Ember Gun

  Chapter 86 Ending

  Winter is coming, the yellowed autumn leaves fall weakly, and the dry branches twist and stretch, like a dense forest of thorns, under the warm sun, they are cut into pieces by sharp branches and fall on the white quilt.

  Shrike was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head, the gorgeous paintings covered the whole field of vision, and it was a bit tired after watching for a long time.

   "Ah... it's a rare rest."

  A familiar sigh came from the adjacent hospital bed, and the shrike tilted his head slightly, the Kestrel turned over, found a comfortable position to continue to rest, muttered casually in his mouth, like a dream.

  The voice of the quilt sounded again on the other side, and the Shrike turned his head again, and saw the robin holding a book of theology and reading it quietly.

   His chest is covered with bandages. From his relaxed face, it can be seen that this guy is recovering well.

   "Yes, it's really rare."

  Shrike looked at the ceiling above his head and sighed again.

He can't remember how he came back from that damned place. The huge body fell down with turbulent white flames. The monster was really big enough. When it finally fell, it hit the lighthouse, although it didn't. He broke it, but knocked down the Kestrel above.

  During the fall, this hapless guy caught the bulge on the wall. He was not killed, but he still broke a few ribs, miserably.

Shrike himself was in a coma due to the erosion of the original sin armor. When he first woke up, he was lying in the laboratory of the perpetual pump. The degree of nerve erosion was quite optimistic. Nikolai did not directly throw the Shrike into the furnace. Incineration, he was here when he woke up again, and he was a patient with two acquaintances.

   "How about blue jade?"

  Thinking about it, Shrike asked, and the robin on the other side answered him.

   "It's okay, but I have multiple burns on my body and I am recuperating."

   Robin closed the book and said to him.

As the most advanced patient here, his recovery was the best, so he was allowed to go down and take a stroll. The blue jade ward is at the other end of the corridor, but the erosion of the Shrike at the moment has not returned to a stable value. Locked firmly on the bed immobile.

   "Hoo...that's good."

   "Huh? Why, shrike, are you interested?"

  The other Kestrel, who had been pretending to be asleep, turned over and looked at him with a smirk. Among these people, he was the least injured, but for the so-called peaceful vacation, he stayed here with a faceless face.

   "Nothing, I just owe her my life, without her I would die there."

Shrike always dreams after returning, but the dream is everything on the battlefield. Countless demons swarmed and tore the iron armor on his body. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't break free until the fire fell, a white one. The hand dragged himself out of the darkness.

   "Sounds pretty good."

Kestrel said and nodded, as if he had understood something. On the other side, the robin also laughed, but he coughed a few times in pain after smiling, the one that Galahad lost control of. The sword pierced his chest, leaving many sequelae.

   "I am so happy to see you all alive and kicking."

  At a happy moment, the ward was pushed aside, and two people walked in one after the other. It was a perfect contrast, one with a smile on his face and the other with a cold face.

   Ye Xiao carried a fruit basket in his hand, while Xuanfeng took out a large bottle of spirits from under his clothes in the eyes of the three of them, squeezed his eyebrows at them, and made a quiet gesture.

  ……

   "Then still anonymous this time?"

  The nun in the lonely church asked the man sitting on the bench. The deerstalker lowered his face, and only the bleeding lips and the cold texture could be seen.

   "Yes, just as usual."

  The man replied, and then signaled the nun to leave, looking at the statue of the **** in the forefront. The sun shines through the painted glass, soaking the colorful light on it, and the fuzzy face is extremely sacred.

  The nun nodded and put away the expensive grant with respect, and then left the church. This man always came here, giving a donation, and then sat until sunset and left.

  She used to think he was looking for the pure land of the soul, or the salvation of God, but he never prayed, and did not need the blessings of the monks, he just simply sat here, enjoying the rare peace.

   So the nun drove away the children playing around and gave the mysterious guest a peace of mind, which was the only thing she could do.

   "So the mysterious Mr. Lorenzo Holmes is still a philanthropist?"

  The man sat beside Lorenzo, keeping a safe distance, and then slowly said.

   "What's wrong, can't it?"

  Lorenzo opened his tired eyes and looked at the man on the other side, barely showing a friendly smile.

"It's just a bit of a surprise. I checked your financial conditions. You will come here to donate every once in a while. With those funds accumulated, you can already live a good life in Old Dunling, but you didn't keep... this What kind of iron-blooded tenderness?"

  The man looked at him curiously.

   "It's just sympathy for the past."

  Lorenzo turned his gaze to the idol and shook his head.

"The demon hunter is a dangerous weapon, so the evangelical church needs to firmly control him, so it is the best choice to cultivate from childhood. Children who are ignorant and ignorant will be the most fanatical believers in the church, and the church is everything to them. ."

  I thought of Ed once again, for that guy was like this to the church, he had already occupied all of his life, but one day he was ruthlessly abandoned.

   "So, you were also born in this...place?"

  The man thought for a while, and asked tentatively.

  Lorenzo nodded, and then said.

"On the outskirts of Fei Lengcui, a monastery was built along the Tiber River. The nuns were very kind and adopted us, but in order to keep the monastery alive, we were transferred to the church headquarters. We thought it would be a period. A good life, after all, there is Feilengcui, not the same as the damned suburbs."

   He laughed as though he was talking.

   "Then what do you do? Atonement or repentance?"

The man asked. He had seen such a person. On the surface, he was a cold-blooded murderer, but behind his back he was the most loyal believer, trying to explain his atrocities with the so-called faith. In his eyes, Lorenzo was also Such people, with blood on their hands, try to wash them away with so-called good deeds.

   "It's just sympathy."

  He answered this question again, using the same reason.

   "The goodness of childhood is very important. When you are sad, those memories are the only worthy comfort."

   There was a faint laughter in the ear, and the little ghosts still violated the nun’s order and sneaked back to play.

   "Just these?"

"that's it."

  Lorenzo pointed to his head, then said to the man.

"Human memory is very unreliable. We will always forget something. Even the precious memory will turn yellow under the washing of time. If there is any reason, then it is here that I can force it. Remember a little bit of the past, that is the only good time."

  For a moment, the man seemed to understand Lorenzo's words, and he stared at the colorful idol, thoughtfully.

"I……"

   "Invite me to join the decontamination agency? Or arrest me. After all, I am a demon hunter. If I lose control, I will be an extremely dangerous demon."

  "If that's the case, don't say anything, Mr. Arthur, I really like my life now."

   directly interrupted Arthur's words, and Lorenzo directly rejected him.

  Like a dumb loss, Arthur didn't expect this witcher to be a bit difficult.

   "Why are you so confident?"

   "Because you need me, I think I have demonstrated my value in Ende Town's actions, and this value is my bargaining chip, is this okay?"

   "That's true, so let's talk about it differently, Mr. Holmes, I think we can become partners for cooperation to a certain extent."

  Arthur picked up the document he had with him and handed it to Lorenzo.

   "The exchange of values, this is our sincerity."

   "Oh...that still looks really troublesome."

  Lorenzo did not take the file, he was a little sad.

According to his understanding, Arthur should be the person in charge of the decontamination agency, but he directly rejected him on the home court, plus his own degree of danger. If Lorenzo guessed correctly, the hell-headed Dawn. It should be hidden in the clouds above his head. As long as Arthur waved his hand, he would blast this place to the ground.

  But now Arthur is still so friendly and even willing to show sincerity, then something must have happened, so troublesome that Arthur is willing to bargain with Lorenzo.

  "Can I listen to the whole story?"

   Arthur put away the file, showing a bit of joy. He likes to negotiate terms with smart people and clearly mark the price.

   "You should know that the Demon Hunting Order has been disbanded, right."

  Lorenzo nodded, making no sound.

   Arthur looked at his flawless expression, and then continued.

   "Then do you know that they have begun to rebuild the Demon Hunting Order?"

  "Rebuild the Demon Hunter's Order?"

  Lorenzo could not contain the surprise in his heart. For the first time, he and Arthur looked at each other, like two beasts, showing their fierce teeth.

  "A few days ago, during the operation in Ende Town, we received a telegram from the Place of Seven Hills. It was a new pope whose name was Saini Lotaire."

  Arthur said slowly.

   "He proposed to us for information exchange and technology sharing. The uppermost church lowered its head for the first time in hundreds of years. This has to make people wary, and it's not just that."

"After this telegram, we used a chess piece in the Seven Hills. It was buried more than ten years ago. The most valuable one in our intelligence department. Judging from the news he reported, those new popes have restarted. Many old departments and projects have been created.

The entire Templar Knights moved, as if war was about to come. The entire old forces in the Seven Hills were liquidated overnight. The pope wiped out the opposition within a few days in the name of God, and the entire church He was firmly held in his hand. "

  You can smell the blood in the air even if you are speaking, and the entire old forces have been completely eradicated. This is an almost impossible move, but it was done overnight, so how long did the new pope secretly prepare?

  "The survivors called him the emperor of kings, sang him, and the gods once again fluttered in the Western world."

  There was a dangerous light in his eyes, but Lorenzo still didn't care.

   "Does such a high-ranking person have a relationship with me?"

   "I know, but this is only part of the intelligence, and the other part is really related to you, or the demon hunter."

  This is just the appetizer. No matter how powerful the king of emperors is, Inervig also has the queen in the platinum palace and thousands of firecrackers to fight against him.

   "An event called the Night of the Holy Prophet broke out in the gospel church six years ago."

   Arthur deliberately slowed down when he said this. He watched Lorenzo, but there was nothing.

"More detailed insider information, we don’t know, but after that, the Demon Hunting Order mysteriously disbanded, and the previous pope signed a secret order named No. 13. According to our speculation, the secret order It's a slaughter order against the demon hunter."

  As if he knew what he was going to ask, Lorenzo shook his head.

   "I don't know, I had already arrived in Old Dunling at that time."

   "Then what if Secret Order No. 13 has not ended yet?"

   Arthur said again, with a somewhat threatening meaning.

  The long pursuit has never stopped, chasing every surviving demon hunter like a shadow.

"At the end of this telegram is a wanted order, and the new pope did not make any concealment. The church is hunting a demon hunter. He left the place of seven hills six years ago, but the Evangelical Church will do it again in the near future. I found his whereabouts, the location is...Inervig."

  Lorenzo's eyes were cold, and the secret blood was surging in his veins. It seemed that he had expected his murderous aura, and the faint metal sound came from all directions.

The nuns outside the church watched all this in horror. The red air cavalry descended from the sky on a chain and surrounded every corner of the church. At the end of the road, the knight was wearing that hateful armor, waiting for Arthur's. instruction.

  "Is this also part of sincerity?"

   "The premise of equal conversation is that we all have the sword to kill each other, don't we?"

  Arthur didn't care too much.

   "Are you trying to tie me to your tank?"

  Lorenzo nodded, he somewhat understood what Arthur meant. The church has been hunting down the surviving demon hunters, but the cleansing mechanism can protect him, as long as he still has value, he will never abandon him.

  "Whether the church wants you or not, but you have secret blood on your body, no one will not be tempted by such a powerful mighty force."

   "You are also trying to get involved in secret blood?"

  Lorenzo was amused as if he heard a joke.

  As if knowing why Lorenzo laughed, Arthur continued.

  "Mr. Holmes, times have changed. We have been chased by demons, but now with the rise of industrial technology, we can easily defeat them. There are more and more weapons and more and more lethality."

  The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and there seemed to be a fire burning.

  "The world is changing. You should be aware of what the church does. According to our intelligence, they have been trying to militarize the technology of monsters.

As for those Viking countries in the northern waters, few pirates have appeared in recent years. This is only because they had a civil war and a Viking tried to unite the conflicting countries, and he was about to succeed. We are only separated by a strait, Garunallo has also begun to catch up with steam technology, not to mention that there is still the silent nine summer in the east. "

  Arthur used to be a warrior, he only needed to see everything on the battlefield, but now he is a chess player on the chessboard, he needs to overlook the whole situation.

  "What do you think is the final direction of this world?"

   he asked suddenly.

  Lorenzo was silent for a while, he replied.

"I am not sure."

   Arthur’s voice had a vague sound of fighting, he replied.

   "War."

"The industrial revolution brought tremendous progress, but after this progress was the sacrifice of countless people. Manpower was replaced by machinery, and the class gap became larger and solidified. No matter which country is under this rapidly advancing technology, it is faltering. Only war can help. This contradiction shifts out."

  Like an evil dragon breathing in his ears, Arthur deduces the direction of the world for Lorenzo.

"The economy of the barren Viking countries is declining, and the popularity of steam technology is not widespread. Once they are unified, they need a way to catch up with us, and plundering is the fastest way... Just like in history, groups of Vikings The pirates came across the ocean, only this time they were holding advanced guns."

"The same is true for Gallunaro. He is close to Inervig. Under our oppression, they will sooner or later disappear. The way to change is to launch a glorious war. This time they must win, and the Gospel Church’s The same is true for a pope. If you want the Papal Kingdom of the Holy Spirit to regain control of the Western world, it is the best way to sweep all wars at once."

   Arthur slowly stated that the seemingly peaceful world has long been turbulent, and everyone is maintaining a fragile balance.

  "Mr. Holmes, this is the tide of the times. No one can stay out of it, even if you are pregnant with secret blood. How long can you support it under the torrent of steel?"

   "A war sweeping the whole world is brewing, and its emergence is inevitable."

  "But the secret blood is not a taboo that mortals can check. You will only repeat the mistakes of the church."

  Lorenzo answered calmly.

   "It is the hand holding the sword that determines whether the sharp sword kills or not."

  The two were silent at the same time, until after a long time Arthur stood up, his eyes cold.

  "If you change your mind, you can go to the shrike. As for the old Dunling, as long as you promise not to lose control, we still welcome you to live here."

  Said Arthur took out the gun and fired directly at Lorenzo's head, and the shot ran along Lorenzo's cheek, bringing up a little bit of blood.

   "Are you still struggling to kill me?"

  It took a long time for the pain to arrive. Lorenzo suddenly felt that Arthur was quite interesting. As long as he turned a little bit, he could blow his head, but he didn't do that.

   "Of course, Arthur's identity tells me that you are still worthwhile, but being a father makes me want to kill you."

  The Duke of Phoenix looked at Lorenzo ferociously and then said.

   "Goodbye then, Mr. Holmes."

  ……

  He left, along with the thousands of horses surrounding the church.

Lorenzo touched the blood on his face and laughed a lot after a long time. In fact, this is also Arthur’s sincerity. They can capture or kill themselves. Anyway, they are a blood-secret specimen, walking wealth, But he left himself here and let himself make a choice.

  Does Lorenzo really have a choice? The peaceful life is gone, or it has never come.

  The world in his eyes began to fluctuate, red and blue mixed together. After the chaos, like a video failure, there were many fluctuations and deep nerve tingling.

  【Start to connect to the Silent Temple. 】

  【Start connecting τψΓΗυωΔΘΦΡΝ……】

  As the voice in his mind calmed down, the tingling finally disappeared, and Lorenzo was holding his head tiredly.

   "Why disagree?"

  The woman's voice rang in her ears, she gently rubbed Lorenzo's face, pressed close to him, and then covered Lorenzo's head with her hands, gently rubbing the source of pain for him.

   "The Demon Hunting Order has indeed been rebuilt. The reappearance of the Temple of Silence is proof. But Lorenzo, forcibly disconnecting the connection is not free."

  Hugging Lorenzo's neck, the two are as close as lovers.

   "Why don't you speak? Wouldn't you be happy to see me again?"

  She whispered in her ear.

   "I'm not interested in vain demons."

  Finally, Lorenzo slowly said, and then a fierce punch was smashed, leaving several cracks on the wooden chair, and the woman disappeared with the wind in that instant.

Lorenzo sat alone in the church. After a long time, he picked up Winchester in the suitcase. He never left this weapon. He picked up a heavy deer bullet. The bullets inside were all holy silver. Cast it, then fill it in.

Facing the colorful idol, Lorenzo pressed the muzzle firmly against his chin, closed his eyes and gently squeezed the trigger, following the muttering prayers, children sang songs not far away. The singing of the class.

It calmed down for a long time until the gunfire sounded. The shattered silver bullet shattered the painted glass, and people's exclamations came from the shattering. The man leaned on Winchester, and at the last moment he avoided the gun. , His ears were full of violent buzzing, and there was a faint female voice in it, which seemed to mock his cowardice.

  　 This volume! end! (Since it is said that the physical style is implemented, don’t you think it’s very ritual?)

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