Lawrence stood by the fence, watching the neatly arranged battleships on the sea. The sea breeze blew in, pushing the waves and hitting the bricks and stones under him.
With the conflict in the White Tide Strait, the garrison at Maluri Port has gradually increased. It serves as a logistics base to maintain the continuation of the war. However, in addition to the warships sent to the White Tide Strait, some unnumbered warships are also there.
There are more in the port.
Some officers expressed doubts about this. Not only these mysterious warships, but also more and more strange soldiers appeared in the field of vision. They tried to trace the ownership of these warships, but in the end they all encountered a fog that made it difficult to pry through.
"The night before the war..."
Lawrence whispered, stretched out his hand, and felt the cool evening breeze.
Now Maluri Port is in a very delicate scene. Believers are walking on the streets holding candles and chanting low-pitched prayers, like an endless song, reverberating around the city.
But under this peaceful sanctity, there are constant nightmares and war preparations. The cold warships crash into the sacred prayers and speed across the turbulent sea.
"Hasn't the war already begun?"
The sound rang out, and Corey walked slowly from the other side. He was wearing a thick coat to resist the wind and cold, but also to cover the arm that was broken in the battle.
"No, I mean my war."
Lawrence said quietly, like an evil ghost hiding in the darkness for a long time.
The conflict in the White Tide Strait, and even the disputes between countries, were not what he wanted, they were just the only way to achieve his goal.
"Your war..." Chris tasted the word, and then asked, "So you came to me, what's the matter?"
"It's about our next steps."
Lawrence spoke very slowly, like a slow old man.
"It's time to start now."
"what are you up to?"
"War, a war that satisfies everyone's interests."
Lawrence moved his eyes away from the battleship on the sea and fell on Corey. In order to survive, Corey also had forbidden secret blood flowing in his body.
He became a monster for the same reason as Lawrence, they both wanted to see the ruined future.
"This is a passive war after all. I think Cornell is worried and panicking now, isn't he?"
Lawrence said that the outbreak of this war was the guidance of the builders of the country. They needed to reduce the population enough before the Unspeakable woke up. The conspiracy of the Viking countries could only be exploited by them.
"No matter what the outcome of the White Tide Strait is, in fact the real enemy of Gallonalo remains unaffected."
Listening to his words, Corey couldn't help but think of that sacred land.
"The Holy Evangelical Papal State...are you planning to go to war against the Holy Evangelical Papal State?"
A little excitement and surprise flashed across Corey's face, but the expression soon faded and he said seriously.
"This is not feasible. If we go to war against the Holy Gospel Papal State, the battle line will undoubtedly be stretched very long, and we will face the pressure of three enemy countries at the same time..."
"No, Corey, the situation is not as bad as you think, and the world is not as simple as you think."
Lawrence interrupted Corey. With the help of [Gap], he had already seen the disaster overflowing in the Seven Hills. Now he was marching towards the Holy Gospel Papal State. It was even difficult for them to organize an effective force to resist. After all,
The greatest disaster will break out in that sacred place.
And there are...the people who built the country.
This world is a chessboard. No matter what camp they are in, they are all chess pieces in the hands of those who built the country. These ancient groups who have inherited the will of the secret keepers secretly control the direction of the world and maintain humankind and the unspeakable.
balance between them.
Therefore, the current crazy world war is not irreconcilable, as long as the goals of the builders of the country are achieved, and this is what Lawrence wants.
"There is a disaster brewing within the Seven Hills, a disaster far crazier than a world war... My army has been assembled, and we will advance silently, arrive at the Papal State of the Holy Gospel, and destroy what you and I hate.
Everything was smashed to pieces."
Lawrence's words were magical, sketching out the scene of hell in Currie's mind.
Corey has always wanted to see the collapse and destruction of faith, and for this reason he was even willing to swallow forbidden secret blood and turn into a filthy monster.
Lawrence persuaded him, but his responsibilities did not allow him to do such a crazy thing.
"I need to talk to Cornell..."
"Don't worry about Cornell, he will allow it. Maybe the secret approval document is being sent here. We just need to prepare everything."
Lawrence smiled as if he knew everything.
After inheriting the throne, Cornell will come into contact with the mysterious group of nation-builders sooner or later. He believes that these nation-builders are willing to take a gamble. Even if they fail, it will not matter. They only need to continue the world war according to the original plan.
Just fine.
What's more, this is just a request for permission. Lawrence never needs their permission. He himself is a crazy disaster.
"So are you getting closer to the doomsday you predicted?"
Corey suppressed the restlessness in his heart and asked.
"maybe."
The scarlet ocean flashed through his mind, and Lawrence didn't know it clearly.
"Why are you so obsessed with an apocalypse like this? Just because you're going to die there?"
"I'm just curious. I just want to follow the fixed route, just as the prophecy said.
Go fight, go advance, go fight and die.
What's more, there is something even more fascinating after that."
Lawrence spoke affectionately, but this affection sounded to Corey with extreme madness. From the moment he knew him, Corey could feel that Lawrence had changed a lot. He kept sliding into the darkness of disorder, unable to
redeem.
"what?"
"future."
"future?"
"Yeah, an unknown future, aren't you curious? What will the world look like after such an apocalypse?"
Lawrence suggested something Currie had never thought of.
"According to the prophecy, you should be dead by then."
Currie said, and Lawrence laughed and said nothing.
His eyes were full of doubts, and then he thought of something, Corey asked.
"Have you...after that, have you ever tried to look at that future again?"
Everything is hypocritical. Lawrence got here entirely because of the magical prophecy. From then on, he was like a puppet, controlled by the threads of fate, moving forward according to the established destiny.
Lawrence nodded and then said.
"I have tried many times, but just like fate, I was destined to know everything about that tragedy at that time, and I would never be able to see it again after that."
"You believe in your 'fate' so much, and do you really only see this? Are you telling the truth? Lawrence."
Corey continued to ask, staring at the cold mask.
Lawrence has been wearing the mask for so long that Corey has almost forgotten his original appearance. Facing him, all he feels now is a bone-chilling chill in his heart.
After the ecstasy of destroying his faith, the cold night wind hit, and Corey calmed down a little, followed by endless fear.
Corey regretted a little. Only now did he realize the price of the deal with the devil, and endless doubts arose in his heart.
Was Lawrence's prediction correct?
How can we be sure whether this prophecy is true or not? We even wonder whether this is just an illusion of Lawrence. After all, he also said that he never predicted so far, and it is simply impossible for this to happen.
Cold sweat soaked Corey's clothes, and he couldn't see Lawrence's expression. He only felt that in the deep darkness under the mask, there were countless hateful souls praying for peace.
If...if this is wrong, then Lawrence, a crazy believer in destiny, has followed the wrong path until today.
Did Lawrence ever think about this?
Another thought flashed through his mind. Corey felt that Lawrence was not an idiot. On the contrary, he was cunning and strong-willed. He had thought of this, and it was impossible that Lawrence had not thought of it.
So has he ever doubted himself? In the repeated failures, has he ever thought about the error of the prophecy?
Or, just like those fanatical believers, they are deceiving themselves and others and moving forward. Even if the truth is full of holes, they still don't want to believe it. Instead, they follow their goals and continue to move forward blindly.
An ugly smile appeared on Corey's face. They laughed at the fanatic believers, but they themselves were the most ridiculous fanatic believers. This is a crazy world, and only crazy fanatic believers can move forward steadily amid the rain and thunder.
"Is it true? It should all be true."
Lawrence seemed to notice the change in Corey, and he said softly.
"But if there is something to hide, it does exist."
"What are you hiding?" Hearing this, a little hope rose in Corey's eyes.
"Something... I'm not quite sure about. Anyway, I saw some interesting things after the doomsday."
Lawrence's voice became lighter and lighter, like an old man telling ancient dusty stories.
"After the scarlet disaster, I saw a sky that was dyed golden by the sunlight in the early morning..."
"This sounds like a hallucination."
"Yes, that's why I never mention this to anyone. If you don't ask, I will almost forget it. After all, the scarlet of the doomsday is so ferocious and affects my mind."
The two of them fell into silence, and Corey could not describe his feelings. They were like boulders rolling down from a high mountain. Even if they knew their mistakes, there was no way back.
There are countless warships docked on the sea outside the port, and they are full of monsters carrying secret blood. They are eager to try and grind their teeth to suck the blood.
"What have I done?"
Corey murmured to himself. He looked at his broken arm and felt that all this was like a nightmare from which he could not wake up.
"You are driven and furious by your desires. You should not be confused, Corey. You should be happy now. Isn't everything you want close at hand?"
Lawrence didn't understand his confusion. After hearing these words, Corey smiled helplessly, and soon the smile became more and more ferocious.
He was right, Lawrence was right, and Corey began to understand him. In this crazy world, it is very difficult to stay sane, but if they only set one goal and move forward, no matter right or wrong, they will meet
Rewards, whether good or bad.
"We can go, Corey. You should also want to set foot on that sacred land with me, right?"
Lawrence suddenly said, and in the darkness not far away, there was a crowd walking towards here. Through the dim light, Curry could see the metallic luster reflected on it.
With sharp knives and firearms, these are well-equipped soldiers. They wear masks similar to Lawrence's, just like the imperial army guarding the king.
Lawrence looked at Corey, the darkness under the mask was rolling white, and his voice was filled with a twisted smile.
"Just now, His Majesty Cornell gave us permission to go to war."
Corey was stunned, staring at the will-o'-the-wisp in the darkness, his body trembling slightly.
In the gap between talking to himself, Lawrence was wandering in the endless wilderness, doing all this easily.
"You...convinced him?"
"He just made the right decision."
Lawrence said meaningfully.
The builders of the country should have known about the terror of Lawrence through Lorenzo. It was a very unwise decision to restrict this monster. Moreover, the purpose of this monster is also the same as that of the builders to a certain extent. It is better to drive away wolves and devour tigers.
Lawrence guessed that they would not indulge themselves so completely. He should be able to see more familiar faces in that familiar homeland.
"Lorenzo Holmes..."
Lawrence whispered the name with a feeling of relief.
Lorenzo Holmes was indeed his best student. He returned from the Silent Sea and killed Roger and Edron. His achievements were enough to be recorded in the history of the Demon Hunting Order. Unfortunately, after the end of the world,
, regardless of victory or defeat, all of this will be buried and destined to be forgotten.
"Let's go, Corey."
Lawrence greeted Curley, and surrounded by soldiers, they walked onto the dock and boarded the battleship that was already ready.
Their legion, loaded with secret blood, quietly left the port and headed into the deepest part of the night.
"Cori."
In the oppressive silence, Lawrence suddenly said.
Corey looked at him and listened to him talking to himself.
"Whether it's true or false, someone always needs to practice it and see it with their own eyes, even if it's not for myself, but for those who are willing to believe in me and die for it."
Corey asked, seeming to understand.
"Why did you suddenly talk about this?"
"Just thinking of some old friends."
Lawrence looked to the north and spoke calmly.
Moving forward silently, Lawrence stared at the darkness. Vaguely, he seemed to be able to see the sky, the golden sky, through the darkness.
In a daze, it seemed as if soft sunlight was falling, gently brushing against his tired and furious will.