Embers of Embers

Chapter 173 Devil's Assassination
All known common sense has been wiped out, and the world of common sense has completely collapsed.
Lorenzo felt like he was in constant free fall, crashing into worlds one after another, falling from the streets of Old Dunling to the boundless ocean, until everything fell into strange darkness.
This is the world of the spirit, arising from the struggle between two consciousnesses.
Fury obscured Lorenzo's thinking. How could a metal blade cut into pieces a consciousness?Not to mention that everything is now based on spiritual foundation.
Lorenzo roared angrily, he was just a little bit away, just a little bit away from killing Dean Lawrence completely.
He poured all his resentment into it, but then he calmed down and carefully observed the darkness in front of him.
Be sensible, stay sensible.
After the rage, there was sober fear. Now his consciousness was entangled with the consciousness of Dean Lawrence. While he was affecting Dean Lawrence, Dean Lawrence was also affecting him.
"Watson!"
Lorenzo called, he had no idea about the battle in the [Gap], and now he could only place his hope on the weird pseudo-Holy Grail.
But there was no response, only Lorenzo's own voice echoed in the darkness, as if he was at the bottom of a deep well, and no one paid attention to his existence.
"Watson!"
Lorenzo roared again.
He made a deal with Watson that she would help Lorenzo kill Dean Lawrence, but now she no longer responds to Lorenzo's call.
Looking blankly into the darkness, no one answered, just like a child crying to himself, no one cared.
After a long silence, Lorenzo sneered.
Sure enough, this kind of ghost thing cannot be trusted!
Lorenzo was annoyed, but then the damn metaphor came to mind again.
Perhaps Watson was still abiding by the agreement, but it was a little special from her perspective.
Yes, in Watson's metaphor, she is a human being, and she is just a poor ant. How can a humble ant see the human scenery?
Thin sounds echoed in my ears, as if there were hundreds of snakes swimming around. The cold scales rubbed against each other, making a slight but cold sound.
Without an object to refer to, Lorenzo didn't even know how much time had passed here. It might have been days, but it might have been only a few minutes. The human will was fragile in the absolute darkness.
Perhaps people who have undergone prefrontal lobotomy surgery face this kind of world.
Nothing can go out, and no one can come in. Only desperate cries echo in this weird darkness.
No...that's not the case.
Lorenzo seemed to realize something. He looked into the darkness, and his somewhat confused eyes began to harden, like a stubborn stone.
"This is the spiritual world."
he emphasized, his voice thunderous.
Therefore, a crack appeared in the darkness, with light glowing in it, and then completely collapsed.
Behind the dark curtain was the familiar Dean Lawrence. He looked at Lorenzo and clapped his hands gently.
"You learn quickly, kid."
It's still the wilderness battlefield, but it's like going back in time. All the traces left by the previous battle have disappeared. Just like the [gap] with Lorenzo, no matter how it is destroyed, when Lorenzo returns again, it will still be there. There is a damn bench erected on the deserted ice field.
This time Lorenzo no longer had the rage before. He looked at Dean Lawrence calmly. As he said, this is a spiritual world. The common sense of the real world does not apply here. What can really dominate is the will. The strength and weakness.
It was Dean Lawrence's trap just now. If I didn't realize this, I'm afraid I would have fallen into the deep darkness, just like the erosion in a dream, becoming a puppet of a demon little by little.
"So...is this kind of thing just a decoration?"
He looked at his folding knife, which was still stained with blood. It seemed that Lorenzo's previous fights were all weak attacks.
"No, you did hurt me. At this moment, we are the embodiment of our will. If we kill each other, it will be the same as real death."
Dean Lawrence said slowly.
"You learn quickly. The first time I tried [Gap], I was much more embarrassed than you."
Lorenzo tightened his grip on the folding knife, hesitating.
He didn't know whether Dean Lawrence's words were true or false. This old man was very strange.
"We are the masters of this spiritual world, just like clay, we can mold it into different shapes at will."
Dean Lawrence waved his hand, and the dense red clouds were cleared, leaving nothing beside the bright red sun.
Lorenzo remembered this, and Medanzo had explained to him that when they have the power of [Gap], all of this will follow their ideas.
"If that's really the case, it would be interesting."
Lorenzo answered, and he clenched his hands fiercely, and then the entire ground began to collapse, and solid rocks rose up from under the surface, like a stone forest standing up, and intertwined spears forming a cage.
"Right, that is it."
Dean Lawrence nodded with a smile, not caring at all about the rocks that gradually enveloped him.
It seems that Lorenzo really doesn't understand the structure of this world. This is the spiritual world, the world of [gap]... Dean Lawrence's [gap].
This is his home court, and he has always held the initiative, but he has been showing weakness. Just like Lorenzo said, Lorenzo can find him while Dean Lawrence is corroding Lorenzo, and at this moment Lawrence The Patriarch is also infinitely close to Lorenzo, and he is gradually eroding Lorenzo, but he is not aware of it at all.
The folding knife flew by. Rather than the damage caused by the weapon, it was more like two wills fighting each other.
At the moment when they were about to make contact, Dean Lawrence suddenly burst out.
The rock shattered, dust rose up, and then a nailed sword missed the lowered folding knife and hit Lorenzo directly in the chest.
The strong armor resisted the advancement of the sword tip, but soon Reverend Lawrence deflected the sword edge, folded into the gap along the lines of the armor, and penetrated Lorenzo.
The erosion has begun.
Using the nailed sword as a medium, strange madness arose in Lorenzo's mind, and past memories began to flash in his field of vision, constantly overlapping, until the huge amount of information almost tore Lorenzo's mind apart.
This is the battle between wills. Everything before was a test by Dean Lawrence.
Then the painful familiarity comes, like when Lorenzo killed Horner.
This is how a will dies, except now it is Lorenzo who dies.
"My child, you have so much to learn. It's a pity that you don't have the chance."
Dean Lawrence's voice echoed in his ears. He had been preparing for all this for too long. He didn't know how long ago he knew about the power of [Gap], but he only really used it today.
He is like a leaf in the torrent, constantly rolling, being defeated and recast by the nameless power. The name "Lorenzo Holmes" is about to disappear in the violent erosion, using up his last strength, With the only reason he had, Lorenzo shouted.
"Watson!"
Whisper the devil's name, and she comes when summoned.
At this moment, the two wills are completely entangled. Dean Lawrence has caught Lorenzo, but in other words, Lorenzo has also caught him... Watson has caught him.
Then Dean Lawrence saw in horror the arm stretched out along Lorenzo's wound.
The white and slender arms were still stained with a little blood, and then she pulled hard, like a pregnant fetus, coming out of the mother's body.
She tore open Lorenzo's chest.
What a blasphemous scene, like a mysterious parasite, half of the woman's body extended out of Lorenzo's split body. She held the nail sword tightly, while the other A hand was placed on Dean Lawrence's cheek.
In any case, Dean Lawrence would not have thought that there was such a strange thing in Lorenzo's will. She was a seasoned predator, only waiting for the most critical moment to attack and assassinate.
She stroked her gently, and Dean Lawrence couldn't help but look into those eyes. On that delicate face, the familiar face flew by, and all the faces remembered in his mind flashed on it one by one.
Very strange.
Dean Lawrence calmed down instead. He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen this woman before.
What followed was unprecedented peace, and it seemed that it would be good to die like this at this moment.
He saw his old self in the woman's eyes, like overlapping mirrors extending continuously. Watson's eyes penetrated his field of vision and followed the [gap].
Her hand went all the way down, strangely integrating into his body...or rather into his will. She slowly grasped the beating heart and tightened it little by little.
In the remote port of Rendona, the doctor seemed to feel something. He looked to the other side of the cabin. Reverend Lawrence was sitting quietly on a chair. The chair was surrounded by melted red candles and wax. The oil flows along the lines that have been carved, like some mysterious sacrifice.
This is another mysterious alchemical matrix. Different from the "Winter" that maintains suppression, the function of this alchemical matrix is ​​to enhance the range of [Gap] shuttle. The scientific point is to enhance the signal coverage area, allowing Reverend Lawrence to be here even here. Old Dunling can also be reached.
The old man on the chair began to twitch slightly, and the epidemic doctor walked over curiously. In his impression, Dean Lawrence had never behaved like this when he shuttled through the [gap].
But then his steps stopped. It was an intuition that was hard to explain. It seemed that something was coming. Some kind of indescribable monster had arrived here...using the body of Dean Lawrence as the medium.
The doctor felt a chill in his heart, and then he saw blood dripping down, and blood was slowly gushing out from Dean Lawrence's closed eyes.
(End of this chapter)