Embers of Embers

Chapter 139
"This is all I know...about Advent Night."
In the long tunnel, Lorenzo leaned against the mottled carriage of the steam subway, with Merlin and Arthur opposite him.
Spitting out the faint smoke in his mouth, they rose and dissipated in the turbid air. It seemed that he had choked and had a sore throat from smoking too much. Lorenzo coughed hard several times and dropped the cigarette butt in his hand. Unknowingly, it was already at his feet. Three or four were piled up.
"It's been a long night."
Merlin broke the deathly silence, and he didn't know whether to be happy or sad. He could only sigh helplessly from the perspective of the audience.
"Yeah, it's so long. Sometimes I feel that the Night of Advent is not over yet, and its aftermath is still disturbing the whole world."
Lorenzo sighed, recalling those memories was really not a good thing.
"But I have to thank the Night of Holy Advent. Although I am just a guard, I am guarding the Cathedral of Saint-Naro after all. We Medanzo Demon Hunters can still know a lot of secret information."
"Just like that demonic militarization project driven by greed, once it succeeds, a new war will start, and I'm afraid more people will die than on the night of Holy Advent."
Arthur nodded at this, his voice a little helpless.
"This is the current situation. Hundreds of years ago, wars only depended on who had more people, whose swords were sharper, and whose horses were stronger. But things are different now. Times are progressing. The last time we fought, we used swords and shields. , the next war may be filled with artillery shells.”
"Everyone was very restrained and maintained a delicate balance."
Merlin nodded stiffly. As the only remaining alchemist, his brain was basically occupied by the forbidden knowledge. He didn't know much about the current political situation at all. There seemed to be nothing else he could do except nod. .
"So, Mr. Holmes, as a demon hunter, do you think there is any way to defeat Dean Lawrence? You should also feel that level of erosion. Ordinary soldiers participating in the war are just risking their lives, and even saying that you There’s no way to resist that kind of power.”
Merlin asked. The first goal now is to catch the Reverend Lawrence. With the Reverend's mystery, maybe he can really set off another Holy Advent Night in the old Dunling.
"I am not sure……"
Lorenzo said in a daze.
"Dean Lawrence is right. I am his shadow. All demon hunters are his shadow. Whether it is the use of power or the method of slaying demons, he taught us. He is A teacher to us all.”
"Not to mention that I, as a student, am not very good at studying."
Dean Lawrence, the only demon hunter among the bishops who rule the Evangelical Church, no one knows what he did to put on that bloody red robe, and no one knows how long he lived, not even that night of battle. , Dean Lawrence did not use his full strength.
He is terrifying, more terrifying than any demon Lorenzo has encountered. Dean Lawrence knows everything about witchers, and he is the witcher who hunts witchers.
"It's really troublesome... By the way, Mr. Holmes, are you interested in helping with a scientific research project? If that project succeeds, maybe we can have some chance of winning against Dean Lawrence."
Merlin suddenly suggested.
"What do you mean?"
Lorenzo looked at the alchemist with that hollow look that always made Lorenzo shudder.
Merlin's stiff-cheeked smile.
"Emerging technologies, this is already a new era, Mr. Holmes, it is no longer an era where wars can be won as long as you have the supreme spirit of chivalry.
What dominates the battlefield is technology, military technology, and increasingly expanding military technology. "
Just like the war airship, train artillery, new firearms, and even... the original sin armor.
This technology is like a demon, but this Pandora's box originates from the brains of humans themselves, those scholars.
"Then, please think about it first and then let us get out of this hellish place, okay?"
Merlin looked at the quiet tunnel, filled with dust, like a tomb of some kind of creature.
……
There are always many things similar to save points in life. As long as you return here, you will feel like you have changed your mind and become a new person.
The definition of this kind of save point is very subtle. If you put it into numerical values, then after you pass the save point, all your values ​​​​will return to the optimal value, and the form of the save point is also mostly different, which means a lot of people Also different.
For example, some people feel refreshed after drinking a cup of coffee, while others feel refreshed after taking a nap or eating a big meal.
For Lorenzo, he also has many save points, but this is the most commonly used one.
When he opened his eyes, the ceiling above his head was covered with various posters, most of which were restaurant promotions, with some strange dishes listed on them.
The sound of hurried horse hooves could be heard outside the dim window, and as the night fell, a sea of ​​candlelight rose.
After leaving the underground and hastily saying goodbye to Arthur, Lorenzo returned to 121A Cork Street. Perhaps because he hadn't slept in his own bed for many days, Lorenzo fell asleep as soon as he lay on it and didn't wake up until sunset.
Merlin didn't know what weapons project he was working on, but in order to fight against Dean Lawrence, Lorenzo agreed. After all, this was no longer a war for him alone, but a war for the entire purification agency against Dean Lawrence.
The entire purification mechanism was already running at high speed, and the dusty maintenance passages were opened one by one. Workers dived down one after another to check whether there was still a breeding ground for demons hidden in the huge underground maze.
The inner city location is under complete martial law, with heavily armed soldiers patrolling day and night.
Lorenzo was nestled in the corner of the bed. There was no light in the room and it was quiet. He stared blankly at the darkness without knowing what he was thinking.
Mrs. Van Lund was still sleeping when she came back, and she seemed to be really old, so Lorenzo didn't have to explain where he was these days.
My roommate is not at home either, and I don’t know whether he went back to work or did something else.
Everyone has their own life, just like parallel lines. You may be able to see them, but you will not have any intersection with them. Their life is an ordinary theater of life. They only need to worry about daily necessities: rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. , and Lorenzo's life is a war thriller, and if you are not careful, you can accompany those witchers who died early.
Everyone happily soaks in the lava and tells jokes, maybe even encounters demons in hell, happily kills demons together, renews relationships, etc... Of course, the premise is that there really is the so-called world after death.
If you think about it carefully, this is actually quite good. Intersecting with people like Lorenzo will not end well. After all, not everyone has the courage to face the monster.
Stretching his hand towards the bed, the cold touch made Lorenzo feel a lot more relieved. The first thing Lorenzo did when he got home was to prepare weapons. The staff and sword plated with holy silver were placed on the bedside, and the Winches, which was full of ammunition, Te was on the other side, he didn't want to use a table knife the next time he encountered a demon.
Taking the familiar Winchester over, Lorenzo leaned against the wall in the darkness and gently stroked the gun body. His fingers could slightly feel the indentation of the writing. Lorenzo had already memorized the words on it. , it doesn’t matter even if you can’t see it.
"Don't go gentle into that good night."
Lorenzo whispered.
This was Metanzo's favorite poem, and he had it engraved on his love gun.
He also said it was a poem that cursed death.
It's really arrogant, I don't know if it's admiration or ignorance, but he is cursing his destined death, like a madman waving his sword in the sky.
But Lorenzo had a new feeling at this moment, his gray-blue eyes were shining, and he seemed to understand the final rage.
Yes, don't accept the arrival of death gently. Even if death knocks on the door, you should shoot it through the door and roar and burn.
"Rebuke, rebuke the passing of light."
He whispered.
(End of this chapter)