lorenzo left all his ammunition to him, as well as the last lacquered antimony flying knife.

This is Shermans’ plan. What they need most now is time. Jager will attract firepower in the cellar and pretend that they are still there, while Lorenzo and Shermans will pass another secret The door leaves, and the goal is the horses of this racecourse.

  No one knows when the train will pass by, so it is better to ride a horse.

   "Is faith so magical?" Lorenzo asked.

  He can't forget the last expression of Yage, it is not the expression that a dead person should have.

"maybe."

  Shermans didn't want to say anything, he sat down against the fence, he didn't have much energy anymore.

"Lorenzo... Lorenzo Medici. I am not involved in the struggle within the church, but I am more or less aware of it. Some people say that Lorenzo Medici is still interfering with the evangelical church after his seclusion. , But this time he turned into the dark."

  Shermans said suddenly, he looked at Lorenzo straight, his eyes seemed to be frozen.

"You just saw the power called Yanar, and this power came from the "Revelation". In the golden age, Lorenzo Medici held almost everything in his hands. , Even Master Lawrence is his puppet, do you think he might not understand the "Revelation"?"

  Leng Yu choked on him, he coughed in pain, and his breath was lethargic.

   "I'll talk about it when I leave here."

   "Quiet! Listen to me!"

  Shermans became furious, but then he weakened again, chattering.

   "He must have read "Apocalypse", the book of miracles, the book of taboos, from which a powerful witcher like yours was born, let alone finding an ‘immortal’ way."

  Lorenzo pulled the steed, but the movement in his hand stopped uncontrollably when he heard it.

  "There are too many speculations in the Gospel Church about Lorenzo Medici's old age. What is more credible is the game between him and Master Lawrence...or everyone in the Gospel Church.

Lawrence was dominated by Lorenzo Medici, but as Lorenzo Medici got older, his control over the evangelical church became weaker and weaker until he could no longer hold the power. Lorenzo Medici Diqi left like this, but he was not reconciled and tried to find an immortal way.

  The group of people headed by Lawrence naturally did not want to see his rise again, no matter how small the possibility might be, they attacked each other secretly. "

   Shermans took a few hard breaths, as if he would pass out in a coma in the next second.

"But the old lion is still a lion. No one dared to really offend him. It kept a long stalemate until someone guessed that Lorenzo Medici had found an immortal solution and started planning. Push forward."

   "What plan!" Lorenzo asked anxiously.

"I don't know, I don't even know if it actually existed, and whether it was successful... who knows? The fire on the night of the Holy Promenade destroyed everything, and even Lorenzo Medici died that night. Inside. It has become a mystery."

  Lorenzo was about to touch the truth, but he was stuck on the edge, unable to go deeper.

   "Come on! Stand up!"

  There is no time to think about this. Lorenzo didn't know how long Jager could support him. He helped Shermans to help him ride on the steed.

  Lorenzo then stepped on the horse and gestured to Shermans, but Shermans was hesitant to drive the horse. He just bowed his head, as if dead.

  "The Gospel Church, the Gospel Church has too many taboo secrets, Lorenzo, it has appeared in the world since the beginning of history, and has been fighting against demons for thousands of years."

"But where did the gospel church start? As recorded in the "Gospels"? A group of people who are not afraid of death, go to the northern ice sea and bring knowledge to change the world... But where does this knowledge come from? Going back to the source, it should have a starting point!"

   "I should ask you this!"

  Lorenzo roared, and he angrily beat Shermans' horse to make it run.

  Two lonely figures galloped across the green field of the rain screen, and the cold rain beat Shermans's face. He was too sleepy, but he still kept awake hard and refused to close his eyes.

   "Lorenzo Holmes!"

  He shouted loudly, his dry hand grabbing the reins.

   "What the **** are you doing!"

  Lorenzo shouted angrily, they have succeeded, as long as they continue to run, they can escape the hunting of the demon hunter, but Shermans asked slowly with a smile at this moment.

  "Are there smoke?"

  Lorenzo was stunned, with a strange feeling, but he couldn't tell.

  The old man was soaked in the rain, but he still looked at himself with a smile.

   "I remember you said that tobacco is desire, and believers should curb their desire for those." Lorenzo had heard his sermon.

   "I'm going to die. I've been pious all my life. God won't care about this."

  Lorenzo was silent. He took out the cigarette and lit Shermans, but the rain was too much, and the wind was too much. The fire ignited several times before barely burning.

  Shermans raised his hand to cover the cigarette so as not to be extinguished by the rain. His smoking posture was not standard, he took a hard breath, was choked and let out a painful whisper.

   "You can't smoke?"

  "For the first time in my life! But the feeling of smoking this thing is really bad, but why do you people still like it so much?"

  Shermans dangling a cigarette, feeling the acridity in his throat, asked somewhat puzzledly.

   "If only there is wine."

  He continued, he lived a whole life religiously, but at the last moment he indulged in hell.

   "Shermans..." Lorenzo said his name.

   "I'm glad that I met you at the end of my life, Lorenzo Holmes, not some Miguel or Seni Lotaire."

  Shermans said, and then smiled hard at Lorenzo, the smile was really ugly.

  "Shermans, we still have a chance to escape now..."

   "No chance, Lorenzo, the Demon Hunter will not let me go, and I can't live without it."

  He said, coughing violently again.

   "Maybe this is the fate of our Borgia family, starting with poison and ending with poison."

  At this time, Lorenzo realized that Shermans's face had begun to turn blue, and black blood overflowed from the wound, exuding an unknown breath.

  The toxin from the explosion also affected him. After so many experiences, the old man finally couldn't hold it anymore.

   "I'm dying, let me say a few more nonsense."

   Shermans took out his own note from his arms as he spoke. After such a fierce battle, the note was still intact. The only flaw was that there was a little blood on it.

"This is my note. It records me... No, it records all the records of the Borgia family about the Evangelical Church, but be careful, Lorenzo, knowledge is cursed. When you touch something, you Will be targeted by something!"

  Even if he was dying, Shermans still felt uneasy and fearful when it was mentioned, just like fate, he touched these taboos today, so he also died today.

  Lorenzo took the note, it was so heavy, like a rock.

"why?"

  Lorenzo did not understand.

"How do you say this feeling? It's like a person is about to die, but he still has a huge wish, a very big wish, big enough to make people temporarily abandon all positions and good and evil, everything is just for this wish…

You are not a good candidate, Lorenzo Holmes, you are like Samuel. He lives for what is called a victory. You are also paranoid and live for something. Otherwise, you can also live in Sanctuary. Hiding after the night, instead of meeting me here today. "

   Shermans sighed feebly.

  "I have seen too many people like you, for the power of Miguel, the evil Seni Lotaire, and even Lorenzo Medici who was obsessed with the golden age.

  You are all such people, crazy people who are obsessed with something...but I can’t do it, I’m a saint! I am destined to go to heaven! How can it be with you demons? "

  Looking at the secret note last time, Shermans was content and whispered softly.

   "Actually...I don't want to entrust these to people like you, but only people like you can do something by all means."

  Shermans stopped talking, he used his last strength to drive the horse, and slowly turned his head towards the direction of the manor.

   "My believer has gone to death, how can I leave him? Not to mention that they will give up completely only if they see my body."

   "And I have been escaping for too long, I have no strength to escape."

  The horseshoe stomped on the grass, and Shermans slowly moved away from Lorenzo. Lorenzo looked at the sad back and finally couldn't help but shouted.

  "Shermans! Shermans Borgia, you gave everything for your god, everything, do you really think it exists!"

  If the so-called gods really exist, then how can gods allow the existence of evil spirits called demons? If gods really exist, why do they never respond to the prayers of believers?

  Shermans stopped, and the rain curtain separated him from Lorenzo, like a world of life and death.

  "Mr. Lorenzo Holmes... this world is too cruel, life and death, joys and sorrows, let alone those weird demons.

  So people have to believe in something to deceive themselves, right. "

There was his old laughter in the wind, and Shermans no longer looked back. He bit the cigarette between his mouth and inhaled and exhaled vigorously. The horse began to run wildly, like an extremely sharp sword, running wildly. After cutting through all the wind and rain, nothing could catch up with him at this moment, and even the shadow was left far behind him.

  As if time had been reversed, he shouted and roared like a young man with tears in his eyes.

Looking at the figure that was constantly blurring in the rain, until the end of the heavy rain ignited a brilliant fire, under the ray of light, Lorenzo saw the dark silhouette, he charged like a saint going to death To the burning heaven.

  "From now on, the crown of righteousness will remain for you."

  An unnamed hymn came from the wind, celebrating the final mass.

  (End of this chapter)