Ember Gun

  Chapter 566 Requiem

  【Gap】.

  The spiritual world of life, the dwelling place of the soul, the unsolved form of existence.

  Lorenzo stepped into the rift. The inside was narrow and crowded. Except for the road under his feet, he couldn't see anything else. Some were just pure darkness and his consciousness was blocked. He couldn't shuttle freely at all.

  This black wall is not only a barrier to prevent the invasion, but also a cage for imprisoning monsters. The movement is constantly blocked, and it seems to be imprisoned together with the invader Lorenzo.

  This journey is so long. Lorenzo is constantly advancing in the narrow darkness. There is nothing but the monotonous darkness. In the silence, Lorenzo’s perception of time is slowly blurring.

  He didn't know how long he had been walking, he only knew that he was repeating his steps, continuing to move forward, his cognition collapsed little by little, and even Lorenzo was about to forget his original purpose.

The sound of fragmentation sounded around, the walls on both sides began to move closer, the cracks became more and more crowded, it seemed to be merging, this was the first time the outside world gave Lorenzo feedback during the long journey, and lost eyes appeared. A little luster.

  The long silence made people crazy. This sudden change made Lorenzo ecstatic, and his schedule was not useless.

   Speeding up the pace, Lorenzo ran swiftly, and as he deepened, the darkness gradually shattered. He could see more details. It was also at this time that the complex wailing sound sounded, as if thousands of people were crying bitterly.

The eternal silence was broken, and the howling sound was enough to destroy people’s minds in an instant. Weeping, wailing, screaming, and even the crying of babies, the voices were pulled into slender and sharp, overlapping together, in Lorenzo’s ears. Burst and roar.

The dance of death was also played together. The rising fireworks surged from the walls that were constantly closing on both sides. Amidst the blazing whiteness, Lorenzo could see the creeping on the surface of the wall, as well as the crazy screams. Distinguished the sound of rubble collapse.

  Suddenly countless arms pierced from the walls on both sides, dry and rotten arms stretched out, swaying like lush seaweed, sharp nails tried to scratch Lorenzo, ripped the flesh and blood, gushing blood.

  This is the spiritual world, but the pain is so real, as if Lorenzo is in another reality.

They tried to hold Lorenzo and drag him into the wall, blending with these strange abominations. At the base of their arms, you could see one after another hideous heads. They opened their mouths greedily, and their eye sockets rose. From the blazing fire.

  Vague babbles rang out from their mouths, as if they were calling some unspeakable name.

  The noisy roar and the whisper are intertwined, like a prelude to the doomsday.

Lorenzo continued to move forward. He could see a little light emerging from the end of the fissure. He finally saw the end, and the walls on both sides were closing more quickly. Behind Lorenzo, the arms were tight to each other. Holding them together, they continued to block the way back, forcing Lorenzo to flee.

Taking a deep breath, he was tense. He grabbed Lorenzo with his arms, but failed to keep him. The sharp nails tore a large piece of flesh and blood from his body. At the same time he felt pain, Lorenzo felt his memory. Missing a corner, his consciousness was torn apart.

  More arms grabbed him, coming in all directions, grabbing Lorenzo's body one by one, entwining his limbs tightly, and his ferocious head whispered frantically in Lorenzo's ear.

  Lorenzo tried to reach out and touch the light at the end of the road, but more arms stretched out, they were intertwined together, covering all the light.

  Everything is dead still again.

In the gray world, the stone walls are carved with reliefs of angels and demons. The collapsed crevasses divide them, but as they close together, the broken images are spliced ​​together again. The ghosts and gods waved their weapons and poured the flames of war. Between heaven and hell.

  Time froze at this moment, fixing the picture at this moment forever.

  Thousands of years ago it was like this, and it will remain the same for thousands of years.

  But nothing is eternal, even in the deep cold and dead silence, there will be a faint flash of fire.

   A slight heartbeat sounded in the silence, and then the heartbeat became more and more violent, sounding like a dense drum, and the silence was disturbed.

  The ghosts and gods on the relief have a hideous face, as if they have a life, and they tremble constantly until a small crack appears on it.

  The crack began to collapse and spread, and it turned into a huge crack in an instant, and there was a beast-like gasp, until a blood-stained arm smashed the barrier.

  Placed both hands on the edge of the fissure and pushed them apart until the **** self was completely out of it.

  Lorenzo walked out of the rift covered in blood, overcoming the obstacles.

  In the darkness of the cracks behind him, those wailing sounds ended with Lorenzo's breakthrough. The voices stopped together, and the waving arms were frozen in the air stiffly, and finally a helpless sigh resounded in the deep darkness.

  The fissures closed, and the broken pictures were put together again. Lorenzo looked at the relief on it. It was so familiar that he never thought that Lorenzo would see it here.

   "The Gate of Heaven."

  Lorenzo looked at this almost endless stone wall, and he had seen the relief on it.

  This is the gate of heaven that separates the Cathedral of Saint Nalo from the Temple of Silence.

He finally walked out of the darkness, and his unlucky consciousness gradually became clear. At this time, looking back at everything he had experienced in the rift, Lorenzo had a strange idea. If he could not get out of the rift, maybe Lorenzo himself would be too. Will be one of those guys, imprisoned in the stone wall forever.

   "Watcher, Blood Secret, End of Sublimation, [Gap]..."

   Lorenzo murmured, combined with the information he had obtained before, he slowly turned around and turned his back to the gate of heaven.

The owners of Might Gabriel will all be on the path to ascendance. Judging from the existing intelligence, these ascendants are very similar to the mysterious Watchers. Lorenzo suspects that the Watchers are actually a group of It was formed by the people of Mighty Gabriel.

  They have almost eternal life. Outside of the mortal's cognition, they watch the world and attack and kill those who dare to cross the border.

   "So, what will their [gap] look like?"

   Lorenzo curiously asked.

  Everyone’s [Gap] is different. It is composed of the most important scene in their memory, which is also mixed with their essence and past.

  Even if Lorenzo could not kill this abominable sea snake... To be precise, Lorenzo would also have a chance to find the secrets of the past in his [Gap].

  Thinking about this, Lorenzo looked at the world behind him.

  The eyes and pupils shrank to a point, and his breathing stopped for an instant, as if his throat was choked by an invisible hand, causing him to suffocate to death.

   "Yes... Behind the gate of heaven, it is here..."

  Lorenzo whispered, staring straight at his [Gap].

  Something unexpected, but after careful consideration, Lorenzo took it all for granted.

  All the weirdness and secrets, they are all the same, and this is his [Gap].

  "Still Temple..."

  Lorenzo looked at this familiar and unfamiliar hall, at a loss.

The solemn statue stood around, one after another huge stone pillars propped up the dome, Lorenzo could hear the prayers coming from a distance, the molten wax oil dripped over the stairs, and the candles on it followed Swaying with Lorenzo's arrival, like a raging sea.

  It is even more prosperous than the Silent Temple in Lorenzo’s memory before the night of the Holy Prophet.

  "This is your memory, the stagnant temple in your memory."

  Lorenzo said to himself.

  Sure enough, his conjecture was correct. He was also a member of the Watchers, and all the Watchers came from the Demon Hunter, and they were all immortal with the power Gabriel.

  This is a legion hidden in the shadow of history.

  Then this place should be the stagnant temple that existed at the time when these watchmen were active hundreds or even thousands of years ago.

  This feeling is quite strange. Lorenzo never imagined that under this situation, he would have crossed the long years in this way and saw the once stagnant temple again.

   "So where are you?"

  Lorenzo asked the void, this is his [gap], so where is he?

Going forward, strolling in this ancient stagnant temple, Lorenzo can see the weapon racks lined up in the corners, which are filled with sharp spikes, robes and armor, and primitive books. Pile up together, filling up the wall.

  The works of art-like sculptures were built on the towering walls, and together they constructed a picture of ghosts and gods fighting together. The gleam of light fell, and the faces that reflected them were also bloody.

   Gradually sounded a melodious hymn. The melody was so familiar that Lorenzo couldn't calm down to listen.

  He has heard such melody in the mouths of many people, such as Lorenzo Medici, Shermans Borgia, Lawrence...

  This is a melody that has never been recorded. It is passed down only by memory. Lorenzo has never heard of it in its entirety, but now all of it is clearly carved into his mind.

The prosperity of the Silent Temple is far beyond Lorenzo’s imagination. Perhaps before the night of the Holy Promenade, it also experienced some other hardships, which made it desolate, but these things are not recorded in the book, but Be forgotten along with history.

   Immediately afterwards, Lorenzo saw the first corpse.

  It was a corpse that fell in the shadows, and the falling light could not illuminate it. Lorenzo walked over, and then saw more similar corpses in the shadows.

  They piled up into mountains, filled with shadows, and seemed to have been dead for a long time. Their bodies were completely dry and entangled together, like withered trees.

  Lorenzo looked at the other shadows, his pace became hurried, and finally ran wildly, he suddenly found that these shadows were full of corpses, some of which were still wearing teaching robes.

  He couldn't understand what was going on, so he could only stop his pace, and then walked towards the core of the still temple, following the chants and prayers.

  If in the later time, the Silent Temple did not undergo any major changes, Lorenzo knew where he was going.

  Watson warned him in the letter.

   "The Well of Sublimation."

  Lorenzo thought, and stepped forward, now that he has no other way out except to move forward.

  The once glorious sculpture collapsed and turned into rubble and dust piled up in the darkness, books were burned by fire, sword blades were broken and stained, and the pictures in the memory gradually disappeared, and finally turned into cold and dead silence.

  Prosperity is no longer, dilapidation will last forever.

  The sound of devout prayers became clearer and louder, as if thousands of people were reciting the gods together.

  Lorenzo stepped a long step, and then he saw it.

  Brilliant light fell from the top of the dome, and the candlelight hung on the stone pillar reflected it, falling into the dimness below, reflecting the gray-white robe.

Lorenzo stood sluggishly on the spot. According to his perception, the [Gap] is empty, and only a lonely soul will remain. He wanders in this empty [Gap] and is tortured, just like Same as William.

But what appeared in front of Lorenzo at this moment was an existence far beyond what was expected. At least hundreds of priests were sitting on the open ground under the long steps. Cover, face hidden in the shadow.

   Standing silently in it like a stone sculpture, if there were no murmured prayers, they would be dead.

  Lorenzo held his breath, and he slowly moved forward. When he passed these priests, he could clearly feel the vitality of these people. They were alive, and this was one living soul after another.

  But as if they couldn't feel Lorenzo's existence, they lowered their heads, murmured mechanically, reciting this prayer that seemed endless.

  "How can this be..."

  Lorenzo whispered.

  He is a little hard to believe, there is not only one soul in this [interval], but hundreds of souls.

   Then he thought of it.

  No...it is possible.

  Lorenzo’s [Gap] is the same, not only he exists alone, there are other souls gathered in his [Gap].

  He is like himself. He is not wandering alone in the [Gap]. He has compatriots in groups.

   "So...Is that so?"

  Lorenzo felt that he had lost all his strength and could no longer step forward. Although he had already guessed in his heart, he was still shocked and shocked when the truth was before his eyes.

  Lorenzo, Him, and them are all of the same origin.

  Looking around, Lorenzo could not describe his mood at the moment.

  In the history that was dated down, in a certain unknown period of the Demon Hunter Group, these demon hunters gathered here, and together they carried out a great sublimation.

  They are them, the wandering spirit with the power Gabriel, the watchmen who guard the fence.

  The forgotten souls gathered here, and together they formed this huge [gap], thus possessing the huge body like a mountain in the seabed.

  Lorenzo stretched out his hand and tried to touch the priest beside him. The priest did not react to Lorenzo's touch.

Gritting his teeth, Lorenzo opened his hood, revealing a faceless face.

  No hair, no mouth, no eyes, no nose, no ears...nothing, some just cold flesh and blood, like touching a dead body.

  Lorenzo turned his head and opened the hood of the other priest, one by one, he opened the hoods of several people one after another.

  Some are the same as before. They are faceless people without faces, some have no eyes or ears, and some only have their mouths... They are still reciting prayers mechanically.

Lorenzo looked at these weird faces, and he suddenly realized that the prayers used here would be extremely loud, but somehow, many people lost their faces and were located in them like sculptures, with only a few people left. Still continuing to recite.

"How is this going?"

  Lorenzo completely forgot the battle with the sea snake, he strayed into the center of the mystery, and now he only wanted to find the answer to all of this.

  Suddenly there was a strange noise, which interrupted the prayer for a short time.

   "The Requiem program is abnormal."

  A priest suddenly raised his head, he only had one mouth left, and said mechanically.

   "Needs correction."

   Another voice sounded, a priest who lost his eyes and ears.

   "Needs correction."

   "Needs correction."

  Dense voices sounded, interrupting the prayer.

  Lorenzo's heart became tense, the other faceless people remained silent, just as if they were dead, and the remaining people talked stiffly as if waking up from a dream.

  The fiery flames overflowed from these people's eyes, and all eyes turned to Lorenzo in the next moment.

Lorenzo's heart fell cold. Although he didn't know what was going on, it was certain that these guys who had not yet become faceless people were all independent consciousness after another. What he faced was not a person, but A forgotten legion.

  With his current ability, Lorenzo doesn't think he has the ability to survive the siege of so many people, maybe this is his burial place.

  He was attentive, preparing for a fierce battle that might break out, but soon, these eyes moved away from Lorenzo.

  The priests raised their heads and looked up at the dome.

  Countless white wings tore apart the teaching robe, they spread their wings and waved their wings to rise into the dome.

  Angels did not fall from the sky, but rose from the abyss.

Lorenzo protected his body, one after another angels ascended into the dome and disappeared from sight. The priest who had not left bowed his head again and prayed. The faceless people still did not respond, as if Lost his life.

   "Someone crossed the fence."

  Lorenzo said to himself.

  He is the residence of the watchers, and this huge [gap] is the residence of these wandering souls. They have been guarding here for thousands of years, monitoring the world, and beheading the lives that have crossed the fence.

   Just now Lorenzo witnessed one of their outings, but all this is so cold, as if these people are all machines.

  No, it should be said that it is machinery.

  It can be seen from the previous battles and Froggy’s words that these watchmen are not wise, they are all mechanically executing orders, just like beasts that rely on instinct to act.

   "What are you praying for?"

  Lorenzo couldn't understand, looking at the priests, he went all the way forward, walked to the center of the crowd, and finally stopped.

   Standing on the edge of the abyss, Lorenzo looked towards the darkness below.

  The Well of Sublimation.

  These priests sit around the well of sublimation, and in their center is the dark well.

  Watson said that this was the root of everything. Although the well of sublimation in his eyes was just a manifestation of the illusion of [Gap], there was still an uneasy voice in Lorenzo's heart, which urged Lorenzo to jump into it.

  Although it is illusory, Lorenzo still feels unspeakable anxiety in the darkness, as if this dark well leads to where, and where is a place that mortals can never touch.

  "They were praying and silent, humming a lullaby."

  A voice sounded, answering Lorenzo's words.

Suddenly a voice answered Lorenzo’s question in this treacherous place. This was not a comfortable scene. Lorenzo backed away abruptly. If he wasn’t still alert, he would almost move forward. The attack passed.

  Only saw a priest standing on the other side of the well of sublimation, his body was completely hidden in the shadow by the gray robe, Lorenzo could not see his face clearly.

   "Lullaby?"

  At this time, Lorenzo felt a little strange when he heard such words, but then he thought of something.

   Requiem program.

  These priests are not only praying, it seems that this prayer is still a kind of ballad, they are singing a lullaby...

  The more he thinks, the more Lorenzo fears.

  So who are these terrifying and powerful watchmen humming for? Who are they sleeping?

  Thinking about this, Lorenzo's gaze involuntarily moved down. He looked at the dark wellhead under him, and it seemed to have turned into a dark vortex in a daze, attracting Lorenzo's eyes and mind...

"what!"

  Lorenzo exclaimed and fell backward.

  He thinks that his willpower is already pretty good, but facing this false well of sublimation, he almost took that step and fell into the dark well.

  The priest also moved slowly at this time. It seemed that he was the only one with self-consciousness among these people, or a sober person.

   "Jesia, have you even left?"

  He walked up to a priest, opened her hood, revealing a faceless face.

   "Leave? What do you mean? Is she... dead?"

  Lorenzo slowly stood up and looked at the sad man.

  At this time, Lorenzo somewhat understood the fanaticism of those scholars, and the truth of the world was close at hand, even if the place was perilous, Lorenzo wanted to know more before he died.

   "She is not dead, just lost."

  The man stretched out his hand and rubbed the woman's face lightly. It was bare, with nothing, without the flesh of a living person, just like a cold corpse.

   "Eternal life, day after day fighting, no matter how strong the will will sink and lose."

  The man retracted his hand and looked at the friends around him.

   "They are lost, they have lost themselves, not even beasts."

Listening to his words, Lorenzo looked at the other faceless people. They occupied the majority of the priests. In other words, during these long years, most of the watchmen had lost themselves and became lifeless. Of flesh and blood.

  So the watchmen are also withering, they are constantly decreasing, until the day when they are completely dead.

  Lorenzo looked at the Well of Sublimation in a ghostly manner.

  So, of course, what will happen after the death of the Watcher?

  Suddenly Lorenzo saw the darkness creeping, and crimson cracks appeared in it, and then completely split, revealing pale pupils, thousands of them, staring at him.

  For an instant, Lorenzo felt a sense of disgust from the depths of his soul, extreme nausea and stench, as if all the sins in the world were gathered in the darkness, and the enemies who were spurned by the gods breed and raged in it.

   "What is there in the well of sublimation?"

  Lorenzo gasped, he realized that it was the fence, and the priests were watching what was in the well.

   "The enemy."

  The man replied, and then he lowered his body and picked up her saber from "Jesia".

  A rusty nail sword.

   "Then who are you?"

  Lorenzo asked again. Like the man, he picked up the spiked sword placed on the ground and held it firmly.

  The man looked at Lorenzo, his eyes were dull, as if they had lost their luster a long time ago.

He says.

   "Adren Levien."

  The rusty spike sword dilated in the pupils of the eyes, as swift as a flashing thunder.

  When Lorenzo tried to raise the nail sword to block him, a bright red wound had opened on his cheek, which was cut from his forehead and cut along the bridge of his nose.

  Adelen strode forward with solemn expression.

   "You shouldn't have come here, boy."

  ……

  The roaring ocean wave is beating against the glacier, it is collapsing, turning into broken ice floes and dispersing.

The pioneer leaned on his spear. He looked at the sea in the distance. The sea snake stood in stalemate. The Chenhui Advance rushed towards here with full power. At this moment, it seems that nothing can stop it, whether it is sea water or hard. The ice, all shattered under the strong collision angle.

   "You are back, too, Adren."

  The pioneer slowly moved his gaze to his feet. He looked at the snow-covered ice surface, his gaze seemed to pass through the obstacle, staring at the twisted flesh and blood in the deep sea.

   "This can't work..."

  The pioneer said to himself.

   There was blood dripping over his feet, he turned around, and the stench of blood rushed toward his face.

  One after another broken corpses fell in the snow, and the blood seemed to be endless, staining the ground around them bright red. Some corpses were still squirming, and huge wings flapped weakly.

   His head fell to the side, and his pupils stared at the Pioneer dullly, without emotion at all.

   "My fellow citizens, it's time to end this dark destiny."

  The pioneer said, walking towards the undead angel and piercing his spear.

  The wings vibrated, and the sharp wings tried to slash the pioneer, but the cold spear was faster than it and easily penetrated its heart.

  The angel was still trying to struggle, pulling the body out of the piercing spear, but soon, its blood vessels turned gray-black, spreading to the whole body like a spreading toxin, and finally lost its vitality.

   drew his spear, the pioneer looked at all this coldly, as if he was waiting for something, and soon more thunderballs appeared, and the watchers made a comeback.

  (End of this chapter)