The new pope is like an activated dead tree, or like a demon entrenched in the depths of darkness. He weaves the thread of destiny and roots down the tough roots beneath the soil.

Scarlet threads, decaying twigs, and those eye-catching tail blades... This is what Lorenzo can detect at the moment. He doesn't know what kind of deceitful power the new pope has that has not yet been exposed.

They are all demon hunters, with hot secret blood boiling in their bodies. Lorenzo also has a vague idea about those abilities that have not yet been clearly explored.

But after realizing this, Lorenzo felt a little powerless and a little depressed.

The Stasis Temple has been completely sealed. It is a fortress made of flesh and blood. Even if there are reinforcements, Lorenzo does not think that they can break through such a bad defense line and reach here, not to mention what is the use of getting here?

Except for Lorenzo and the others, he didn't think anyone could maintain much sanity under such high-intensity erosion. They would just die if they came.

"This looks like a decisive battle."

Lorenzo encouraged himself. If the Unspeakable was exiled so easily, Lorenzo would feel some unreal illusions.

High-intensity erosion rolled repeatedly in this sealed space, the heart of the war drum gradually rose, and even the dust under the feet trembled.

There is no doubt that the new pope is very strong, far more powerful than Lorenzo expected. With their joint efforts, the new pope not only did not collapse, but suppressed several people, leaving them exhausted and running for their lives.

But we can't keep escaping like this. The new pope has his back against the Well of Sublimation, and the evil abyss brings him endless help, but Lorenzo and the others don't have such assistance, and they also have to resist the interference of erosion.

They can still maintain their sanity now, but no one knows how long Lorenzo and others can sustain their consciousness under such high pressure. More importantly, there are extremely unstable members among them.

For example, Lawrence.

Lorenzo still doesn't know what kind of monster Lawrence has turned into, but what he understands is that there is nothing wrong with thinking of the worst in every situation.

If the stalemate continues like this, it is not impossible for Lawrence, as the monster closest to sublimation, to completely lose control due to the interference of erosion.

Just a new pope is enough to cause a headache. Add Lawrence to the mix, and Lorenzo only feels that the chances of winning are slim. Of course, in addition to this, there is another variable that is not yet clear.

"Watson!"

Lorenzo shouted, facing the oncoming branches, eager for Watson's response.

The voice echoed in the empty hall. No one responded to Lorenzo's call. Looking at the position of the flame bearer, the original sin armor had already been completely wrapped by countless red threads. The ground was also cracking, and branches and buds were growing wildly.

It tightly bound the flame bearer's legs and penetrated deeply into the gaps in the armor.

Just like when he tried to capture Lorenzo, Lorenzo reacted in time and cut off the contact. However, the besieged flame bearer could not do this. The pale branches penetrated into the demon's flesh and blood, stirring the flesh, and inside

Proliferating rapidly, they continued to spread, and finally broke through the flesh and grew out, with a scarlet color.

The fireworks on the flame bearer swayed for a while, and it tried to use a similar method to Lorenzo to ignite itself and disperse the buds. Unfortunately, after the fireworks flashed out several times, they were completely extinguished.

It was like a dead giant. With the trembling echoes, the steam engine also declined. The light returned to darkness. The flame bearer turned into a huge sculpture, lifeless. White vines grew along the gaps and concentrated on it.

The back straightened up, directly connected to the dark dome, and then more branches spread out, turning into a towering tree with mottled blood stains on it.

Watson didn't respond, Lorenzo's mind trembled a little and he fell into suspicion.

To Watson, the flame bearer was just a shell. She was definitely not injured, but she, who was nothing, refused to respond to Lorenzo at this moment.

Is it because of the previous agreement?

Watson, the ghost, could only rely on the [gap] to communicate. After seeing the true posture of his enemy, did Watson remain silent as promised?

Or...is Watson also on the verge of losing control?

Lorenzo knows very well that there is actually no difference between Watson and Lawrence. They are both monsters that have entered the stage of sublimation and are approaching the end. One has split into huge legions, and the other has turned into an invisible ghost.

Dangerous and powerful.

The previous cases of Roger and Adren have proven the ability of the Unspeakable to contaminate. If Watson was contaminated and instigated rebellion... Lorenzo did not dare to think about it.

She is currently in charge of "The Final Echo". Once Watson loses control, no matter how much Lorenzo does, it will be in vain.

The scene in front of him changed rapidly, and Lorenzo suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Watson when he first entered this place.

He hoped that Watson could hand over [Final Echo] to him, but Watson did not respond, and then the battle began... Watson would never reject him, not to mention that all this had been planned for a long time, and she wouldn't

It is possible to make such a mistake.

The ground beneath his feet cracked, and the pale branches attacked again. They rose from the ground and turned into a cage, trying to trap Lorenzo.

His thoughts were interrupted, but Lorenzo was not ready to continue thinking. The current suspicions were meaningless. He had reached the end. He could do nothing but trust Watson unconditionally.

No...except for one thing, kill the enemy in front of you.

The fireworks exploded in an instant, and before the cage could be closed, it was evaporated by the high temperature, leaving only the wreckage at its feet, proving their existence just now.

Lorenzo did not stop, there was a tremor under his feet, his figure was pulled into a white light, and he galloped past. This time, he did not choose to escape, but to face the enemy.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the new pope, perhaps because of the fireworks. Under the strong light, only the ferocious figure remained in Lorenzo's sight, and everything around him gradually faded and dissipated.

It was like running on a collapsing continent. Every time Lorenzo took a step forward, the ground he stepped on would collapse in the next second. The hoarse branches and buds were like flung vines, chasing his figure. In the end, he had turned into a

The densely packed pursuers covered the sky and the sun. As long as Lorenzo was slow for just a second, he would be overtaken, entangled, and torn into pieces by them.

"Lorenzo... Holmes?"

A hoarse voice sounded intermittently from the new pope's mouth. Lorenzo looked at him slightly surprised, and then he saw it.

Seeing the iron surface covered with dents and bloodstains, it is carved with exquisite textures. If you follow the direction of the textures, you will find that these textures form a vortex-like pattern, and all of this ultimately points to the direction of the vortex.

end.

Those eyes sunken under the iron surface.

In the vast and blazing white fireworks, in the blink of an eye, the light ceased and became pitch black.

What Lorenzo was looking at was no longer the scorching pupils, but the darkness like an abyss, which was rolling slowly and thickly, as if Lorenzo's soul was about to be swallowed up.

"Don't look at him!"

The sound was deafening, but Lawrence's reminder came too late, or... it all happened too fast. The moment the sound sounded, Lorenzo had already been captured by him.

The scenery in front of him gradually collapsed, losing its original color and falling into black and white. Even though he knew he had fallen into a trap, Lorenzo still insisted on drawing his sword.

No need to explain, the moment the strange feeling emerged, Lorenzo knew clearly what he had encountered.

Power Raphael.

False hallucinations can drive people crazy, but they cannot change reality. The last image remains in Lorenzo's mind. The new pope is right in front of him, and all he needs to do is stubbornly thrust out the nail sword.

"Lorenzo?"

A familiar voice sounded, but what came into view was another familiar face.

Lorenzo maintained the posture of raising his sword, but he was in a sea of ​​brilliant flowers. Watson was standing in front of him, looking at him with a confused face.

"Luo..."

She wanted to say something more, but the nail sword cut her throat, and the entire illusion was completely shattered.

"How cruel! Lorenzo Holmes, didn't you hesitate at all?"

As the illusion shattered, mocking voices sounded, and the new Pope was close in front of him, with his tail blade and branches dancing wildly, like an angry monster.

It can be clearly felt that as the battle progresses, the new pope becomes more and more "active". Lorenzo understands that this is the degree of dominance that has begun to deepen, and together with all the knowledge and intentions in the new pope's mind,

Used by darkness.

"We are not only fighting him, we are also fighting the dark side of our hearts. This is the truth that erosion can interfere with us!"

Lawrence's voice sounded, and while Lorenzo attracted most of the attention, the assassin hiding in the shadows struck again.

The figure of the new pope occupied Lorenzo's entire field of vision, so he could not see any trace of Lawrence, but he could hear the howling wind in the air, as if there was a cold iron sword cutting through all obstacles.

break.

The unspeakable is chaotic and disordered, and it will inspire the dark side of the heart. Nightmare-like scenes will haunt people and drag them into deep darkness.

Just like Roger and Adren, their obsession with all this turned into their weakness, thus prompting the beginning of destruction.

Lorenzo didn't know exactly what happened to the new pope, but he was certain that the new pope was dead, and the one he was fighting now was just a resurrected corpse ruled by darkness.

"I hate it when someone manipulates my memory!"

Lorenzo roared angrily, and blazing fireworks grew along the nailed sword, like a lance passing through the sea of ​​fire.

It was also at this moment that the turbulent black mist erupted from the well of sublimation behind. They spread wantonly, swallowing up everything in the blink of an eye, chewing up all the light.

Lorenzo didn't know whether he had stabbed the new pope. The dark mist rolled over his body, as softly as if it didn't exist. But then his consciousness felt like a heavy blow. The extreme disgust almost made Lorenzo want to

Cut open your own heart.

What follows is pain.

It was as if a dagger was slicing his eardrum, and there was a harsh sound like metal friction. There were bursts of metal collisions. Lorenzo felt a sharp pain in his chest. He was hit by this harsh sound, like a hammer falling continuously.

Every time the sound rang out, Lorenzo retreated, his chest was dented by the impact, blood surged, and the broken armor was intertwined with flesh and blood.

Lorenzo was in agony and roared like a beast.

The billowing black fog passed by and dissipated in the blink of an eye, but the heavy pressure on his mind did not relax for a moment. Lorenzo saw everything in front of him clearly, and saw that he was clinging to the stone pillar.

The sharp tail blade penetrated his shoulder and nailed him to the stone pillar. At the same time, the remaining tail blade was still hitting his chest, trying to break Lorenzo's armor.

What's worse is not just that, there is a dense sound like a colony of ants, the branches and buds break through the surface of the stone pillar next to them, and penetrate into Lorenzo's flesh and blood through the gap opened by the tail blade.

Lorenzo saw through the hallucination, but the moment he was disturbed by the hallucination was when he was about to die.

The tail blade was raised high, and the sharp edge brought an invitation from the god of death. Lorenzo tried to move his body, but there was severe pain in his mind, and he vaguely saw the heavy black mist again.
To be continued...