Ember Gun

  Chapter 139 Rebuke

   "This is what I know... everything about Holy Night."

  In the long tunnel, Lorenzo leaned on the mottled car of the steam subway, and Merlin and Arthur were opposite him.

The faint smoke in the spit, they rose and dissipated in the muddy air, and seemed to have a sore throat. Lorenzo coughed vigorously, and dropped the cigarette **** in his hand, unknowingly it was already at his feet. Three or four piled up.

   "It's been a long night."

  Merlin broke the deathly silence. She didn't know whether she was happy or sad, so she could only sigh helplessly from the perspective of the audience.

   "Yes, it's so long, sometimes I still feel that the night of the Holy Prophet is not over, and its aftermath is still disturbing the whole world."

  Lorenzo sighed lightly, recalling those memories is really not a good thing.

   "But I also have to thank the Night of the Holy Prophet. Although I am only a guard, I am guarding the Cathedral of San Nalo after all. We Medanzo demon hunters can still know a lot of secret news."

  "For example, the militarization of monsters promoted by greed. Once it succeeds, it will start a new war. I am afraid that more people will die than on the night of Holy Prophet."

  At this, Arthur nodded, his voice a little helpless.

"This is the current situation. In wars hundreds of years ago, we only need to look at who has more people, who has sharp swords, and who has stronger horses. But now is different. Times is advancing. We used swords and shields in the last war. , The next war may be a sky full of cannonballs."

   "Everyone is restrained and maintains a delicate balance."

Merlin nodded stiffly. As the only remaining alchemist, his brain is basically occupied by that forbidden knowledge. He doesn't know much about the current political situation, and there seems to be nothing else to do besides nodding. .

"Then, Mr. Holmes, as a demon hunter, do you think there is any way to defeat Master Lawrence? You should also feel it. That kind of erosion. Ordinary soldiers are just dying in battle, even saying you I can't resist that power either."

   Merlin asked, the primary goal now is to capture the Imam Lawrence. With the mystery of that imam, maybe he can really set off another holy night in Old Dunling.

"I am not sure……"

  Lorenzo said blankly.

"Master Lawrence is right. I am his shadow. All the demon hunters are his shadow. Whether it is the use of power or the means of killing demons, we are all taught by him. He is Teacher to all of us."

   "Not to mention that my student is not very good."

Master Lawrence, the only demon hunter among the bishops of the Gospel Church, no one knows what he did to put on the blood red robe, and no one knows how long he lived, even if it was the night of battle. , Master Lawrence did not use all his strength.

  He is terrible, more terrible than any monster that Lorenzo has encountered. Master Lawrence knows everything about the demon hunter, and he is the demon hunter who hunts the demon hunter.

  "It’s really troublesome...Speaking of Mr. Holmes, are you interested in helping with a scientific research project? If that project is successful, maybe we can have a chance of winning against Dean Lawrence."

   Merlin suddenly proposed.

   "What do you mean?"

  Lorenzo looked at the alchemist, his empty eyes always made Lorenzo shudder.

  Melin smiled with stiff cheeks.

   "Emerging technology, this is a new era, Mr. Holmes, it is no longer what, as long as the supreme chivalry spirit can win the war.

  It is science and technology, military technology, and the ever-expanding military technology that dominate the battlefield. "

  Like that war airship, train artillery, new-style firearms, and even...original sin armor.

  This technology is like a demon, but this Pandora’s Box originated from the humans themselves, the brains of those scholars.

   "Then, you think about it first, and then let us go out of this ghost place, okay?"

  Melin looked at the lonely tunnel, and the dust was flying like a tomb of some kind of creature.

  ……

  In life, there will always be many things similar to the archive point. As long as you come back here, you will feel like you have changed your mind and become a new person.

The definition of this kind of save point is very subtle. If you quantify it, then after you save the point, all your values ​​will return to the optimal value, and the form of the save point is mostly different, meaning to many people Also different.

  For example, some people will be refreshed after drinking a cup of coffee, while others will have a good night's sleep or eat a big meal.

  For Lorenzo, there are also many archive points, but this is the most commonly used one.

  I opened my eyes, and the ceiling above my head was covered with various posters, most of which were restaurant propaganda, and some weird meals were listed on it.

  Hurrying horseshoes came from the dim window, and as the night fell, the candlelight like the sea rose.

  After leaving the underground, Lorenzo returned to 121A Cork Street after hurriedly bidding farewell to Arthur. He may have not slept in his bed for many days. Lorenzo fell asleep as soon as he lay on it, and did not wake up until sunset.

  Merlin didn’t know what weapons project he was working on, but Lorenzo agreed to fight in order to fight Master Lawrence. After all, this is no longer his own war, but the entire eradication agency’s war against Master Lawrence.

  The entire cleaning mechanism has been operating at high speed, and the dusty maintenance channels have been opened one by one, and the workers have dived to check whether there is still a breeding ground for monsters hidden in the huge underground maze.

  The location of the inner city has been completely under martial law, and heavily armed soldiers are patrolling day and night.

  Lorenzo was nestled in the corner of the bed. There was no trace of light in the room. Quietly, he stared at the dark place blankly and didn't know what he was thinking.

  Ms. Van Lud was still asleep when she came back. It seemed that she was indeed older, which made it easy for Lorenzo to not have to explain where she went these days.

  My roommate is not at home, and I don’t know whether to go back to work or do something else.

Everyone has their own life, just like parallel lines. You may be able to see them, but there will not be any intersection with them. Their lives are just ordinary theaters of life. You only need to worry about firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea every day. , And Lorenzo's life is a war thriller, you can go to accompany those demon hunters who died prematurely with a little carelessness.

  Everyone happily soaks in the magma and talks about jokes. Maybe you can still meet the monsters in hell, slash the monsters happily, and continue the frontier... Of course, the premise is that there really is the so-called after-death world.

  Think about it carefully. In fact, this is pretty good. Intersections with people like Lorenzo will not end well. After all, not everyone has the courage to face demons.

Reaching out to the bed, Lorenzo's cold touch relieved Lorenzo a lot. The first thing Lorenzo did when he got home was to prepare the weapon. The sacred silver-plated sword was placed on the head of the bed, and the ammunition was full of Winches. Specially inserted on the other side, he didn't want to use the knife next time he encountered a monster.

Bringing the familiar Winchester over, Lorenzo leaned against the wall in the dark, gently stroking the gun body, slightly feeling the dent in the handwriting with his fingers, and Lorenzo had already memorized the text on it. , It doesn’t matter if you don’t see it.

   "Don't walk gently into that good night."

  Lorenzo whispered softly.

  Medanzo’s favorite poem, for which he also carved it on this love gun.

  He also said that this is a poem that curses death.

   is really arrogant, I don’t know if it is admiration or ignorance, but he is cursing the doomed death, just like a madman wielding a sword in the sky.

  K Lorenzo had a new feeling at this moment, his gray-blue eyes were shining, and he seemed to understand the final fury.

  Yes, don’t be gentle to accept the arrival of death, even if the **** of death knocks on the door, you should give it a shot through the door, and it should roar and burn.

   "Rebuke, rebuke the disappearance of light."

  He whispered.

  (End of this chapter)