Ember Gun

   Chapter 734

Lorenzo felt a little weird. For some reason, he always felt that his consciousness had become muddy, the sense of space and time had become blurred, and he could clearly touch the things in front of him, see the things in front of him, and hear them. , Smelled them, but Lorenzo just felt that an inexplicable thrust was squeezing him, trying to drive him away from this world.

  He was panting heavily, crawling hard in the ruins, his palms were rubbed with blood, and his figure was crumbling, as if he had lost all his strength.

   A look of despair.

It may be the reason why the unspeakable was [exiled]. The blood secret connection was interrupted. He became a passive water. The forbidden power in his body was gradually declining. The obstacles that could be easily overcome in the past have also become Difficulties and dangers came up.

  Perhaps, this is what a mortal should look like.

  Lorenzo leaned aside, trying to take a break, his healing ability was also weakening, and unbearable pain came from his whole body. He was like a doll with riddled holes, and the cotton wool was exposed through the broken scar.

  Fortunately, Lorenzo couldn't cry anymore, but he looked numb, looking at the light falling from the cracks above his head.

  It seems that he has never been a strong person. What is strong is only the secret blood. Now the connection is broken, the solid shell is also stripped, revealing the weak self.

  Lorenzo sometimes wants to stay here forever, letting his thoughts interrupt and escape, but his body can't help but move, continue to crawl among the ruins, trying to escape this terrible place.

  He wants to live, he must live anyway, live happily.

  Although Lorenzo didn't want to do this, he was burdened with the expectations of his friends, which was both a blessing and a curse.

   "It's cruel."

   Lorenzo muttered to himself, crawling out of the ruins of the still temple, and placed in another larger ruin.

  The distorted flesh and blood will now turn into gray withered branches, just like a weathered sculpture, as the breeze blows, it lifts up bursts of grit-filled dust.

   With a single foot step, these dry remains can be trampled off and turned into fine powder. They rise like white smoke, like the soul that rises into the dome after the body is broken.

The Temple of Stagnation was buried in the dark underground, and the Cathedral of Saint Nalo was destroyed. The glory of the past is no longer. Only the ruined ruins are left. There are still some unextinguished sparks burning, but it is almost close. Extinguished appearance.

  Lorenzo looked into the distance, and the distance was in a kind of psychedelic fog. Fortunately, Lorenzo no longer heard the roar of the monster, and there was no shouting of fighting.

  It seems that at the moment when the [Final Echoes] is released, the dark fate has been completely ended, everything has been judged, and a new dawn is imminent.

   "Huh... is it over?"

   Seeing everything in front of him, Lorenzo felt that everything was over, feeling lost.

  I looked around at the Cathedral of Saint Nalo, the faint sound of collapse sounded from time to time, and the sacred faith collapsed together.

  Lorenzo has thought about such a thing. With the advancement of modern technology, it will be a matter of time before the ignorant belief is abandoned in the new era. It is only a matter of time and in what way.

  He thought, now is the time to give up.

  "If the so-called Holy Spirit really exists and keeps watching this land, then I think you can finally rest in peace."

  Lorenzo muttered to himself, speaking to those invisible and unknowable beings.

  This is a sacred land. All those who are named saints are finally buried here. If their souls have not returned to heaven, they must be wandering here, watching the changes of the times.

   "The Unspeakable has been [exiled], the Evangelical Church, the Demon Hunter Group... Our mission has been completed, and we will step off the stage with dignity."

The clear voice echoed, the morning breeze hit, endless, white dust wafted up, they almost wrapped Lorenzo, and he raised his head, watching these invisible ghosts rise into the heaven and be swept into the clouds. In the bright gold of the time.

It may be choked by dust. Lorenzo coughed hard and vomited a large amount of blood. He staggered a few steps forward, towards the direction of light, and then he saw one and a half. The figure lying on the ruins has a wide field of vision. He is looking at the city that has been devoured by the disaster.

  Lorenzo walked over and stood beside him, only to see that his lower body had disappeared, and his remaining body was also scarred.

  He is dead, but now he is alive with difficulty, his chest rises and falls slightly, and his breathing is painful and heavy.

   "Are you so afraid of death? Lawrence."

Lorenzo sat down next to Lawrence. This was a good position. The entire wall collapsed, exposing everything in the Seven Hills to the eyes, and at the end of that distant world, there was a golden glow. The light came up, it was so bright that Lorenzo could not open his eyes.

   "Of course, I am actually very scared of death, terribly scared."

  Lawrence’s voice was hoarse and painful, Lorenzo could think of what he had gone through. At the end of the fight, there was a body that remained outside the battlefield that did not die and became Lawrence’s last resort.

But this is only a short-term reliance. This body is dying, the warm blood is almost drained, and as the Unspeakable is [exiled], Lawrence loses the source of power and is almost completely corrupted by darkness. Consciousness is gradually falling into collapse.

   "When I think of the darkness and nothingness after death, I'm afraid to cry." Lawrence did not go to see Lorenzo, but stared at the light of the distant world.

   smiled, he asked, "Are you surprised?"

  Lorenzo nodded and remained silent.

  "But, Lorenzo, when I saw such a beautiful sunrise, I felt that death was nothing. If I witnessed the warmth with my own eyes, the price is death, I think such a deal is very cost-effective."

  He sighed long.

   "Because of the cold of death, the temperature of life is so hot."

  Lorenzo thought of something. He took out the smashed cigarette case from his arms and shook it. There were just two left in it.

  "Do you want one?"

  Lorenzo said as he picked up a cigarette with a black thread, handed it to Lawrence’s mouth, mobilized the only remaining blood, and ignited it.

   Lawrence did not refuse, breathing heavily, and then said quietly.

   "Sure enough, my prediction was correct. This is my home, this golden sky."

  Hoarse laughter sounded, Lawrence coughed a few times, and his breath became more wilted, like a decayed and decayed tree.

   "What will you do next? Lorenzo."

   Hearing Lawrence’s question, Lorenzo thought about it seriously, and spit out a large amount of thick smoke, his face hidden in it, and slowly said.

"go home."

"go home?"

  He tasted the word carefully, and sighed.

   "Sounds really good."

  Lawrence stretched out his hand and gently stroked the broken sculpture on the ruins, "Fortunately, my home is here, no need to go anywhere."

  Lorenzo said no more, stood up, dangling cigarettes, and looked at the brilliant gold of the distant sky.

  Lawrence also saw something and asked softly.

   "Are you leaving? Lorenzo."

   "Well, my friend came to pick me up."

   "This way..."

  Lawrence took off the mask with great effort, revealing a **** face. He squinted his eyes and stared at the endless light. Now he finally doesn't need this mask anymore.

He may be thinking about parting words, or he may be simply dying, and his consciousness has fallen into a blur, but Lorenzo is not in a hurry. He waits patiently. As the last connection between himself and the old age, he is willing to help Lawrence took so much more patience.

"So…"

  His voice is like the sound of wind coming from a dark and distorted cave, with a bleak and unknown story.

   "Goodbye, Lorenzo Holmos."

   "Goodbye, Master."

  The two voices are very calm and sincere, just like an ancient ceremony, where the old and the new overlap again.

  Lorenzo dropped the cigarette **** and glanced at Lawrence for the last time. He took the **** mask, stepped on the broken bricks, and walked **** the ruins and left.

  Lawrence stared at Lorenzo's back. He passed the ruins, walked past withered corpses one after another, headed for the golden morning light, and headed for a new era.

  You can see the Sailing Dawn diving from the clouds. Now it is coming with the golden dawn, embracing all the pain in its arms.

  Lawrence finally lost all his strength. He fell on the ruins, looking at the darkness dispelled by the light, filled with satisfaction that he had never had before.

   "I think... what I am doing now is the best and best thing I have ever done in my life, and what I will get is the most peaceful and peaceful rest I have ever had in my life."

  Lawrence heard bursts of laughter from the children.

A sincere smile appeared on the terrifying face, and he closed his eyes peacefully, his face turned pale, like a weathered and collapsed sculpture, turned into fine dust, and disappeared little by little in the golden morning breeze. .

  Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil.

  The night is gone, and the dawn has arrived.

  (End of this chapter)