Ember Gun

  Chapter 308 The Well of Sublimation

  Still Temple.

  It is still quiet and empty here, old dust falling from the darkness above, they are evenly spread in every corner, like a dead world.

  Except for the new pope, no one can be seen at all, but you can hear those subtle breathing and heartbeats in the silence, as if there is unknown life in an invisible place.

  Under the steel mask, he stared coldly at the writing on the paper.

After so many days of data sorting, review of past records, and torture of the people involved...After countless violent methods, the new pope finally got these, although it is not the whole picture, but It is also a highly credible guess, and now he needs someone to confirm these guesses.

Thinking about this, the blazing fireworks rose from his hand, burning the paper to the point of burning, and the gray and black remnants fell randomly, but suddenly an inexplicable suction pulled it, engulfed in an invisible whirlpool, and fell into the huge in front of his eyes. In the emptiness.

  Seni Lotaire stared coldly at the things in front of him. It was a pitch-black well, pure darkness, below it was like an endless abyss, and even the light would be completely swallowed up.

  The Well of Sublimation.

  When the alchemists were still there, it was similar to an altar for rituals. Through a method that the new pope did not know, they extracted the mysterious blood from this well.

If the Temple of Silence is the source of the demon hunters, then here is the source of the secret blood. Even if it has been abandoned for many years, standing on the edge of the well of sublimation, the new pope can still smell the heavy stench in the darkness, as if There are countless corpses stacked in the dark depths.

  "Remove the impurities, make the matter more pure, beautiful upwards, dirty downwards..."

  The new pope said softly, this is an explanation of the core "sublimation" of alchemy.

That is a miracle that all alchemists are pursuing. They believe that the continuous sublimation of a substance can obtain the "soul" of that substance. When a large number of "souls" gather together, it can be crystallized into a "miracle". thing.

  "Sage’s stone, philosopher’s stone, elixir..."

The new pope recalled the names of those "miracles". These are the products of alchemy and sublimation, but in fact, sublimation through different substances can get different things, such as sublimation from demons and miracles. , The miracle named Secret Blood.

The Well of Sublimation is a place for large-scale alchemy and sublimation. Good things gush out from it, and dirty things fall into the dark well. The Gospel Church has been conducting secret blood extraction for a thousand years. There are countless filthy things that have been removed from this sublimation well, but after so many years, they still can't fill this deep well.

  It seems that this is a bottomless pit. If you stumble and fall, you will only starve to death during the fall, and you will never be able to reach the bottom.

But this is just a legend. The new pope knows exactly what it looks like. So while he waited, the sound of mechanical rotation sounded, and the old structure once again triggered dust to fly, and the harsh rubbing sound along the wall of the well There were many step-like protrusions extending upward, and they spiraled downwards, falling into the end of the darkness, bottomless.

  He didn't stay too much, picked up the bright lantern, stepped directly on the ancient stairs, and walked towards the darkness below.

  The new pope didn’t know how long he had been walking. After being completely immersed in darkness, it seemed that all his senses had been stripped away. He was also not sure how long he had been walking, maybe only a few minutes, or maybe ten minutes, a few hours.

He stopped and raised his head. The new pope had already gone too deep. When he stepped into the deep well, the spot of light on his head was almost invisible. Except for the lantern in his hand, there was absolute darkness all around, and the darkness seemed to be Living, slowly creeping, no matter how the candle in the lantern burns, it can only illuminate the distance of three steps.

  The new pope is marching cautiously. There is no guardrail here, and no one will maintain it after it is built, or the original builders never thought that anyone would try to reach here.

The road underfoot was also built in the later time. Every stepped step has a history of nearly a thousand years. Why did people build this road to reach the deep well at that time? Its purpose has long since disappeared. In the years.

  The new pope stopped and went, reaching out his hand to wipe the wall of the well, and after wiping away the solid dust, under the shining of the lantern, he would find that the construction of the well of sublimation was a strange metal, silver and white glowing.

  Ordinary people may not recognize this substance, but the new pope is very clear that it is holy silver.

The lantern continued to shine, and the surface of the sacred silver was painted with strange symbols and patterns. This is considered a symbol of alchemy. There are also such things in the well head that can be observed. They are built together as if they were a picture. A huge picture scroll.

  It is even more frightening. The new pope descended at least a few hundred meters deep, and he stopped regularly to observe the well wall along the way.

The walls of the well are solid, cast from pure sacred silver. This is an unimaginable amount. Compared with the sacred silver in the entire well of sublimation, the amount of sacred silver stored in the church is simply the gap between the lake and the ocean, and Through the observation of the new pope, there is no trace of splicing on the entire shaft wall along the way. It seems that removing these extended steps, the rest of the structure is integrated.

  This is a building beyond what mankind’s current technology can do. The new pope can hardly imagine who built it, and even said that it is probably a natural thing. Human beings just make changes on its basis.

  He continued downward, and then discomfort rose from his heart. The long darkness tested his mind. Countless negative emotions breed in the shadows, interfering with the new pope a little bit, until a weird whimper was heard in the darkness.

Just below me, in the deep darkness, there was a creature making a deep sound, and this sound became more and more, they smelled the breath of living people, so they woke up from their long sleep, sending out blood-thirsty pleadings. .

  The new pope can hear it, like an evil symphony, broken organs and maggots are ringing, and scavengers are sucking blood.

  At the end, the ladder came to the end, and there was no further downstairs. On the last ladder was a mottled blood-stained chain. The new pope held the chain with one hand, and then looked down.

  There is only a group of darkness that cannot be illuminated by lanterns, an unknown unknown to no one.

  "Every time I come here is a test..."

  The new pope couldn't help whispering, even he hesitated at this moment, until he mustered up the courage and jumped into the darkness.

  The process of falling is not long, only a short moment, and the drop is only about three or four meters, but it is such a distance that makes the new pope fearful.

There is an overlapping gray between the world of life and death. That is the edge of life and death. This long journey is on the edge of hell. With the leap of the new pope, he crossed this short distance. Came to "hell".

  There is still invisible darkness all around, the air is full of strong fishy smell, the temperature is so cold, it is the polar regions of the north, and the breath is full of crystal mist.

The ground under his feet was soft and sticky, and then he seemed to step on the water. It was obvious that the temperature was so low, but the liquid could not freeze. Under the illumination of the lantern, he realized that it was scarlet blood, looking towards the end of the darkness. Go, the blood spread to all of the vision, as if thousands of people had died here, and their blood has not dried up yet.

  The new pope didn’t seem to be surprised by all this. He had been here before, and then he shouted loudly.

"I am coming!"

  No one responded to him, but the trivial and evil voices in the dark became more complicated.

The new pope understood that he just slept too deep, and it was a little too deep to wake up. A dazzling white light appeared under the steel mask. Then he pulled out the nail sword he carried around his waist and gently cut his wrist. The blood was allowed to pour into the pool of blood under the feet, and the pure flames also burned beside the new pope with the pouring of blood.

The pale light illuminates this filthy world, and the scarlet blood is soaked with disgusting flesh and blood organs. Some of them are still emitting a slight heat, twitching slowly, as if there is still life, and there are many such things. , The weird and deformed body, the severed head, can barely distinguish a larger thing from the vague darkness, but it is too big, even the fire light can't fully reflect it.

  This is the bottom of the well of sublimation. There is no specific name for the evangelical church here. Perhaps it had a name, but it was deliberately forgotten.

  The beauty rises upwards, the filthy falls downwards. Here are the filthy objects of the Gospel Church for nearly a thousand years. They have been forgotten here, but after so long, they have not completely died.

With the advent of living people, more and more weird things woke up. Something was moving under the blood. They slowly got up, and they could barely distinguish human figures one after another. They seemed to be humans. , They tried to stand up, but the flesh and blood of the body had already adhered to the ground... No, that was not the ground, it was also flesh and blood. The bottom of the well seemed to be filled with some kind of giant flesh and blood creatures, the position of the new pope. Rather, it is like a digestive gut.

  They were struggling, and they were already dead, but the flesh and blood were still full of vitality, and countless hands were waving, like some abominable horror ritual, but the new pope didn't care about it at all, and moved on.

  He is the only light in the darkness, countless eyes are staring at him, maybe when the flame goes out, those monsters will swarm up.

  Countless voices rang. The new pope could not understand the whimpering sounds, but he could understand the meaning.

  【It's a living person... a living person...】

  【Fresh blood, **** flesh...】

  【How long has it been, how long hasn't eaten...]

  【It's light! Light! 】

  【Too dazzling, too charming...】

  The new pope took a deep breath. At this moment, the erosion intensity at the bottom of the well had reached an unbearable level. Perhaps he would lose his mind in the next second, but he was still clenching his teeth.

  He firmly grasped the chain, and in the dark that was not illuminated, this was the proof of his return to the ground.

   "You are here..."

   Suddenly a voice rang from the darkness ahead, it was a real human voice.

  The new pope knew who the other party was, and strode directly, the wound on his wrist was still bleeding, the secret blood ignited a pure flame, and a little bit of darkness burned.

The darkness was expelled, and the appearance of the person was revealed... that was hardly a person. His upper body was extremely dry and fleshy, his skin was cracked like bark, clinging to the bones, and his hands were as slender as branches, because With the demise of flesh and blood, bones have been petrified and combined for many years.

The new pope is not surprised that he has become like this. Looking at the chilling head, it looks like a jagged skull covered with human skin, and the eye sockets are deeply sunken, and there is a piece of it under it. dark.

   "How have you been so many years?"

  The new pope asked him questions like an old friend, and the man answered very calmly.

   "What else can I do? I can't die, and I can't really live..."

  He seems to be laughing, the laughter is hoarse and intermittent.

   "That makes me so happy."

  He seemed very happy to hear these new popes. He raised his hand and let his blood fall on the ground. It was fresh blood, powerful blood.

  The calm was broken in an instant, and the man knelt down immediately, greedily sucking the blood of the new pope, as if it were a delicacy.

  Looking at his ridiculous appearance, the new pope shook his head, stopped the blood, and took off his mask.

   "To be honest, I can only take off this mask without any worries when I face you."

  He lit a cigarette, reflecting the face that had been hidden behind the scenes.

It was a face that the devil would have in a nightmare. The flesh and blood of the nose and lips were completely dry and shriveled, but the scarlet flesh and blood slowly squirmed under the dryness, and the gums and teeth were completely exposed, and they went down the neck. This weird life and death has spread to his chest, and a drum-like heart beating in the dead wood.

  But in such hatred, a pair of clear eyes were embedded in the twisted flesh and blood, and there was a faint white light in it, and no emotion could be seen.

  A cigarette was quickly finished, and the blood on the ground had already been licked clean. The two remained strangely silent until the man raised his head and looked at the disgusting face, and asked softly.

   "What are you going to do?"

   "Intelligence, the intelligence of Lorenzo Medici."

  The new pope dropped his cigarette **** and looked down at the man.

   "He is dead, isn't he? What information does the dead man have." He said.

   "But what if he didn't die? Under the crown." The new pope said.

Hearing the word "Mianxia", the person's body suddenly froze, and then he shivered violently. He seemed to become crazy. The humble and submissive appearance just disappeared. He cried and laughed, shriveled. Roared under the body.

"how dare you!"

  It was the fallen nail sword that could greet him. The new pope stabbed the blade along his dry chest and nailed the blade to the ground, so that he had to bow his head to the new pope.

   "It's sad..."

  The new pope said and laughed. He enjoyed the torture very much. After living at the bottom of the well for so long, the pain can no longer interfere with this person, but the mental humiliation can make him angry, which is good.

   "I'm in a hurry, so what exactly is Lorenzo Medici going to do?"

  The new pope looked at the former pope, the old pope who had done nothing on the night of the Holy Prophet. Faced with the questioning of Seni Lotaire, he was crying and laughing at this moment, like a lunatic.

"I have no idea……"

  The old pope murmured to himself, no matter how the new Seni Lotaire turned the blade and the pain it caused, he just repeated this sentence.

"I have no idea."

  As when Seni Lotaire questioned him many years ago, he kept repeating it.

"I have no idea."

  (End of this chapter)