Ember Gun

  Chapter 729 Duel of Fate

  The vague hymn seems to have penetrated the illusion and reality and descended here, with fireworks blooming, completely reflecting the dark and stagnant temple.

  This is like a grand performance. With the exit of the characters, all of this finally came to a climax. The protagonist and the villain carried out the final fight, bringing the audience the final performance.

  Lorenzo's consciousness began to sink, and his body kept the action of stabs the new pope, but his pupils were captured by the dark abyss.

He was caught and captured by the blurred illusion. Under the weight of the erosion, Lorenzo did not feel that he had the ability to escape from this illusion. He could only rely on his last strength to push the new pope and try Drive him back to the Well of Ascension, while he roared loudly.

  Before the consciousness fell into darkness and lost all the ability to move, Lorenzo hoped and called with some hope.

   "Watson!"

  The final assassin hiding in the darkness, it's time to swing the deadly sword and slit the enemy's throat.

  If Lawrence's death was to pave the way for Lorenzo, then Lorenzo's death was for Watson, like a baton, one after another, until the enemy was driven to extinction.

At the end of the death of consciousness, Lorenzo heard a loud noise coming from behind. He didn't know what happened, but what he knew was that Watson would never disappoint himself, even if Lorenzo was hidden in her heart. He didn't know the secret, but he also stubbornly believed that Watson would not deceive him.

  Then, I will leave the rest to her.

Lorenzo exhausted his last strength and pushed the new pope to the edge of the well of sublimation. He no longer had the strength or consciousness to do all this. At the same time, the branches protruding from the ground were also heavy. Entangled his legs and prevented him from moving forward.

  The sharp barbs spread from the branches and pierced into Lorenzo's flesh and blood like thorns. Soon, as the blood soaked, the white branches turned red, like a mosquito sucking blood.

The eyes of the new pope stared at Lorenzo and trapped him in hallucinations. As long as a little more time, he could kill Lorenzo and completely solve all the threats, but from behind Lorenzo In the distant darkness, there was a burst of cracking ice.

  Something collapsed, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. In the deep darkness, there was a vague outline. It was terrifying and terrifying, like a demon who crawled out of hell.

  The new pope suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something, but he deliberately thought about it and couldn't think of it. So, he just faintly felt that he seemed to have overlooked something extremely threatening.

  That...what is that?

   Panic.

  This is the first time the new pope feels panic. Logically speaking, he should not have such negative emotions. His essence is the abhorrent darkness under the well of sublimation.

  The fear itself feels fear, which sounds too ridiculous, but this is what is really happening right now.

  He began to panic, and felt the suspicion that he had never had any doubt about the unknown part of his cognition. With such a powerful existence, is there still something that can surpass his own cognition?

  Familiar fluctuations came from the darkness, this power was so impressive, even after so many years, he still remembered it.

  "So [Final Echo] can indeed have an impact on you. Under its protection, you can't even notice my existence."

   A cold voice sounded, and a fire passed by, burning the hideous figure out of the darkness.

The flame bearer broke through the obstacles of the branches, strode forward, and saw that the originally bound flesh and blood had long been withered. For this reason, it picked up Lawrence's corpses, assimilated them, and turned them into twisted weirdness of steel and flesh. .

  One after another iron faces hung on his chest, and a hoarse and indifferent voice came from it. Compared with the new pope, it seemed that the flame bearer was the real evil spirit.

"Who are you?"

  The new pope is waiting.

   "I am your nightmare, the fire sword to end all this!"

  Watson’s voice was sonorous and powerful, overlapping together, like a tsunami rolled up.

  The reason why she didn't respond to Lorenzo's call was because of the killing formation at this moment. Lorenzo and Lawrence forced him into a desperate situation, and Watson had to end it all.

  Erosion has long been released from her consciousness, with the aftermath of [Final Echo] engulfed in it, and the invisible antimemetic has long been shrouded in this stagnant temple, completely isolated from the outside world.

  No one knows what they have forgotten, even the unspeakable.

  The penetration of antimemetic is more terrible than Watson imagined. It was not until Watson was exposed at this moment that the new pope suddenly realized all this.

  , who became the carrier of [Final Echoes], was also endowed with antimemetic qualities. In the new pope’s cognition, it was even difficult for him to search for Watson’s information from his own memory.

  The earth swelled, and thorns broke out of the earth, like a dead soul wielding a sword, sharp spikes scratched on the metal armor, bursting out dazzling sparks.

Overlapping together, firmly bound the limbs of the flame holder, sinking deeply into the gap between the joints and the armor, trying to limit all its actions, and under the tremendous force of twisting, even the sound of metal tearing can be heard , The limbs of the flame bearer are broken down and twisted little by little, just like disassembled insects.

  The blazing fireworks flickered, Watson had no extra power to deal with these thorns. Her power originated from the nightmare under the Well of Sublimation, and the sharp blade she held was the only weapon that could kill the nightmare.

  Like the fusion of water and fire, making a sharp bubbling sound, the stronger the antimemetic, the more powerful the antimemetic, the Watson, as the carrier, is also being corroded by this force.

  But don’t worry too much, Lorenzo and Lawrence have opened the way for Watson to assassinate Watson, and she doesn’t need to use more power from sublimation.

  Just move forward.

  The flame holder stubbornly moved forward, pulling all the thorns extremely straight, and the ground under his feet also began to collapse, cracking one after another.

  The new pope tried to control all this, but once he focused too much on Watson, he could feel the power coming from before him, as if death was approaching.

It was him, Lorenzo Holmos, the man who was supposed to be swallowed by hallucinations, did not fall completely, but struggled in the dark quagmire, his eyes fell into the same pitch black, but in the pitch black abyss There was a little firelight hovering, as if a blazing sun was about to rise.

"why?"

  He hissed and screamed.

  I don’t understand, the new pope doesn’t understand, why these guys have to resist themselves.

These guys in front of you are like this, so are those guys a long time ago, and even those people more distant before, seem like human beings, obviously full of many inferiorities, but when you try to kill them, they will burst out. Unimaginable resilience.

  Like alchemy, no matter how many times you purify metal, there will be a trace of impurities that cannot be completely eliminated. It is not only a human inferiority, but also a human emblem.

  Lorenzo's body trembled slightly, like a stone statue sculpted by mud and stone. Now he is about to come alive. The stone is shattered and can no longer be restrained.

   "Stop it for me!"

  The new pope gave orders, and the piercing metal sound continued, high-pitched and sharp.

The body of the flame bearer was torn apart, and as it continued to advance, it was not so much pulling the thorns forward, it was better to say that it slammed into a thousand knives made of thorns, and the sharp tip fell into the armor. In the sparks, the steel was torn to pieces.

  The armor collapsed and the iron feathers shattered.

  It is like a knight at the end, crumbling, the feathers on its body are constantly falling, falling to the ground, making a dull sound.

  But it is still moving forward, its body supported by its withered skeleton, and a blazing ghost fire floats under its visor, as if an angry soul is lodged in it.

  【Lorenzo, I always feel that I am incompatible with all of this. 】

  Watson was in contact with Lorenzo's consciousness, she didn't know whether Lorenzo could hear her voice, it was like speaking to the silent sea.

  【I am an invisible ghost, I no longer have the slightest connection with this world...except for my current mission. 】

  The flame bearer raised his arm high. Under the strangulation of the thorns, the arm completely lost its original appearance, like a twisted and broken iron sword. It was raised high, reflecting the bright light.

  The light fell on Lorenzo's face, he still maintained that stiff posture, like the flame bearer, entangled in thorns.

   His face twitched slightly, as if Lorenzo was experiencing some terrible nightmare, Watson shouted at this moment, [Gap] connecting them together.

  【Wake up! Lorenzo! 】

   "Stupid decision!"

  The new pope laughed. Since entering the Silent Temple, these invaders have not activated [Gap]. Now the physical barrier has almost collapsed. Watson's behavior made the new pope aware of the existence of the gap.

  A billowing black mist overflowed from the well of sublimation behind him. In a blink of an eye, the darkness swallowed everything, leaving only white fireworks swaying in it, as if monsters were fighting each other.

  This is a duel of fate, an endless endgame, and in this endless blood and tears, noisy swords, there is finally a peaceful place, which is hidden in the depths of the soul.

   "Wake up!"

  The voice reverberated, I don't know how long it had been floating, it surpassed the barriers and fell into this hidden corner.

  Someone heard this sound, woke up leisurely, opened their tired eyes, everything in their sight was smudged into a large spot of light.

   looked forward blankly, his eyes a little confused.

  Small footsteps stepped on the stones, making light noises, and the sound approached him, and then a shadow fell, covering his face.

   "What are you in a daze? Didn't you wake up?"

A gentle female voice sounded, asking, and he looked a little dull. After a long pause, he came back to his senses, his stiff expression softened, rubbing his face vigorously, feeling the real touch, he was not sure To say.

   "I seem to have a dream."

   "Huh? What dream?"

  The girl heard this and asked very curiously.

   "I...I'm not too good to say..."

  Thinking of this, he felt a sting in his mind, vaguely remembering a few fragments.

   "I seem to be fighting with someone... I fought so badly, I blushed and bleeds."

  A terrible dream, a real and long nightmare. Until now, I am a little tranced. I don’t know whether it is a dream or another real reality.

   "Do you boys all love to have this kind of dream?"

  The girl said in a puzzled way. She looked at the boy who was shorter than her, and smiled and flicked his forehead.

   "You are so annoying!"

   Being teased in this way, the boy resisted violently, and even the nightmare just now was forgotten.

   "Let's go, it's time to go home, sleep here, you will catch a cold."

   "I know, I know, Watson, stop rushing."

  The boy stood up from the wooden bench. Suddenly, a chaotic picture flashed before his eyes, the green grass was replaced by the cold ice field, and the warmth of the setting sun turned into a bitter cold.

  He shuddered, and the picture in front of him returned to normal after a short while, his pupils looked around in panic, but could not find the slightest flaw.

  The sky is clear, and there are dense clouds at the end of the distant horizon. Under the reflection of the setting sun, they all seem to be burning, the golden light is paved, and the grass, gravel roads, and woods are covered.

  Everything looks warm and beautiful under the golden color.

Watson walked ahead, the boy followed her, along the gravel road, looking into the distance, he could see the hut among the woods. At this moment, there was a lot of smoke overflowing from the chimney, and it seemed that someone was working. Cooking in the room.

   "Hurry up, there will be guests coming today, we have to prepare in advance."

  Watson continued to urge, the boy nodded tirelessly, and followed.

  Before marching, he watched around, the breeze came slowly, and his heart fell into a peaceful tranquility.

  It feels really good. The body and mind are being warmed from the inside out. It is obviously such an ordinary feeling, but the boy feels that he has not experienced it in many years.

many years?

  He suddenly noticed this. For some reason, he was just a teenager, but he was inexplicably grateful for these ordinary lives, as if all these ordinary things were extremely precious.

  I don’t understand, and I don’t bother to understand it. He is very hungry, he just wants to go home and have a big meal, and then lie on the bed lazily and spend this beautiful day.

  He knew that he would sleep very dead at night, until noon the next day, and then greet a beautiful new day with full energy.

But……

  The boy stopped halfway. He turned his head and looked at the bench hidden in the shade. The weeds grew savagely under the bench, almost wrapping it up.

"What's wrong?"

  Watson smiled at him.

   "I... I seem to have forgotten something," the boy murmured to himself, "Some... very important things."

  Hugging the boy from behind with his hands, Watson rubbed his head affectionately.

   "People can't remember dreams, especially nightmares, don't think about them."

  The boy didn't push her away irritably this time, but looked at the bench blankly. After a brief silence, he nodded in agreement.

   "Um... let's go."

   As he said, he turned his head and walked towards the golden hut shrouded by the setting sun.

  (End of this chapter)