Ember Gun

  Chapter 689 Returning to the Soul Corpses

  【What exactly do you want? 】

  There is a voice in my mind, the voice is fuzzy and distorted, with a little familiarity, but it is difficult to distinguish from the memory.

  【Whoever has survived to this day, he must be driven by some kind of force to keep him moving forward, so what is driving you, who claims to be Seni Lotel? 】

  The question echoed.

  【Look back carefully, is it the wrath of Holy Night?

  Yes, the loyal demon hunters were betrayed in this way. Everyone disappeared in the raging fire that night, and you were the only one left to live and continue to this day.

  What you want is a truth, right?

  Then you have got the truth. What is driving you now? 】

  The voice gradually became clear, full of evil magic power. The new pope seemed to remember who the voice was, but he closed his eyes tightly, did not speak, and did not move.

  The new pope, as always, kneeled down on the edge of the well of sublimation, with several sharp spikes lying beside him, exuding a cold glow.

  In front of him was a deep well, and the darkness in it seemed to be solid, like burnt rotten wood, constantly overflowing with pitch-black, particle-like smoke and dust.

They are constantly rising like mist, marked by the mural on the wall of the well, and it can be clearly seen that the darkness has risen a lot. It seems that for a while, they can completely overflow the wellhead and spread to this sacred land. Above.

"Shut up."

  He spoke, his voice hoarse.

  The fire on the night of Shenglin made him incomprehensible, and his voice had long since become distorted, like a broken blower, with sharp hoarseness in his voice.

  But the voice in his mind sounded a burst of laughter anyway, it questioned.

  【Is that really the case? I think you are also very confused. What are you fighting for now? 】

  The voice seems to have passed through the reality and the reality, and in the mind of the new pope, the voice outlines a familiar face.

  The new pope knows who this voice belongs to.

  The evil spirits surrounding in the nightmare finally revealed his original hideous and terrifying face.

It's him.

   is the voice of Seni Lotaire, his voice before he was invaded by the fire.

  Opened his eyes, a familiar face appeared in front of him, as if facing a mirror.

  The new pope lost his mind for a while, and then reluctantly accepted all this, smiling bitterly.

   "Has it been so long?"

  He shook his head, stretched out his hand, and stroked the cold mask on his face.

   "For so long I have forgotten who I was."

  Strongly took off the mask, revealing the face covered with scars and burns, like an evil spirit, and looked at himself as if he were in a mirror. Under the face of that “normal person”, the new pope at this moment looked like a real demon.

   "So why are you moving forward now?"

  The other one leaned in, and this time the voice came directly from his ears, surpassing the limitations of reality and reality.

   "For...what?"

  The new pope grasped the mask in his hand, and his face was reflected in the metal luster, but because of the bulge and curvature on it, his face became distorted again.

   "Yeah, for what? If you don't even have a reason, why are you staying here?"

  It stretched out its hand and placed it gently on the shoulders of the new pope, with a friendly look.

   "Why don't you leave?"

"Leave?"

  The new pope looked at himself, and then at the stagnant temple, which was almost broken.

   "Leave here, where can I go?"

   "Anywhere, you can live a different life and start a whole new life."

  It tempts.

  "Don’t you yearn for it? You can live a normal life, but you are trapped in this sinful land by this cursed secret blood. You have been pious for a lifetime, and what you serve is just endless hypocrisy.

  There is no god, no salvation, and no so-called heaven.

   Dead is dead, so cold and cruel, it is rare for you not to be heartbroken? "

  It stretched out its hand, hugged the terrifying face of the new pope, and rubbed the scars lightly.

"You can become someone else, a painter, a writer, a navigator... If there is no secret blood, you should have more and more choices in your life... How much beauty have you missed, can't you be Do you regret this?"

"regret."

  The eyes of the new pope trembled. In fact, as it said, the new pope missed too many things. He hadn't even rested during his whole life.

   Lifted his head and looked at the gloomy everything, the new pope couldn't even remember when he left here last time.

  I don’t know when everything has become like this...

  His body began to tremble slightly.

Yes.

  How long have you not seen the pure blue sky?

  "Look, you don’t care about the so-called ecclesiastical group or the so-called church. This thousand-year-old honor is worthless to you... Then in your heart, there is always something more expensive, right?

  Why don’t you think about it for yourself? Even if it’s for yourself, get out of here. "

  Leave...Leave, leave!

The new pope’s eyes dropped, and then he let out hoarse laughter, evil like a mad monster, and at this moment it also smiled with satisfaction, seeming to be happy for the success of its seduction, and it seems Is really blessing the new pope.

"For what…"

  The new pope whispered, and then raised his head, the double-blazing white eyes greeted him.

   "A monster like you, what do you know?"

   Its smile froze at this moment, and then it broke.

With a sharp white light passing by, the new pope waved his nail sword and cut through the hypocrisy in front of him. The wound split along the familiar face, but what was gushing out of it was not blood, but a deep darkness, and the broken ones were not. Flesh, but sharp shards like glass.

   "Sene Lotel!"

  It uttered a distorted scream, and at the same time, the mortal's body began to collapse, exposing the original hideous and rotten body under it.

It was a scarlet and vague figure. It was dressed in clothes similar to that of the Demon Hunter. It was just that the clothes had been soaked in blood for many years and had begun to decay. If the new pope was not familiar with all this, even he Somewhat hard to make out of this outfit.

   With a dry head, the sunken eye sockets are burning with the same whiteness as the new pope, and the same blood is rushing through the torso.

   "Dead people! Sleep well!"

  The new pope roared and slashed its chest viciously with a spiked sword. The shredded flesh and blood can easily see the silvery white hidden under the flesh and blood.

   seems to be a metal armor embedded between the bones, but with the revival of flesh and blood, the silver-white armor is constantly burning red and collapsing.

  Not only blood spilled from the wound opened by the new pope, but also silver metal and molten holy silver.

   Raised his foot abruptly, kicked **** the wound, and kicked the struggling soul-returning corpse into the dark well again.

But it was not reconciled to this, and laughed again under the distorted and terrifying face. It stretched out its hand and grabbed the sharp spike. Drag him into the deep well together.

   "Let's enter the sublimation together!"

  It issued an invitation.

  The new pope twisted the sword and easily split its palm into several segments, but at this time, his body had been pulled forward, half of his body vacated, and he was almost about to be placed in the deep well together.

  Then the new pope saw it.

  In the rolling black mist, something seems to be creeping, as if thousands of dead souls are trying to crawl out of the abyss.

  The chaotic hallucinations came into my eyes at the next moment, distorting his mind and affecting his judgment.

  This is its power and hallucinogenic power. It has been trying to use hallucinations to interfere with the new pope, but at the last moment, it still failed.

   "Why don't you want to die?"

  The new pope cursed, breaking away from the hallucinations again, and threw the nail sword in his hand through its throat. With great power, the nail sword carried the corpse and hit the wall of the well, falling into the darkness below.

  It was swallowed by darkness first, followed by the new pope. He stretched out his hand and tried to grasp the relief on the wall of the well, but the new pope had gone deep into the well of sublimation many times before that, and he knew the smoothness of the wall of the well.

"damn it."

  He blames himself, and it stands to reason that with his ability, he would never be so embarrassed.

  The new pope has weakened. Is it because of the pressure in the well, or is it difficult for him to resist the effects of erosion? He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have time to figure it out. He could only stretch out his hand with all his strength and try to grasp anything, no matter what.

  At the time of the crisis, the other hand slammed over, like a high-five, and grabbed the new pope fiercely.

   "Don't let go!"

  Anthony grabbed the edge of the deep well with one hand, and with the other hand grabbed the new pope who had almost fallen into the darkness, and then pulled him vigorously to the head of the well.

  The two turned to the ground, feeling the gravity and the flatness of their bodies, and couldn't help taking a long breath.

  The bottom of the well of sublimation seems to be an endless abyss, without the echo of falling.

  The new pope struggled to get up, holding the sword, and staring back at the abyss below.

  Cold sweat ran through, soaking through the clothes, he clenched the blade, confirmed the existence of matter, and ensured that he escaped from the illusion and returned to reality again.

"what happened?"

   asked Anthony, who rushed over, he didn't know what happened.

   "Another monster has climbed up from the well," said the new pope.

   "A monster?"

  The new pope shook his head and said solemnly.

   "Far more trouble than that thing."

"what?"

   "The witcher, the dead witcher."

Since the restlessness of the well of sublimation, the first is the nightmare that constantly invades, and then the evil spirits crawling out of the well, but these evil spirits are just ordinary monsters. To this day, the new pope has seen the corpse of the demon hunter. Driven corpse.

   Few people know that the Well of Ascension is the real cemetery of the demon hunters, and all the dead demon hunters whose bodies can be recovered will be placed in this deep well.

  Once the new pope thought this was just some unknown ritual, now it seems that this is to ensure that the secret blood stays in the well forever, reducing the possibility of spreading.

  It’s just that no one thought that these corpses that should have died moved again, and they carried taboo powers.

  How many corpses of demon hunters are there under this deep well?

  The new pope didn’t dare to think about it anymore. Under this deep well were not only weird enemies, but also an army buried in the grave.

  "Hunting...Majin?"

  Hearing this, Anthony's expression also solidified, and he felt a great deal of pressure, but it was more than tricky.

  In a daze, that taboo vocabulary once again came to mind.

  Holy Pro Night.

  Thinking, more rubbing sounds sounded, like sharp nails rubbing metal, leaving small scratches on it, bursting with sharp noises.

  The darkness in the deep well became agitated, and the new pope saw the vague figure moving in the spreading black fog, and it seemed that countless worms were crawling up the well.

"what happened!"

  Maybe it was psychological pressure. Anthony's expression was a little nervous, but he was caught by the new pope and his hideous face came into view.

   "Be calm, Anthony, listen to me."

  The new pope looked directly into Antony’s eyes, forcing him to listen.

   "Listen to me, now, leave the Silent Temple immediately, block it here, block the entire Saint Nalo Cathedral, block the entire place of the seven hills!"

  The sound was thunderous, splitting the evil in Anthony's heart, he calmed down and nodded.

  "Yes, it must be completely sealed off here. In any case, we must guard the gate of heaven. Never allow any monster to escape from here until reinforcements arrive."

  "Reinforcements? Do we have reinforcements?"

   Anthony is unknown. Therefore, the pupils of the new pope dimmed a little, but they soon became bright again. He seemed to be talking to Anthony, and he thought he was talking to himself.

  "They will come, they will."

  He grabbed another nail sword and pushed Anthony hard.

   "Go! Anthony!"

  The new pope urged, recalling the night of the Holy Prophet buried deep in memory.

  "First the nightmare from the underground, and then the continuous erosion, more and more people in the city will become demons! You must guard the place of the seven hills anyway!"

   Anthony was pushed forward and took a few steps forward. He soon thought of something, looked at the new pope who was holding a sword and approached the well, and shouted.

"And you!"

   "Me? Someone has to stay here and hold them."

  The new pope did not look back, all the way forward.

   "Don't worry, this is something I should have done a long time ago."

  The blade rubbed against the ground, and it made the same sharp sound in the well. The new pope was full of anger, feeling like he had returned to that night again.

   "At the end of the day, I just have a soul corpse. I should have died that night long ago. Now I just recalibrated everything!"

  The anger was overflowing, almost bursting into blood vessels, erupting.

   Anthony was both frightened and hesitant, looking at the leaving figure, he suddenly realized that this might be the last time he saw the new pope, and he asked in a very awkward manner.

   "Wait! Mianxia! What is the so-called faith?"

  This question that Anthony has been chasing for a long time, he hopes to get the answer from the new pope, but now he is leaving, this is his last chance.

  The turbulent black mist spread to the mouth of the well, continuously overflowing from the well, and in a blink of an eye, the shadow of the new pope was covered by the gray smoke and dust, and there was no sound.

   "Sorry, I don't know either!"

   Suddenly there was a thunderous sound, and then the sword blade rolled up the wind pressure, and easily cut the scattered fog, driving them away, and the murderous figure was once again reflected in Anthony's eyes.

  He arched his body and held a sword, like a white wolf with silver, turning his head, but Anthony couldn't refresh the Pope's face.

   "But I think you already have the answer."

  The new pope seemed to be waving goodbye to him, but he seemed to be waving a sword. Evil wailing sounds in the black fog, Anthony gritted his teeth, moved his leaded legs, and ran away towards the end of the darkness.

   Watching Anthony's departure, the new pope turned to look at the black well in the black mist, one after another, with pale and sharp palms sticking out from the edge, crawling out of the well and standing in front of the new pope.

  Looking at the demon hunters through the ages, a restless darkness lurked under the corrupt corpses.

  Thinking of the ending of all this, the new pope's heart inevitably felt sad, but soon, this sadness was replaced by anger.

   "Demon hunters, I order you in the name of the Pope!"

  Seni Lothar smiled wildly, raised the nail sword, pulled a silver arc in the air, and leaped forward.

   "Die again!"

   The high-pitched sword ming with the scream of torn flesh and blood, it seems that there are demons fighting here, until the death.

  (End of this chapter)