Embers of Embers

Chapter 152 The Idealist
"here it is……"
Lorenzo looked at this clear and cold world with some confusion. Just now he was in the dark underground, but now he appeared here. There was a naked man in front of him, and he was constantly trembling. , as if suffering great pain.
"It's so cold...why? Why don't you take me away?"
Horner crossed his arms and hugged his chest vigorously.
There are many things that he cannot figure out. He is always so insignificant and even difficult to be remembered.
He walked slowly towards Lorenzo, his steps staggering.
"As long as...as long as I kill you, I can leave..."
Horner muttered to himself.
Lorenzo clenched his nailed sword vigilantly, as if he had guessed where this place was.
That strange [gap] was filled with that familiar feeling. Although he had not seen the bench and the falling moon many times, Lorenzo could still be sure of this.
This is not his [gap], but the man's [gap] in front of him, the demon's [gap].
"That is to say... do monsters have such weird things? Or do they have other conditions."
Lorenzo looked around, and the detective's professionalism made him think and confirm a lot.
But before Lorenzo could make any other inferences, Horner swooped over and slashed down fiercely with a cold light emitting from his nailed sword.
At this moment, Horner is no longer the twisted piece of flesh. In this spiritual world, he is the most primitive essence, the human form.
Blood overflowed and dyed the snow red.
Horner stared blankly at the metal that had sunk into his chest. He was a little panicked at first, with large amounts of blood flowing on his body. He cried and screamed, but then he became confused.
It was bone-chilling pain, but he didn't die.
He then burst into maniacal laughter.
"This...this is hell!"
He shed tears as he spoke, like a madman.
Endless cold and hunger, he will not even die, Horner is trapped here forever, unable to leave.
But suddenly, as if grasping some last hope, he raised his head and looked at Lorenzo, with that crazy look in his eyes that made the demon hunter tremble slightly.
"You can come in, and there will be a way out, right?"
"what are you saying?"
Lorenzo couldn't understand him, and he didn't know much about the Gap thing.
"I need to rely on my own strength...my own strength."
Dean Lawrence's words were whispered in his ears. The small sound was like the almost imperceptible sound of an insect waking up and pushing through the soil. But soon the sound became more intense, from a low murmur to a chaotic scream. The poor will Under this baptism, he completely fell into madness.
Horner looked at Lorenzo with a distorted face, and then rushed over like a madman. He had completely lost his mind.
Lorenzo instinctively swung the nail sword. Although it could leave wounds after wounds on his body, it was not enough to kill him. This was his world, the spiritual world.
How can metal kill the will of nothingness?What's more, Lorenzo, who is here, is a little unsure whether the weapon he is holding is a metal weapon or his poor imagination.
The whole world seemed to feel Horner's madness. A strong wind suddenly rose, and the cold convolution washed Lorenzo, bringing with it extreme frost.
They grieved for Horner, and they were furious because of Horner.
"Will can be destroyed...or replaced by a better will."
A ghostly voice sounded, and at some point a gap in broken space appeared behind Lorenzo, and Watson greeted him with a smile.
She slowly raised her hand, and power surged out from the cold [gap]. At that moment, Lorenzo seemed to see everything clearly, the trajectory of all this power.
Arrive from one [gap] to another [gap], shuttle through it, with violent power.
Lorenzo saw a lot in that moment, and broken memories cut into his body like sharp knives. Fragments of Horner's life kept flashing back in his mind, and the memories were chaotic, as if they wanted to tear the fragile brain into pieces.
From his beginning until he reaches death.
That was everything about Horner. It turned out that he was also a survivor, who was adopted but suffered discrimination, and lived a mediocre life until the scarlet figure appeared in his life.
"Lawrence!"
Lorenzo roared.
Then everything collapsed.
A new will took over here and issued the order of death, so the entire world of ice and snow began to crack and be damaged. They cracked inch by inch and fell into the dark nothingness, just like the withered life returning to zero.
In Arthur's disbelieving gaze, the sharp nail sword tore through the twisted flesh. The demon hunter's body was covered with scarlet and hot blood, and he crawled out of the terrifying corpse bit by bit, like a corpse from hell. Those who return.
The low-temperature cold air completely solidified the blood on the solid armor, like some kind of bright red flower blooming on the sculpture-like armor, which looked extremely abominable.
As if he still couldn't believe it, Lorenzo lowered his head and looked at the completely dead demon behind him. His heart was not broken, and his head was not cut off, but now it was just dead, completely dead.
The dusty secret finally came out, and Lorenzo wiped away a corner of it.
There was no time to fear or endure the pain, and my mind went blank for a moment.
This is something beyond Lorenzo's cognition. It breaks the centuries-old law of the Demon Hunting Order. Even if the key organ is not destroyed, the demon will die so powerlessly.
But then an abnormal feeling came out, and it was extremely painful.
Holding the nearly broken nail sword, Lorenzo gasped for breath, his body had never been tired before, extending from his flesh and blood to his mind, as if something roughly tore apart his thoughts and opened them again. It's like putting it back together again.
"Lo...Lorenzo."
Arthur stood not far from Lorenzo. He looked at the demon hunter. His armor gradually withered away, revealing half of his hideous and terrifying face.
His expressions were twisted together, and he was more ferocious than ever before, as if there was an alienated demon under the armor.
……
"Horner is dead...his connection with me has been severed."
Dean Lawrence looked at the scenery outside the window and said suddenly.
"Dead? Did you know through that weird [gap]?"
The epidemic doctor asked curiously.
Dean Lawrence nodded slightly.
"The [Gap] is essentially our spiritual...world? It can be said that, but the [Gap] of humans can only accommodate themselves, and they themselves cannot break that solid barrier, but the [Gap] of demons can It can be expanded, it can connect more people...through which it can reach the spiritual level of communication and...erosion."
He said and smiled, his smile full of chills.
"It's like bubbles of different sizes, the bigger ones eating the smaller ones."
The epidemic doctor is not cold but trembling.
"Did you do anything to Horner's [gap]?"
"No, I just left my erosion...a beacon to be precise. This twisted power was engraved in his [gap], like a dark sea. I know the coordinates of his island, And build a bridge with it so that I can reach his [gap] through [the gap].”
Dean Lawrence explained to his allies that the reason why Horner was able to lose control in low temperatures was that Dean Lawrence had corroded it in advance. The inferior secret blood was the best beacon, so he traveled through the [gap] Come.
"The church hides too many things. I only discovered all this after I captured the Book of Revelation. In essence, the heart network that stagnates the temple is also this kind of thing..."
He looked a little confused.
"A super-large [gap] 'eroded' the remaining witchers, and all the witchers were marked by it, so independent witchers could use this to communicate, and in this huge hub connections within the network, and the church in turn can locate them.”
Dean Lawrence laughed in a chilling voice.
"Just like I can control Horner through inferior secret blood, the beacons established by the church for demon hunters are also interesting."
"Secret blood?"
The epidemic doctor asked. As an expert who specializes in the life of demons, he guessed it in an instant.
"The inferior secret blood is prepared by me from my own blood and the blood of the Holy Grail. The secret blood can enable all demon hunters to establish beacons and communicate with them... Plague Doctor, do you know what this means?"
Dean Lawrence told the chilling secret.
The epidemic doctor looked at him with some vigilance, his pupils under the mask slightly expanded, and he said slowly.
"The blood of the demon hunter...is from the same source?"
That weird [gap] can be used as a link through its own erosion to contact other eroded [gaps]. So if they want to contact the demon hunters, the beacon they establish must be in line with the [gap] of the Stasis Temple. Cognate, just as Dean Lawrence can relate to Horner with himself.
The secret blood can continuously emit erosion to deepen the "beacon", but ordinary erosion and pollution will fade over time, causing the beacon to disappear.
"In other words, in your Demon Hunting Order, the secret blood of the demon hunters of all generations comes from one demon? And the [gap] of that demon has continued to this day?"
There was heavy breathing under the mask. I don't know if it was the fear of the truth or the excitement of discovering a new world.
"No, you can't do this. Even if there is such a monster, you can't subdue it... This is a power that does not belong to the demon hunter."
The epidemic doctor suddenly began to refute his own thoughts, talking to himself like a crazy madman.
"To be precise, it is a power that does not belong to the demon hunter Shanda Feng."
Dean Lawrence looked at the epidemic doctor with some deep meaning.
The bird's beak mask stared at Dean Lawrence, and the body under the clothes began to twist and deform. Dean Lawrence was very calm. He knew that this was a manifestation of the doctor's excitement, and he always found it difficult to contain himself under such circumstances.
"That is to say... the power of another demon hunter?"
There was a bit of laughter in his voice, and he continued talking without even waiting for Dean Lawrence to confirm him.
"Yes, how could you contain the Holy Grail so easily? How could the illusory will allow you to touch it so easily?"
"It's true, my research is right!"
As the emotions agitated, countless bulges appeared under the clothes, as if the human figure that was struggling to maintain would completely collapse in the next second.
"Quiet, doctor."
His madness was suddenly interrupted by Dean Lawrence, who held up his finger to his mouth, as if to warn him not to awaken some sleeping monster.
"The will of the Holy Grail escaped as early as the night of the Holy Advent. What is sealed in the sacred coffin is only the flesh and blood of the dying, but even the flesh and blood of the dying will have such great power..."
He gently touched his chest, beneath which was the twisted and hateful flesh and blood.
The doctor seemed to have calmed down and looked very happy.
"I'm starting to like you, Dean Lawrence. We are indeed the same kind."
Looking at Dean Lawrence, he continued.
"Then let's do the surgery quickly and implant the remaining flesh and blood into your body... To be honest, I thought you wouldn't survive the operation. After all, it's the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail."
For a crazy scholar, truth is the perfect temptation.
Dean Lawrence shook his head at this.
"It's not the right time yet, I need time to get used to it."
As if he has everything in his hands, Dean Lawrence always gives people a calm feeling. No matter how bad and dangerous the situation is, he can easily solve it.
For some reason, Horner's appearance suddenly flashed back in his mind. It has to be said that this mediocre child really left a deep impression on Dean Lawrence.
But his goal has been achieved, and Horner's life or death doesn't matter.
Dean Lawrence has successfully determined the location of the Perpetual Pump through Horner, not to mention that he has also implanted a new "beacon" in it.
Ovis...or Lancelot, he received a huge erosion on the night of the battle with Dean Lawrence, and that erosion still remains, providing a way for Dean Lawrence to travel through the [gap] and arrive. beacon.
"Ah...what a joy."
The epidemic doctor seemed to be still immersed in his own happiness.
"Dean Lawrence, I hope you can live for a while longer and not die so easily. There are not many experimental subjects like you who can do research with me casually."
"Don't worry about this. I know very well when I will die. It's not the time yet."
The epidemic doctor was stunned, and then smiled even more happily.
"Yeah, we won't die until we achieve our goal...what does that say?"
The epidemic doctor suddenly became serious, and these words were like his creed.
"The idealist is hopeless. If he is thrown out of heaven, he will create an ideal hell."
Dean Lawrence listened quietly, as if he was recalling something in his eyes.
They are all hopeless idealists, fearless for their own ideal country.
"Remember when you asked me why I wasn't afraid of death?"
Dean Lawrence suddenly asked.
Implanting the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail is an extremely dangerous thing. It is even said that when the epidemic doctor implants the flesh and blood into the body of Dean Lawrence, he will be corroded by the terrible power and become a demon. But he survived, it is simply Medical miracle.
"Epidemic doctor, my power is Shang Da'an, who can predict the future."
He said somewhat deeply.
"I can see a short time in the future, a very short time, but even that makes me invincible."
The epidemic doctor listened quietly. He looked at Dean Lawrence, and a kind smile appeared on his old face. It was a smile from the heart.
"About...a few decades ago? Or 100 years ago...I lived for too long, so long that my memory is no longer reliable...the secret blood turned me into a monster."
He talks about his past.
"I didn't have my own name at that time, just a short code name. At that time, the Holy Gospel Papal State dominated the Western world. At that time, the Glorious War seemed to have just begun..."
It was such a long time ago that even the memories took on an old color and everything became so blurry, as if the paper had been soaked in water and the words were blurred and unrecognizable.
"It was an accident that changed my life. My power was stimulated to the maximum... I saw the future, a very distant future."
Dean Lawrence looked at the epidemic doctor with the same look under the mask, a fanatical look.
"What do you see?"
The doctor looked extremely curious.
"The future, the distant future, the future of the Demon Hunting Order, the future of the Evangelical Church, the future of the world...even my own future."
As if realizing something, the epidemic doctor asked softly.
"You foresaw your own death?"
Dean Lawrence nodded easily. Such a heavy thing seemed not worth mentioning, so he continued talking.
"Yes, my own death... I have become fearless since then, because I know very well when my death date is. As long as that day does not come, I will not die, no matter what I face danger."
"Is that what gave you the courage to implant the Holy Grail?"
As long as that day does not come, Dean Lawrence will not die, but when that day comes, no matter what efforts he makes, he cannot reverse the death date.
It's an amazing feeling.
he replied.
"probably."
A sudden silence enveloped the conversation. The two people were strangely silent. Sometimes they would look at each other, but then quickly leave. Only the carriage continued to move forward. This lasted for a long time until the epidemic doctor asked again.
"How did you die?"
Perhaps realizing that his question was somewhat inappropriate, the epidemic doctor quickly organized his words and asked again.
"You...died for your ideal?"
Dean Lawrence was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect him to ask such a question, so he thought about it and answered.
"Yes."
The doctor suddenly held Dean Lawrence's hand tightly. His body twitched under his clothes. He looked extremely happy.
"I envy you, Lawrence!"
This enthusiasm made Dean Lawrence stunned, and the epidemic doctor in front of him was extremely excited.
he said excitedly.
"It's great to die for your ideals!"
The carriage slowly stopped, and outside the window was the central railway station of Old Dunling. A train bound for the port of Rendona was waiting for them. Dean Lawrence looked at the epidemic doctor in front of him dully, his eyes seemed to be penetrating The beak mask, to observe the flesh and blood underneath.
After an unknown amount of time, Dean Lawrence smiled.
"Yeah, that's great."
(End of this chapter)