Embers of Embers

Chapter 684
In the Seven Hills, riots gradually broke out, and madness and disorder gradually swallowed up those who felt their faith was broken. Fanatic believers roared and attacked the surroundings, but soon the Templar Knights appeared and suppressed the scene.
Gunshots and roars continued, but it seemed that this was not the time to lift the curtain. The panic lasted for a while and then stopped, and the well-equipped Templar Knights regained control of the scene.
This time they became more severe, their armor was stained with blood, they scolded the believers, and quickly drove them out of the city.
Most of the believers have also become docile. It is unclear whether they are really like this, or whether they are planning to explode in the next second.
Demon hunters walked through the shadows, and they secretly killed the most active fanatic believers. After losing these leaders, the believers were temporarily unable to make waves.
Such things kept happening and repeating themselves, until night fell and the holy city fell into silence.
There was a rare curfew in the Holy City, and the Templar Knights were guarding the streets. Outside the city, there was a larger number of Templar Knights, evacuating the believers, sending them back to their hometowns, or finding a place to stay. Place placement.
But what is known is that, no matter what, the believers must stay away from the holy city. Now they do not have swords in their hands, and they are still obedient, but no one knows what these believers will do when they have the power to resist .
The Templars tried not to think about this. Faith is a sharp double-edged sword, and now they have tasted the bitter pill, and in the darkness, more blood is flowing.
"This might be an opportunity."
Someone was hiding in a dark room, whispering.
"Since he became pope, things have gotten worse and worse for us. This man has no fucking idea what compromise means."
Someone is attached.
"It is said that Miguel is also dead. The exiles are gradually withering away. We can no longer look forward to them."
"This lunatic can slaughter so many families just to let him wear the crown, so will there be a next time, next time?"
There are also people who object and think it's not that bad.
"Maybe, maybe this time we should listen to him?"
The man's voice trembled with fear.
"You must have had nightmares too, dreaming about those hideous and terrifying things... maybe this is true? You should all know that legend, right?"
He swallowed and tried to muster up his courage.
"It is said that the Pope has an army composed of demons... Only the Cardinal is qualified to know a little bit."
Hearing this, people fell silent for a while.
"Cardinal...?"
Someone whispered, and then the whisper was filled with anger.
There used to be a cardinal in his family, but in the final stand, the cardinal stood in the wrong position. Everyone knows the outcome. The new pope cleared all obstacles and his The enemies either died in this holy city or fled overseas without any news.
He looked at the others. They were all once well-known families in the Holy City. They had always maintained a just right balance with the Pope, but with the emergence of the new Pope, everything was disrupted.
The balance was broken, and the new pope had a firm grip on everything, not giving them any room to breathe, so that these so-called families that had been honored for hundreds of years could only obey his orders completely.
Some people have surrendered, while others, like them, are still looking forward to change.
"We can use today's conflicts to confuse the fanatics. It is best to let them attack the St. Nalo Cathedral. I don't believe that the Pope will be indifferent to this. The more chaos, the more opportunities we have."
The man's voice was full of evil, and the other man wanted to refute him.
"But that nightmare is real. You must have dreamed about it too!"
He shouted loudly, and he could understand these people's dissatisfaction with the new pope, but he couldn't understand why these people could still remain greedy and crazy in the face of such a terrible nightmare.
"What... nightmare?"
Suddenly someone asked, and he looked over, and a slowly distorted and evil face came into his eyes. He was so frightened that even his breathing stopped for a moment.
"Have you been having nightmares lately?"
The man continued to ask.
He couldn't say anything. The nightmare was real and the evil was real. Sadly, this unknown power of hatred had already devoured these people and turned them into puppets of darkness.
"No...it's nothing. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
He stood up and walked to the door as he said that. He didn't want to stay here for a moment longer.
Watching his retreating figure, several people stood up and followed him silently, holding bright silver knives in their hands.
This was a secret, even heretical meeting, and they would not allow accidents to happen.
Just when the man opened the door and was about to leave, the shining blade was hanging high behind him. At the moment of life and death, he opened the door, and the dim firelight fell, outlining the dark figures one after another in the courtyard.
The man was stunned. These figures were like ghosts, silent. No one knew how long they had been here.
But soon the man lost the ability to think. The sharp nail sword stabbed out from one side and cut off his neck accurately. The other party swung the sword very quickly, and even the blood did not spill out too much. His head was so weak. It rolled down, and it took a few seconds for blood to spill out.
"Clear this place."
A low voice came from the darkness.
The next moment, more black shadows began to invade the building. The man with the knife was killed before he could resist. The strange movement woke up the people in the room. They took up their weapons and prepared to fight to the death. Some people knelt on the ground. Crying loudly.
"The demons are coming! They are coming!"
He told the terrifying legend.
"The demons being kept under the Cathedral of Saint-Naro!"
Accompanied by a loud shout, the sound of metal cutting flesh continued, and blood and minced flesh overflowed, covering every corner of the room.
The swords of the demon hunters slit their throats quickly and accurately, and they didn't even have a chance to wail. They fell down clutching their bleeding throats and died silently.
"Okay, time to go to the next one."
Samuel put away his nail sword and said to the other shadows.
This is destined to be a disturbing sleepless night, and tonight is just the beginning of it all. With the invasion of nightmares, believers are driven away, and there are too many people who want to use some dirty things in the chaos. Use dirty means to achieve your own interests.
Samuel actually didn't know why the new pope did this, but as a demon hunter, he still adhered to the principles and followed the orders.
"Let's go!"
After he finished speaking, he took the demon hunters and disappeared into the night again. The killing tonight was far from over.
In the Holy City, the candles on the streets were burning quietly. Perhaps because there were no believers to maintain them, the firelight was much weaker tonight. The whole city was like an extinguished torch, swaying in the wind.
Among the towering spiers, some believers were hiding and opened their windows, and she looked at the city.
"The monster under the well is about to crawl out."
Watson's eyes were solemn. After the super-distance [gap] invasion, she could arrive here very quickly. After the heavy rain in Old Dunling ended, she often traveled back and forth between the two places to observe the situation here.
Judging from the information she has received so far, things are not going well in Qiqiu. The Unspeakable One is aware of human intentions. Although it is forced into a long sleep, it is still trying to use sleep talking to interfere with the world.
The once holy city may become the last battlefield.
She was thinking like this, but did not rush deep into the Temple of Stasis. Watson knew very well how deep his ascension was. After the death of Edlon and Roger, he would be the most likely to attract the attention of the Unspeakable. exist.
how should I do it?
Watson couldn't think of any good way for a while. She was carrying [Final Echo]. It stands to reason that at this moment, she could go directly into the well of sublimation and give it a fatal blow, which might end all this.
But Watson stopped, as if he was afraid of something.
Is it death?
The aftermath of [Forget River] is enough to affect Edron and Roger, not to mention the more powerful [Final Echo]. The moment I release it, maybe it will be affected by the backlash and destroyed together.
But Watson felt that she was not afraid of death. In fact, she had already died once, and now she was just a ghost lingering in the world.
So what are you afraid of?
[Become another monster. 】
His pupils tightened into points, and his breathing became much faster.
Watson almost walked into that trap.
This was the case with Edron and Roger at the beginning. They obtained the certificate of sublimation, and then tried to go deep into the well of sublimation to end it all, but what finally ushered in was not the end, but the beginning of a nightmare.
Watson didn't know what they encountered under the Well of Ascension, but as her last chance as a human being, she couldn't move forward rashly.
"Are you here for the 'rehearsal' too? This is the last performance."
An old voice sounded, and Watson turned his head, only to see another believer approaching here at some point. His figure was hidden in the gray robe, and his face could not be seen clearly.
"Lawrence..."
Watson whispered, and the evil aura almost overflowing from the believer made her immediately recognize the existence in front of her.
Yes, apart from himself, there is another crazier and uncontrollable monster in this world, Dean Lawrence.
"It's been a long time since I've been here physically. Relying on these bodies just doesn't seem real enough."
Lawrence looked out the window and muttered to himself.
"What do you want to do?"
Watson was extremely vigilant. In her opinion, Lawrence was different from many enemies.
Most of the powerful enemies she and Lorenzo encountered were traceable, and you could more or less know their thoughts, but Lawrence was different.
He is a very contradictory person.
Watson knew that what he wanted was that war. In the future he foresaw, that crazy war, but no one knew how far this madman would go for such a war. He had already turned himself into Monster, but Watson still feels that this is not the end of Lawrence.
Looking at him is like looking into a dark abyss. You never know what kind of monster will crawl out of the darkness.
"It's nothing, I'm just moving forward with my own destiny."
Lawrence burst into laughter. He looked really happy. The long-awaited end was just around the corner.
"Do you just believe in fate?" Watson suddenly asked, "Believe blindly and stubbornly, just like the fool in the story."
"Probably, after all, that is the future that I have seen with my own eyes. I will never disbelieve in myself, right?"
Rarely, the two did not start a war, but chatted.
"So this is your burial place? Did you chase him for so long just to find a grave for yourself?" Watson didn't understand.
"Maybe, sometimes I really feel fatalistic."
Lawrence actually thought about it seriously. He had gone too far, and sometimes he couldn't see himself clearly.
"This sounds really stupid. For a monster like you, is it actually a ridiculous fate that binds you? Follow it and die."
"Maybe it's just that ridiculous. It's this fate that prompted me to do so many crazy actions... But none of that matters anymore. My goal is about to be achieved, isn't it?"
"Pathetic Faithful."
Watson mocked unabashedly. In her eyes, Lawrence was a twisted and deformed monster. Although this was also the case, he split his consciousness and carried countless broken [gaps]. The increasingly bloated load made him His will has long been exhausted, and what has supported Lawrence to this point is that vain fate.
She disappeared, and after making a mockery, Watson left without a trace, and the body entrusted by her collapsed feebly, leaving Lawrence alone.
"Pathetic...fate believer?"
Lawrence whispered, savoring the word, then smiled.
He has lived for too long, and has invaded too many [Gaps]. The endless fragments distorted his consciousness into the appearance of a monster. In the end, he remembered very little.
Lawrence remembers...
He remembered that it was not like this at the beginning. He remembered that after the fate that he stubbornly insisted on, something else seemed to come, but he couldn't remember it clearly.
Lawrence is like a puppet, a slave bound by his own destiny. He chooses betrayal and embarks on a crazy and taboo road. He advances all the way, becoming more depraved and crazy.
Under all these sacrifices, he seemed to remember that there was something else besides fate, but maybe he was too immersed in the fight of fate, and that trivial wish had long been forgotten.
"What did that come from? Lorenzo Medici."
For some reason, Lawrence recalled the appearance of his old friend in his mind at this moment.
He thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't remember it, but Lawrence didn't panic. He still believed in his destiny and remembered the end of this destiny. He believed that as long as he kept going, he would pick up what he had forgotten.
Yes, that's it, this long journey is finally coming to an end.
(End of this chapter)