In the Seven Hills, riots gradually broke out, and madness and disorder gradually swallowed up those who felt their faith was broken. Fanatic believers roared and attacked the surroundings, but soon the Templar Knights appeared and suppressed the scene.
Gunshots and roars continued, but it seemed that it was not time to lift the curtain. The panic lasted for a while, then stopped, and the well-equipped Templar Knights regained control of the scene.
This time they became more severe, their armor was stained with blood, they scolded the believers and quickly drove them out of the city.
Most of the believers have also become docile. It is not clear whether they are really like this, or whether they are planning to explode in the next second.
Demon hunters walked through the shadows, and they secretly killed the most active fanatic believers. After losing these leaders, the believers were temporarily unable to make waves.
Such things kept happening and repeating themselves, until night fell and the holy city fell into silence.
There was a rare curfew in the Holy City, and the Templar Knights were guarding the streets. Outside the city, there was a larger number of Templar Knights, evacuating the believers, sending them back to their hometowns, or finding a place to stay.
Local resettlement.
But what is known is that believers must stay away from the Holy City no matter what. Now that they have no swords in their hands, they are still obedient, but no one knows what these believers will do when they have the power to resist.
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The Templars tried not to think about this. Faith is a sharp double-edged sword. Now they have tasted the bitter pill, and in the darkness, more blood is flowing.
"This might be an opportunity."
Someone was hiding in a dark room, whispering.
"Since he became pope, our lives have become increasingly difficult. This damn guy has no idea what compromise means."
Someone echoed.
"It is said that Miguel has also died. The exiles are gradually withering away, and we can no longer look forward to them."
"This lunatic can kill so many families just for him to wear the crown. Will there be a next time? A next time?"
There are also people who object and think it's not that bad.
"Maybe, maybe we should listen to him this time?"
The man's voice was trembling with fear.
"You must have had nightmares too, dreaming about all those hideous and terrifying things... maybe this is true? You should all know that legend, right?"
He swallowed and tried to muster up his courage.
"It is said that the Pope has an army composed of demons... Only the Cardinal is qualified to know a little bit about it."
After hearing this, people fell silent for a while.
"Cardinal...?"
Someone whispered, and then the whisper was filled with anger.
There used to be a cardinal in his family, but in the final stand, the cardinal stood in the wrong position. Everyone knows the outcome. The new pope cleared all obstacles and his
The enemy either died in this holy city or fled overseas without any news.
He looked at the others. They were all well-known families in the Holy City. They had always maintained a just right balance with the Pope, but with the emergence of the new Pope, everything was disrupted.
The balance has been broken, and the new pope has firmly grasped everything, not giving them any room to breathe, so that these so-called families that have been honored for hundreds of years can only obey his orders completely.
Some people have surrendered, while others, like them, are still looking forward to changes.
"We can use today's conflict to confuse the fanatics. It's best to let them attack the Cathedral of Saint-Naro. I don't believe the Pope will be indifferent to this. The more chaotic it is, the more opportunities we have."
The man's voice was full of strangeness, and the other man wanted to refute him.
"But that nightmare is real. You must have dreamed about it too!"
He shouted loudly, and he could understand these people's dissatisfaction with the new pope, but he couldn't understand why these people could still remain greedy and crazy in the face of such a terrible nightmare.
"What... nightmare?"
Suddenly someone asked, and he looked over, and a slowly distorted and evil face came into his eyes. He was so frightened that even his breathing stopped for a moment.
"Are you having nightmares lately?"
The man continued to ask.
He couldn't say anything. The nightmare was real and the evil was real. Sadly, this unknown power of hatred had already devoured these people and turned them into puppets of darkness.
"No...it's nothing. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
As he spoke, he stood up and walked to the door. He didn't want to stay here for a moment longer.
Watching his leaving figure, several people silently stood up to follow him, holding bright silver knives in their hands.
This is a secret, even heretical meeting, and they will not allow accidents to happen.
Just when the man opened the door and was about to leave, the shining blade was hanging high behind him. At the moment of life and death, he opened the door, and the dim firelight fell, outlining one dark figure after another in the courtyard.
The man was stunned. These figures were like ghosts, silent. No one knew how long they had been here.
But soon the man lost the ability to think. The sharp nail sword stabbed out from one side and cut off his neck accurately. The other party swung the sword very quickly, and even the blood did not spill out too much. His head was so weak.
It rolled down, and it took a few seconds for blood to spill out.
"Clear this place."
Muffled words came from the darkness.
The next moment, more black shadows began to invade the building. The man with the knife was killed before he could resist. The strange movement woke up the people in the room. They took up their weapons and prepared to fight to the death. Some people knelt on the ground.
Crying loudly.
"The devils are coming! They are coming!"
He told the terrifying legend.
"The demons being kept under the Cathedral of Saint-Naro!"
Accompanied by a loud shout, the sound of metal cutting flesh continued, and blood and minced flesh overflowed, covering every corner of the room.
The demon hunters' swords opened their throats very quickly and accurately. They didn't even have a chance to cry out. They fell down holding their bleeding throats and died silently.
"Okay, it's time to go to the next one."
Samuel put away his nail sword and said to the other shadows.
This is destined to be a disturbing sleepless night, and tonight is just the beginning of it all. With the invasion of nightmares, believers are driven away, and there are too many people who want to take advantage of some dirty things in the chaos.
Use dirty means to achieve your own interests.
Samuel actually didn't know why the new pope did this, but as a demon hunter, he still adhered to the rules and followed the orders.
"Let's go!"
After he finished speaking, he led the demon hunters and disappeared into the night again. The killing tonight was far from over.
Within the Holy City, the candles on the streets were burning quietly. Perhaps because there were no believers to maintain them, the firelight was much weaker tonight. The whole city was like a torch that was about to go out, swaying in the wind.
Among the towering spiers, some hiding believers pushed out their beds, and she looked at the city.
"The monster under the well is about to crawl out."
Watson's eyes were solemn. After the super-distance [gap] invasion, she could arrive here very quickly. After the heavy rain in Old Dunling ended, she often traveled back and forth between the two places to observe the situation here.
Judging from the information she has received so far, things are not going well in the Seven Hills. The Unspeakable One has noticed human intentions. Although it is forced into a long sleep, it is still trying to use sleep talking to interfere with the world.
The once holy city may become the final battlefield.
She was thinking this way, but did not rush deep into the Temple of Stasis. Watson knew very well how deep his ascension was. After the deaths of Edlon and Roger, he would be the most likely to attract the attention of the Unspeakable.
exist.
how should I do it?
Watson couldn't think of any good way for a while. She was carrying [Final Echo]. It stands to reason that at this moment, she could go directly into the well of sublimation and give it a fatal blow, which might end all this.
But Watson stopped moving forward, as if he was afraid of something.
Is it death?
The aftermath of [Forgotten River] is enough to affect Adren and Roger, not to mention the more powerful [Final Echo]. The moment it is released, it may be affected by the backlash and destroyed together.
But Watson felt that she was not afraid of death. In fact, she had already died once, and now she was just a ghost lingering in the world.
So what are you afraid of?
【Become another monster.】
The pupils of his eyes narrowed into points, and his breathing became much faster.
Watson almost stepped into that trap.
This was the case for Edlen and Roger at the beginning. They obtained the certificate of sublimation, and then tried to go deep into the well of sublimation to end it all, but what they finally encountered was not the end, but the beginning of a nightmare.
Watson didn't know what they encountered under the Well of Ascension, but as her last chance as a human being, she couldn't move forward rashly.
"Did you also come to the 'rehearsal'? This is the last performance."
An old voice sounded, and Watson turned around, only to see another believer approaching at some point. His figure was hidden in the gray robes, and his face could not be seen clearly.
"Lawrence..."
Watson whispered, and the evil aura almost overflowing from the believer made her immediately recognize the existence in front of her.
Yes, apart from himself, there is another crazier and uncontrollable monster in this world, Dean Lawrence.
"It's been a long time since I've been here physically. Relying on these bodies just doesn't seem real enough."
Lawrence looked out the window and muttered to himself.
"what you up to?"
Watson was extremely vigilant. In her opinion, Lawrence was different from many enemies.
Most of the powerful enemies she and Lorenzo encountered were traceable, and you could more or less know their thoughts, but Lawrence was different.
He is a very contradictory person.
Watson knew that what he wanted was that war. In the future he foresaw, that crazy war. But no one knew how far this madman would go to such a war. He had turned himself into
Monster, but Watson still feels that this is not the end of Lawrence.
Looking at him is like looking into a dark abyss. You never know what kind of monster will crawl out of the darkness.
"It's nothing, I'm just moving forward with my own destiny."
Lawrence burst out laughing. He looked really happy. The long-awaited end was just around the corner.
"Do you just believe in fate?" Watson suddenly asked, "You believe blindly and stubbornly, just like the fool in the story."
"Probably, after all, that's the future I saw with my own eyes. I can't help but believe in myself, right?"
Rarely, the two did not start a fight, but started chatting.
"So this is your burial place? Are you chasing for so long just to find a grave for yourself?" Watson didn't understand.
"Maybe, sometimes I really feel fatalistic."
Lawrence actually thought about it seriously. He had gone too far, and sometimes he couldn't see himself clearly.
"This sounds really stupid. For a monster like you, is it actually a ridiculous fate that binds you? Follow it and die."
"Maybe it's just that ridiculous. It's this fate that prompted me to do so many crazy actions... But none of that matters anymore. My goal is about to be achieved, isn't it?"
"Pathetic believer."
Watson mocked unabashedly. In her eyes, Lawrence was a twisted and deformed monster. Although this was also the case, he split his consciousness and carried countless broken [gaps]. The increasingly bloated load made him
His will has long been exhausted, and what has supported Lawrence to this point is that vain fate.
She disappeared, and after taunting, Watson left without a trace, and the body she had entrusted fell down weakly, leaving Lawrence alone.
"Pathetic...fate believer?"
Lawrence whispered, savoring the word, then smiled.
He lived too long and invaded too many [gaps]. Endless fragments distorted his consciousness into the appearance of a monster. In the end, he remembered very little.
Lawrence remembers...
He remembered that it was not like this at the beginning. He remembered that after the fate he stubbornly insisted on, something else seemed to come, but he couldn't remember it clearly.
Lawrence is like a puppet, a slave bound by his own destiny. He chooses betrayal and embarks on a crazy and taboo road. He advances all the way, becoming more depraved and crazy.
Under all these sacrifices, he seemed to remember that there was something else besides fate, but maybe he was too immersed in the fight for fate, and that trivial wish had long been forgotten.
"What does that come from? Lorenzo Medici."
For some reason, Lawrence recalled the appearance of his old friend in his mind at this moment.
He thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't remember it, but Lawrence didn't panic. He still believed in his destiny and remembered the end of this destiny. He believed that as long as he kept going, he would pick up what he had forgotten.
Yes, that's it, this long journey is finally coming to an end.