Ember Gun

  Chapter 716 Ship

Lawrence still remembers all that. Many years ago, on the night when he was inscribed in his soul, he fled like a poor wild dog under the raging fire, but now, he is here again, like a king returning Arrived at his palace.

  It’s really a refreshing feeling.

The Cathedral of Saint-Nallo refused Lawrence’s arrival, but no matter how it resisted, the tentacles were rolled up and broken, there would always be new figures, stepping on the fallen corpse to move on, "Lawrence" seemed endless, incarnate It's the same evil demon.

  There is no turning back. From the moment Lawrence became the Orthodox Pope, he only had the way forward.

  Fortunately, Lawrence doesn’t care about this. He has never looked back, nor has he regretted the choice he made.

  He is a true fanatic, a fanatical extremist, who has fought for that illusory prophecy.

   "Everyone, have you seen it!"

  Lawrence stepped on the dusty steps and walked towards the Cathedral of Saint Nalo step by step, towards the kingdom of heaven.

   "I will almost reach the end."

  He was talking to himself, not sure who he was talking to.

   may be an illusion, or it may be that Lawrence's own consciousness is gradually losing control, anyway, all of this is possible in him, after all, Lawrence has been alienated into an existence that is indescribable by common sense.

  Every death of Lawrence is a real death. The split consciousness is killed, and the experience of death is transmitted to other consciousnesses. He feels the panic and pain, and then continues to carry the pressure.

  Lorenzo has always been in awe of the power of [Gap]. Although this power is powerful, it can also cope with the price.

The [gap] destroyed by them will not completely disappear, just like the impurity that is difficult to remove in alchemy, the fragments of those [gap] will also stay in their [gap], no matter how they destroy it, they will leave behind. A tiny bit of dust.

  But this kind of dust will deposit more and more in the constant fighting, making one's own [gap] become bloated, and even the self is hard to recognize.

  Yes, that's it.

  All the guys killed by Lawrence did not die, but lived beside Lawrence in another form. Lawrence could see them at any time, listened to their voices, and recalled their memories.

  Like a group of ghosts walking with Lawrence.

  Such deposits gradually filled Lawrence’s [gap], twisting his self into a weird appearance, just like the lives of countless people, stitched together, extending a deformed and crazy life.

  As more and more impurities are deposited, the [gap] of the self is like the ship of Theseus, filled and replaced by other people’s impurities, until you lose yourself under the pressure.

As he stepped up the stairs, Lawrence couldn't help but recall. It was a strange memory. There were men and women, and their careers and experiences were different, but he knew that these were not his memories, but some that were difficult to eliminate. It's just residue.

   "It's a pity."

   Lawrence whispered. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten most of his memories, only some hard-to-divide fragments were still clearly visible.

  This is also no way, in order to fulfill this great long-cherished wish, we must make a break.

  【Is it worth it? 】

  Another voice asked. As soon as Lawrence's pace stopped, he could vaguely see countless and familiar ghosts standing beside him, turning his ears to him softly.

   "The unspeakable?"

  Lawrence stood in front of the gate of St. Nalo Cathedral, his eyes were not lost, and he asked the voice in his head.

  【Are you still Lawrence? Such a distorted and distorted you, a life stitched together...]

  The voice is a bit familiar, but Lawrence didn't remember who it was for a while. He cared about himself very much, just like a dedicated teacher guiding confused students.

  【Are you still you? 】

  Lawrence was silent for two seconds without responding. Instead, he stepped past the fallen sculpture, from the broken and collapsed gate, into the burnt-in ruins of the church.

  He forgot a lot of things. Fortunately, he still remembers the layout of the church. Although it was destroyed like this, it still has a certain degree of recognition. He followed the vague memory and searched for the location of the gate of heaven.

The exquisite and luxurious carpets were burnt into a hard charred shell. The walls were painted with gray and black traces of burning fire. Dust and gravel were everywhere. The huge sculptures shattered into pieces, as if they were divided into pieces. Saint.

Lawrence blinked and was in a daze. The bright scenery came into his eyes. He saw the candle burning quietly. The church was quiet and sacred. The believers could be seen vaguely. They knelt on the ground and prayed religiously. With.

  Between the flames, someone walked towards Lawrence quickly, with a delighted expression on his face. Gradually, Lawrence could not help but call out after seeing his appearance clearly.

   "Lorenzo... Medici."

  Lawrence didn't have many friends, but he was at least one. His eyes were slightly lost, and then he sharpened.

   "You are dead. This is a fact that cannot be changed."

  He said indifferently.

  The nail sword swiftly passed, and then the picture in front of him was frozen, and fine cracks appeared on it. Lorenzo Medici's face was shattered and withered, and all this prosperous thing collapsed together.

  The world in front of him once again changed back to its previous appearance, gray and dilapidated. Lawrence stood in place, with a chopped corpse lying in front of him. The blood slowly infiltrated the ground and was swallowed by this building.

  【Really a good dream, right? 】

  The voice continued to inquire.

  【What you are after, is this all inconvenience? In the beautiful golden age, as long as you want, I can promise you all this. 】

  Lawrence smashed the head of the corpse and grasped the nail sword in his hand.

  He... They invaded this ruined building, which was also eroded by flesh and blood. This huge building is a huge monster, and Lawrence is striding into the trap it has set up.

  The walls squirmed, and the fallen sculptures seemed to come to life. They were driven by flesh and blood, raising their claws, and guarding the Cathedral of Saint Nalo.

  But this was all in vain. Under Lawrence's nails, their defenses were fragile, and they advanced all the way until the entire building was trembling violently.

  Lawrence stopped, and could see straight cracks appearing on the wall, a little blood spilled between the cracks, and then the ground was shaking.

  The architecture has come to life, and the architecture is changing.

Lawrence speeded up his pace and sprinted forward, but as the building fits, a wall crosses him in front of him, and the promenade immediately behind him also begins to change. New fork roads appear, and new walls block the road, one after another. The dead figures were exposed, and they stood up shaking.

  The Cathedral of San Nalo is changing rapidly. It has become a living maze, constantly switching roads, trapping all the invaders outside the gate of heaven.

  【Lawrence! Just like the ship of Theseus, are you still yourself today? 】

  At this moment, the illusory voice also became louder, questioning Lawrence loudly.

  【You are no longer a ‘him’, why are you bound by this long-cherished wish and move forward? 】

   Also at this time, Lawrence turned his head slightly, looked at the illusory ghost, and responded to its endless nonsense.

   "Why do you think... I am no longer me?"

  Lawrence’s tone was full of incomprehension and doubt. He stood in the middle of the cross corridor, and the surrounding buildings changed rapidly.

  "Why can you conclude that I have lost myself?"

  He also yelled loudly.

   "After all,'you' does not exist, you are illusory, you are the dark side of my heart, and you are myself."

  The answer that Anthony knew before he died was already seen by Lawrence. He has always been aware of all this, so he never cared about the constant voices in his mind.

   Holding the nail sword tightly, the blazing fireworks rolled over Lawrence's body. He seemed to be searching for something, his eyes constantly drifting away.

   "Yes, a big ship sailing on the sea constantly replaces its parts, so is it still itself in the end?"

  Lawrence's voice contained a mockery of ignorance, spurning the unspeakable high above.

   "You want to say it is no longer itself, do you?

  You want to say, I am disturbed by countless deposits, my life and consciousness are distorted by broken memories, I am no longer Lawrence, just a monster with the name ‘Lawrence’! "

  He found the target, his figure resembling thunder, his nails ripped open the wall, bloody, piercing through layer after layer of obstacles.

   "No, there is something you made a mistake."

A distorted wailing sounded, one arm after another stretched out from both sides of the promenade, and as Lawrence moved forward, the promenade began to squeeze and shrink, like a closed intestine, sharp nails dancing wildly, Trying to keep Lawrence.

"It doesn't matter how many parts the ship is replaced, because it is a'ship' and its mission is'course', not other messy things, so as long as it can continue to fulfill its mission, what kind of ship is it? , Is it still important?

  A big ship, a small boat, or even a broken piece of wood, as long as it can still ‘navigate’, isn’t it enough? "

The burst of fireworks turned the promenade into a **** of blazing flames. Countless arms waved like seaweed, and turned into scorched black bodies in the heat. As the nail swords swayed, they shattered into pieces like snow. Crumbs.

  Lawrence rushed out of the restraints, a large amount of plasma fell on his body, and then evaporated by the high temperature, and a stench lingering in the air.

   "Yes, Lawrence is indeed dead."

  He said to himself.

  "He has become another demon, abominable and evil, and he will never be able to take back the nobility of a human being."

  The scorching breath spit out from his throat, and Lawrence's chest seemed to be filled with flames, which kept heating up with the beating of his heart.

   "But he still has the name ‘Lawrence’, and his mission has not changed."

He drew out another spike sword again, he was holding the two swords, and at the same time more tearing sounds sounded, and immediately after the surrounding walls broke, between the blood and the flesh, one after another Lawrence appeared here. .

  He didn’t need to walk through the maze, he just had to cut it all the way. Thanks to the monster's size, it made Lawrence vent his anger, and it was much more convenient, as long as he slashed the surrounding buildings madly.

   "I don't know, will you feel pain."

  Lawrence was curious, and waved a storm of sword blades.

  The building is shaking, the building is wailing, and the building is trying to fight back.

One after another monsters "melted" out of the wall, with scarlet tentacles closely following them, but facing the hordes of Lawrence, this resistance seemed too weak, and in a blink of an eye it became one-sided. Slaughter.

  Lawrence is well prepared, nothing can stop him.

  The strong erosion was suppressed on his mind through layers of obstacles. There was the core of the storm, and he could faintly feel the existence of the [Gap].

  All the abhorrent modifiers stacked on top of each other can hardly describe that power. It is the source of all disasters and the open door of hell.

  But like the last delicacy, Lawrence is not eager to taste it. Before the death fight begins, he has to make enough trial and error to draw the end of his enthusiasm.

  At this moment, another piercing and sharp hiss sounded, and Lawrence looked forward, and a group of things that he didn't know how to describe appeared in front of him.

It is like a huge mass of meat, a constant flow of plasma is leaching out of its surface. There are many bumps on the meat, and strands of long and thin hair are entangled between the bumps, which are densely attached to the minced meat. At the same time, there was a large block of dirty blood clotting on it.

After a brief squirming, one arm after another came out of it, struggling frantically, as if trying to escape from the shackles of the flesh. The sharp nails scratched out wounds, and under the wounds were exposed white bones. With this terrifying struggle, the tragic wailing sounded continuously, and the sound was as sharp as a sword, cutting the throat.

  It's like a polymer stacked with countless corpses. Lawrence has seen enough of this scenery. He has been in **** long enough, and he has long been accustomed to it.

  There is no difference between the twisted piece of meat and the monster he killed before, it's just another lamb to be slaughtered.

  He lifted the spike sword and strode away, but his movement was interrupted by a sudden shock.

  The building was wailing and shaking.

  Lawrence was also a little unclear at first, so he immediately felt the erosion that galloped, and in this cruel hell, new gladiators joined the battlefield.

  He seems to have guessed who it is.

  In an instant, the dome made of flesh and blood began to dent and rupture, and the billowing flames shone through the flesh and blood, and at a certain moment when it reached the critical point, it collapsed completely and scattered endless, gray-white snow.

  As if a sharp sword with sanctions fell from the sky, all obstacles were smashed through, reaching the end of the deep darkness.

  Splendidly, Lawrence saw the figure in the firelight, with its sharp wings spread out like an angel about to tremble and fly high.

  (End of this chapter)