Lorenzo remembered that this surname originated from the notorious Poison Dukes. They were active before the Golden Age and controlled the Evangelical Church with poison and murder. But they originated from poison and ended up with poison.
Never would I have imagined that Shermans was actually a descendant of Borgia, and that unlike his cruel ancestor, he was a truly devout believer.
The explosion whipped up blazing foehn winds in the sealed wine cellar. Samuel's twisted mass of flesh and blood was directly pushed out by the explosive impact of the paint antimony because it was close to the door. After dozens of seconds of subsidence, Lorenzo finally
He slowly stood up and looked at the mess in this place.
His whole body was filled with that sharp pain, and bits of blood slipped from the tip of his nose. Because of the explosion, Cantrera's toxins more or less interfered with Lorenzo. This feeling was really bad, as if there were countless maggots running along his body.
The blood vessels flow and eat flesh and blood.
This poison is a secret secret of the Borgia family. It is a poison that can kill "people". Because of its severe toxicity, it was used to deal with witchers in later years. After all, witchers are not
Pure demons have human parts in their bodies, and this poison is aimed at the bad qualities of mortals.
"Shermans!"
Lorenzo shouted, and from the charred wreckage, he found Shermans who was still breathing hard, and helped him up with difficulty. The old guy barely opened his eyes, looked at Lorenzo, and then
Vomited blood.
"You're in good shape. I thought you would be blown up to death."
Lorenzo said, but Shermans had no energy to talk nonsense with him, so he just asked weakly.
"Is he dead?"
"Probably not. After all, that is Power Yanar, but he probably doesn't have the strength to continue chasing us now. He needs time to heal himself."
Lorenzo said that he didn't think that the blow just now could kill Samuel, not only because of his power. At that time, Samuel had been demonized, and his secret blood awakening level exceeded the critical value, and all the values of his body had leapt forward.
, not to mention that the shot did not penetrate the heart.
But Samuel needs time to rest, and so does Lorenzo.
"We have to leave. The explosion just now will definitely attract the other demon hunters. If we don't evacuate quickly, we may all die here."
Lorenzo took Shermans' arm and walked with some difficulty.
The scary thing about demon hunters is that they always travel in groups, and a lone traveler like Lorenzo is a special case. After all, he seems to be the only one left in the old order, and he is the last lone wolf in the pack.
"You can leave on your own." Shermans didn't understand Lorenzo's persistence. If he gave up on himself, he could escape from here to a large extent.
"No, I need your knowledge, your secrets, the past of the Evangelical Church and the Demon Hunting Order. These things are all in your mind."
After listening to his words, Shermans looked at Lorenzo with some surprise, his dirty face and gray-blue eyes shining brightly.
He is also a somewhat paranoid guy, just like himself.
Shermans grinned, laughed silently, and then asked feebly.
"Yager, you're not dead yet, are you?"
After a long time, in the corner, Yager pushed away the broken wood of the wine barrel that was pressing on him. He waved his hand to Shermans, but could not say anything. The wood chips in the explosion pierced his throat, and he
He covered that place tightly with one hand, otherwise he would have bled to death.
Shermans' eyes didn't waver, he just broke away from Lorenzo's hand, staggered over, and gently held his face.
"My child, you are going to die."
Yager gave him a sad smile, then nodded gently.
"The time has come for you to devote yourself to God."
Yager's expression froze, but then melted. He was relieved, as if he had achieved some kind of mission, his whole body relaxed, and he leaned against the wall.
In the Rat's Nest, facing Lorenzo's pursuit, he also said this to the priests. The priests also happily went to death under his words. Now it was his turn. Unexpectedly, Yager had no fear. Obviously
He was about to die, but he felt very relaxed, as if after falling asleep, he would wake up in the glorious kingdom of God.
Shermans kept staring at his face, with a vague sadness on his old and dilapidated face.
…
The clear rain keeps falling to the earth. Looking to the sky, bright light is swirling in the gray silver clouds, as if the day is just behind it, ready to break out of the constraints at any time.
Lorenzo stepped on the soft green grass, facing the rain, and helped Shermans climb over the fence.
Sporadic gunshots came from the direction of the wine cellar. It was Jager who was still resisting. Lorenzo left all his ammunition with him, as well as the last lacquer antimony throwing knife.
This is Shermans' plan. What they need most now is time. Yager will attract firepower in the wine cellar and pretend that they are still there, while Lorenzo and Shermans pass through another secret tunnel.
The goal is to leave the door, and the purpose is the horses in this racecourse.
No one knows when a train will pass by, so it's better to gallop on horseback.
"Is faith so magical?" Lorenzo asked.
It was hard for him to forget Yager's last expression, which was not an expression that a dead person should have.
"maybe."
Shermans didn't want to say anything more. He sat down against the fence. He didn't have much energy left.
"Lorenzo...Lorenzo Medici. I am not involved in the battles within the church, but I am more or less aware of it. Some people say that Lorenzo Medici is still interfering with the gospel after living in seclusion.
Church, but this time he went covert."
Shermans said suddenly, looking directly at Lorenzo, his eyeballs seemed to be frozen.
"You just saw the power called Yanar, and this power originated from "Revelation". In the golden age, Lorenzo Medici held almost everything in his hands.
, even Dean Lawrence is his puppet, do you think it’s possible that he doesn’t understand the Book of Revelation?”
The cold rain choked him, and he coughed painfully, and his breath became weak.
"We'll talk about it after we leave here."
"Quiet! Listen to me!"
Shermans became furious, but then he weakened and babbled.
"He must have read the Book of Revelation, that book of miracles and taboos, from which a powerful demon hunter like you was born, not to mention finding a way to become 'immortal'."
Lorenzo pulled the horse, but when he heard this, the movements of his hands stopped involuntarily.
"There are too many speculations in the Evangelical Church about Lorenzo Medici's later years. What is more credible is the game between him and Dean Lawrence...or everyone in the Evangelical Church.
Lawrence was dominated by Lorenzo Medici, but as Lorenzo Medici aged, his control over the Evangelical Church became weaker and weaker, until he could no longer hold power. Lorenzo Medici
Diqi left like this, but he was unwilling to accept it and tried to find a way to become immortal.
The group of people headed by Lawrence naturally did not want to see his rise again, no matter how slim the possibility was, so they secretly attacked each other."
Shermans took several hard breaths, as if he would pass out in the next second.
"But the old lion is still a lion. No one dared to really offend him. This maintained a long stalemate until someone guessed that Lorenzo Medici had found a way to become immortal and started his plan. Push forward.”
"What plan!" Lorenzo asked anxiously.
"I don't know, I don't even know if it actually existed or if it was successful... Who knows? The fire on Advent night destroyed everything, even Lorenzo Medici died there That night, it became a mystery."
Lorenzo was about to touch the truth, but he was stuck on the edge, unable to go any further.
"Come on! Stand up!"
There was no time to think about this. Lorenzo didn't know how long Jager could hold on. He helped Shermans and helped him mount the horse.
Lorenzo then mounted the horse and signaled Shermans, but Shermans refused to drive the horse. He just lowered his head, as if dead.
"The Evangelical Church, the Evangelical Church has too many forbidden secrets, Lorenzo. It has appeared in the world since the beginning of history, and has been fighting against demons for thousands of years."
"But where did the Evangelical Church begin? As recorded in the Gospels? A group of people who were not afraid of death went to the northern ice sea and brought knowledge that changed the world... But where did this knowledge come from? , in the final analysis, it should have a starting point!"
"I should be asking you this!"
yelled Lorenzo, angrily lashing Shermans' horse to make it gallop.
Two lonely figures were running on the green fields in the rain, and the cold rain beat on Shermans' face. He was too sleepy, but he still tried his best to stay awake and refused to close his eyes.
"Lorenzo Holmes!"
He shouted loudly and grabbed the reins with his withered hands.
"What the hell are you going to do!"
Lorenzo yelled angrily that they had succeeded, and as long as they kept running, they could escape the demon hunter's pursuit, but Shermans asked slowly with a smile at this moment.
"Is there any smoke?"
Lorenzo was stunned, feeling a strange feeling, but he couldn't place it.
The old man was soaked by the rain, but he still looked at himself with a smile.
"I remember you said that tobacco is desire, and believers should curb their desire for those things." Lorenzo once listened to his sermon.
"I am going to die. I have been pious all my life. God will not care about this."
Lorenzo was silent. He took out a cigarette and lit a fire for Shermans, but the rain was too heavy and the wind was too strong. The fire ignited several times before it managed to burn.
Shermans raised his hand to cover the cigarette to prevent it from being extinguished by the rain. His posture when holding the cigarette was not standard. He took a strong puff and choked, making a low moan of pain.
"You don't know how to smoke?"
"This is my first time! But it feels really bad to smoke this stuff, but why do you people still like it so much?"
Shermans held the cigarette in his mouth, feeling the pungent taste in his throat, and asked with some confusion.
"It would be nice if there was still wine."
He went on to say that he had lived a pious life, but at this last moment he had indulged himself in a devilish way.
"Shermans..." Lorenzo said his name.
"I'm very happy that I met you, Lorenzo Holmes, in the end of my life, instead of some Miguel or Seni Lothair."
Shermans said, then gave Lorenzo a hard smile that was really ugly.
"Shermans, we still have a chance to escape now..."
"No chance, Lorenzo, the witcher will not let me go, and I can't leave him."
As he spoke, he coughed violently again.
"Maybe this is the fate of our Borgia family. It starts with poison and ends with poison."
Only then did Lorenzo notice that Shermans's face began to turn livid, and black blood overflowed from the wound, exuding an ominous aura.
The poison from the explosion also affected him. After experiencing so much, the old man finally couldn't hold on anymore.
"I'm about to die, just let me talk some more nonsense."
Shermans said as he took out his notebook from his arms. After such a fierce battle, the notebook was still intact. The only flaw was that there was a little more blood on it.
"This is my notebook, which records me...no, records all the Borgia family's records of the Evangelical Church, but be careful, Lorenzo, knowledge is cursed. When you touch something,
You will be targeted by something!"
Even though he was about to die, Shermans still felt uneasy and scared when he mentioned these things. Just like fate, he touched these taboos today, so he also died today.
Lorenzo took the note. It was as heavy as a rock.
"why?"
Lorenzo didn't understand.
"How do you describe this feeling? It's like a person is about to die, but he still has a huge wish, an extremely big wish that can make people temporarily abandon all positions, good and evil, and everything is just for this
wish……
You are not a good candidate, Lorenzo Holmes. You are the same as Samuel. He lives for some so-called victory. You are also paranoid and live for something. Otherwise, you could have done it in St.
Hide away after night instead of meeting me here today."
Shermans sighed feebly.
"I have seen too many people like you, Miguel who is for power, Seine Lothair who is evil, and even Lorenzo Medici who is obsessed with the golden age.
You are all such people, crazy people who are obsessed with something... But I can't do it, I am a saint! I am destined to go to heaven! How can I be associated with you devils?"
Taking one last look at the note containing the secret, Shermans was content and whispered softly.
"Actually... I don't want to entrust this to people like you, but only people like you can accomplish something by any means necessary."
Shermans stopped talking. He used his last strength to drive the horse and slowly turned his head in the direction of the manor.
"My believer has already died, how can I leave him behind? What's more, they will give up completely only if they see my body."
"And I've been running away for so long that I don't have the strength to run away anymore."
The horse's hooves trampled the grass, and Shermans slowly distanced himself from Lorenzo. Lorenzo looked at the sad back and finally couldn't help shouting.
"Shermans! Shermans Borgia, you sacrificed everything for your god, everything, do you really think it exists?"
If the so-called God really exists, then how can God allow the evil existence called demons to exist? If God really exists, why does God never answer the prayers of believers.
Shermans stopped, the curtain of rain separating him from Lorenzo like a world between life and death.
"Mr. Lorenzo Holmes... This world is too cruel, with life and death, joys and sorrows, not to mention those weird monsters.
So people always have to believe in something to deceive themselves, right?"
His old laughter came from the wind. Shermans did not look back. He bit the cigarette in his mouth, inhaled and exhaled hard, and the war horse began to run wildly. He was like an extremely sharp sword, running wildly.
The center cut away all the wind and rain, and now nothing could catch up with him, even his shadow was left far behind.
It was as if time had been reversed, and he roared like a young man, with tears filling his eyes.
Looking at the figure that was constantly blurred in the rain, until a brilliant fire light was lit at the end of the heavy rain. Under the light, Lorenzo saw the dark silhouette, and he rushed like a saint who was about to die.
Towards the burning heaven.
"From now on, there is laid up for you the crown of righteousness."
Nameless hymns were carried in the wind, and the last mass was said.