Ember Gun

  Chapter 61 Venus

  Thousands of believers poured into this city of holy gods to celebrate the birthday of the gods tonight. It is obviously winter, but they are still hot because of the countless heartbeats.

This is a religious holiday from the Gospel Church. According to the "Gospel", the so-called **** was born on this day. Because of his birth, there was the first ray of sunlight in the dark world, so the fire and rain burned the whole sky. The world is seven days and seven nights.

  The demon who wandered on the barren land died under the rain of fire, new life was reborn under their ashes, and the solid glaciers melted because of it, so the turbulent tide engulfed most of the world.

  The beautiful new world slowly rises after this destruction.

But in the same way, this day in the "Revelation" also has another meaning. According to the description in the book, when God comes, the darkest shadow appears alone under his feet. That is the abyss. Not only does this day appear The gods, the monsters who were fighting with them, also crawled out of the darkness.

   "What are you waiting for? Child."

   stepped out of the carriage and stepped on the **** red carpet, Master Lawrence looked at Lorenzo who was still standing still, questioning his hesitation.

"I'm thinking."

   After a long pause, Lorenzo replied slowly.

   "What to think about?"

"everything."

  As if he heard some joke, Master Lawrence walked over with a smile.

  "It’s no longer needed now. All you have to do now is to accept the honor and enjoy the carnival of victory."

  Hundreds of thousands of years of war between the Demon Hunting Order and the demons have finally ended. All the sacrifices have become worthwhile. The torch is burning in the dark, and finally the endless darkness is completely burned out.

  The blood turned into honey wine, the corpse turned into soft bread, and the air seemed to be sweet and greasy.

  Lorenzo couldn't help but look around. People's faces were full of enthusiasm and joy. The holy words of prayer matched the pipe organ in the church, and the melody kept boiling, as if the whole world was singing.

  Yes, this is a day worth celebrating. I don’t know how long ago a **** was born on this day, and after this distant future, the last demon will also be crucified.

  Therefore, the crowd reveled.

   "Let's go, Lorenzo."

  Master Lawrence stretched out his hand again, as if it were an invitation.

  Behind him, at the end of the red carpet, the door of St. Nalo Cathedral slowly opened, and endless light overflowed from the crack in the door, and then the hymn became more and more powerful.

   "Lorenzo, what are you waiting for?"

  Master Lawrence still stretched out his hands, but Lorenzo seemed to be frozen in place on the other side of him.

  He stared at Master Lawrence quietly, with compassion and nostalgia in his gray-blue eyes.

   "No, it is not my place after all... Even the entire Fei Lengcui and the Gospel Church do not belong to me."

  Lorenzo casually flipped through his clothes while talking. In the holy robe, he skillfully took out an iron box, took out a cigarette from it and lit it.

   "I remember you don't smoke."

   Seems to see some flaws, Master Lawrence said slowly.

   "Yes, this is a bad habit I cultivated in the old Dunling."

  Lorenzo said, looking around and celebrating everything, like watching a funny farce.

"Master Lawrence, do you remember that the specialized training of our demon hunters is dominated by you. At that time, you told us that demon is corrosive. In the face of that terrible erosion, our will can only do To the superlative resistance."

   "So we need a Venus who will guide us when we fall into darkness."

  Master Lawrence understood the meaning of Lorenzo's words, and he became a little serious.

  "You mean that this is a illusion. Whether it is the place of the seven hills or me, it is only an illusion caused by the erosion of the monster?"

  Lorenzo smiled and nodded. He had seen all this before he knew it, but he seemed to miss it, so he was not in a hurry to leave.

   "Then Lorenzo, since you know this is an illusion, how do you judge it?"

  He said again.

The so-called Venus can be many things, an object, a paragraph, or even a natural phenomenon. It does not matter exactly what it is. The important thing is that when you know its existence at the first moment, you can distinguish between illusion and illusion. Reality.

   "I remember that you never found your own Venus. After all, that kind of thing needs absolute trust and uniqueness. Many people can't find this kind of characteristic."

Just like a boat in a storm, the human will is faltering in the storm of demons. To get out of this predicament, they need a direction, a star that can guide them away, but the night sky is so prosperous, with endless stars hanging on it, They need a unique Venus who will never be confused with other stars.

   "So isn't this the reason why we accepted [God Baptism]?"

  Lorenzo replied faintly, the smoke was over halfway, and the misty white smoke slowly rose.

   "In that ritual, our spirit will be specialized, and at the same time there will be another memory in our mind that does not belong to us, but only we know."

  He looks like he is holding the winning ticket.

  Master Lawrence rarely stopped smiling, and his kind body exuded a dangerous atmosphere.

   "So it's 42?"

  All he can think of is the strange but meaningless number Lorenzo mentioned before, but that thing is a bit too absurd as a Venus.

  What's 42?

  42 flying birds, 42 sharp swords, or the bronze iron plate with 42 characters engraved on it?

  It is too general to be sure.

  So Lorenzo shook his head and rejected the answer.

   "No, it's me."

"what?"

  Master Lawrence did not understand Lorenzo's words for a while, but Lorenzo quickly gave an explanation.

   "Lorenzo Holmes. The name itself is a day star, isn't it?"

  "But there are many people in this world, what if someone has the same name as you?"

  Once you follow the wrong starlight, then the boat will no longer be able to sail out of the storm.

   "No, because this name is very special, it's not even a name, it's just a symbol for the name."

  Lorenzo likes this name very much, it is the embodiment of wish.

"not to mention……"

  Placed his hand on a familiar position, he drew a sharp blade from under the robe.

  No one was agitated because Lorenzo drew his sword, because he was a priest, a Templar knight, and a demon hunter.

  This is a place where faith can be condensed into substance. Everyone who can step into it is a believer of God. They have absolute trust between them, which is ridiculous but as solid as steel.

  No one would think that Lorenzo could do blasphemous things, after all, they thought he was the same as them, the most devout believer.

   "What do you want to say?"

  Master Lawrence also put his hand under the robe, and the sword that he had fought for many years was quietly hidden in the red shirt, waiting for his dispatch.

   "I want to talk about, more importantly, this is not my dream...this is his."

  "Like the name Lorenzo Holmes, this name has not yet been born at this moment.

  Lorenzo quietly looked at the face reflected on the blade. It was not Lorenzo's appearance. Except for the same gray-blue eyes, the two faces were completely different.

  It’s been a long time since I saw you.

Looking at the familiar look in the blade, Lorenzo was full of emotion. Even so many years have passed, his influence on him still exists, even when he is almost forgotten, he is dragged into his dream. , In the dream of a dead man.

So at the very beginning, Lorenzo realized the vain here. This is another person’s memory, another person’s dream. On the day of God’s birthday, he was not in the place of Qiqiu at all, and he did not have the power to teach Lawrence. Long direct conversation, only he has, the one who lives in the depths of his soul.

   "If it weren't for me, I would have something to do, I really want to stay here for a while."

   Lorenzo whispered, looking at the beauty that no longer exists, the next moment the sword slashed fiercely.

Master Lawrence is worthy of the leader of the Demon Hunting Order. Even though he is no longer in his prime, his reflexes are still outstanding. He even said that he is one step faster than Lorenzo. , Tearing the air to make the sound of rolling thunder.

  The metal collided together, and the sparks were intertwined with the piercing sound, like a ringing bronze bell.

  Everyone's eyes were focused on here, and there was an iron piece falling from the sky. It was a broken blade, which was inserted on the red carpet after falling.

   "It's really you..."

  Lorenzo held the broken sword and couldn't help but admire. Even in the illusion, Master Lawrence was still so strong, so strong that only the first round of confrontation had the result.

  "Your will has been eroded. This is not a dream, but a real reality."

  The sharp blade rested gently on Lorenzo's neck, and Master Lawrence's eyes were solemn.

This situation is also common in the sect. The demon hunter has been eroding and deepening in years of fighting, until he can't distinguish between reality and reality. In the conversation just now, he has been trying to guide Lorenzo to find his own star. Darkness, but he had obviously confused everything and was trapped in the storm.

   "I don't have any... Master Lawrence."

  Lorenzo didn't care about the life-threatening blade, still that unscrupulous smile.

  "Your behavior is like a mental illness trying to prove that you are not mentally ill."

   "So this is an unsolvable ring, right?"

   "We can heal you."

  "Do you mean the bolt of strengthening the silver binding?"

  Lorenzo smiled, seeming to laugh at him. Seeing Master Lawrence fell silent, he continued talking.

   "In fact, there is another way to prove whether this is a dream."

There was an unknown in the words. Master Lawrence noticed the difference, and almost subconsciously waved the blade in his hand, but this time he was a step slower, and the broken sword penetrated Lorenzo’s chest directly. He laughed wildly with him. Looking back at everything in this city in memory.

  If you are trapped in a dream, then just wake up, as long as you can wake up.

   "It's nice to see you again, Master Lawrence."

  The blood can't stop pouring out, leaving the warm body, seeming to be farewell, he said.

   "Things of the old age will end here."

   With a smile, he drew out the broken sword fiercely. Amidst Master Lawrence’s astonishment, Lorenzo penetrated him again.

  (End of this chapter)