Embers of Embers

Chapter 535 Gods Walk the Earth
When the blazing sun rises to its most furious, it is also the moment when it begins to decline. The spreading fireworks suddenly go out, the extreme temperature drops sharply, and the bright light that burns the eyes disappears in the blink of an eye, leaving only a place of burning remains. Scorched earth.
Lorenzo stood alone on the scorched earth, the staff and sword in his hand slowly cooling until the red-hot metal returned to calm.
Shrike looked at Lorenzo's back. At this moment, he once again realized how powerful Lorenzo was. As time went by, while the demon hunter in front of him became more and more human-like, he also mastered more taboos. the power of.
"False God..."
Whispering those disturbing words, Shrike couldn't help but raise the death knell in his hand and pointed the gun at Lorenzo.
He didn't know why he did this, but in a daze he raised his hand uncontrollably, as if instinctively, derived from the instinct of living things, to eliminate this extreme threat.
There is a cold wind blowing, driving away the harsh sweltering heat.
Shrike shuddered, like waking up from a big dream. He looked at the muzzle of his raised gun in confusion, and dropped it in a panic. In the distance, Lorenzo finally made a move.
"So... Michael is exhausted?"
Lorenzo's face fell, and he leaned hard on his staff and sword to prevent himself from falling due to exhaustion.
This is the true power, Michael, who dominates the "burning" command and holds the flaming sword that defends the kingdom of heaven.
But as Lorenzo understands, there is a price for what is demanded. The price brought by Power Michael is the same as its effect, which is burning. Lorenzo himself is burning with the enemies, just Like the shortcomings of Quan Neng Shanda's salary, this is the shortcoming of Quan Neng Michael.
When the power is unfolding, Lorenzo can clearly feel that he is not in the radiation range of the power, just like the eye of the storm at the center of the storm. Lorenzo, who is in the center of high temperature, has no temperature fluctuations, allowing him to avoid himself. Also burned.
But this is only temporary. As the power is activated, more and more violent power is released, and the temperature of the center gradually increases until Lorenzo can no longer control it and loses control.
At a certain moment just now, Lorenzo almost "exploded" Power Michael. He didn't know what it would cause, but judging from the scorched earth now, he who was in the center of the thermal energy storm must have Nothing good ends.
In order to control this power accurately, it takes a lot of effort, not physical fatigue, but mental fatigue, and while releasing this power, Lorenzo is also suffering from erosion.
Breathing in the cold air, Lorenzo's consciousness became clearer.
This is a very powerful force, but it also has great backlash and can easily get out of control. With it, Lorenzo is like a huge human-shaped incendiary bomb, but if this burning fire is used improperly, it will take him with it. Die together.
"Perhaps we can try to use both powers together."
Lorenzo thought for a while, thinking about the effect of this extremely offensive power against the armored Metazord, but he was just thinking about it. Lorenzo didn't want to experiment on himself if it was not necessary.
At a glance, he can be regarded as the last orthodox demon hunter. Just like a rare animal, his life is very precious.
"But is this a rule? Everything has a price."
Lorenzo said softly.
Among the known powers, there is basically no intuitive lethality, but there are many restrictions. Power Michael is the only direct lethal power, and its restrictions are even greater. If you are not careful, you will be destroyed. He was also dragged into the sea of ​​fire. As for the power Gabriel...
Thinking of this power, Lorenzo felt that he was in darkness. He moved along the road under his feet, but could not see clearly what was at the end of the road.
"Lorenzo!"
The shrike's shouting woke Lorenzo from his thoughts. He slowly turned around and saw the shrike standing behind the gate.
"It looks like everything has been resolved?"
Shrike ran over quickly, and as soon as he stepped into the scorched earth, he felt a stifling heat. Even after the power was removed, the heat could not dissipate.
"Probably, at least these have been resolved for now."
Lorenzo glanced at the corpses on the scorched earth. They had all turned into pitch-black bodies. Some of the bodies began to collapse and turned into ashes on the ground. There were still some residual fires burning, but they were just lingering.
His eyes were a little distracted, Lorenzo unconsciously held the sword and felt the pain and reality coming from the palm of his hand.
Power Gabriel is a certificate, a certificate leading to sublimation. After obtaining it, Lorenzo's will can carry multiple powers, Power Metanzo, Power Michael, Power Gabriel List……
"What if... if we say that hundreds of years ago, or even more distant times, if such a demon hunter came here and released such power, turning the frozen soil into scorched earth, destroying the cold and solid ice, and together with Burning the enemy to ashes together..."
Lorenzo's eyes swept across the ashes, and finally landed on the shrike's face.
"If you were someone who was lucky enough to see this, what would you think?"
Shrike was startled, and then said expressionlessly.
"God."
Lorenzo smiled.
"We are getting closer to the truth, Shrike."
In the age of ignorance, people with power were the gods walking on the land. Maybe the pioneer was really the incarnation of Odin, or maybe he was really immortal.
Lorenzo has always had an indescribable... weird feeling towards the nation-builders. How can an organization that has castrated technology and only relied on ideas to maintain its continuity for thousands of years?
Even if a highly pure organization like the Demon Hunting Order inevitably declines in the end, how can they continue?
Power Gabriel.
Over the long years, bodies have been iterated one after another. They are like passers-by, watching the changes in the world, only taking action at critical moments to disturb the direction of the world.
If Lorenzo's guess is correct, then the end of the world in Inervig's words overlaps with the place of revelation of the Evangelical Church, and they have the same origin.
"So... where is Floki?"
Lorenzo then looked at Galen behind the door. Although he had a smile on his face, his words were full of threats.
Nowadays, the Ice Bay is a place full of troubles and disputes. Maybe what Lorenzo just solved was just the first wave of the Society of the End's offensive. There may be a second and third wave next, as well as the kings who are watching on the sidelines. With the lords.
Garen's heart sank. He thought he was saved, but he didn't expect that the other party's target was also Floki, and...
The melodious bell rang, Shrike pulled the death knell, and the bullet fell in front of Galen, who looked unhappy.
"Where's Floki Wilgadasen?"
Shrike repeated again.
There is still a faint light of fire on the scorched earth, and the two of them are like the gods of death, giving Garen and others a sense of despair far beyond that of the Club of the End. At least the guys of the Club of the End can still be killed, but after seeing Lorenzo's flames In the end, no one felt they could compete with it.
Garen laughed miserably, his voice breaking as he stared at the death knell in Shrike's hand.
"I remember the gun, so it's you, right? You did come back."
This revolver that only exists in the story, Gallon heard Floki mention it, he said that one day, someone will come to him with this gun, but he didn't expect it to be today.
"Old friend?"
Lorenzo asked, it seems that Gallon is very familiar with Shrike, at least familiar with his gun.
"I don't know him. Only Floki and I survived that voyage," Shrike said calmly. "It was probably Floki who told the story of the Silent Sea."
"Is that so?"
Lorenzo did not continue to ask. When Shrike told the story, he realized that Shrike was hiding something. His story was composed of most of the truth and a small part of lies. The overall story was still true, but Lorenzo I suspect something is false.
Like how he survived.
There is no need to ask, neither Lorenzo nor the Shrike are good people. They all have a dirty and muddy corner deep in their hearts, waiting for the day of judgment and being exposed to the scorching sun.
Lorenzo felt that day was coming soon.
"Do you want to resist?"
Shrike raised his gun. The previous firing was just a deterrent, but now the gun was pointed at Garen's head. He was not kidding.
Garen shook his head, and with the help of his deputy, he stood up with difficulty. He glanced at the eyes of the people around him. Some people were swallowed by despair, and some were holding weapons and wanted to try again.
"It's unnecessary. We can't even resist the offensive of the Final Society, let alone you."
Garen let out a long sigh and motioned for the two of them to follow.
A few soldiers were left at the gate, and the rest followed Garen back to the building. Everyone rested and reorganized their weapons. It was a long night, and no one knew what would happen next.
Watching the night warily
Gradually, one soldier after another was sent out by Gallon, leaving only him and his deputy, Lorenzo and Shrike in the team.
"Why do you want to take away the others? Why, lead us into a trap and try to fight back?"
Lorenzo followed Garen and asked directly.
"You are really vigilant," Garen paused and looked at the formidable stranger. "I am indeed driving them away, but this has nothing to do with traps? What's more, traps can really kill you. ?"
Lorenzo didn't respond. He continued to follow Galen. The corridors here were as complex as a maze. When passing some forks, Lorenzo could feel something at the end of the road. But now Floki was the most important, and Lorenzo didn't. He paid too much attention and kept following Garen.
"You don't want others to see Floki. What happened to him?" Shrike saw through Garen's intention.
"He's sick, a disease I've never seen before, and it's very sick."
Garen staggered forward, and the injuries on his bare feet were only briefly bandaged. As he advanced, blood was left on the ground.
"So this is real? Not a hoax."
Lorenzo was a little surprised. It seemed that Gallon was telling the truth, and Floki was indeed ill.
"Otherwise, and is there any need for me to deceive? I'm just his attendant, his servant... Perhaps decades ago, I still had the opportunity to usurp this territory, but now as long as the lord dies, this place will fall into a trap." I was lucky to survive the melee,” Gallon said.
"Then you are really loyal."
He praised Garen, but the death knell kept pointing at Garen's head, and Shrike followed behind him to prevent any small movements from Garen.
"Partly, I need my lord to live. Once he dies, Bingbingwan will fall into disputes. Where can I go then?" Garen said calmly.
"Before the civil war ended, there were expelled Vikings in each territory. Their own lords exiled themselves, and other territories would not accept them. These people would usually unite together and become free pirates. Some Living in various countries, some went to the outside world, or came to Lingbing Bay."
"Why are you here?" Lorenzo asked curiously.
"Because the lords here don't care about this. Lingbing Bay was a trading port in various countries a long time ago. The lords do not reject anyone who comes and allow them to live here. As long as they abide by their own rules, many exiles People came here to start a new life, and I am one of them."
Garen seemed to have aged many years. He tried to preserve Lingbing Bay from all forces, but tonight's sudden attack completely ended everything.
"Rather than for Lord Floki, I am more inclined to do it for this land. If he dies, such a land will cease to exist."
"He is not a qualified lord."
The deputy who had been silent said, "If he pursues power, if he stops being obsessed with the sea, if... all this will change."
"Then he will die miserably."
Lorenzo interrupted the deputy indifferently, "You are in such an important place and you still crave power?"
"It should be said that it is precisely because Floki doesn't care about these things that foreign countries and the lords feel at ease. Otherwise, Lingbing Bay would have been plunged into war."
The deputy said nothing.
"So this was your plan? Lorenzo, you wanted to do this from the beginning?"
At this time, Shrike asked. He could see a little light at the end of the corridor, torches burning quietly, and the wind blowing in the face. A vague door stood in it, waiting for the arrival of several people. visit.
"Otherwise? I remember what I said on the ship, find Floki, kidnap him, and leave. Don't worry about foreign countries and lords. We will do ours and they will fight for theirs."
This is Lorenzo's plan, simple and crude. Even if there is no attack from the Final Society, he is still planning one by himself. It can be said that he and the madmen like the Final Society thought of going together.
"But after you gave so many reasons, I still don't understand... why are you so obedient? Garen."
When he was still a few steps away from the gate, Lorenzo suddenly stopped, his staff and sword gently placed on Garon's neck, Lorenzo said very curiously.
"why?"
Garen didn't look back, he paused, then smiled.
"When you meet him, you understand."
(End of this chapter)