Embers of Embers

Chapter 688
Gaulnaro, port of Maluri.
Lawrence stood by the railing, staring at the neatly arranged warships on the sea. The sea breeze blew in, pushing the waves and hitting the bricks and stones beneath him.
With the conflict in the Baishio Strait, the garrison at Maruri Port is also gradually increasing. As a logistics base, it maintains the continuation of the war, but in addition to those warships sent to the Baishio Strait, some warships without numbers There are more in the port.
Some officers expressed doubts about this. Not only these mysterious warships, but also more and more strange soldiers appeared in the field of vision. They tried to trace the ownership of these warships, but in the end they all encountered a fog that made it difficult to pry through.
"The eve of the war..."
Lawrence whispered, stretched out his hand, and felt the cool evening breeze.
Now Maluli Port is in a very delicate scene. Believers are walking on the streets holding candles and chanting low-pitched prayers, like an endless song, reverberating around the city.
But under this peaceful sanctity, there are constant nightmares and war preparations. The cold warships crash into the sacred prayers and speed on the turbulent sea.
"Didn't the war already begin?"
The sound rang out, and Corey walked slowly from the other side. He was covered with a thick coat, which not only protected against the wind and cold, but also covered the arm that was broken in the battle.
"No, I mean my war."
Lawrence said faintly, like an evil ghost that had been hiding in the darkness for a long time.
The conflict in the White Tide Strait, and even the disputes between countries, none of this is what he wants, it is just the only way to achieve his goal.
"Your war..." Chris tasted the word, and then asked, "So you came to me, what's the matter?"
"It's about our next move."
Lawrence spoke very slowly, like a slow old man.
"It's time to start now."
"what are you going to do?"
"War, a war for the benefit of all."
Lawrence moved his eyes away from the battleship on the sea and fell on Corey. In order to survive, Corey also had forbidden secret blood rolling in his body.
He became a monster for the same reason as Lawrence, they both wanted to see the future of destruction.
"This is a passive war after all. I think Cornell is worried and panicked now, isn't he?"
Lawrence said that the outbreak of this war was the guidance of the builders of the country. They needed to reduce the population enough before the Unspeakable woke up. The conspiracy of the Viking countries could only be exploited by them.
"No matter what the outcome of the White Tide Strait, in fact the real enemy of Gallonaro remains unaffected."
Listening to his words, Corey couldn't help but think of that sacred land.
"The Holy Evangelical Papal State...are you planning to go to war against the Holy Evangelical Papal State?"
A little excitement and surprise flashed across Corey's face, but the expression soon faded, and he said seriously.
"This is not feasible. If we go to war against the Holy Gospel Papal State, the battle line will undoubtedly be stretched very long, and we will face the pressure of three enemy countries at the same time..."
"No, Corey, the situation is not as bad as you think, and the world is not as simple as you think."
Lawrence interrupted Corey. With the help of [Gap], he had already spied on the disaster overflowing in the Seven Hills. Now they are marching towards the Holy Gospel Papal State. It is even difficult for them to organize effective forces to resist. After all, The greatest disaster will break out in that sacred place.
There are also...the people who built the country.
The world is a chessboard. No matter what camp they are in, they are all chess pieces in the hands of those who built the country. These ancient groups who have inherited the will of the secret keepers secretly control the direction of the world, maintaining humankind and the unspeakable. balance between them.
Therefore, the current crazy world war is not irreconcilable, as long as the goals of the nation builders are achieved, and this is what Lawrence wants.
"There is a disaster within the House of Seven Hills, a disaster that is far crazier than the world war... My army has been assembled, and we will advance silently to the Holy Evangelical Papal State, where you and I loathe Everything was smashed to pieces."
Lawrence's words were magical, painting a picture of hell in Currie's mind.
Corey has always wanted to see the collapse and destruction of faith. For this reason, he was even willing to swallow forbidden secret blood and become a filthy monster.
Lawrence persuaded him, but his responsibilities did not allow him to do such a crazy thing.
"I need to talk to Cornell..."
"Don't worry about Cornell, he will allow it. Maybe the secret approval is being sent here. We just need to prepare everything."
Lawrence smiled as if he knew everything.
After inheriting the throne, Cornell will come into contact with the mysterious group of nation-builders sooner or later. He believes that these nation-builders are willing to take a gamble. Even if they fail, it will not matter. They only need to continue the world war according to the original plan. Just fine.
What's more, this is just a request for permission. Lawrence never needs their permission. He himself is a crazy disaster.
"So are you getting closer to the doomsday you predicted?"
Corey suppressed his inner restlessness and asked.
"maybe."
The scarlet ocean flashed through his mind, and Lawrence didn't know it clearly.
"Why are you so obsessed with an apocalypse like this? Just because you're going to die there?"
"It's just curiosity, I just want to follow a fixed route, just as the prophecy said.
To fight, to advance, to fight and die.
What's more, there is something even more fascinating after that. "
Lawrence spoke affectionately, but this deep feeling carried the ultimate madness to Corey. From the moment he knew him, Corey could feel that Lawrence had changed a lot. He kept sliding into the darkness of disorder, unable to redeem.
"what?"
"future."
"future?"
"Yeah, an unknown future, aren't you curious? What will the world look like after such an apocalypse?"
Lawrence suggested something that Curry had never thought of.
"According to the prophecy, you should be dead by then."
Currie said, and Lawrence laughed.
His eyes were full of doubts, and then he thought of something, Corey asked.
"Have you...after that, have you ever tried to look at that future again?"
Everything is hypocritical. Lawrence came here entirely because of the curse-like prophecy. After that, he was like a puppet, controlled by the thread of fate, and moved forward according to the established destiny.
Lawrence nodded and then said.
"I have tried many times, but just like fate, I was destined to know everything about that tragedy at that time, and I will never be able to see it again after that."
"You believe in your 'fate' so much, and do you really only see this? Are you telling the truth? Lawrence."
Corey continued to ask, staring at the cold mask.
Lawrence has been wearing the mask for so long that Corey has almost forgotten his original appearance. Facing him, all he feels now is a bone-chilling chill in his heart.
After the ecstasy of destroying his faith, the icy night wind hit, and Corey calmed down a little, followed by endless fear.
Corey regretted it a little. Only now did he realize the price of the deal with the devil, and endless doubts rose in his heart.
Was Lawrence's prediction correct?
How can we be sure that this prophecy is true or false?He even asked whether this was just a hallucination of Lawrence's. After all, he also said that he had never predicted this far, and it was simply impossible for this to happen.
Cold sweat soaked Corey's clothes. He couldn't see Lawrence's expression. He only felt that in the deep darkness under the mask, there were countless hateful souls praying for peace.
If...if this is wrong, then Lawrence, a crazy believer in destiny, is following the wrong path to this day.
Did Lawrence ever think about this?
Another thought flashed through his mind. Corey felt that Lawrence was not an idiot. On the contrary, he was cunning and strong-willed. He had thought of these things, and it was impossible that Lawrence had not thought of them.
So did he ever doubt himself?In the failure after failure, did he ever think about the error of the prophecy?
Or, just like those fanatic believers, they are deceiving themselves and others and moving forward. Even if the truth is full of holes, they still don't want to believe it. Instead, they follow their goals and continue to move forward blindly.
There was an ugly smile on Curry's face. They laughed at the fanatics, but they themselves were the most ridiculous fanatics. This is a crazy world, and only crazy fanatics can move forward steadily amidst the storm and thunder.
"Is it true? It should all be true."
Lawrence seemed to notice the change in Corey, and he said softly.
"But if there's something hidden, it's there."
"What are you hiding?" Hearing this, a little hope rose in Corey's eyes.
"Something... I'm not sure about. Anyway, after the end, I saw some interesting things."
Lawrence's voice became lighter and lighter, like an old man telling ancient dusty stories.
"After the scarlet disaster, I saw a sky that was dyed golden by the sunlight in the early morning..."
"It sounds like a hallucination."
"Yes, that's why I never mention this to anyone. If you don't ask, I will almost forget it. After all, the scarlet of the doomsday is so ferocious and affects my mind."
The two fell into silence, and it was difficult for Curry to describe his feelings. They were like boulders rolling down from a high mountain. Even if they knew their mistakes, there was no turning back.
There are countless battleships docked on the sea outside the port, full of monsters carrying secret blood, they are eager to try, grinding their teeth and sucking blood.
"What have I done?"
Corey murmured to himself. He looked at his broken arm and felt that all this was like a nightmare from which he could not wake up.
"You are driven by your desires and are furious. You should not be confused, Corey. You should be happy now. Isn't everything you want close at hand?"
Lawrence didn't understand his confusion. After hearing these words, Corey smiled helplessly, and soon the smile became more and more ferocious.
He was right, Lawrence was right, and Curry began to understand him. In this crazy world, it is very difficult to maintain reason, but if there is only one goal to move forward, right or wrong, they will meet Returns, both good and bad.
"We can go, Corey. You should also want to set foot on that sacred ground with me, right?"
Lawrence said suddenly, and in the darkness not far away, there were people walking towards here. Through the dim light, Curry could see the metallic luster reflected on them.
With sharp knives and guns, these are well-equipped soldiers. They wear masks similar to Lawrence's, like the imperial army guarding the king.
Lawrence looked at Corey, the darkness under the mask was rolling white, and his voice was filled with a twisted smile.
"Just now, His Majesty Cornel allowed us to start the war."
Corey froze, staring at the will-o'-the-wisp in the darkness, his body trembling slightly.
In the gaps between conversations with himself, Lawrence was wandering in the endless wilderness, doing all this easily.
"You...convinced him?"
"He just made the right decision."
Lawrence said meaningfully.
The builders of the country should have known about the terror of Lawrence through Lorenzo. It was a very unwise decision to restrict this monster. Moreover, the purpose of this monster is also the same as that of the builders to a certain extent. It is better to drive away wolves and devour tigers.
Lawrence guessed that they would not indulge themselves so completely. He should be able to see more familiar faces in that familiar homeland.
"Lorenzo Holmes..."
Lawrence whispered the name with relief.
Lorenzo Holmes was indeed his best student. He returned from the Silent Sea and killed Roger and Adren. His achievements were enough to be recorded in the history of the Demon Hunting Order. Unfortunately, after the end of the world, , regardless of victory or defeat, all this will be buried and destined to be forgotten.
"Let's go, Corey."
Lawrence greeted Corey, and surrounded by soldiers, they walked onto the dock and boarded the battleship that was already ready.
Loaded with legions of secret blood, they quietly left the port and headed into the deepest part of the night.
"Cory."
In the oppressive silence, Lawrence said suddenly.
Corey looked at him and only listened to him talking to himself.
"Whether it's true or false, someone always needs to practice it and see it with their own eyes, even if it's not for myself, but for those who are willing to believe in me and die for it."
Corey asked, seeming to understand.
"Why did you suddenly talk about this?"
"Just thinking about some old friends."
Lawrence looked to the north and spoke calmly.
Moving forward silently, Lawrence stared at the darkness, vaguely, he seemed to be able to see the sky through the darkness, the golden sky.
In a trance, there seemed to be soft sunlight falling, gently brushing against his tired and furious will.
(End of this chapter)