Ember Gun

   Chapter 695

farewell party.

  The atmosphere in the room suddenly cooled down. Except for the drunk and unconscious fellow, Rod, everyone else was a little awake, and they all looked at the gate, Watson who occupied Oscar's body.

Lorenzo looked like he understood everything, his expression was slightly distorted, from coldness to smile, and repeated this several times. Finally, he sighed helplessly, picked up the wine bottle and walked back to the sofa, and moved the sofa. Toward the door, and then sat down.

"farewell party……"

  Lorenzo murmured the word, and then poured himself vigorously.

  No one said anything this time, they just waited quietly. They didn't know what they were waiting for, but they kept calm in such a tacit understanding.

  "Farewell party...I always think that the funeral is also a kind of farewell party, but it’s not as happy as it is right now."

  Lorenzo understands the reason why this group of people are here, not only for reunion and joy, but also for the assembly before the war.

  As often said in the book, the train was waiting on the railroad tracks. Soldiers and family members confided in their longings and dissatisfaction, and then, under heavy gaze, embarked on a road that cannot be turned back.

  Lorenzo was prepared for this, but he didn't expect it to happen at this time.

  Unexpected, but not so unexpected, his mood was quite complicated, and the joy that finally rose up, also disappeared at this time, but Lorenzo also had another feeling.

  A kind of...wonderful relief.

  Finally, all this long history is finally coming to an end.

  This is something to be happy about, and it is also a stressful thing.

Lorenzo took a few deep breaths and changed himself back to the appearance of an "expert". He raised his legs. Although he was wrapped in a blanket, it looked ridiculous, but this ridiculousness could not conceal the cold spreading from him. The air of cold.

   "So, what happened? Watson,"

   Lorenzo asked in a deep voice.

  Watson didn't talk nonsense, and answered neatly.

   "The Well of Sublimation is restless, maybe now the Temple of Stillness has fallen."

When the voice fell, the indoor temperature seemed to drop a lot more invisibly. Even the fireworks in the fireplace declined a bit. Except for the drunk Lord, everyone's mind was covered by clouds, their hands and feet were cold, and their faces were cold. Pale.

  This is different from the problems they have dealt with before. This time they will face the roots of demons, the end of erosion, the deadly enemies of disorder and chaos.

  For thousands of years, the glorious civilization has not completely banished it. Only the only kind of fire remains, which is passed on to the people after the years, and now they will start this last battle and end this long war.

   "So the Unspeakable is much more awake than we thought. It has not completely fallen into long sleep, and its dreams still have the ability to interfere with the world." Lorenzo whispered.

  "My initial suspicion is the eradication of the ‘road’ and that we have demonstrated the power of antimemetic, making it feel threatened, so it no longer hibernates and chooses to interfere."

   Watson responded, her consciousness wandered at high speed these few days, walking through the gaps one after another. Although she was strong, it also brought her a sense of exhaustion that was difficult to resolve.

  "It is difficult to kill, but it can be banished from our knowledge, forgotten and obliterated forever."

  Watson said affirmatively that this is the only chance for mankind to win. Mankind does not need to kill the Unspeakable, just exile it.

   "So what is this? Was it the mobilization before the war? The monster has already woken up, so surely we can't be idle either."

  Kestrel, who had been low, was also vocal at this time. He was lying on the back of the sofa. His look was as funny as Lorenzo, but he was not as serious as Lorenzo. It was the time, and he was still making strange jokes.

   "Thinking about it this way, we can be regarded as witnesses of history? Will it be included in the textbook?"

   "Don't think about the Kestrel, all of this is a history of errors and should be corrected."

  Shrike said at this time.

   "Whether it is the gospel church or the cleansing of institutions, we should all be forgotten by history, not to mention the unspeakable."

   "So we can't use teaching materials?"

  Kestrel didn't think so much at all, he only cared about the **** textbook.

  "Compared with textbooks or textbooks, I think you'd better care about it first. It would be better if we can win this battle. If we fail..." Liang Liangxi walked over and knocked the Kestrel on the head.

   "If we fail, the country builders will continue the war, bringing people back to below the alert level, and we will do our best to repair the well of sublimation and try to put it back to long sleep."

  Shao Liangye continued Shao Liangxi's words.

   "Is there still a chance for fault tolerance? Although this opportunity sounds bloody."

  Herkery rubbed Poirot's head and whispered, then he raised his head and asked the others.

   "So I am in this farewell party... or a funeral. In short, my role should be a family member who comes to bid farewell?"

  Herkeley is very frank, "I will only be dragging my feet on the battlefield, so I am here to say goodbye to the ‘dead’, am I?"

  No one answered, but everyone seems to know their role.

  This is a party, a farewell party, and a funeral. There are living and dead.

  "The dead, the families..."

  Lorenzo's gaze flicked from Herculi's body, and then fell on the Kestrel Shrike and others, and then continued to pan, falling on Seleu's body.

  "Are you a family member? Or a pastor?"

   Lorenzo asked uncertainly.

   "I haven't been there either."

  Seleu did not answer Lorenzo’s question, but talked about something else.

   "This was really a party..."

"I know, you have thought of such an ending," Lorenzo saw through Seleuc's purpose. "This day will always come. Rather than accepting it in a panic, it is better to feel that there is only a few before the disaster arrives. Joy."

   "The party was great, but the bad luck came too soon."

Lorenzo stroked Seleu's head lightly. From this point of view, the leisure these few days seems to have been deliberately done by someone. Judging from the semi-decadent appearance of other people, they have lived quite leisurely. of.

   Rest, prepare, and then greet the next game.

   "Is there any information? Watson, these news are not enough to keep you in such a hurry."

  Lorenzo asked Watson who was possessed by Oscar, she shuttled invisibly, knowing it should be more than that.

   "The new pope has disappeared. At least when I left the place of seven hills, I did not find him. I guess he should be trapped in the stagnant temple."

   "What else? Where is the Protestant Group? The restlessness of the Well of Sublimation, they won't just ignore it, will they?"

Speaking of the Protestant Order, Lorenzo has a subtle emotion. He was once one of them, remembering the past. Now he knows very well that the Demon Hunting Order he is familiar with has long been buried in the night of the Holy Prophet. What the Protestant group saw was nothing more than the shadow left over from the beginning.

  But this only shadow was his only consolation for remembering the old order.

"The Demon Hunting Order has taken action. They have taken control of the Cathedral of Saint Nalo and emptied the place of the seven hills. Templar knights are guarding the surrounding area. Most of the believers have been disbanded and spread to nearby Fei Leng Cui."

   Watson replied, she was one of the believers who had passed away at that time, traveling on different bodies, observing all this from a multi-faceted perspective.

   "So that ordinary people will not become monsters and increase the burden? Well done."

  Lorenzo whispered, so far, the new pope has dealt with Lorenzo's expectations.

   "He is Raphael."

   Watson suddenly said that she had never mentioned this to Lorenzo.

"what?"

  Lorenzo did not react, this was a vocabulary in memory. If Watson didn't mention these, Lorenzo would almost completely forget it.

"The new pope is Raphael. After the night of the Holy Prophet, he used his power to usurp the position of the pope, and it continues to this day... We can trust his handling. After all, he personally experienced the night of the Holy Prophet. How to do it."

   "No... wait a minute."

  The shock came too suddenly, and Lorenzo's head was dizzy. He paused for a long time before asking slowly.

   "You knew... why you should say it at this time."

  He was in a strange mood, even more strange than before. Lorenzo guessed that even if it was Oscar, it would be difficult to accurately describe this feeling on paper.

  "He was in the Temple of Silence, facing the restlessness of the Well of Ascension. I think he might not survive, and such a story should not be forgotten...not to mention, you have the right to know."

  Washeng has a calm tone, and she also knows that it is not suitable to say this at this time, but it is always necessary to say it.

  Lorenzo remained silent for a long time, until his expression loosened a little, and then hoarsely said.

   "Okay, I see, is there anything else?"

   "Lawrence is also acting."

  At this time, Seleu said that Arthur had just brought such information.

Others don’t know much about "Raphael" and naturally cannot feel Lorenzo’s emotions. But when Lawrence appeared in everyone’s ears, everyone’s expressions became a lot more nervous, as if Lawrence was with him. A terrifying monster like the unspeakable.

  They are not the same, but in the hearts of these people, they faintly occupy the same position.

In many battles to eliminate organs, they have successfully killed the enemy, even if it is a monster like Roger, but Lawrence is the only one who survived tenaciously every time, as if he was really caught by his own Prophecy and destiny sheltered him, and no one can kill him before the real time of death arrives.

   "Lawrence left Maruri Harbor with a fleet of ships late at night, the destination is unknown."

  "His destination is the place of the seven hills, the stasis sanctuary below the Cathedral of Saint Nalo."

   Lorenzo said simply.

  "Are you sure?" Seleu was a little skeptical.

   "Naturally, Lawrence is a paranoid fanatic, who believes in his own prophecies wholeheartedly, and everything he does is for the doomsday battle in his prophecy and for his scheduled death.

  Except for the Temple of Silence, I can't think of any more suitable places for him to die. "

  Lorenzo has seen Lawrence’s memory, and witnessed Lawrence’s crazy predictions in the wilderness of the setting sun.

  He suddenly felt a little bit of fear. Everything Lawrence predicted was gradually becoming reality, so in the end of this madness, is there anything else?

   "So... I think you should arrange everything, right?"

  Lorenzo looked at Seleu, and then at Watson, pretending to be relaxed, "These days, I'm in a daze except for sleeping, but I haven't done anything."

   "Our time is very tight. Lawrence has already set off for a while, and the place of the seven hills has already been blocked. We need to hurry there." Seleu said.

  "What should I do? [Gap] Shuttle? Then only me and Watson can be deployed."

Lorenzo thought, in fact, this is not impossible, but Lorenzo has always had a strong respect for the power Gabriel, unless necessary, he never used this power, which also led him to the [Gap ] Is far less familiar than Watson.

"Don't worry too much about this. The Protestant Order is not that fragile. What's more, Lawrence still carries his Secret Blood Legion. No matter what purpose they hold, they can hold on for a while under the dream of the Unspeakable. time."

   Seleuc explained that she tried her best to make the situation not so bad.

  She was also afraid, afraid of the pressure, and even more afraid of the coming of darkness. In fact, no one broke it.

  This is a funeral. The dead are destined to go to the **** battlefield. No one can guarantee that they can come back alive. They have to move forward. At this time, it is too late for everyone to find a way back.

   "So how long do we have to leave? In this case, can the decontamination agency operate efficiently?"

  Lorenzo asked directly.

   "I'll take care of these, you just have to be prepared," Watson said, "Do you need any plans?"

  Lorenzo paused for a few seconds, then smiled and shook his head.

  "It’s all this time, what plan do I need? The plan is to arrive at San Nalo Cathedral, kick open the gates of heaven, remove all obstacles along the way, and then completely banish the damned existence!"

  At the end of the words, Lorenzo's voice brought a sense of distortion, like a beast roaring.

   "It's so long... Fortunately, it's finally over."

  Lorenzo took a deep breath again. He felt that the air in the room was a little depressed, with a little bit of heat. For a while, Lorenzo was a little hard to breathe. He wanted to leave here and go outside to let in the air and blow the cold wind.

   turned around, Lorenzo looked around, faces flashing in front of them, their eyes hesitating and firm.

   "Everyone! I'm sorry, the party will end early!"

  Lorenzo shouted to the others. Although he was wearing a blanket, he seemed to be wearing a battle flag at this moment.

   "This is the end of the vacation, it's time to go to work."

  (End of this chapter)