Ember Gun

  Chapter 173 Assassination of the Devil

  All the known common sense has been eliminated, and the world of common sense has completely collapsed.

  Lorenzo felt that he was in constant free fall, smashing one world after another, from the streets of the old town to the boundless ocean, until everything fell into weird darkness.

  This is the spiritual world, derived from the struggle between two consciousnesses.

  Furious veiled Lorenzo’s thinking. How could the metal blade shatter a consciousness? Not to mention that everything now is built on a spiritual foundation.

  Lorenzo let out an angry growl, he was just so close, just so close that he could completely kill Master Lawrence.

   poured out all the resentment, but then he calmed down and carefully observed the darkness in front of him.

  Be sane, stay sane.

  After the rage, he became sober and fearful. Now his consciousness is entangled with the consciousness of Master Lawrence. While he is influencing Master Lawrence, Master Lawrence is also affecting him.

   "Watson!"

  Lorenzo called, he had no idea about the battle in [Gap], and now he could only pin his hopes on the weird pseudo-Holy Grail.

  There was no response, only Lorenzo’s own voice echoed in the darkness, as if at the bottom of a deep well, no one paid any attention to his existence.

   "Watson!"

  Lorenzo roared again.

  He made a deal with Watson, and she would assist Lorenzo in killing Master Lawrence, but now she no longer responds to Lorenzo’s call.

   looked at the darkness somewhat blankly, no one answered, just like a child crying to himself, no one cared.

After a long silence, Lorenzo sneered.

  Sure enough, this kind of ghost is unbelievable!

  Lorenzo was upset, but then the damned metaphor came up in his mind again.

  Perhaps Watson is still abiding by the agreement, but from her point of view, the agreement is a bit special.

  Yes, in Watson’s metaphor, she is a human being, and she is just a poor ant. How can a humble ant see the human landscape?

  The fine sound echoed in the ear, as if there were hundreds of snakes swimming, the cold scales rubbed against each other, making a slight but cold sound.

  Lorenzo didn’t even know how long it had been here after losing any objects that could be referred to. It might have been a few days, but it might have only been a few minutes. The human will was fragile in the absolute darkness.

  Perhaps people who have undergone a frontal lobe resection are facing this kind of world.

  Nothing can go out, no one can come in, only desperate crying, echoing in this weird darkness.

  No way...not so.

  Lorenzo seemed to realize something. He looked into the darkness, and his confused eyes began to harden, like a stubborn stone.

  "This is the spiritual world."

  He emphasized, his voice was thunderous.

  Therefore, a crack appeared in the darkness, which glowed with light, and then completely collapsed.

  Behind the dark curtain was the familiar Master Lawrence, who watched Lorenzo gently clapped his hands.

   "You learn fast, boy."

It’s still the battlefield of the wilderness, but it’s like going back in time. The traces left by the previous battle are gone. It’s the same as Lorenzo’s [gap]. No matter how it is destroyed, when Lorenzo returns again, he will still There is a **** bench standing on the deserted ice field.

This time Lorenzo no longer had the anger he had before. He looked at Master Lawrence calmly. As he said, this is the spiritual world. The common sense of the real world is not universal here. What can really dominate is the will. The strengths and weaknesses.

  It was the trap of Master Lawrence just now. If you didn’t realize it, you would fall into the deep darkness, just like the erosion in your dream, a little bit as a puppet of a demon.

   "So...is this kind of thing just a display?"

  Looking at his pocket knife, it was still stained with blood. It seemed that Lorenzo's previous fights were all powerless attacks.

   "No, you did hurt me. At this moment, we are the manifestation of will. Killing each other is equivalent to real death."

  Master Lawrence said slowly.

  "You learned very fast. When I tried [Gap] for the first time, I was much more embarrassed than you."

  Lorenzo squeezed the pocket knife, he hesitated.

  He didn’t know the truth or falsehood of Master Lawrence’s words, this old thing was weird.

  "We are the masters of this spiritual world, just like clay, we can plasticize it into different shapes at will."

  Master Lawrence waved his hand, so the dense red clouds were cleared, and there was nothing beside the bright red sun.

  Lorenzo remembers this. Medanzo once explained to him that when they have the power of [Gap], all of this will follow their thoughts.

   "If this is the case, it would be interesting."

  Lorenzo replied, he squeezed his hand violently, and the whole ground began to collapse, and the solid rock turned up from under the surface, forming a cage like a stone forest with staggered spears.

"Yes, exactly."

  Master Lawrence smiled and nodded, not caring about the rocks that gradually wrapped him.

  It seems that Lorenzo really doesn't understand the composition of this world. This is the spiritual world, the world of [Gap]... Master Lawrence’s [Gap].

This is his home court. He has always held the initiative, but he has been showing weakness. Just like Lorenzo said, Lorenzo can find him while the Master Lawrence is eroding Lorenzo, and at this moment Lawrence can find him. The headmaster is also infinitely close to Lorenzo, he is gradually eroding Lorenzo, and he doesn't even notice it.

  Folding knives flew away. It is not so much that the weapon caused the damage, it is more that the two wills are fighting each other.

  At the moment when he was about to contact, Master Lawrence suddenly violent.

  The rock shattered and the dust rose, and then the folding knife missed by the nail sword hit Lorenzo's chest directly.

  The sturdy armor resisted the advancement of the sword tip, but soon Master Lawrence deflected the sword's edge, folded along the lines of the armor into the gap, and penetrated Lorenzo.

  The erosion began.

  Using that nail sword as a medium, a strange madness arose in Lorenzo's mind. The memories of the past began to flash in the field of vision, overlapping continuously, and finally the huge amount of information almost tore Lorenzo's mind.

  This is the battle between wills, everything before is the temptation of Master Lawrence.

   Then a painful sense of familiarity emerged, just like when Lorenzo killed Horner.

  This is a way of dying the will, but it is Lorenzo who is dying now.

  "My child, you have too much to learn, but unfortunately there is no chance."

  Master Lawrence’s voice echoed in his ears. He had prepared for all of this for too long. He didn’t know how long before he knew the power of [Gap], but only really used it today.

I am like a leaf in a torrent, constantly tumbling, being crushed and recast by nameless power. The name "Lorenzo Holmes is about to fade away in the violent erosion, exhausting my last strength," Lorenzo shouted with the only reason.

   "Watson!"

   whispered the name of the demon, so she should be summoned.

  At this moment, the two wills have been completely entangled. Master Lawrence caught Lorenzo. On the contrary, Lorenzo also caught him... Watson caught him.

   So Master Lawrence was horrified to see the arm extending along Lorenzo’s wound.

  The white and slender arms were still stained with a little blood, and then she pulled them vigorously, just like a pregnant fetus, coming out of the mother's body.

  She tore Lorenzo's chest.

What a blasphemous scene, like a cryptic parasite, the woman's half body stretched out from Lorenzo's split body, she held the nail sword firmly, and the other Only one hand supported Master Lawrence's cheek.

  In any case, Master Lawrence would not have thought that Lorenzo's will was mixed with such weird things. She was the seasoned predator, who only waited for the most critical moment to attack and assassinate.

  She gently stroked, and Master Lawrence couldn't help but stare at that delicate face. On that delicate face, the familiar face flew by, and all the appearances that he remembered in his mind flashed on it one by one.

   is strange.

  Master Lawrence calmed down instead, he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, just like where he had seen this woman.

   Immediately there was a peace that had never been seen before, and it seemed that it was not bad to die like this at this moment.

  In the eyes of the woman, he saw his old self, like overlapping mirrors extending all the way, Watson's gaze penetrated his vision, and he pursued it all the way along the [Gap].

  The hand went all the way down, weirdly blending into his body...or in the will, she slowly held the beating heart, a little bit tight.

In the faraway port of Rendona, the epidemic doctor seemed to feel something. He looked to the other side of the cabin. Master Lawrence was sitting quietly on a chair. The chair was surrounded by red candles and wax. The oil flows along the lines that have been carved long ago, just like some mysterious and mysterious sacrifice.

This is another mysterious alchemy matrix. Unlike the "winter day" that maintains the suppression, the effect of this alchemy matrix is ​​to increase the range of the [gap] shuttle. The scientific point is to increase the signal coverage area so that Master Lawrence can even be here. Can also touch the old Dunling.

  The old man on the chair started to twitch slightly, and the epidemic doctor walked over with some curiosity. In his impression, Master Lawrence [Gap] had never performed like this before.

  But then his pace stopped. It was a kind of intuition that was difficult to explain clearly. It seemed that something was coming. Some kind of indescribable monster arrived here...with the body of Master Lawrence as the medium.

  The Epidemic Doctor felt a chill from his heart, and then he saw blood dripping, and blood was slowly pouring out from the closed eyes of Master Lawrence.

  (End of this chapter)