Embers of Embers

Chapter 682 The reincarnation of history [Thanks to the leader of the fleeting wine glass]
The Place of the Seven Hills, the Cathedral of Saint-Naro.
The Templar Knights are wandering on the edge of the Seven Hills and in the streets of the city. Normally, these knights rarely appear directly in the eyes of the world like this, but I don’t know when they started to appear more frequently and in greater numbers. Come more and more.
Someone once recalled that everything seemed to have started with the martial law at the Saint-Naro Cathedral a long time ago. As for why "a long time" was used, it was naturally that such martial law lasted for so long that the people almost forgot what all this was about. When it became like this, trying hard to recall, it is only vague, as if the Cathedral of Saint-Naro was so strict from the beginning.
Rather than the distance between man and God, it is better to say that one night, the Cathedral of Saint-Naro became a prison for the devil, deliberately maintaining a distance from the world...
"Irrelevant people leave as soon as possible!"
There were soldiers shouting on the streets, and not far away were the heavily armed Templar Knights, who maintained order on the scene.
As the Pope's hammer, believers have always trusted them, but in the face of the current demands of the Templar Knights, even if this order comes from the Pope, it is difficult for them to accept it.
"No, I can't leave!"
Someone was crying like this, with blood stains on his forehead, and kept kowtowing, praying for mercy.
Unfortunately, this failed to change his ending. The believers were dragged away by the soldiers and thrown into the slow-moving crowd. They formed a long team, guarded by soldiers and Templars, from the Seven Hills They overflowed in the corners of the place, gathered together on the main road, and were then driven out of the holy city.
The believers were all looking forward to the day when the martial law was lifted so that they could see the magnificent church from a distance. However, what followed was not the lifting of the martial law, but a deeper purification.
"I can hold on!"
Another believer shouted, his eyes were red, but he was quickly controlled by the soldiers.
As another person rioted, more believers also shouted together, some of them were too extreme and crazy, shouting blasphemous words.
"This place is invaded by darkness! They are crawling out of God's shadow!"
Another believer broke away from the team at some point. He stood on a high place and shouted to everyone.
"This sacred land will be polluted! We will defend it! Until the end!"
He yelled, and even though the soldiers beat him roughly with short sticks, he tried to get up and continue spreading his words.
These words were like a crazy spell, as if they had touched something. Many believers who lowered their heads slowly raised their heads, with another emotion flashing in their eyes. They clenched their fists, as if they wanted to overthrow these soldiers and protect this area. land.
Judging from their beliefs, even if they are swallowed by darkness and die on this land, it is a supreme honor.
"There is no darkness! God's light will always protect everything!"
The Templar Knight noticed these subtle changes, and he immediately shouted loudly, with a loud voice that struck the hearts of the believers like a bell.
This seems to have really shocked them, and they have become a lot more peaceful, but no one knows when the restlessness hidden in their hearts will rise again.
Even the Templar himself was like this. He looked at the driven away believers. The angry rebuke just now not only shocked the believers, but the Templar was also trying to scare away the fear in his heart.
He looked at his colleagues. Under the heavy helmet, in the darkness, he could see pairs of eyes similar to his own, and the same emotions were hidden under those eyes.
The hand holding the reins trembled slightly, and among the noise beside his ears, there were secret and strange murmurs.
Yeah, when did all this start?
It seemed to be a week ago, or maybe half a month ago, and the Templar couldn't remember clearly. In short, he was deliberately sure that all this happened after martial law.
At first, some people started to have nightmares. They dreamed of a hell where blood and bones intertwined, and they heard the sound of demons grinding their teeth and sucking blood at night.
At first, there were very few people like this. Even if someone said it, everyone thought that his belief was not pious enough, but gradually, this kind of nightmare engulfed more and more people. When they fall asleep, their eyes are dark, the whites of their eyes are bloodshot, and they look exhausted.
Gradually, such a nightmare seems to have become a consensus. Everyone knows what they are encountering, but they all keep silent in a tacit agreement, because they know very well that this is the most sacred city in the world, and they live with the great Pope. There is a piece of land. If there is any place in the world that is closest to heaven, then it must be here.
The devil will not attack these devout people, and they believe it.
The believers cannot convince themselves to believe the reality of this nightmare. If this nightmare is real and is torture from the devil, then what does it mean for them to be so pious and have such a pious belief?Ridiculous lie?
So they deceive themselves and others, and in order to defend their pathetic beliefs, they stubbornly regard abnormal nightmares as mental illness, and pray more and more devoutly until they fall into hysterical madness.
The believers were looking forward to the pope's appearance, but what they waited for in the end was expulsion. The pope did not explain the reason for all this, but just expelled most of the believers from the city, and even used the Knights Templar for this purpose.
Only those clergy with a certain rank were allowed to stay, with the minimum manpower to maintain the operation of the entire city.
"More and more believers are becoming dissatisfied. Some extreme guys even think that I have been occupied by the devil."
There were people talking in the corner of the street. They were in the shadows and silently watching the procession on the street.
Hearing the words of the visitor, Anthony couldn't help but smile. The smile caused the scars on his face to look extremely ferocious and evil.
"You actually still have such an idea? Then what do they want to do, cross your crown and burn it as a heretic?"
Anthony joked uncomfortably and turned to look at the visitor in the shadows.
"I think you've taken care of it, right?"
"Well, they have been dealt with, along with all the discordant voices, those families who are ready to make trouble, we have also issued a warning to them, and now everything is under control."
"That's good."
Hearing this, Anthony nodded, and then couldn't help but sigh.
"All this is really familiar."
He took out a cigarette and lit it, puffing away the smoke.
"Just like many years ago, I helped His Majesty put on the crown. In those days, we eradicated those discordant voices and drowned the opponents in the Tiber River... Now everything is happening again before our eyes."
Anthony narrowed his eyes, like a sharp sword.
"Samuel, inform other demon hunters to ensure that the Seven Hills are under our control no matter what."
Samuel responded, but he didn't leave in a hurry and asked again.
"I don't think you need to worry so much. As you said, all this has happened before. It just needs to happen again, and that time we won."
"Do you know what happened?"
After listening to the deputy's words, Anthony smiled and then asked.
"you mean……"
"This city, do you know what's happening to this city?"
Samuel shook his head. All of this is the highest secret. The only real insiders seem to be Anthony and His Majesty. Demon hunters like them are just tools to execute orders. Even martial law is said to be effective for them without any experience. Even they could not get close to the Cathedral of Saint-Naro if allowed.
"But I could feel the erosion coming. There was erosion all over the city, but I couldn't find the source of it all."
Samuel added that the nightmare of believers comes from the ubiquitous erosion, but whenever Samuel tries to chase the source of the erosion, he feels as if he is wrapped in erosion and is in the middle of the tide. …
Like...like this city, this whole is the source of erosion.
Thinking of this, Samuel's thoughts trembled a bit and he didn't dare to continue thinking.
Like many believers, he has pure faith, so in Samuel's view, heresies are simply fallacies. He will not allow himself to believe in such blasphemous things, such as this sacred city, which is the source of evil. .
"You still don't know anything. All this is like the history of reincarnation... So do you know what happened here many years ago?"
Anthony continued to ask. He was at ease, at least for the moment.
"You help me put on the crown..."
"No, no, no, I mean before the update," Anthony interrupted Samuel directly, "Think about it, what do you remember before the update?"
Samuel recalled, and then a taboo word popped into his mind. He felt a chill all over his body, and his heart seemed to have stopped for a second.
"Holy..."
"Shh..."
Anthony raised his finger and booed Samuel's words, as if it were some kind of spell that would come true if he said it.
"What I'm worried about is this. In the final analysis, defeating your opponent and becoming the Pope is just a struggle between people. But that kind of thing is not. It cannot be summarized simply by fighting between people."
"What the hell is going on?"
Samuel felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Seeing this, Anthony remained unfazed. Instead, he became interested and enjoyed the panic of his deputy.
"Don't worry too much, just play the role of tool."
Anthony remembered something next, and he continued.
"By the way, we may get some guests back later, some not so popular guests, they may come from Gaul Naluo, or they may come from Yin Erweg... In short, don't hinder them too much, they Maybe they are friends...at least for the time being."
After Anthony finished speaking, he threw away the half-burned cigarette in his hand. He walked onto the street, blended into the crowd, and quickly disappeared.
Samuel, who remained in the shadows, seemed a little at a loss. He seemed to know some secrets that he shouldn't know, but as Anthony's deputy, he knew all this, and it seemed natural.
It's just that all of this happened so suddenly that people were caught off guard.
"The night of the Holy... Advent."
Samuel couldn't help but mutter this word again. After the reorganization of the Demon Hunting Order, all information about the Night of Holy Advent was strictly sealed. Very few people knew about it. Even Samuel only knew a small part of it. That's all, but just such a corner is enough to bring huge fear.
He didn't know what would happen, but Samuel knew that perhaps a huge disaster would befall the city in the near future.
When Samuel thought of this, he couldn't help but cast his gaze into the distance. From here, he could vaguely see the spiers of the Saint-Naro Cathedral. They pierced the sky and remained unchanged for hundreds of years.
And at the core of it all, in the cold and dark stasis temple, the new pope is guarding here as always.
He knelt down beside the Well of Sublimation, and what he wore was no longer a gorgeous and exquisite robe, but armor made of pieces of solid and bright holy silver.
Just like Roger before, the new pope is now protected by a holy silver armor, with several nailed swords stored in front of him.
"So you succeeded?"
whispered the new pope.
In Lorenzo's plan, if Adren is not persuaded and becomes an enemy, Watson will secretly carry [Final Echo] and conduct a super-distance [Gap] invasion, and here, she will Using the new Pope as the hub, launch the final blow towards the Well of Ascension.
The new pope knew very well the risks of all this, but after thinking carefully, he accepted it calmly, put down the crown of holy silver, and waited for himself to be invaded.
But none of this happened, and news came from Old Dunling that the purification agency united with the anonymous people to solve the two troublesome guys.
Thinking of this, even the new Pope couldn't help but applaud them and praise their achievements.
[But is this really what you want? 】
A soft female voice sounded next to her ears. There was a seductiveness hidden in her voice, as if she were speaking from the most beautiful woman in the world.
[If this all ends, where will you go? 】
The sound was so clear that it easily penetrated the shield of the holy silver and reached his ears. The new pope's face was expressionless, as if he didn't hear it at all.
[If the demon disappears, do you demon hunters still have a purpose? 】
[Your foothold is not to protect humans, but humans' fear of monsters!Only with the fear of monsters can the demon hunters have a foothold in this world. 】
[Without demons, demon hunters are meaningless, and everything you believe in is just a ridiculous lie, which is abandoned in the dust of history in the face of ever-advancing technology. 】
[Do you really want all this glory to be cut off in your hands? 】
[Is this really...what you want? 】
The soft female voice gradually became violent, and finally turned into a sharp scream. In a trance, the new pope could see the souls of previous popes, and they angrily criticized their actions, but soon all this disappeared.
The new pope stood up suddenly, drew his nail sword and slashed forward, and then hot blood overflowed and fell to the ground.
"Shut up, monster."
The new pope stared at the demon crawling out of the well. Under his sword, the broken body fell feebly back into the darkness, but before falling, the demon tilted its head strangely and smiled hatefully at the new pope. .
[You won’t last long, I know that. 】
　As mentioned in the summary at the end of the volume, although people are less anxious, my bad work and rest schedule has not been corrected yet, resulting in my mental state being quite poor when typing, so there may be typos. Please give me more I'm sorry, I will modify it together after seeing it.
　
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