Ember Gun

  Chapter 299 Boundary

  The dark room was quiet and solemn, only the heavy breathing and the small sound of the pen rubbing against the paper echoed here.

Shermans didn’t notice either. The fine beads of sweat had covered his forehead. As he thought, he seemed to get closer to the truth. He recorded what he thought in his mind on this heavy note. everything.

   "Where did this plague called the demon come from, when did it arise, we have killed so many, why haven't we found a ‘pure’ demon yet.”

Fear and ecstasy coexisted in his heart. Shermans felt as if he was younger, and his thoughts continued to rise quickly as he thought about his own thoughts. He even said that all of what he felt just now had transformed the human perception of demons. The advancement went so far.

   Then he remembered something again, put down the pen, and flipped the note to the front.

  The notes recorded a lot of things. Although most of them were Shermans' research on theology, as a member of the cardinal, although he could not point fingers at the Demon Slayer, he could still understand some general internal information.

  He looked at his own handwriting and pieced together an almost terrible truth from the broken information.

   "In this world, is it true that our hunting sect has the power to fight against demons?"

The elderly body trembled uncontrollably. Shermans picked up the water glass and took a sip. His eyes were full of horror, and then he looked around, as if something weird was hiding in the corner. Staring at him intently.

  But in fact, he is the only one here, alone.

  He continued to write, but as he wrote, he could feel a blazing heat rising in his body.

  It was a kind of fearful mania. It was obvious that nothing happened, but the blood began to accelerate, the pupils of the eyes were slightly enlarged, and the heart was beating violently, which brought a burden to this old body.

"No, this is not right... With the terrible erosion of demons, this will be a plague even more terrifying than the Black Death, but in these thousands of years of war, we can actually survive this plague, and even say Build such a magnificent kingdom.

This is not right. According to the theory of the spreading power of demons, even when the gospel church is the most powerful, it will not be able to contain the ravages of demons. They will only grow more and more. If one kills one, there are two more. The next demon hunter will give birth to a more terrifying one! "

  The body became heavier, as if a black tide overflowed over his body, the strange sea water was extremely thick, like countless hands implicating him.

A little bit of blood dripped from the tip of his nose and stained the paper red. Shermans didn't realize this at all. He continued to write. The black ink and the red blood mixed together, leaving a red and black track along the paper. The texture of the spread, like countless waving dry branches.

  "This world is not right. Even if the number of the Demon Hunter Group is expanded tenfold a hundredfold, under this raging plague, the pollution of demons cannot be curbed.

  According to this, except for a few magnificent cities, most of this world should have been swallowed by demons, not what it looks like now. "

The body is getting heavier and heavier, but Shermans’ pen writing is getting faster and faster. He can feel it, as if something rotten and sticky has caught him. They are entangled in his body, trying to take himself Pressed under the darkness.

Shermans even felt that he could see the terrifying and terrifying faces as long as he looked away, but he didn't look at it. He kept his eyes fixed on the paper in front of him, dyeing himself with that. The ink of blood continued to write.

"But we survived, and the influence of demons on this world is getting smaller and smaller. It even disappeared, steam engines that changed the world appeared, and kingdoms established one after another... We have a firm foothold in this plague, but it is not us. I did it myself..."

  The pen tip paused, staying for a long time, leaving a dark hole. Shermans stared at the hole as if there was something behind it.

  After a while, he smiled in horror.

"Isn’t this problem simple? Just reverse it. We survived. In addition to the Demon Hunting Order, in this vast world, there must be some kind of power, an unknown power. The main force to contain demons."

This is the truth that can destroy the cognition of the gospel church, but it was written so easily by Shermans today. In fact, he could not believe it. If he had not seen too many things, his Faith might just collapse.

  But this is the only reasonable explanation. Shermans would not believe that the demons would kill each other, so it was so humane that they survived, they were the incarnation of madness.

  He was breathing heavily, wishing to pour all the air in the house into his lungs. Shermans needed to calm down, so that he could continue to write.

  With a smile on his dry face like dead wood, it is more of ecstasy of realizing the truth. He has discovered a loophole in history, which may help to find out the nature of the monster.

  But this kind of ecstasy didn't last long, Shermans' eyes cooled down, and he put his hand into his arms, stroking the delicate flintlock, which would bring him a lot of security.

  Shermans is not an outstanding person, except for the piety and fanaticism of faith, he is actually a very mediocre guy, and even said that he is still a little "unmotivated."

No desire for power, and no sense of wealth. If it weren’t because he knew what Senj Lottel was ignorant about, he wouldn’t have come with Miguel. If Senj Lottel didn’t have that weird power, Shermans didn't mind him becoming the pope at all.

He didn't know who the new pope was, but Shermans knew very well that there were forbidden powers hidden under that iron face. The unknown and weird thing was wearing the pope's sacred crown. This is Sherman. Sri Lanka absolutely does not allow it.

  "Where are those people? But those who are more intelligent than me?"

  Shermans asked himself in the notes.

Everyone who can leave a name in history was an absolutely outstanding wizard in that era, and there are many such people in the history of the Evangelical Church. Because of their efforts, the Evangelical Church gradually ruled the entire Western world and set off The sacred crusade.

  "They are far smarter and stronger than me. Then Shermans can find these historical loopholes. How could they not notice these?"

Yes, this is the problem. The evangelical church has such a long history and there have been many peerless people. It stands to reason that these problems that Shermans has just discovered should have been discovered, but the books of the evangelical church are not. Recording these is like being deliberately concealed.

   "Still, they found it, but for some reason they didn’t want to tell the posterity, or... they didn’t have the opportunity to tell the posterity."

  Shermans stopped writing, he was a little afraid to continue writing, as if continuing to write, some terrible expectation would become a reality.

He can feel, always feel, an invisible boundary, an ideological boundary, a cognitive boundary, an unknown boundary. It has always existed, exists on everyone’s mind, and imprisons the human will. .

  Shermans can be sure that he didn't think of this suddenly because of a burst of inspiration, but a certain **** disappeared at this moment, so he could slightly peek at the forbidden knowledge and the concealed truth.

  Why is it this time, why can I think of this at this time? Isn't that kind of unknown power afraid of passing it on?

  Sweat dripped onto the paper, smudging the un-dried handwriting.

Shermans suddenly understood. He slowly raised his head and looked at the dark part of the room in front of him. Shermans couldn't see it, but he was sure that it was there, and he didn't know it. His expression, staring at himself quietly.

   "I'm going to die, right?"

  Shermans asked the darkness of nothingness.

  This is the only answer. He is dying, and the dead cannot tell these stories. This is why these obvious loopholes have not been noticed so far. Those who knew are dead.

  A yin-iron curtain shrouds the world, and anyone who exceeds his cognition will usher in the same ending.

Shermans doesn’t know who they are and doesn’t seem to have a chance to know, but what is certain is that they are related to demons and the truth of this world. He is so close to all of this, and he knows it. I can't go deep into it anymore.

  Slowly closing the notes, Shermans calmly took out the flintlock that was abandoned by the times. Although it has been baptized by the years, it can still be used, and it will always be in a state where it can be fired.

  This is Shermans’ only weapon. He can die, but he will die like a saint.

Shermans tremblingly raised the flintlock, pointed at the dim darkness, the cold feeling was still there, he knew that thing was still looking at him, that ghost-like guy, maybe it would suddenly happen in the next second Launch an attack and kill yourself in an unknown way.

  The ghost of the void did not launch an attack for a long time. After a long stalemate, a vague laugh suddenly sounded. The strange feeling disappeared in the next moment, and the thing left.

   Shermans still held the gun. He couldn't believe it, but before he was happy, he swallowed it with a deeper despair.

  Behind the darkness there is light, pure white and hot light.

  No, I was destined to die, but it was not the weird thing that I did.

  The demon hunter walked out of the darkness, holding the nail sword in his hand, and also at this moment a scream of screams sounded from the window, and countless demon hunters invaded the manor and started killing.

  (End of this chapter)