"The times are constantly iterating and evolving, just as we once wielded stones, wooden sticks, iron swords... and even today's firearms."
The new pope did not attack again, and his voice was hoarse in the heavy black fog.
The steel mask was also covered with white tender buds, which were like tiny vines, twining and growing. Lorenzo looked carefully and faintly discovered that these buds resembled flesh and blood with plant characteristics.
"This is undeniable, right? Everyone, our architecture, craftsmanship, art, technology, everything, our great civilization...
We are constantly spiraling upward. Everything in human cognition is progressing over time, exploring unknown lands and discovering strange technologies... This is what we have done before, so in the end, why
What if humanity itself is stagnant?”
Most of the new pope's body was replaced by twigs and buds. He was deeply rooted in the ground, making it difficult to move. Half of his body became as hard as a tree, and his only arms were slowly raised, and crazy words could be heard.
"The road to sublimation is right in front of us, why do we have to stop here?"
The new pope asked incomprehensively, but Lorenzo and Lawrence did not talk too much with him. The flowing fire flashed and burned the white tree.
For a moment, it seemed as if a giant dragon was breathing towards him. The high temperature of the volcanic lava was shooting out with chaotic sparks. Waves of heat waves that were enough to melt steel were blowing. The red silk threads that were scattered like a huge cloak were all broken.
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They were flying in the air, and the fireworks were chasing them. The flames could be seen flashing and extinguishing until only floating embers were left in the air.
The steel mask was slightly red-hot and wrapped in branches, it looked like a sculpture that had been weathered for an unknown period of time, with only its arms still moving stubbornly.
"Stop talking nonsense, do you really think there is any...so-called room for maneuver between us?"
Lorenzo spoke indifferently, and the flames erupted, completely covering the new pope, and even the dark mist began to dissipate under the high temperature.
Lorenzo, like Lawrence, is hard-hearted and ruthless. If just a few meaningless words can shake the two of them, then the new pope...the Unspeakable is a bit too naive.
The new pope didn't care about this and just continued to make that disturbing laugh.
Loren and Lawrence teamed up to inflict severe injuries on the new pope and tore his body apart. Correspondingly, they also paid a high price.
Lorenzo forced himself to hold his body, and the fierce blow of the tail blade broke countless bones in his body. His sunken chest reluctantly rose and fell with his breathing, and every swallow brought the stinging pain of a sharp instrument stirring flesh and blood.
The invasion of the black mist also brought many effects. Lorenzo had not been in contact with it for a long time, but he probably guessed the strangeness of the black mist.
It seemed to be the "materialization" of erosion. As these mists invaded, they accelerated the speed at which Lorenzo was eroded. The world in front of him began to appear slightly ghosted. Lorenzo didn't know how long he could hold on.
But before he completely collapses, he is confident that he can eradicate all this.
The corner of his eyes fell on Lawrence. Without saying a word, this guy stubbornly took out a brand new nail sword from his sword bag.
In order to attack the new pope, Lawrence was not only using Lorenzo as bait, but he himself was also one of the many baits. The fight just now cost him several bodies. Lorenzo didn't know how many more Lawrence had left.
The body is hidden in the darkness. Once all the bodies are damaged, it seems that Lawrence, the immortal monster, will also usher in his final death.
The blazing fire burned, illuminating this magnificent underground palace. Lorenzo still remembered its former glory, but the outbreak of the Holy Night made all this glory no longer fall into the ruined darkness.
I thought all this was the end, but after many years, Lorenzo returned here again to write the final chapter of all this disturbing.
"I still remember him, everyone."
The new pope reluctantly raised his head. His body was assimilated to the hardness of the branches, like plaster. Every time he moved, there was a clicking sound, and white powder fell down.
"The immortal Yanar... he fought hard here many years ago, fighting the demons for countless days and nights until he completed his final mission."
The sound of metal crashing sounded. At first it was very weak and tiny, but soon it became clear. On the steel mask, a fine crack was left. The crack broke, and a corner of the mask was broken, revealing the ferocious figure underneath.
Scary face.
Lorenzo looked over and saw that the new pope's eyes were dark, like a lightless night, and his face covered with scars was exposed. However, Lorenzo did not feel scared. In his opinion, he only felt tired.
That is a tired face.
"What exactly is he? A new pope, or..."
Lorenzo murmured to himself, and then Lawrence's steady voice sounded.
"He's still him, but he's not him anymore."
Lorenzo couldn't understand the mysterious answer, but there was no need to understand it at this moment.
The new pope became a slave of darkness, but in his mind, he could still clearly recall everything in the past.
The sound of babbling was heard, and branches and buds were seen proliferating, just like the immortal Yanar, whose flesh and blood multiplied like a plant, transforming him into a strange and speechless monster.
The middle part of the body began to extend, like the belly of a snake, and the only arms began to wither and become slender. He was grabbing something in the air, and soon branches and buds were entangled together. They spiraled up and shot up from the ground.
It turned into a sharp and slender thorn. The thorn was broken off by the withered arm and turned into a sharp spear.
The earth is resurrecting, and countless branches extend from the well of sublimation. They crawl all over the Temple of Stasis, and are entangled around the new pope, turning into sharp spears, waiting for it to be pulled out.
"I can see it, see the darkness in your hearts."
The new pope said faintly, like an immortal soul.
Neither Lorenzo nor Lawrence acted rashly. The new pope was leaning against the Well of Sublimation. No one knew what kind of power he had at this moment, and the two of them were not in good condition. If they made a mistake, they could be fatally wounded.
blow.
But even though he thought so in his heart, Lorenzo was still a little impatient. They didn't have much time, at least Lorenzo was like that.
Not only was the new pope approaching the Well of Sublimation, he was also approaching the Well of Sublimation. Like a whirlpool falling into water, the suction force from the darkness became stronger and stronger until Lorenzo could no longer reach it and was dragged by it.
Into the abyss.
"Lorenzo Holmes, I can give you a new life, don't you long for everything that you have missed and can no longer touch?"
The voice was not weak at all, and reached Lorenzo's ears clearly. Lorenzo did not respond, with a gloomy face, while Lawrence on the side reminded him in time.
"Don't look him in the eyes."
That was the trigger that triggered the illusion. Lorenzo had fallen into it before and suffered severe injuries.
"Um."
Lorenzo responded indifferently, calmed his breathing, and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
Seeing that Lorenzo was indifferent, the new pope set his sights on Lawrence again. He also wore a steel mask and his eyes were as hot as electricity.
"What about you? Lawrence."
"No matter what you promise, you can't tempt me."
Lawrence raised his swords and strode forward. Lorenzo couldn't wait any longer, and neither could he.
If "sublimation" is a disease, then Lawrence is already terminally ill. Every extra second he stays in the Temple of Stasis may cause Lawrence's accumulated illness to break out.
Time is running out, chasing Lawrence and Lorenzo.
"Of course I know...and there's no need to tempt you."
The new pope also got ready for battle. He raised the spear in his hand and made a thunderous gesture.
A new round of offensive broke out in an instant without any warning. The ground beneath the feet began to tremble, and thick black mist overflowed from the well mouth again, mixed with raised branches. They were like long whips, beating the ground forcefully.
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Lorenzo swung the nail sword, and the scorching fire flow was swung out by him like sword energy. The blazing white light blade passed by and split the heavy black fog. Under this strong light, Lawrence moved forward quickly, like a shadow.
Accompany.
"I see you!"
The new pope shouted and threw his spear.
Only thunder could be heard exploding in the air, and all light and shadow seemed to shrink to the extreme, stretched into thin lines, and then turned into rolling thunder.
Lorenzo couldn't see the picture of the spear advancing in the air. It was like a stop-motion animation. One second the spear was still in the new pope's hand, and the next second it was firmly planted in the ground and penetrated Lawrence's thigh.
what happened?
Lorenzo couldn't see clearly the trajectory of the spear, but he could clearly see Lawrence's miserable state.
On the eve of the spear's arrival, Lawrence's instinct drove him to wave his sword to block it. However, the sharp swords were easily broken under the bombardment of the spear. The iron armor all over his body was also cut through, passing through flesh and blood, crushing bones, and the ends were deep.
It penetrated deeply into the ground and pinned Lawrence to death.
There was no whine, not even hesitation.
Lawrence pulled his body vigorously, his thigh was torn, and the numerous white bones were exposed. He quickly drew out a new nailed sword and struck hard on his thigh to release the restraint.
With blood dripping from his eyes, he staggered forward. At the same time, there was a sound of thunder, and a spear appeared in front of him out of thin air.
Ding
The lingering sound of metal resounded, and the sharp sword force brought wind pressure, dispersing the dust kicked up by the spear.
At the critical moment, the nail sword thrust out from the other side. Just like before, it failed to stop the spear. The pale, branch-like spear seemed to carry divine power. God said it was unstoppable, so it was invincible.
Nothing can hinder its progress, but it can at least be deflected slightly.
The other Lawrence dropped the broken sword in his hand, blood dripping from his trembling arms. Behind him stood Lawrence with a broken leg, leaning on the nailed sword to prevent himself from falling.
"How many more bodies do you have left to try and make mistakes?"
The new pope laughed, stretched out his hand, and once again took off the spear that grew from the ground.
He turned into a towering tree, guarding the Well of Sublimation, and bursts of black mist surrounded him, like thick smoke overflowing from the cracks.
"At least enough to kill you."
Lawrence said calmly, and at the same time more footsteps sounded. From the shadows in all directions, Lawrence walked out of the darkness one after another. They clenched their swords and their eyes flashed like daylight.
The new pope stopped talking. After a burst of hoarse laughter, the entire stasis temple trembled violently. Thousands of branches swayed high with the miserable laughter, and they flapped violently.
All around, at this moment, the Lawrences moved one after another, turning into thunder and crashing into him.
The nailed sword was pulled into long and thin strips of light, and they overlapped together to weave a gorgeous light like an aurora.
The old soul roared, and the anger accumulated over the years completely exploded at this moment.
Lawrence didn't need words to inspire him; his actions revealed everything in his heart.
Lorenzo tried to see everything on the battlefield clearly, but all he could see were rolling dust and fireworks. They were like thunder chasing each other, constantly flashing and extinguishing in the darkness, and there was a faint sound of breaking.
There was also the lingering sound of broken flesh and blood.
"Lawrence! I saw your prophecy!"
The voice of the new pope came from afar, and the raised branches wrapped around Lawrence. The branches sunk deeply into his head, as if devouring his memory, and then completely crushed the head.
Turned into a rain of blood all over the sky.
"So it's what has sustained you until now?"
The new pope's voice was magical, like a devil's whisper.
"So Lawrence..."
His voice became softer, and soon the roaring sound of thunder ended all the noise.
Lorenzo only felt a strong impact erupting, and the ripples overturned everything along the way. He could only stab the nail sword, steady his body, and look forward. The diffuse black mist and fireworks dissipated with the impact.
, the place was in a mess.
The entire ground seemed to have been plowed, and the broken clods of soil were covered with hot blood. Several bloody corpses fell on it. Organs and minced meat were everywhere, and countless bodies were broken together.
Branches, I don’t know how many swords Lawrence wielded in that brief moment. He almost cut off all the branches extending from the well of sublimation. They fell all over the ground, like earthworms that were not yet dead, struggling to squirm.
With.
"Now you've reached the end of the prophecy, right?"
The new pope's voice sounded again, but this time his voice became very gentle, as if he was coaxing a child to sleep peacefully.
He stretched out his withered and rotten palm, and then touched the embarrassed guy in front of him.
Lawrence's mask was full of cracks, his left arm was missing, and a large chunk of flesh was missing from his abdomen. His exposed organs could be seen, steaming out of them.
"yes……"
Lawrence answered mysteriously.
He kept falling down, kept trying and making mistakes, and finally broke through all the obstacles, paving a way to reach the new pope. He stubbornly raised the sword, but no longer had the strength to stab it down.
This is the last body of Lawrence, and his defeat is sealed.
"Poor Lawrence, a slave bound by fate, you have fulfilled your prophecy, then..."
The new pope drew his spear and thrust it gently.
"Accept your death."
Lawrence's heart was penetrated. It was stiff at first, and then soft. His body slowly knelt down. The interference of pain and erosion made his consciousness exhausted. Now, even simple thinking seems extremely laborious.
Lawrence understood that he seemed to have lost and was about to die.
The pale spear penetrated his chest, and the blood flowed to the ground along the barrel of the gun, gathering in front of him like a bloody mirror, reflecting Lawrence's terrible appearance in it.
Gradually, the iron mask withered little by little and fell to the ground, exposing Lawrence's face.
It was a face he didn't recognize.
"Destiny has given you infinite power and allowed you to reach this point, but it has also bound you tightly. Your death is approaching and you cannot resist."
The devil spoke calmly.
Lawrence believed so devoutly that he was invincible before the predicted death date. Similarly, when the death date was approaching, even if he had tremendous power, he could not change the direction of his fate.
Holding the spear that penetrated his chest tightly with both hands, Lawrence tried his best, but still could not shake it. It was as if Lawrence had lost all strength at the moment he was pronounced dead.
"A believer in fate?"
Lawrence whispered, everything happened too fast, but it had already been imagined.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but the blood-colored mirror beneath him began to squirm, and blood continued to overflow, turning into a scarlet ocean.
In the turbulent waves, Lawrence saw countless bloody palms stretched out, begging for debts from himself.