Ember Gun

  Chapter 727 Faithful

  "The era is constantly iterating and evolving, just as we used to wield stones, sticks, iron swords...and even now firearms."

  The new pope did not attack again, his voice was hoarse in the heavy black fog.

  The steel mask was also covered by white and tender branches and buds. They were like tiny vines, entwining and growing. Lorenzo looked carefully and faintly discovered that the buds looked like flesh and blood with plant characteristics.

   "This is undeniable, right? Everyone, our architecture, skills, art, technology, everything, our great civilization...

We are constantly spiraling upwards, and everything in human cognition continues over time, thus progressing, opening up unknown lands, discovering strange technologies... This is what we have done before, so in the end, why human beings Are you stagnant? "

  Most of the new pope’s body was replaced by branches and buds. He was deeply pierced into the ground and was difficult to move. Half of his body became tree-like rigid. His only arm was slowly raised, and crazy words sounded.

   "The road to sublimation is here, why should we stop there?"

  The new pope asked inexplicably, but Lorenzo and Lawrence didn’t talk too much nonsense with him. The fire flashed, burning the albino tree.

For a moment, it seemed as if a giant dragon was breathing towards him. The high temperature of the volcanic lava shot with chaotic sparks, and waves of heat enough to melt the steel were blowing in. The red threads that were scattered like huge cloaks were also broken. .

  They were flying in the air, and fireworks were chasing them, and the flames could be seen constantly flashing out, until only the floating residue and embers were left in the air.

  The steel mask was slightly burnt red, wrapped in the branches and buds, it was like a sculpture that had been weathered for a long time, only the arms were still moving stubbornly.

   "Stop talking nonsense, do you really think there is still something between us... the so-called room for maneuver?"

  Lorenzo told indifferently that flames erupted, completely covering the new pope, and even the dark mist began to dissipate under the high temperature.

  Lorenzo, like Lawrence, is hard-hearted and cruel, if only a few meaningless nonsense can shake the two, then the new pope...the unspeakable is also a bit naive.

  The new pope didn't care about this, but continued to make that disturbing weird laughter.

  Under the joint hands of Loren and Lawrence, they inflicted heavy injuries on the new pope and tore his body. Correspondingly, they also paid a high price.

  Lorenzo supported his body forcibly, and the sharp blow of the tail blade did not know how many bones he smashed. The sunken chest barely undulated with breathing, and every swallowing and vomiting brought the sharp pain of stirring the flesh and blood.

  The invasion of the black mist also brought many influences. Lorenzo had not been in contact with him for a long time, but he probably guessed the strangeness of the black mist.

It seems to be "substantiated" of erosion. With the infestation of these mists, they accelerated the rate of Lorenzo's erosion, and the world in front of him began to appear slightly ghosting. Lorenzo did not know how long he could support. But before he completely collapsed, he had the confidence to eradicate all this.

  Lawrence's vision fell on him, this guy stubbornly took out a brand-new spike sword from the sword bag without a word.

In order to attack the new pope, Lawrence is not only using Lorenzo as bait, but he himself is also one of many bait. The fight just now caused him to lose a few bodies. Lorenzo does not know how much Lawrence still has. The shell is hidden in the darkness. Once all the shells are damaged, then Lawrence, the immortal monster, seems to usher in the final period of death.

  The fiery flames burned, reflecting the magnificent underground palace. Lorenzo still remembers its former glory, but the eruption of the night of Saint’s Promenade made everything of this glorious no longer fall into the dilapidated darkness.

  I thought that all this was the end. After many years, Lorenzo returned here again to write the final chapter for all this disturbing.

   "I still remember him, everyone."

  The new pope reluctantly lifted his head, his body was assimilated with the hard texture of the shoots, like plaster, every movement made a clicking sound, and white powder fell.

   "The immortal Yanar...He was fighting here many years ago, fighting with the demons for countless days and nights until the final mission was completed."

The sound of metal cracking sounded. At first it was very weak and small, but soon it became clear. A fine crack was left on the steel mask. The crack broke, and the mask shattered a corner, exposing the hideous underneath. Terrible face.

  Lorenzo looked over, and saw that the new pope’s eyes were dark, like a dull night, and his scarred face was exposed, but Lorenzo did not feel terrified, in his opinion, he only felt tired.

  It was a tired face.

   "What is he? The new pope, or..."

   Lorenzo muttered to himself, when Lawrence's calm voice sounded.

   "He is still him, but not anymore."

  Mysterious and mystical answer, Lorenzo couldn't understand it, but there was no need to figure it out at this moment.

  The new pope has become a slave to darkness, but in his mind, he can still clearly recall everything in the past.

The babble sounded, and the shoots grew, just like the undead Yanar back then, the flesh and blood reproduced like plants, alienating him into a weird and speechless monster.

The middle section of the body began to extend, like a snake's belly. His only arms began to dry and slender. What he was grasping in the air, and soon there were branches and buds entangled together, they spiraled up and rose up from the ground. Turned into a sharp and slender thorn, the thorn was taken off by the dry arm and turned into a sharp spear.

  The earth is recovering, and countless branches stretched out from the well of sublimation. They crawled all over the stagnant temple, entangled one after another around the new pope, turning into sharp spears, waiting for it to be drawn.

   "I can see it, see the darkness in your heart."

  The new pope said quietly, like an immortal soul.

Neither Lorenzo nor Lawrence acted rashly. The new Pope is leaning against the Well of Sublimation. No one knows what kind of power he possesses at the moment, and the two are in poor condition. If they make a mistake, they can be fatal. Blow.

  Although he thought so in his heart, Lorenzo was still a little impatient, and their time was running out, at least Lorenzo was like that.

Not only was the new pope approaching the well of sublimation, he was also approaching the well of sublimation, like a whirlpool falling into the water, the suction from the darkness became stronger and stronger, until Lorenzo could no longer reach it and was dragged by it. Into the abyss.

   "Lorenzo Holmos, I can give you a new life, don't you yearn for everything that you missed and cannot be touched anymore?"

  The voice did not weaken at all, and it came into Lorenzo's ears clearly. Lorenzo did not respond, with a gloomy face, Lawrence reminded him timely.

   "Don't look into his eyes."

  That was the trigger that triggered the illusion. Lorenzo had fallen into it before and was hit hard.

"Um."

  Lorenzo responded indifferently, breathing smoothly, and clenching the sword in his hand.

  Seeing Lorenzo indifferent, the new pope turned his gaze on Lawrence again. He also wore a steel mask, and his eyes were as hot as electricity.

   "So what about you? Lawrence."

   "No matter what you promise, you can't seduce me."

  Lawrence set up his two swords and strode forward, Lorenzo couldn't wait, he couldn't wait either.

  If "sublimation" is a disease, then Lawrence is already dying, and every second of staying in the Silent Temple may cause the outbreak of the disease that Lawrence has accumulated.

  There is not much time left, chasing Lawrence and Lorenzo.

   "Of course I know...not to mention there is no need to seduce you."

  The new pope is also ready to fight. He raises the spear in his hand to make a thunder.

A new round of offensive broke out in an instant, without the slightest warning, the ground under my feet began to tremble, thick black mist once again overflowed the wellhead, and there were also raised branches in the middle, which were like long whips, whipping the ground forcefully. .

Lorenzo waved his spiked sword, and the hot stream of fire was swayed out by him like sword aura. The white blade of light passed by, splitting the heavy black mist. Under the strong light, Lawrence moved forward quickly, like a shadow. Accompany.

   "I saw you!"

  The new pope shouted and threw the spear in his hand.

  Can only hear the thunder in the air, all the light and shadow seemed to shrink to the extreme, pulled into a thin line, and then turned into a rolling thunder.

  Lorenzo could not see the spear advancing in the air, just like a stop-motion animation. The spear was still in the hands of the new pope one second, and the next second it was firmly inserted into the ground and penetrated Lawrence's thigh.

what happened?

  Lorenzo could not see the trajectory of the spear, but he could see Lawrence's tragic situation clearly.

On the eve of the spear coming, Lawrence was driven by instinct to swing his sword to block it, but the sharp two swords were easily broken under the bombardment of the spear. Pierced deeply into the ground and nailed Lawrence to death.

  No wailing, no hesitation.

  Lawrence pulled his body vigorously, his thighs were torn apart, and his bones were exposed. He quickly drew out a new spike sword and slashed fiercely on his thigh to release the bondage.

  Blood dripping, he staggered forward, and at the same time thunder sounded, and the spear appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Ding-

  The reverberation of the metal rises, and the lingering sword force brings wind pressure to disperse the dust rolled up by the spear.

  At the critical moment, the other side of the nail pierced out. As before, it failed to block the spear. The pale, branch-like spear seemed to carry divine power. God said it was unstoppable, so it was unmatched.

  Nothing can hinder its progress, but at least it can deflect slightly.

  The other Lawrence dropped the broken sword in his hand, and blood was dripping from his trembling arm. Behind him stood Lawrence with a broken leg, holding the nail sword so that he would not fall.

   "How many shells do you have to try and error?"

  The new pope laughed, stretched out his hand, and took off the spear that had grown from the ground again.

  He turned into a towering tree, guarding the well of sublimation, and black mist entangled him like thick smoke overflowing in a gap.

   "At least enough to kill you."

   Lawrence said calmly, and at the same time more footsteps sounded, from the shadows in all directions, one by one Lawrence walked out of the darkness, they clenched their swords, their eyes flashed like the day.

The new pope didn’t say much either, and after a hoarse laughter, the whole stagnant temple trembled violently. Thousands of branches swayed high with the miserable laughter, and they slapped violently. Around, at this moment, the Lawrences all started, turning into thunder and slammed into him.

  The nail sword is pulled into a slender strip of light, they overlap together, weaving a splendor like an aurora.

  The old soul roared, and the anger accumulated over the years completely broke out at this moment.

  Lawrence does not need words to inspire momentum, what he did and did revealed everything in his heart.

Lorenzo tried to see everything on the battlefield clearly, but only the rolling dust and fireworks came into his eyes. They were like thunder chasing each other, flashing out in the dark constantly, and there was a faint sound of breaking. There is also the aftermath of broken flesh and blood.

   "Lawrence! I saw your prediction!"

The voice of the new pope came from afar, and the raised branches entangled a Lawrence, and the shoots plunged deep into his head, as if eating his memory, and then the head was completely crushed. Turned into a rain of blood in the sky.

   "So it has been supporting you until now?"

  The voice of the new pope is magical, like the whisper of the devil.

   "So Lawrence..."

  His voice softened, and soon the roaring thunder sound ended all the noise.

Lorenzo only felt that there was a strong impact erupting, and the ripples that came up overturned everything along the way. He could only stab the nail sword, stabilize his figure, and look forward. The diffuse black mist and fireworks dissipated with the impact. , A mess.

The whole ground was ploughed, and among the broken pieces of soil, hot blood was sprinkled, and several **** corpses fell on it. The organs and pieces of meat were everywhere, and there were countless pieces that were broken together. Branches, I don’t know how many swords Lawrence wielded in that short moment. He almost cut off all the branches extending from the Well of Sublimation. They fell all over the ground, like earthworms that have not yet died, wriggling struggling. NS.

   "Now you have reached the end of the prophecy, right?"

  The new pope’s voice sounded again, but this time his voice became very gentle, as if he was coaxing the child to sleep peacefully.

   Stretched out his rotten palm, and then touched the awkward guy in front of him.

  Lawrence’s mask was full of cracks, his left arm was missing, and a large piece of flesh was missing from his abdomen. He could see the exposed organs, steaming hot.

"Yes…"

  Lawrence replied spookyly.

  He kept falling down, kept trying and making mistakes, and finally broke through all the obstacles, and paved a way to reach the new pope. He stubbornly raised the sword, but he no longer had the strength to stab it down.

  This is the last shell of Lawrence, and his defeat is set.

   "Poor Lawrence, a slave bound by fate, you have fulfilled your prediction, then..."

  The new pope drew his spear, and then gently pierced it out.

   "Go with your death."

  Lawrence’s heart was penetrated, first stiff, then soft, his body slowly knelt down, the interference of pain and erosion made his consciousness exhausted, and now, even simple thinking seems extremely difficult.

  Lawrence understood that he seemed to have lost and was about to die.

  The pale spear pierced his chest, and the blood ran down the barrel of the gun, gathering in front of him, like a blood-colored mirror, reflecting the terrible appearance of Lawrence in it.

  Gradually, the iron face also withered little by little, and fell to the ground, exposing Lawrence's face.

  It was a face he didn't recognize.

   "Destiny gives you infinite power, allowing you to go to the present, but it also binds you firmly, and the time of death is approaching, and you cannot resist."

  The devil spoke calmly.

  Lawrence believed so religiously that before the predicted death date, he was invincible. Similarly, when the death date is approaching, even if he has monstrous power, he cannot change the direction of this destiny.

  Holding his hands tightly on the spear that pierced his chest, Lawrence tried his best, still unable to shake it, as if Lawrence had lost all his power at the moment he was sentenced to death.

   "A faithful one?"

   Lawrence whispered, everything came too fast, but it was already in the imagination.

  Perhaps it was an illusion, the blood-colored mirror surface underneath him began to squirm, and the blood continued to overflow, turning into a scarlet ocean.

  In the rushing waves, Lawrence saw countless **** palms stretched out, asking himself for debts.

  (End of this chapter)