Ember Gun

  Chapter 449 Lawrence

  This is a story covered in dust.

  Lorenzo was in the desolate wilderness. The wildfire was burning weakly. The wind carried dust across the old nail sword. The body had long been rotten, and even the setting sun on the horizon was **** red.

  I don't know if it is an illusion or some other factor is interfering with him. Lorenzo's ears sounded a terrible roar, the metal rubbed against each other, the flesh and blood was torn apart inch by inch, making a fine and shattered sound.

  The demon hunters are fighting in the wilderness. They are very powerful, their secret blood is constantly burning, releasing the forbidden beasts from the cage in the bottom of their hearts.

  Incarnate into monsters, but even so, they still can’t fight the most primitive malice and despicableness.

  Blood gushed out, and finally gathered into a stream, soaking the dry earth...

"Lorenzo Medici is too naive. He naively thought that everyone was looking forward to the golden age. As everyone knows, what everyone cares more about is the power and interests at the moment... The most ridiculous thing is that I was at that time. Actually as naive as him."

  Lawrence took a deep breath, maybe it's been too long since he recalled these things, and the memories became blurred.

   "Ideal or something, it is still too naive. Only those things that are practical, visible and tangible, are worthy of people's madness."

   "Here... what happened?"

Lorenzo asked in a low voice. Perhaps it was the reason for the [Gap]. His emotions were also beginning to be infected by Lawrence. The huge despair and anger filled the bottom of his heart. For a while, he even couldn't hold the sword and lost Force fights Lawrence.

"How long ago it was, I can't remember. In short, Lorenzo Medici's power became stronger and stronger a long time ago. He secretly controlled the Pope, and helped me become a patriarch and a cardinal. A member of Qing.

The entire gospel church is completely controlled by him, and the divine power and power are on his side. We all think that everything will develop in the best direction. Nothing can stop us. We can do whatever we want. What to do, what to do.

  The golden age is close at hand. "

  Lawrence found a raised position on the wilderness and sat down, with the nail sword lying across his thigh, just like the spare time of fighting, enjoying this rare peace.

  Lorenzo's gaze became dignified. It is difficult for him to describe the complexity of his current mood. For a while, the turbulent desire for revenge actually weakened. Lorenzo just wanted to know what happened at that time.

"It was a wonderful time, but unfortunately, we still did not recognize the essence of human beings... I think you also know the later story? The cardinals began to resist, and they secretly assembled their strength, and the gospel church ostensibly arrived. It became strong and prosperous, but in fact, undercurrents were surging."

  Lawrence looked at the wilderness and murmured.

"This is what happened at that time. Lorenzo Medici was finally defeated. He compromised. He realized that he was too old. If he was a few dozen years younger, he might risk it. If the church is divided, he will kill those who oppose it.

  But he is too old, his body is no longer strong, even his consciousness has become muddy, he may be able to protect himself, but this does not include me. "

   "My disagreement with him appeared at that time."

  Lawrence raised his hand and rubbed his head vigorously, probably because [Gap] traveled too many times, and his memory was muddy. Many times he could always see strange phantoms, messing up his memories.

"I said everything will be left to me. If you are too old and can't carry the sword, let me settle those enemies. Kill them all and leave them alone. By then, there will be only one left in the church. There was a voice, the voice of Lorenzo Medici.

I dominate the Demon Hunting Order, rooted under the Saint-Nallo Cathedral. As long as he gives an order, I can control the Saint-Nallo Cathedral, and even the entire Seven Hills. The Templar Knights are very powerful. There were a lot of them, but when they reacted, it was too late. "

  Lawrence's expression gradually became ferocious, he was immersed in the expected killing, and he felt carnival for his revenge.

   "I will put these heretics to fire, without exception."

"and then?"

   Lorenzo asked. He looked at Lawrence on the steep slope. The guy was completely absorbed in the story.

"Then? Then? Lorenzo Medici gave up. He compromised. Perhaps he did not want the evangelical church to split, or something else. He chose to live in seclusion, but I also know what happened later. The Silent, the Holy Coffin, Holy Night..."

  Lawrence laughed. The ridiculousness did not last long, and he became lonely again.

"It's really him. I thought he had compromised. In fact, it wasn't like that. He chose to take revenge in another way... But it was still too late, Lorenzo Medici, he had revenge too late. , Otherwise I won’t be on this broken road."

   His eyes fell on Lorenzo, as Lawrence said, they are the same kind, Lorenzo did not feel too deeply, but this is not the same for Lawrence.

"After all, the demon hunter is a weapon. A weapon cannot have its own will and the power to surpass its owner. Unfortunately, I have both of these points. After Lorenzo Medici compromised, I had no shelter. , He also told me to let me go with him, but I refused, and I don't want all my efforts to come to nothing.

  I went to lobby other cardinals, I told them the beauty of the golden age, perhaps Lorenzo Medici was too strong, but I will make a compromise, as long as they are willing to believe in me and are willing to support me.

  I am willing to give up everything. As long as someone can help me, we are so close to all the good things, so close. As long as we work hard, maybe we can really succeed?

  ...I’m still too naive, Lorenzo Holmos. "

  Winter's chill came out of Lawrence's words, and in a blink of an eye it enveloped Lorenzo.

At this moment, Lorenzo can do nothing, swinging swords, fighting, and yelling. All he can think of now is to stand here and listen to Lawrence’s past. The dark and unknown cloud of doubt is about to be completely cleared, and Lorenzo will see being Hidden secrets.

   "Yes, right here, the wilderness outside Feilengcui many years ago, a deserted wilderness."

  Lawrence stood up slowly, and he walked towards Lorenzo as he said, his eyes wandering along the way, wandering among the corpses of the demon hunters.

"I was deceived by them, how could they believe me? I was with Lorenzo Medici, I am a demon hunter, the head of the demon hunter, or a cardinal, I am too threatening for them.

  I came here full of expectations. I thought what was waiting for me was to advance to the golden age, but what I faced was countless Templar knights, my apprentices, my subordinates, they all died here. "

The earth was trembling, and Lorenzo slowly backed away. He saw the earth under Lawrence's feet split open, and countless dry and rotten arms came out of it, and one after another squalid dead came out of the **** of lava. Climb out.

"They are afraid of me, and they won't believe me. There are hundreds of Templar knights carrying Borgia's poison and holy silver weapons. Just like you said, I can't see that. The distant future will not be able to escape the torrential rain that falls."

The palms of the bones grabbed Lawrence one after another, and the dead hung on him, trying to drag him into hell, but they could not shake Lawrence, and even his steps could not be stopped, so he was just like that. Drag and move forward.

   "Since then I have known a truth, Lorenzo Holmos."

   "There is nothing to be trusted. All I can trust is myself and the sword in my hand."

  The face of the dead hovered beside Lawrence, his hideous faces roared and they scratched Lawrence, but none of this could stop him.

   "If there were no such things, I might really unite you and let you join this great process, but this is still too regrettable, I can no longer trust others."

  At the end of that battle, Lawrence survived, and only he survived.

   "How did you survive."

  Lorenzo looked at him solemnly. He had never thought that Lawrence had such a past, and thus realized again that the suspicion of the church was more than what he saw.

  "A gift from Lorenzo Medici, a blood of the Holy Grail."

  Lawrence laughed hoarsely.

  "I returned to the Gospel Church alive. Their expressions were very interesting at the time. If I changed it, I would kill them, but this time it was different. I learned to compromise and learn to forbear until they were all destroyed."

The dry palm suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, Lorenzo was too late to dodge and was grabbed by it, and then more palms stretched out from under the cracked ground, wrapped around Lorenzo's body, tied like a iron rope. Up him.

  This is so heavy, unlike Lawrence, Lorenzo found that he could not even move, let alone move forward like Lawrence.

   Then more chaotic hallucinations appeared before my eyes...This is not an illusion, but a memory, countless pieces of memory, and the owner of this memory is not Lawrence, but strangers one after another.

   Broken memories mixed with chaotic emotions swept Lorenzo. Suddenly, Lorenzo knew what this thing was.

  Remnants, residues of [Gap], residues of will.

  These are the residues of [Gap] destroyed by Lawrence, and countless wills are mixed together, almost contaminating Lorenzo's will.

   "How many people did you... invade?"

  The heavy pressure made Lorenzo kneel down involuntarily, and he didn't need him to defeat Lawrence in [Gap]. This countless residue had already corroded Lawrence a little bit.

   "A lot of people, I can't remember too many."

  Lawrence's expression was extremely relaxed, it seemed that none of these residues could affect him, or he had been corroded too deeply and merged with these residues.

   "Why, are you still alive?"

  Lorenzo couldn't understand that countless memories and will were mixed together. With this degree of pollution, Lawrence should have lost himself long ago, but now he is still "awake".

   "The name is not important, it is just a pronoun for masks."

Lawrence's figure gradually decayed. He seemed to be unable to withstand the oppression of the dead. Finally, his body collapsed in front of Lorenzo's eyes, dragged by countless palms into the burning fissure, but then there was a Only the dry palm raised Lawrence's mask and put it on his face.

  The withered body was injected with strength, the stiff muscles began to become active, and the blood surging again.

  It became Lawrence.

   "The name is not important, Lorenzo Holmos, it is not important whether I am Lawrence or not, what is important is what I want to do, what is important is the will that runs through all of this."

  It looked at Lorenzo, as if it were fighting for the mask, fighting for the "meaning" represented by the mask, and countless palms caught on it again.

   "Many years ago, here, at the moment I was about to die, the blood of the Holy Grail saved me, and it also allowed me to see the future, a very distant future."

  It walked to Lorenzo's side, not too far away, but within this distance, it died several times, and the mask was replaced again and again.

  Lorenzo's heart was completely chilled. He was suddenly confused and terrified. He couldn't understand what he was facing.

  Lawrence was dead a long time ago, and countless residues corrupted his will, and the id was lost in broken memories.

Lawrence is still alive. He has lost his name and everything he has, but he still remembers what he was going to do, which binds him like an iron law. No matter how many times he is replaced, this order is still resolutely executed. .

  This is the answer that Lawrence found. He used the absolute iron law to overcome the side effects brought by the power Gabriel, although the price was that he died a long, long time ago.

   "For us, is human nature a protection or a yoke?"

  It muttered to itself, and finally came to Lorenzo's side.

   "What are you going to do..."

  Lorenzo tried to say Lawrence's name, but at the moment he blurted it out, he hesitated. He didn't know exactly how he should call this...monster in front of him.

   "What am I going to do? It's simple, save the world."

   it said.

  Lorenzo was startled, then yelled.

   "What are you kidding?"

   "I'm not joking, the ideal of the golden age is still too remote and unrealistic."

   Its voice was calm, but Lorenzo could feel the despair mixed in it, and in the end it gave up this unreachable ideal.

"How can demons be eradicated? This is a curse given to us by God. We cannot break the curse... But I can save the world and save everyone. I may not be able to eradicate demons and bring the golden age to come, but I can at least let More people survive to ensure the survival of mankind."

  The voice was like crazy muttering, constantly impacting Lorenzo's mind, and Lorenzo felt that his world was collapsing.

  Save the world for the survival of all mankind.

  This is its reason, its purpose.

   "Some things must be done by someone, and the fate of being restrained by mortal nature is Lorenzo Medici. He has done so much, but in the end he failed and was defeated by ridiculous humanity.

  I will not go back to his path, Lorenzo Holmos. "

  It hasn’t had a candid conversation with people like this for a long time. This is like a confession and a declaration of war.

  "You are building an army, a blood-secret army, do you know what will happen if this is out of control?"

  Lorenzo scolded angrily.

  "This is necessary to save the world and survive human beings. This my army, it will only obey me."

  It grabbed Lorenzo's head and forced him to look forward.

   "If you think I'm wrong, then do it to me, try to prove my mistake, to correct me, not to make a big talk, Lorenzo Holmes."

   "I won't kill you, you are not my enemy, they are."

  Lorenzo couldn't make any sound. He saw it, saw its memory, the nightmare hidden deep in its heart.

  It was a vast, **** sea. Lorenzo had seen these in its memory, but it was only a fragment, and now he has witnessed all of it with his own eyes.

  The tide is rushing to the wilderness, they are wriggling strangely...It is not sea water, it is countless monsters, terrible monsters.

  They are as numerous as ant colonies, like ocean tides, endless.

Passing the wilderness, crossing the river, invading the city, raging flames rose in the ruins, people were crying and resisting, and the solid barriers were collapsing little by little, before the demons could completely capture them and guard the soldiers. They alienated one by one into demons.

  The mortal army was easily defeated. The Demon Hunter squad lasted for a while, but their number was too small. Finally, they were destroyed in the fire together with the Cathedral of Saint Nalo.

  Lorenzo saw Old Dunling begin to fall under this desperate tide, blood and corpses piled up in familiar places, and he vaguely saw countless corpses again.

  Shrike, Kestrel, Eve, Seleu, Hercules...

  Everyone will die. This is an extremely dark and desperate future.

  Everyone was torn to pieces, minced meat and internal organs were spilled on the ground, blood smeared everything in the field of vision, and gradually Inervig fell, followed by Gallunaro, Viking kingdoms, Leber...

  The whole world fell into dead silence.

  Lorenzo panted heavily. He was a little confused whether it was an illusion or its real memory. The oppressive despair made him lose his body temperature and his brain went blank.

  This is what it wants to see.

  It released Lorenzo and walked slowly forward.

  This is the last pure land, and now the demons are rushing towards this place, it does not have the slightest fear, but a sense of relief.

   Not to be bound by morals and ethics, and to abandon human nature and desires. For this purpose, even oneself can be easily sacrificed.

   Raising the spike sword towards the demons, Lawrence said calmly.

   "This is my enemy, the battle I should fight."

  (End of this chapter)