- >>->The once prosperous manor is now in dilapidated condition. The lawn full of life has been baptized by the fire, leaving only the ashes of the dead scattered on it, and the dust is blown up by the strong wind.
In the end, it has a kind of deathly gray color, and everything looks so sad.
The two monster-like people stared at each other from afar, with expressions of indifference or fury.
"Priest Lawrence, where did you go that night?"
The ghost asked again. He was a survivor of the Holy Night, a survivor who could never exist.
It's really bone-chilling cold, just like a familiar face revealed under the frozen lake. He is obviously dead, but one day you walk on the frozen lake and see his stubborn face again.
Even though he is already dead, he still stubbornly breaks through the ice and tries to drag you down.
There is always something chasing you, some are memories, some are missions, and some are the spirit of vengeance filled with rage.
"What did you guys do on the night of Advent?"
The faint voice sounded again, and the burning iron cavalry stepped across the scorched grass, and the raging flames burned behind him, as if he was carrying the scorching sun on his back.
The voices began to overlap in a blur, and it seemed that countless people were questioning him at the same time, all the dead demon hunters.
Not many people know the full story of the Advent Night incident. After all, the disaster that swept through the Seven Hills was so horrific that even the holy Pope died inexplicably in the end.
In my memory, Medanzo was also one of the insiders. When the [Messiah]-level containment was breached, he was the first to enter outside the Cathedral of Saint-Naro, but now he is dead and only has his will.
Living in the [gap] like a lonely ghost.
Lorenzo knew only a vague outline of all this, and nothing else.
Suddenly he recalled the conversation he had with Medanzo many years ago. As a guard guarding the Cathedral of San Naro, Lorenzo's job was actually very boring. After all, there were not many desperate demons who would try to attack this place, even if there were
Under this huge armed guard, they may not even be able to climb the sacred stairs.
The work at that time was extremely boring, but boredom is a good thing. There were no monsters, no fighting, and apart from the secret blood flowing in his body, Lorenzo was just an ordinary guard. Everything was normal and wonderful.
At that time, Lorenzo asked Medanzo what he wanted to do after retiring. After all, he was the best in the branch. Maybe he could take over the position of Dean Lawrence and become the new dean, and he might even wear a red robe.
Come and play.
But Medanzo said that he was not interested in that kind of life, and he asked what he wanted to do. Lorenzo said that he wanted to be a bard or something, travel around the world, and read all kinds of things.
"It's very similar to your style, but I don't like running around. I might open an office with her."
Metanzo answered this at the time. He said that he wanted to open a detective agency, but now he became a detective and he was dead forever.
No one could have imagined that it would end like this many years later, just as Lorenzo would not have imagined that he would become like this many years later.
"You...don't look like him?"
Dean Lawrence obviously did not listen to Lorenzo's words. He was still struggling with the strange familiarity with Lorenzo.
But then he smiled, the same blazing whiteness burning in his cloudy eyes.
He had lived for so long that even his own memories of the past were full of strangeness. He always felt that he should remember Lorenzo, but Lorenzo was hidden under the armor and he could not determine his identity at all.
, but what’s important about this?
Even noble people like the Pope will die, but only people like him can survive to the end. No one is worth remembering.
Forgotten is dead, just like no one has ever known what was built on the yellow sand, it is meaningless.
"Stop talking nonsense, kid, it's just for different interests."
He raised his head, his voice was very calm, and looked at the falling strong light. Unknowingly, the purification mechanism had surrounded this place. In the night sky, the aerial cavalry was ready to go. One light spot after another lit up in the darkness, which was the ignition ignition device.
Burner thermite rifle.
There was a slight trembling sound from the rails at night, as if something made of steel was rushing towards here.
"In the final analysis, hatred and all that are just the anger of children. Real adults will just stay silent and do what they want."
Dean Lawrence smiled. It was obvious that he had failed in tonight's operation. He did not catch Eve immediately and was blocked by the sudden appearance of the demon hunter.
"Actually, you are lucky. You survived. If I were you, I would hide, find a place where the church can never be found, forget all about the secret blood demon, and live a good life...
I have always longed for this kind of peaceful life, but it’s a pity that I haven’t gotten it after living for so long.”
"Do you think I would choose that?"
Lorenzo asked.
There was a long silence, and then Dean Lawrence smiled.
"Yeah, how could it be? Just like when I gave up my peaceful life, I was about the same age as you...maybe a little older, but the fire in my heart has not been extinguished. Why do I hate evil so much that I would stab my brothers?
Well, young people will always do something unexpected when they get up.
Just like different age groups will make different choices, but at least this is our own choice, there is no need to regret anything."
Dean Lawrence's eyes were as cold as ice. He was once young and there was a fire in his chest, but now that he is old and the fire is extinguished, he is a boring adult who just uses any means to achieve his own ends.
"If you are a demon hunter, I should have taught you that you should always hide your thoughts... Weapons have no thoughts."
"I'm almost sick of hearing this."
"But you've heard so much, haven't you learned anything?"
The old wrinkles were twisted together, and he looked like a real teacher.
Lorenzo did not understand what Dean Lawrence said at first, but then the reason he had lost due to rage returned. He remembered something belatedly and unconsciously tightened his grip on the sword.
"Those low-quality secret blood is also related to you, right."
The mysterious disappearance of Dean Lawrence on Advent Night. If he took away the Book of Revelation at that time and then developed inferior secret blood, then everything would make sense.
But then Lorenzo thought of another thing. If the above guess is true, then how did Dean Lawrence know that there would definitely be a [Messiah]-level containment object to break through, although he didn't know the security of "Revelation"
Measures, but only that night the Cathedral of Saint-Naro completely fell, giving him the opportunity to take action.
He also said...he planned all of this, causing endless commotion just like tonight, but his real purpose lies behind the shadows.
On the surface, it is revenge against the nobles, but in fact, it is to kidnap Eve, then unleash panic on the night of Holy Advent, and secretly steal the "Book of Revelation"...
Suddenly all the rage of revenge disappeared. He looked at Dean Lawrence who was smiling at the other end, as if a huge shadow enveloped him, extending from the Seven Hills six years ago to the old Dunling today.
, something is fermenting secretly, and the aftermath of the Holy Advent Night incident is far from over.
Lorenzo looked at Dean Lawrence in shock, everything in his mind was in chaos.
"Child, we are all being chased by the carriage of fate."
Dean Lawrence laughed loudly.
"Some people escaped from the wheels that crushed everything, while others were crushed into powder..."
After the laughter, he slowly raised the broken nail sword and looked at Lorenzo in despair.
"You, like me, thought you had escaped, right?"
The words stopped and the wind started.
The blazing flames almost condensed into substance, gushing out from the old eyes. Dean Lawrence's expression was calm and self-defeating, and the unknown wind dragged up his red robe.
At that moment Lorenzo could only see a streak of rushing scarlet, accompanied by the sound of thunder tearing the air, the edge of the broken sword pointed directly at Lorenzo.
"You are still a child after all."
Sighing sounded, Lorenzo swung his sword and tried to cut down the thunder, but the galloping thunder suddenly deviated slightly on its path, only deflecting a little distance, but it was so easy to fight with Lorenzo.
The sword blade passed by his shoulder and then fell towards his back.
"Hide your thoughts and never let others know your goals before the weapon is actually dropped. This is a belated lesson."
The voice still echoed in his ears, and nameless fear fell on Lorenzo. He could only see the broken sword light cutting through the ashes and smoke, crossing the ruins and sea of fire.
His target was not Lorenzo.
Thermite rifles fired together, and countless gunshots were mixed together, like the sonorous whisper of an ancient giant.
The burning thermite bombs pulled out hundreds of burning tracks in mid-air. In slow motion, they were red lines stagnating in the air, weaving a large burning net and blocking all the routes that Reverend Lawrence could travel.
So at this moment, heart-stopping power surged, and the old door slowly opened with the master of will. With the smell of dust and decay, the old beast walked out of the cage again.
The thunderbolt directly met the fire net, and its speed never slowed down, but became faster and faster. Then, just like avoiding Lorenzo's sword strikes, the figure swayed slightly and dodged one thermite bullet after another.
It seemed...as if he knew the trajectory of those thermite bombs from the beginning.
At this moment, Lorenzo froze on the spot. He suddenly recalled the deeds of Dean Lawrence deep in his memory. An old elder once called him this.
Shanda's salary.
Yes, he is the leader of the Demon Hunting Order, and he has also been named that angel. Whether it is his sword strike or the burning trajectory, all of this has been predicted by him.
Eve could only see the approaching glow. No matter it was the thermite bomb or the soldiers in front of her, they could not stop him. Like a falling meteor, the next moment Dean Lawrence came with a biting wind.