The atmosphere in the room suddenly cooled down. Except for Rhodes, who was drunk and unconscious, everyone else was more or less sober and looked at Watson occupying Oscar's body at the door.
Lorenzo looked like he understood everything. His expression was slightly distorted, turning from coldness to smile. He repeated this several times. Finally, he sighed helplessly, picked up the wine bottle, walked back to the sofa, and moved the sofa.
Head towards the door and sit down.
"farewell party……"
Lorenzo muttered the word, then drank heavily to himself.
This time no one said anything, just waiting quietly. They didn't know what they were waiting for, but they kept calm in a tacit understanding.
"A farewell party... I have always felt that a funeral can be regarded as a farewell party, but it's just not as joyful as it is now."
Lorenzo understood why this group of people gathered here. It was not only for reunion and joy, but also to gather before the war.
Just like what is often said in books, the train was waiting on the railway track, and the soldiers and their families expressed their thoughts and reluctances, and then, under the heavy gaze, they embarked on the road of no return.
Lorenzo had been prepared for this, but he didn't expect it to happen now.
Unexpected, but not that unexpected. His mood was quite complicated. The joy that had finally risen disappeared at this time, but Lorenzo also had another feeling.
A... wonderful relief.
Finally, this long journey is finally coming to an end.
This is something to be happy about, but also something to be nervous about.
Lorenzo took a few deep breaths and returned to his "expert" look. He crossed his legs. Although he was wrapped in a blanket and looked very ridiculous, this ridiculousness could not hide the coldness spreading from his body.
Cold air.
"So, what happened? Watson,"
Lorenzo asked in a deep voice.
Watson didn't talk nonsense and answered simply and neatly.
"The Well of Sublimation is restless. Perhaps the Temple of Stasis has fallen now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped a lot. Even the fireworks in the fireplace had faded a bit. Except for the drunken Rhodes, everyone's mind was covered by clouds, their hands and feet were cold, and their faces were cold.
Pale.
This is different from the problems they have dealt with before. This time they will face the source of demons, the end of erosion, and the mortal enemies of disorder and chaos.
For thousands of years, the glorious civilization has not completely banished it, only retaining the only fire and passing it on to people in the years to come, and now they will start this final battle to end this long war.
"So the Unspeakable is much more 'awake' than we imagined. It has not completely fallen into a long sleep. Its sleep talk still has the ability to interfere with the present world." Lorenzo whispered.
"My initial suspicion is that the eradication of 'Road' and the fact that we demonstrated the power of antimemes made it feel threatened, so it stopped dormant and chose to interfere forcefully."
Watson responded. In the past few days, her consciousness had been traveling at high speed, traveling through [gaps] one after another. Although she was strong, it also brought her a sense of fatigue that was difficult to resolve.
"It is difficult to kill, but it can be exiled from our knowledge, forgotten and obliterated forever."
Watson affirmed that this is the only chance for mankind to win. Human beings do not need to kill the Unspeakable, they only need to exile it.
"So what is this? A pre-war mobilization? The monster has woken up. We must not be idle."
Kestrel, who had always been depressed, also spoke up at this time. He was lying on the back of the sofa. His appearance was as funny as Lorenzo's, but not as serious as Lorenzo's. Even now, he was still making strange jokes.
"Thinking about it this way, we can be considered witnesses of history, right? Will it be included in the textbooks?"
"Don't think about Kestrel. Everything happening now is wrong history, and it should be corrected."
Shrike said at this time.
"Whether it's the Evangelical Church or the purge organization, we should all be forgotten by history, let alone the unspeakable ones."
“So we’re not going to learn the textbook?”
Kestrel didn't think much about it at all, he only cared about that damn textbook.
"Compared with teaching materials or not, I think you'd better pay attention to whether you can win this battle. If we fail..." Sa Liangxi came over and knocked Kestrel on the head.
"If we fail, the Founders will continue the war to bring the population back below warning levels, and we will do our best to repair the Well of Ascension and try to put it back to sleep."
Shao Liangye continued what Sa Liangxi said.
"There is still a chance to make mistakes, right? Although this chance sounds bloody."
Hercule rubbed Poirot's head and whispered, then he raised his head and asked the others.
"So I am at this farewell party... or at the funeral. In short, the role I play should be the family members who come to say goodbye, right?"
Hercule was very honest, "I will only be a hindrance on the battlefield, so I am here to say goodbye to the 'dead', right?"
No one answered, but everyone seemed to understand their role.
This is a party, a farewell party, a funeral, with both the living and the dead.
"The deceased, their families..."
Lorenzo's eyes passed over Hercule, then landed on Kestrel Shrike and the others, and then continued to pan, landing on Seleucus.
"Are you a family member? Or a pastor?"
Lorenzo asked with some uncertainty.
"I didn't expect this either."
Seleucid did not answer Lorenzo's question, but spoke of something else.
"This was really a party..."
"I know you have thought about such an ending," Lorenzo saw through Seleucid's purpose at a glance, "This day will come. Rather than accepting it in a panic, it is better to feel the few moments before the disaster comes.
Joy.”
"The party was great, but bad luck happened too quickly."
Lorenzo stroked Seleu's head gently. It seemed like someone really had some intention to enjoy the leisurely days these days. Judging from the semi-decadent looks of others, they also lived quite leisurely.
of.
Rest, prepare, and then face the next one.
"Is there any other information? Watson, this information is not enough to make you in such a hurry."
Lorenzo asked Watson who possessed Oscar. She shuttled invisibly, knowing that it should be more than that.
"The new pope is missing. At least when I left the Seven Hills, I found no trace of him. I guess he is trapped in the Stasis Temple."
"What else? What about the new religious group? They won't just sit idly by and ignore the restlessness of the Well of Ascension, right?"
Speaking of the new order, Lorenzo had a subtle emotion. He was once a member of them, remembering the past, but now he knew very well that the Demon Hunting Order he was familiar with had long been buried in the Night of Advent. Now he never
What we see in the new cult is just a shadow of the original.
But this mere shadow was his only comfort in remembering the old religious order.
"The Demon Hunting Order has taken action. They have taken control of the Saint-Naro Cathedral and cleared the seven hills. The Templar Knights are guarding the outside. Most of the believers have been dismissed and spread to nearby
Emerald green."
Watson answered that she was one of the departing believers at that time, traveling through different bodies, observing everything from multiple perspectives.
"To prevent ordinary people from turning into monsters and increasing the burden? It's done well."
Lorenzo whispered, so far, the new pope's handling has been in line with Lorenzo's expectations.
"He is Raphael."
Watson suddenly said that she had never mentioned this to Lorenzo.
"What?"
Lorenzo was a little unresponsive. This was a word that was stuck in his memory. If Watson hadn't mentioned it, Lorenzo would have almost completely forgotten it.
"The new pope is Raphael. After Advent Night, he used his power to usurp the position of the Pope, and it continues to this day... We can trust his handling. After all, he has experienced Advent Night himself, and he knows what to do.
How to do it."
"No...wait a minute."
The impact was so sudden that Lorenzo felt dizzy. He paused for a long time before asking slowly.
"You knew...why you would say it now."
His mood was very strange, even stranger than before. Lorenzo guessed that even Oscar would have difficulty describing this emotion accurately on paper.
"He faced the restlessness of the Well of Sublimation in the Temple of Stasis. I think he might not survive, and such a story should not be forgotten... What's more, you have the right to know."
Watson's tone was calm. She also knew that it was not the right time to say this, but she always had to say it.
Lorenzo remained silent for a long time, until his expression relaxed a little, and then he said hoarsely.
"Okay, I understand, is there anything else?"
"Lawrence also took action."
At this time Seliu said that Arthur had just brought such information.
Others didn't know much about "Raphael", so naturally they couldn't feel Lorenzo's emotions. But when Lawrence appeared in everyone's ears, everyone looked much more nervous, as if Lawrence was the same as Lawrence.
A terrifying monster like the Unspeakable.
They are different, but in the hearts of these people, they vaguely occupy the same position.
In many battles of the purge agency, they all successfully killed their enemies, even monsters like Roger, but Lawrence was different. He survived every time tenaciously, as if he was really beaten by his own
Prophecy and fate protect him, and no one can kill him before his true death comes.
"Lawrence left Maluri Port with a fleet of ships late at night, with an unknown destination."
"His destination is the Seven Hills, the Temple of Stasis beneath the Cathedral of Saint-Naro."
Lorenzo said simply.
"Are you sure?" Seliu was a little doubtful.
"Of course, Lawrence is a paranoid fanatic who believes in his own prophecy wholeheartedly. Everything he does is for the doomsday battle in his prophecy and for his own death date.
Apart from the Temple of Stasis, I can't think of any other place that is more suitable for his death."
Lorenzo had read Lawrence's memory, and witnessed Lawrence's crazy prophecy in that wilderness of sunset.
He suddenly felt a little scared. Everything Lawrence predicted was coming true little by little. So, is there anything else at the end of this madness?
"So... I think you should have arranged everything, right?"
Lorenzo looked at Seleucus, then at Watson, pretending to be relaxed and said, "I have done nothing these days except sleeping and being in a daze."
"We are very pressed for time. Lawrence has already set off for a while, and the Seven Hills has already been put under lockdown. We need to get there quickly," Seliu said.
"Then what should we do? [Gap] shuttle? Then the only troops that can be deployed are Watson and I."
Lorenzo thought, in fact, this is not impossible, but Lorenzo has always had a strong awe of the power Gabriel. He never uses this power unless necessary, which also leads to his lack of respect for [Gap
】The degree of familiarity is far less than that of Watson.
"Don't worry too much about this. The New Order is not that fragile yet. What's more, Lawrence also brings his Secret Blood Legion. No matter what purpose they have, they can persist for a period of time under the indescribable man's sleep.
time."
Seleu explained, trying her best to make the situation not so bad.
She was also afraid, afraid of the pressure, and even more afraid of the coming darkness. In fact, no one had figured out one thing.
This is a funeral. The dead are destined to go to that bloody battlefield. No one can guarantee that they can come back alive. They have to move forward. At this time, it is too late for everyone to find a way back.
"So how long do we have until we set off? Under this situation, can the purification mechanism still operate efficiently?"
Lorenzo asked directly.
"I'll take care of this, you just need to be prepared," Watson said, "Do you need any plans?"
Lorenzo paused for a few seconds, then shook his head with a smile.
"At this time, what else do you need to plan? The plan is to arrive at the Cathedral of Saint-Naro, kick open the door to heaven, remove all the obstacles along the way, and then completely banish that damn existence!"
At the end of the sentence, Lorenzo's voice became a little distorted, like a beast roaring.
"It's been so long... but it's finally over."
Lorenzo took a deep breath again. He felt that the air in the room was a little oppressive and a little hot. For a moment, Lorenzo found it difficult to breathe. He wanted to leave here and go outside to get some air and enjoy the cold wind.
Turning around, Lorenzo looked around, faces flashing before his eyes, their eyes hesitant and firm.
"Everyone! I'm sorry, the party has to end early!"
Lorenzo shouted to the others. Although he was wrapped in a blanket, he seemed to be draped in a battle flag at this moment.