Lorenzo raised his head and looked at the clear starry sky.
The pain in the depths of his mind drove him crazy, but this deep starry sky kept him calm, like soaking in slightly cold sea water, relieving all the pressure and diffusing the tense nerves...
The aurora and the starlight are intertwined together, like a gorgeous skirt. They are entangled and continuous on the Silent Sea, spreading like a road to the end of the road, guiding everyone on the way forward.
It seems that His appearance is more like a test. The Dawn Advance has passed the test, so there are no more storms and thunders in their voyage, and there is no pursuit of monsters. Unfortunately, the cold and erosion still exist, like invisible evil ghosts.
Wandering in the shadows where light does not reach.
The ruins of the Morning Glory were rising from the starting point of the fire, illuminating shadows of varying lengths. Several people were wrapped in heavy coats and sitting around the heater. There was no surge of air around them. The nature of the silent sea and windless nature, at this moment
It actually reduced the invasion of cold a lot.
"So...is this what it turns out to be?"
After listening to Watson's explanation, Seliu finally felt relieved and let out a long sigh.
She let out a breath of white air, stretched out her hand and placed it next to the stove, the fire burning in it illuminated her face.
"Gabriel, Watcher, Doomsday... there are too many, I can't accept them for a while."
Seleu murmured in a low voice, and the others had similar thoughts to her.
After the naval battle ended a few hours ago, the expected demise did not come. He no longer took any action, but remained silent. This allowed the Morning Glory Advance to move forward again, and everyone has traveled to the present without any danger.
The surviving people began to work, Floki controlled the driving, and Watson drove the Black Angel to carry and disassemble, discarding debris into the sea. Because of her power, the demons lurking in the ship were also eradicated.
, making the living environment a lot safer.
The epidemic doctor joined the ship's doctors to treat those who were not dead. At first, Lorenzo was a little worried about him, but when the epidemic doctor dragged Shrike and Hebold back from the hands of death, Lorenzo
Just let him go.
It's just that the medical methods of the epidemic doctor were a bit unacceptable. Lorenzo felt a little physically uncomfortable when he saw it, and some of the soldiers who were watching vomited it out. However, the ship's doctors observed with interest and even asked the epidemic doctor a lot of questions.
Zuo listens to the knowledge that he does not understand.
But think about it, these ship doctors are all from Black Mountain Hospital, good guys carefully selected from that large mental hospital. It is natural for them to chat with the epidemic doctors.
After proceeding in an orderly manner for a period of time, now, Lorenzo summoned the others and gathered here.
Because Watson joined, she brought a huge amount of information. Lorenzo felt that it was time to share this with others. After all, they all met their end, and it was nothing more than the gap between knowing more and less before they died.
After everyone fought hard, they finally reached this point. Lorenzo felt that they also had the right to know, and Lorenzo himself could not keep such secrets forever. He already felt his own powerlessness.
"So, these monsters are actually demon hunters. A group of active demon hunters existed thousands of years ago, or even in more distant times?"
Listening to Watson's story, the doctor just felt a little crazy.
"I already feel that today's demon hunters are outrageous enough, but are their ancestors still so exaggerated?"
The flesh and blood on the doctor's face was twisted and squirming, and no one could understand his expression, whether he was happy or sad.
In his opinion, Lawrence and Lorenzo are already the same monsters. As a result, there are countless such monsters under this sea.
"No, to be precise, we are not as good as our ancestors. From the mouths of those who built the country, we can know that the history of this world is wrong and has gone through countless reincarnations and iterations, so there are many conflicting and unexpected forces here."
Lorenzo withdrew his gaze from the starry sky and said to the others.
"I suspect that the end that Lawrence saw was a new reincarnation of the world, and the founders of the country started the war for this reason. They believed that excessive population would cause monsters outside the fence, that is, the Watchers.
We are always guarding what we protect.”
"Instead of talking about protection, it is actually more accurate to describe it as imprisonment."
Watson said slowly.
"These watchmen have been standing outside the fence to prevent people from exploring the darkness outside the fence. In fact, they are just jailers. They are preventing people from letting things outside the fence out."
"So what is outside the fence?" the epidemic doctor continued to ask.
Watson was stunned for a moment, and she shook her head.
"I have no idea."
She thought for a moment and then said.
"I arrived at the Temple of Stasis and met the new Pope there. I shared the existing information with him, which is what everyone knows. He extended an invitation to me and asked me if I wanted to explore Ascension together.
Well..."
After hearing Watson's words, Lorenzo's expression changed slightly. Fortunately, everyone's attention was attracted by Watson's words, and no one noticed his micro-expression.
Well of sublimation.
Lorenzo still remembers the prosperous palace he saw in [The Gap]. He doesn't know how many reincarnations and iterations it has gone through, but Lorenzo can still remember those figures kneeling beside the Well of Sublimation.
They all lost themselves in the long watch, and in order to stick to the defense line of the fence, they were willing to become immortal monsters.
They are like jailors, and the prison is the mysterious well of sublimation.
Although it was not the real Temple of Stasis, but an illusion that remained in his memory, Lorenzo still felt the evil in the darkness underground. This was a feeling that remained in the memories of the watchers. They
Hate it so much.
"Enemy."
Lorenzo whispered.
At that time, Edlen Levien called the thing underground like this.
This is not his enemy.
This is the enemy of God.
"Then what?"
Seliu asked, feeling relieved. She knew very well how cruel these things were, and she also understood that they were very far away from her. She simply listened to them as horror stories.
"Then I was attacked and killed by Edlen. I was attacked before I could reach the mine. I ran away in panic. After returning to Inverg, I found that Lorenzo was not there again, so I searched all the way.
Come here." Watson said.
Lorenzo heard something was wrong, Watson was lying.
From this point of view, Watson did not get much useful information in the Stasis Temple, but in the letters she sent to Lorenzo, Lorenzo was able to read the crises and secrets underneath. Watson repeatedly said
She emphasized the Well of Sublimation and brought a holy silver crown. She must know something.
Lorenzo looked at Watson on the other side and seemed to notice Lorenzo's gaze. Watson glanced at Lorenzo without changing his expression.
【you are lying.】
【Yes.】
【Why?】
[The cruel reality will arouse the warrior's rage, but when excessive despair crushes him, he will no longer be able to move.]
The two used the [gap] to communicate, with an imperceptible glint rising in their eyes. Watson smiled at the others, and his voice sounded in Lorenzo's mind.
[Lorenzo, our voyage is not over yet. Before returning to Inverg, these people need a slim hope to give them strength. 】
Watson answered.
She still remembered the new pope who had been fighting against erosion for several years. He wore a crown of thorns and never slept for countless days and nights.
He is so determined and powerful, but after realizing the truth...
The figure that was almost shrinking into a ball flashed before his eyes. He lowered his head and sat on the edge of the Well of Sublimation, his eyes losing all light.
A person who is so determined will lose his fighting spirit. Watson dare not say it lightly. She wants to maintain this fragile dream and let these poor people go further.
Watson stared at Lorenzo, and Lorenzo also came up to him. After a brief look at each other, Lorenzo gave up questioning. He would know all the stories, but not yet.
Others were not aware of the conversation that only existed in the "gap". They just felt that the surroundings became a little cold, and as Watson finished speaking, the atmosphere became silent.
Seliu took a deep breath. In addition to being a little tired during the naval battle, she also had some scattered minor injuries on her body. In order to make herself faster, she also took off her coat for a while.
At that time, all his mind was highly concentrated, and his heart was beating violently, sending hot blood to all parts of his body, making Seleu forget the cold for a short time.
But after the battle, all the sequelae showed up.
"Ah... sneeze!"
Seliu sneezed, her little face was red, but under the firelight, it was no different from usual. She only felt that her body became a little hot, and she felt that the surroundings were very cold. She wrapped her coat tightly, but
This doesn't improve much.
There was no sound of wind in the silent night. Apart from the restlessness of the Dawn Advance, there was the sound of cracking glaciers and the sound of the collision breaking away the solid ice bit by bit.
The Morning Glory Advance had already sailed onto the ice, and the prepared collision angle was like a sharp sword blade, splitting the path forward, leaving a channel full of broken ice behind it.
Thanks to the new engine of the Perpetual Pump and advanced structural technology, the entire Morning Glory Advance uses a large amount of cypress iron, which allows it to survive successive high-intensity battles, unlike ordinary ironclad ships.
That way, it sinks and disintegrates.
Tons of lacquer antimony were poured into the combustion chamber to provide forward momentum for the ship. At the same time, this new type of energy also became everyone's defense line against the extreme cold. In the heater in front of Seliu, what was burning was liquid
Antimony paint.
This is an important resource second only to the Florund potion. The Florund potion is to ensure that they can move forward soberly, and the antimony lacquer is to ensure that the ship can run and that they will not freeze to death.
At the height of the battle, the soldiers almost wanted to dump the paint and antimony into the sea to burn the invading demons and obstructing sea snakes, but Lorenzo stopped them. Once they lost these, even if they won the battle, they would not be able to survive.
It's hard to move on.
Seliu looked at the gray and black shadows in the distance. Under the starlight, everything around him was very clear. The snow dust reflected the light, barely illuminating the tall glaciers.
Dull sounds can be heard, the glaciers are gradually collapsing, stirring up rolling snow dust... It seems that nothing new has arrived here for a long time. With the arrival of the Dawn Advance, they have welcomed guests for the first time in a long time.
While Seleu was distracted, the conversation went on several more times, and finally Lorenzo looked forward.
"That's probably all I know.
There is something happening that we don't know yet, which will trigger a new reincarnation, and the Watchers will also come out in droves during this time.
This gives us some breathing space, and the watchers cannot worry about us, so we can touch deeper taboos and need to find the history that has been deliberately hidden at the end of the world, and even find a way to break this cycle."
Listening to Lorenzo's words, a hoarse voice sounded from ahead.
"In other words, possible disasters in the future have happened before. The Demon Hunting Order may have been like us now. They also resisted, and the result was the Watchers."
Shrike was sitting in a wheelchair, his body was covered with bandages, his arms were fixed with steel nails, and the shelves were covered with infusion tubes. He also saw a urine bag hanging in the corner.
After repeatedly experiencing the struggle of life and death, Shrike should stay in the ward and receive treatment, but he still stubbornly came here to witness it to the end.
"Lorenzo, as you said, history is reincarnated and eradicated. In order to avoid the end of all mankind, we continue to castrate ourselves. Everything that was once glorious is forgotten, and only ignorance is left to live an ignoble existence."
Shrike only felt a tearing pain in his head. Under the influence of erosion, he could not fall asleep and could only stay awake in pain.
He had never thought that this operation would be so complicated and in-depth, so Shrike was in a daze.
"So, we who were once so powerful have lost. Do you think we still have a chance of winning now?"
Faced with Shrike's question, Lorenzo remained silent.
After the naval battle, Lorenzo thought of his previous experiences. He saw those terrifying machines in the tomb of the Platinum Palace. Each of them was enough to change the direction of world war, and these were just the most common weapons in the past.
Not to mention how he felt when he realized that the Watchers were all demon hunters.
The era that was once so powerful has been defeated. What ability do these left behind people have to resist?
"They are them, we are us, we have made it this far, we have to give it a try, right?"
Lorenzo replied, he felt a lot more relaxed after saying the words, and even smiled.
"Everyone here has crossed the fence. Even if you survive the reincarnation, you will be punished by the watchers... Anyway, you will die on the streets. Instead of dying in the hands of those monsters, it is better to invest in more
For the great death.”
Shrike was silent. His face was also covered with bandages. In the words of the ship's doctor, his body was burned over a large area, and his face was no exception. Lorenzo could not see his expression or feel his emotions, he could only listen.