"Go home? If what you said is true, then Metanzo, you should know what will happen once I connect to the Stasis Temple."
Lorenzo had a headache. Judging from his senses, it didn't take long for him to enter the [Gap], but he had already received enough shocks in this short period of time.
The world we originally knew is collapsing, or in other words, new buildings are being built on that barren plain.
The Temple of Stasis is [Gap], another [Gap].
During his time in the Demon Hunting Order, Lorenzo had always blamed demons for all kinds of weird mysteries. At that time, from a practical point of view, the Temple of Stasis was just a huge building hidden under the surface of the earth.
Lorenzo didn't think too much when it sounded in his mind. After all, there were too many secrets hidden in that magnificent underground building.
The mysterious Shandafen witchers have lived there for a long time, using their weird precognition to assist in the execution of tasks, but Lorenzo never imagined that its true appearance would be like this.
When "abnormality" becomes common, people regard it as "normal".
[The Gap] is a strange spiritual world that connects every demon hunter, but they have never peeked into its truth.
"The Stasis Temple can detect my location... and locate me from this weird [gap]. The secret order is still being executed, which will only cause more trouble."
Lorenzo said sternly, one of the few transactions he and Watson had made was to cut off the connection.
The Evangelical Church has too many secrets, and their mysterious technology is frightening. Lorenzo also knows that once he does this, the Stasis Temple that comes back online will definitely find him. What awaits him then is the pursuit from the church.
kill.
The endless Knights Templar.
He has been away from there for so long that the city that gave birth to him has become so strange, like a monster in the night, and he feels scared just by seeing the silhouette outlined by the fireworks.
"So Lorenzo, I think we need to go home, where all the truth lies... at least for us."
Medanzo said slowly.
In that underground palace, the Witcher was born, the unknown and forbidden technology originated here, and it is also the source of the Night of Advent.
The center of the mystery.
If there is any place closest to the truth about demons, then it must be the sacred place of the Seven Hills, where all the secrets are buried under the Cathedral of Saint-Naro.
Lorenzo was stunned. Of course he knew what he meant. He was not going to the Stasis Temple from the [Gap]. He was referring to arriving there in reality. This is really a simple solution. After all, the Evangelical Church is the answer to all mysteries.
In the center, as long as you get there, of course the prerequisite is that Lorenzo can survive the siege of the Knights Templar.
"Then think about Lorenzo carefully. You must know that the Temple of Stasis not only connects you and me, but also all the other surviving demon hunters."
Medanzo said with profound meaning.
Like some kind of ominous revelation, Lorenzo said mysteriously.
"Priest Lawrence was also a demon hunter..."
Yes, the Demon Hunter Dean who once had the name of Shanda Feng, now Dean Lawrence has completely disappeared into the shadows, and there is no trace at all, but if you use the Stasis Temple...
"No, the fact that he can survive until now means that the church does not know his position, and the Temple of Stasis cannot completely help us."
"But at least there will be some clues, right? Lorenzo."
Medanzo continued, more eager than ever.
"Haven't you noticed yet? We are about to arrive at the mysterious truth."
The mystery that shrouds the entire world.
What exactly is a demon?
The twisted and terrifying rift closed again, and the entire gray and cold world returned to its monotonous appearance. Medanzo looked at him with some disappointment.
"Lorenzo, think with your own ideas instead of being bound by the church's ideas."
Lorenzo said nothing, he just looked at Watson on the other side and said nothing.
"Looks like the conversation fell apart."
Watson finally spoke, and she spread her hands helplessly, but the smile on her face became even brighter.
"So Lorenzo, you better think about it, is hatred more important, or is the truth more important?"
She said, and then the frozen tide thawed, and the surging water rolled and roared. Lorenzo subconsciously rushed towards Watson to try to stop her, but soon the ice under his feet broke, and the blue and cold water dragged him completely.
Below, in the chaotic blur, the cold remaining ice scratched his body like a sharp knife.
The whole world seemed to be a funnel, and Lorenzo was falling into the deepest part of the darkness.
It was a strange feeling. He had never realized how he arrived at the [gap], but at this moment he clearly felt how he left.
Keep falling, falling, reaching the deepest point.
There was an ethereal and melodious voice in my ears, echoing in the almost dead blue. Then the color of the dead blue began to deepen, revealing an unobservable dark silhouette. It was so huge that it was as big as Lorenzo
At this moment, my eyes can only barely keep it within my field of vision, as if it is some kind of eternal creation.
It fell together with Lorenzo until it lost consciousness and reached the bottom of the deep.
The extremely cold wind passed by, refreezing the gradually calming sea surface, and then an overwhelming snow curtain surged, covering the broken ice surface with a thin layer of cold snow.
At some point, the familiar bench appeared in its original position. Medanzo walked over slowly and sat on the bench with Watson, admiring the full moon that was half submerged under the horizon.
Like the power of the Creator, the whole world seemed to restart the moment Lorenzo left, and everything returned to its original appearance.
"His consciousness still seems to be very confused. To be precise, he is not aware of those 'abnormalities' at all."
Watson said suddenly, breaking the calm first.
"This is a side effect of power. Of course, it is a miracle that he survived and did not die of being corroded by you."
Medanzoor replied calmly, and then asked Watson again.
"So...are you like me? Really dead?"
"It depends on how you define 'death'. I am a poor sacrifice. Those madmen have sublimated me into a pseudo-Holy Grail. Now it is a very strange feeling... I am me, but I am not who I used to be.
It sounds convoluted, but it’s true, just like you said about Lorenzo, it’s difficult for a ‘human’ person to understand me.”
Watson answered.
"Like a monster?"
Medanzo asked in return, but he didn't wait for Watson to answer anything, and just smiled a bit thankfully.
"A nearly immortal body, terrifying strength and tough bones, a long lifespan...who wouldn't want to be such a being?"
As he spoke, he wrapped his clothes tightly and looked at the endless ice fields, his voice echoing.
"Of course, it would be better if you can still have a rational mind."
…
"So the accident happened anyway?"
Arthur's voice came over the channel, and Merlin answered.
"Yes."
"What's the situation at the scene? Has he broken through the workshop? Order the ground troops to join in and not let him rush out."
"Don't worry, he has been successfully recovered."
Arthur's voice was stunned, as if he didn't expect that the extremely dangerous loss of control could be solved so easily. Judging from the calmness of Merlin's words, it seemed that it didn't take much effort at all.
"The Original Sin Armor was not offensive in any way, and Mr. Holmes fell into a coma, and his state was very strange."
"strangeness?"
"Yes, it's very strange. You should know that the ultimate in alchemy is the excavation of the soul, and he gave me the feeling that...the soul was no longer there."
Merlin said a little uncertainly, and at the same time he glanced at Lorenzo.
At this moment, he was walking quickly in the corridor. The security team tied Lorenzo to the iron bed and began to transport him, with a gun to his head.
Merlin was still a little worried and followed them from the other side, alert to any changes.
"Soul? Merlin, you should be clear about our rules and try to eliminate any interference from the occult to us."
Arthur's voice sounded.
Mystery brings ignorance, and what is needed to purify institutions is absolute reason.
"Sorry, I'm used to it, so you can understand it as consciousness. His consciousness is not within the body. It feels like it has sneaked into another place."
"Consciousness transfer? Is there such a phenomenon in our historical records?"
"No, but there is a similar situation in alchemy."
Merlin replied.
"You should know that the history of mankind is much darker than what is written in textbooks, except for demons and human greed.
Just like those lunatics who are crazy about eternal life, some even believe in demons and desire to become one of the demons."
In the history of fighting monsters, there is no shortage of traitors. Some people have glimpsed the terrifying vitality of monsters. Even the demon hunters who usurp the secret blood will have a long life. So what happens when humans become monsters?
Therefore, many sects that believe in demons have emerged in history. They believe that they can gain eternal life from demons. However, such sects generally do not last long. Before the demon hunting sect can take action, they will destroy themselves because of attracting demons.
But... there are always a few lucky ones, not to mention there are such peepers among alchemists.
They tried to move their consciousness or soul into the demon's body, but in the end they all turned into terrifying monsters.
"You mean his consciousness has disappeared? Then where can he go? Corrupted by demons? Then you should be dead by now Merlin, this demon hunter is ridiculously strong."
If Lorenzo loses control, the Perpetual Pump may have already fallen.
"I don't know. We alchemists don't have the luxury to conduct experiments with demon hunters. These are all unknown to us."
Merlin said.
"But we don't guarantee that there will be other possibilities. Come to the Perpetual Pump, Arthur. We need to meet and talk."
Arthur replied after silence.
"I understand."
Suddenly Merlin's voice on the channel became urgent.
"etc!"
"what happened!"
Arthur also became nervous for a moment. Although he was joking, he knew very well the seriousness of the incident.
"He... looks like he's awake."
…
It feels like something is crawling out of your stomach, scratching at the walls of your stomach and coming down your throat.
Lorenzo retched vigorously, like a drowning man struggling painfully, but he soon found that his struggle was useless. When he opened his eyes, his vision was blurred, and he could only see the passing lights, and his ears
The voice on the other side had a strange reverberation.
"He...he's awake, Commander Merlin!"
Merlin? What's going on? Lorenzo remembers that he was in the Armor of Original Sin... Yes, that damn experiment. Did he lose control and dismantle the perpetual pump?
Lorenzo started to race in his heart. He didn't know whether it was because he was grateful for the trust of the Eternal Pump or some other damn emotion, but they didn't kill him immediately.
"Wake up!"
Someone said, and then a loud applause slapped his face, and then Merlin's face became clear in his field of vision.
"what happened?"
Lorenzo could barely see everything in his field of vision clearly. He seemed to be lying on a bed. The surrounding area seemed to be very crowded, and only vague figures could be seen.
It feels like you wake up in a hospital bed and everyone greets you with smiling faces, celebrating the success of your operation. If everyone frowns, then maybe they have discovered a new disease, and maybe they will...
Name it after you.
"So what are you going to call it? Holmes syndrome?"
Looking at everyone with serious faces, Lorenzo couldn't help shouting.
"Relax, you look like you are attending my funeral now!"
"Mr. Holmes, we cannot relax in this situation."
A voice responded, and the vision became completely clear.
There was a heavily armed soldier on each of the four corners of the bed, pointing a gun at his head. Judging from the caliber of the gun, he would be lucky to have a whole body.
Merlin was standing on the other side of the bed, and the bed shook slightly with the sound of the pulleys rubbing against the ground. Only then did Lorenzo realize that he was being transported.
"What are you doing?"
Lorenzo tried to move, but it was obvious that he was firmly tied to the iron bed.
"We are choosing a suitable cell for you. If possible, I hope you can relax and don't get excited."
Merlin said.
"Actually...I'm quite calm now."
Lorenzo answered calmly, putting aside those mindless nonsense, the demon hunter's eyes flashed with incomprehensible confusion.
Suspect.
Lorenzo was full of doubts about the world at this moment.
In fact, Lorenzo thought about many things during the process of gradually waking up.
About [Gap].
Obviously, this weird spiritual world cannot be constructed by ordinary people. It is the ultimate after contact with darkness. When it reaches the deepest place, it is related to... demons.
Lorenzo has a pseudo-Holy Grail in his body, and he himself is the prison of this terrifying demon. So according to Metanzo, if the Stasis Temple is also a large [gap], is it also related to a certain demon?
shudder.
The Evangelical Church is far more complicated than it seems, just like no one knows how many rooms there are in the Cathedral of San Naro.