【What exactly do you want?】

There was a voice in my mind. The voice was vague and distorted, with a slight familiarity, but it was difficult to distinguish from the memory.

[No matter who is alive today, he must be driven by some kind of force that keeps him moving forward. So you, who calls yourself Seny Lothair, what exactly is driving you? 】

Questions echoed.

[Think carefully, is it the anger of the Holy Night?

Yes, the loyal demon hunters were betrayed like this, and everyone disappeared in the raging fire that night. Only you are left alive, and it continues to this day.

What you want is the truth, right?

So you have obtained the truth, what are you driven by now?】

The voice gradually became clearer and filled with evil magic. The new pope seemed to remember who the voice belonged to, but he closed his eyes tightly and did not speak or move.

The new pope was as usual, kneeling on the edge of the Well of Sublimation, with several sharp nail swords lying beside him, emitting an icy cold light.

In front of him was a dark well, and the darkness in it seemed to have a physical form, like burnt rotten wood, constantly exuding pitch-black, particle-like smoke.

They are like mist, rising continuously. Marked by the murals on the well wall, you can clearly see that the darkness has risen a lot. It seems that after a while, they will completely overflow the well mouth and spread to this sacred land.

above.

"Shut up."

He spoke, his voice hoarse.

The fire on the night of Advent left him completely unrecognizable, and his voice had already become distorted, like a broken blower, with a sharp hoarseness in his voice.

But the voice in my head sounded a burst of ridicule anyway, and it questioned.

[Is this really so? I think you are also very confused. What are you fighting for now? 】

The voice seemed to pass through the virtual and the real, and was transmitted into reality. In the mind of the new pope, the voice outlined a familiar face.

The new pope knew who the voice belonged to.

The evil ghost surrounding him in the nightmare finally revealed his original hideous and terrifying face.

It's him.

It was Seine Lothair's voice, the voice before he was infected by the fire.

When he opened his eyes, a familiar face appeared in front of him, just like facing a mirror.

The new pope was absent-minded for a while, and then he accepted all this helplessly and smiled bitterly.

"Has it been so long?"

He shook his head, stretched out his hand, and touched the cold mask on his face.

"It's been so long that I've forgotten what I really looked like."

He took off the mask forcefully, revealing the face covered with scars and burns that looked like an evil ghost. Looking at himself in the mirror, under that "normal person" face, the new pope at this moment looked like a real devil.

"So why are you moving forward now?"

Another person came closer, and this time the sound came directly from his ears, transcending the limitations of reality and reality.

"For...what?"

The new pope grabbed the mask in his hand. The metallic luster reflected his face, but because of the bulges and curvatures on it, his face was distorted.

"Yeah, for what? If you don't even have a reason, why are you still staying here?"

It stretched out its hand and gently put it on the new pope's shoulder, looking friendly.

"Why don't you leave?"

"leave?"

The new pope looked at his former self, and then at the almost broken stasis temple.

"Where can I go after leaving here?"

"It doesn't matter anywhere. You can live another life and start a brand new life."

It seduces.

"Don't you long for it? You could have lived a normal life, but you were trapped in this sinful land by the secret blood of this curse. You have been pious all your life, and all you have served is endless hypocrisy.

There is no God, no salvation, and there is no so-called kingdom of heaven.

If you die, you will die. Isn't it rare that you are not heartbroken by such coldness and cruelty?"

It stretched out its hand, hugged the new pope's hideous face, and gently rubbed the scars.

"You can completely become someone else, a painter, a writer, a navigator... If there is no secret blood, you should have more and more choices in your life... How many beautiful things have you missed? Don't you think so?"

Don’t you regret this?”

"regret."

The new pope's eyes were trembling. In fact, as it said, the new pope had missed too many things. He had not even had much rest in his fighting life.

Looking up at this gloomy scene, the new pope couldn't even remember the last time he left here.

I don’t know when everything has turned into this...

His body began to tremble slightly.

yes.

How long has it been since I saw that pure blue sky?

"Look, you don't care about the so-called religious order, nor the so-called church. This honor that lasts for thousands of years is worthless to you...then there is always something more expensive in your heart, right?

Why don't you think about it for yourself? Just for yourself, get out of here."

Leave...leave, leave!

The new pope's eyes dropped, and then he let out bursts of hoarse laughter, which was like a crazy monster. At this time, it also smiled with satisfaction, as if it was happy for the success of its seduction, and it seemed that

He is really blessing the new pope.

"for what……"

The new pope whispered, then raised his head, and what came into view were a pair of blazing white eyes.

"What does a monster like you know?"

Its smile froze at this moment, and then broke.

Sharp white light passed by, and the new pope swung his nail sword to cut through the hypocrisy in front of him. The wound split along the familiar face, but what came out of it was not blood, but a deep darkness, and the broken ones were not.

Flesh and blood, but sharp fragments like glass.

"Seni Lothair!"

It let out a distorted scream, and at the same time, the mortal body began to collapse, revealing the originally ferocious and decayed body underneath.

It was a scarlet and blurry figure. It was wearing clothes similar to those of a demon hunter, but the clothes had been soaked in blood for who knows how many years and had begun to decay and break. If the new pope hadn't been familiar with all this, even he would have

It's somewhat difficult to identify the clothing.

The head was shriveled, the sunken eye sockets were burning with the same blazing whiteness as the new pope, and the same blood was rushing through the torso.

"Dead people! Sleep in peace!"

The new pope roared angrily, swung his nail sword and slashed open its chest ferociously. Among the chopped flesh, one could easily see the silvery color hidden under the flesh.

It seemed like metal armor embedded between the bones, but as the flesh and blood revived, the silver-white armor continued to burn red and collapse.

What overflowed from the wounds opened by the new pope was not only blood, but also silver-white metal and molten holy silver.

He suddenly raised his foot and kicked the wound hard, kicking the struggling soul-resurrected corpse into the dark well again.

But it was not content with this, and laughter rang out again under its twisted and terrifying face. It stretched out its hand and grabbed the sharp nail sword. Even if it cut its palm, it refused to let go. It pulled the new pope hard, trying to

Drag him together into the deep well.

"Let's step into sublimation together!"

It extends an invitation.

The new pope twisted the sword and easily cut its palm into several pieces. But at this time, his body was pulled forward and half of his body was in the air, almost falling into the deep well.

Then the new pope saw it.

In the rolling black mist, something seemed to be crawling, as if thousands of dead souls were trying to crawl out of the abyss.

The next moment, chaotic hallucinations came into his eyes, distorting his mind and affecting his judgment.

This is its power, the power of hallucination. It has been trying to use hallucinations to interfere with the new pope, but at the last moment, it failed.

"Why don't you want to die?"

The new pope cursed, broke away from the illusion again, threw the nail sword in his hand, and penetrated its throat. The force was so great that the nail sword and the corpse hit the wall of the well and fell into the darkness below.

It was swallowed up by darkness first, and then came the new pope. He stretched out his hand and tried to grasp the relief on the well wall, but the new pope had gone deep into the well of sublimation many times before, and he was very aware of the smoothness of the well wall.

"damn it."
To be continued...