The scavengers have arrived here, wearing heavy isolation suits and heavy breathing coming from under the gas masks. They are busy. Because they are not specialized, they rotate every few minutes, and sometimes there is an alarm.
When the sound is heard, other people will carry the unconscious person out.
There is a faint mist in the air, which is the atomized neutralizing liquid. Although it is unable to resist the strange erosion, it can at least make people feel at ease.
Ordinary humans are so powerless against erosion, but even so, humans still gained a slight advantage in the war against demons.
From time to time there were screams of monsters. Some of the eggs had not yet fully hatched. The scavengers roughly opened the hard layer and dragged out the monsters wrapped in mucus. They were like undeveloped fetuses, their bodies
They are deformed, huddled together, and have human characteristics on their weird bodies, just like incompletely evolved creatures.
The thermite rifle was fired, and the soldiers stood on the other side to guard against these, locking these monsters into iron cages one by one. The perpetual pump has not found such monsters in eggs, and they need some samples.
The so-called talking at the top and breaking the legs at the bottom is probably like this.
Those scholars in white clothes were dissecting monsters in a well-secured laboratory, and these unlucky children had to be deeply immersed in erosion to catch the monsters for them.
"Is there a fire in here?"
Lorenzo caught a whiff of ashes.
"There is a strange plant that looks like a demon, but its shape is like a herbaceous plant. We found it when we captured the underground palace before, but we didn't expect it to be here."
Arthur replied.
"It's Stomach Grass. Dean Lawrence's breeding techniques are a bit unusual."
Lorenzo could imagine what it was after hearing Arthur's description. Fortunately, he found it in time, otherwise the stomach grass would have spread, which would have been much more troublesome than a normal monster.
"Mr. Holmes, what we really don't understand is this."
Arthur glanced at Lorenzo and pointed to the area further ahead.
"According to the detection of the Geiger counter, this is the source of pollution in the entire breeding farm and the place with the strongest erosion."
Arthur looked at the broken eggs. In the middle of the arrangement was a furnace that looked like an altar. The bottom was covered with ashes. The furnace had long since cooled down, but there was still some metal left.
"This is……"
Lorenzo could clearly feel the strong erosion coming from the furnace. It was so strong that it seemed like the center of a whirlpool, pulling everyone around him into the deep darkness.
"I don't know what it is, but I can see that the metal left in the furnace is suspected to be holy silver... Dean Lawrence may have used it to cast holy silver, but as a metal that destroys demons, how could it carry such a powerful
What about the erosion?”
This is what Arthur doesn't understand. Logically speaking, holy silver and demons are basically incompatible things, but it appears in the same place so strangely, and the holy metal carries huge erosion.
Lorenzo did not speak, but walked up to the pressure. The furnace was too deadly for them, so the scavengers also set up a cordon to warn other workers.
Arthur didn't understand why, but Lorenzo knew all this. He also had a silver-binding bolt made of holy silver in his body, which was the last insurance to block the secret blood.
As Lorenzo came closer, the hallucinations became more and more serious. It was hard to imagine what kind of existence the monsters who stayed here would be. Even the demon hunters could not resist. The whole world began to twist and collapse, with a psychedelic effect.
The music sounded, but suddenly at a certain moment all the sounds disappeared, the world became familiar again, and then Watson stood at the other end of the furnace.
"This thing is very dangerous."
Watson lay beside the furnace and looked inside. The holy silver was solidified at the bottom, glowing faintly.
Lorenzo had a strange feeling. The pressure suddenly disappeared, or the pressure had reached a level that Lorenzo could not sense.
"Priest Lawrence indeed has the skills to cast holy silver..."
Lorenzo reluctantly stood at the edge of the furnace, looking at the solidified holy silver at the bottom.
"No...that's not true, Lorenzo, think about it with your smart head."
Watson directly denied Lorenzo's words, and then she walked over and gently put her hand on Lorenzo's chest.
"If you connect all the stories together, you wouldn't really think that holy silver is so easy to cast, would you?"
Lorenzo stared into those illusive eyes, and for a moment he was slightly absent-minded.
"Is this a gift from the devil?"
"I was human once, Lorenzo. We were such good friends, weren't we? Do you need any reason to help your friends?"
"No, you are dead, Watson. You are now just the skin of some monster."
Watson's appearance was reflected in her gray-blue eyes. She had been dead long ago. Lorenzo's rationality was a bit scary.
"How do you judge the form of a life? I die, but my spirit will last forever? Is this considered death? My body was burned, but I still live in your mind, your memories, even
It's possible that I'm just a figment of your imagination, right?"
Watson smiled, with an evil ending.
"Am I part of your split personality?"
"Lorenzo, you can't figure out my existence. If you could figure it out, you wouldn't be so confused. Of course, those old people in the Evangelical Church wouldn't be so crazy."
Watson turned his head and looked at the bottom of the furnace, his voice gradually becoming colder.
"Lorenzo, I am the church's fault. You opened Pandora's box. You regard me as the so-called Holy Grail, but in fact I am just a false Holy Grail, right?"
As if something had been touched, Lorenzo's eyes became dangerous. He looked at the bottom of the furnace, and then looked at Watson, his voice trembling a bit.
"It's it..."
"Yes, you guessed it right."
Watson looked at Lorenzo with admiration.
"The detective is not in vain, he is much smarter than before."
"In the final analysis, [Messiah]-level containment objects refer to those demons that are super corrosive and extremely difficult to kill. A long time ago, the Evangelical Church called them natural disasters."
"But then the Evangelical Church found a way to kill the natural disaster, didn't it?"
Watson whispered.
"Just like the prefrontal lobotomy, just eliminate all possibilities of transmission and seal them forever."
"This is the last natural disaster, the last demon, and the only Holy Grail, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes."
"I am merely a fake, and they are about to crawl out of the grave of oblivion."
The sound was like a reverberating song, and everything in sight disappeared in the next moment. After the remaining cracks, there was a brand new picture. Lorenzo stood behind Arthur's wheelchair, and the yellow police cordon separated him from the furnace.
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Unnamed cold sweat dripped from the tip of Lorenzo's nose. He slowly let go of the chair handle and clenched his fists tightly.
Everything just now was an illusion. From the moment he saw the furnace, he fell into Watson's illusion. Those words echoed in his ears like a curse, disturbing Lorenzo's mind.
"You look very uncomfortable, Mr. Holmes."
Arthur asked with concern, even a demon hunter would feel uneasy in the face of this erosion.
"I think I understand the reason for all this."
Lorenzo suddenly answered slowly, with fatigue in his voice. Watson said that his guess was correct, so according to this idea, everything was established, but the result of being established made people shudder.
"I don't think these holy silvers were cast by Dean Lawrence. I should have thought of it immediately. After all, he was carrying holy silver that the Evangelical Church had accumulated over hundreds of years. Even if it was used to disguise this place,
It won’t take much.”
Lorenzo looked up at the huge breeding ground. Dean Lawrence had placed holy silver at key locations on the terrain, like a protective shield, locking the effects of erosion inside and minimizing pollution to the outside world.
This is how to avoid the search by the purge agency.
"What's the meaning?"
Arthur felt a little uneasy.
"Arthur, do you remember the Sacred Coffin? That thing is a [Messiah]-level containment object. In the church, those who can be given such a name are the kind of extremely polluting demons. They are difficult to
They can be killed, but they can be controlled and contained. Over the past hundred years, the church has contained many such ghosts and then sealed them one by one."
"you mean……"
The inexplicable cold engulfed him, and Arthur was a little restless, as if there was some huge secret just one step away from him.
"The Holy Coffin is entirely made of holy silver. It contains the last demon. It is the only [Messiah]-level container that the church has not properly disposed of. Our internal code name is the Holy Grail, which triggered the Holy Advent.
night of."
Lorenzo walked slowly over and looked at the bottom of the furnace that had appeared in his hallucination. Among the pitch black and silver, it seemed to be the bottom of the deepest pit. There were countless hands stretching out from the abyss.
, trying to escape, and trying to pull more people down together.
I can already imagine that hateful scene. The flames are boiling and burning, melting the sacred coffin in the furnace bit by bit. The holy words and reliefs are gradually collapsing under the high temperature. The miserable white metal is gradually withering, and finally the incomparable coffin is melted.
But the body of the words slowly emerged, twisting and struggling, embracing this long-lost world.
"Priest Lawrence melted the coffin of the Holy Spirit, and he released the devil inside..."
Lorenzo's voice seemed a bit ethereal, and there was a sticky sound of touch. In the fantasy of fireworks, the withered hand picked up a touch of metal solution, and then held it against the wall of the furnace, bit by bit.
He climbed out and stretched his body to his heart's content in the fireworks.
So what exactly do you want to do? Dean Lawrence.
The former demon hunter has now unleashed the most hated demon.