Embers of Embers

Chapter 707 Homecoming
The Templars were screaming, crying, and praying constantly, begging for mercy from the illusory gods. Under the cruelty of blood and fire, they were more pious than ever before and almost sacrificed their whole bodies and souls. It's like giving it to a god, but even with such piety, it can't be exchanged for anything. The demons are still advancing, and the defense lines organized by mortals are fragile in front of the fangs and claws.
The Medici Square turned into a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood, the corpses collapsed in a blurred state, and the blood flowed through the cracks in the bricks and seeped into the ground.
The blazing firelight reflected on the bronze statue of Lorenzo Medici in the center. The luster and blood distorted the face of the sculpture, as if an evil spirit was living on it. At this moment, the bronze statue came to life, enjoying their death. with pain.
Fear captured the hearts of these people. With no one under the control of anyone who could suppress the fear and face it all, they fought independently in chaos, like sheep whose fences were broken open, facing the incoming hungry wolves. , can only run tiredly.
"Someone...someone come and save me."
Some Templar knights made such calls for help. He stood inside the defense line. From here, he could clearly see the advancing demons and the Templar knights fighting with them at the front.
His body was shaking violently, and he couldn't even hold the sword anymore. He let go of the sharp blade, and only heard the metal hitting the ground with a crisp sound. Then he slowly knelt down, crawling on the ground, facing the non-existent God prays.
"stand up!"
The people on the other side yelled angrily and tried to pull him up, but he was indifferent.
The two of them pulled each other, until at a certain moment, the pulling movement stopped. The Templar Knight who was kneeling on the ground raised his head slightly, only to see a headless corpse standing next to him. On the section of the neck, Still overflowing with blood.
"haha a!"
He gasped violently, and then screamed loudly, fear and disgust rolling through his body. His scream could not last long, as the vomit that came up from his stomach blocked his throat. He vomited all over the floor, as if he had also vomited his soul out.
Without waiting for any extra movement, more corpses pressed down on him, pinning him in the darkness. Immediately afterwards, a demon passed by and strangled them all into a sky full of minced meat with sharp blades.
Snowing.
Someone raised his head, and against the backdrop of the fire, the floating objects scattered in the air became clear, and then they fell down, leaving sticky scarlet spots on his body.
Red snow, snow with fear and death.
"Don't run away! Reorganize your formation!"
People who were still rational shouted that the demons were much stronger than them in terms of strength and speed. All they could do was to use their own advantages as much as possible to fight against the demons.
Some people obeyed his instructions, some ran away in panic, and others knelt on the ground blankly, waiting to die without saying a word.
He directly ignored those people and turned to look at the people approaching him. No matter what, he would seize this last chance of survival.
Thinking like this, the next second a dark shadow covered him.
The figure froze completely, like a prey being watched by a predator, every nerve in the body was emitting warning and fear.
Waves of fishy and turbid breath hit his face, and he met a pair of scarlet eyes.
"damn it!"
He cursed loudly and thrust out the sword in his hand. This was the last resistance of his life. At least he had to die with dignity.
The metal slid across, the flesh and blood broke easily, and the sound of bone shattering continued.
The man was stunned for a moment. He had never thought that his swordsmanship and strength were so superb. Then he noticed that there was no blood on his sword. The demon's body fell down, revealing the person standing behind it.
"Take them away and hide in the building. I'll hold them here."
Samuel spoke indifferently, the blazing whiteness in his eyes exuding bursts of cold light.
"well."
The man answered with a stiff voice, and then he realized that Samuel was not talking to him. Another person answered and rushed out from the side.
"Follow me! Find cover and don't fight these monsters in the open!"
Nordet cut off a demon's arm with his sword. Without the restraint of the armor, his speed increased a lot, and he narrowly escaped several fierce attacks.
The power of one person is still too fragile. These monsters are very fast. He needs to hide in the building and restrict their movements as much as possible.
Seeing Nord, these people's minds were slightly restored from fear. These people all knew Nord and knew his identity as a commander.
"What about you? Samuel, can you?"
In the chaos, Nord shouted to Samuel that there were too many demons gathered in the square. It was unrealistic for Samuel to fight against them on his own.
Samuel responded calmly.
"Maybe not if I were from another faction, but I am Yanar, Yanar the Immortal."
These were words that Nord couldn't understand. He didn't understand the factions among the demon hunters at all, and he didn't even know the nature of the power, but he could hear Samuel's confidence in this voice.
Turning his head, Nord randomly picked one of the buildings near the square, and then directed the others to evacuate. Some demons tried to continue chasing, but they smelled the sweet smell floating in the air and turned their heads one after another. Look at the burning white mass.
Samuel pulled away the nail sword, letting the restless secret blood flow from the wound on his palm. The amount of bleeding was shocking. In just a few seconds, a large pool of blood formed under his feet.
He didn't feel bad. Samuel's condition had never been better. The power strengthened his blood-forming ability, and his blood seemed to be endless.
"It's sweet, isn't it, everyone."
The restless secret blood is simply the perfect bait for demons. These defective products that failed to sublimate instinctively long for the more noble power.
Samuel picked up another knight's sword, blood dripping down the blade. He was holding two swords and was surrounded by demons.
This silence did not last long. The sweet blood made the demons go crazy. Finally, a demon couldn't stop its desire and pounced forward. Then all the demons around him followed its movements and pounced towards Samur.
All the light disappeared in an instant, and countless demons were like an iron curtain, sealing Samuel into the cage of death. However, Samuel did not feel fear. At this moment, he had never felt more fear in his heart. calm.
Samuel is a man who longs for victory and enjoys the ecstasy and glory after victory.
But now he felt that victory was not important anymore. Victory represented disputes, and it meant that someone would always be injured. Enough blood had been shed tonight, and then another contradictory thought arose in him.
Samuel needs victory, victory by any means necessary, and this reason is the same as hating victory.
Enough blood had been shed tonight, and Samuel could not allow such a sacrifice to go to waste.
The pool of blood at his feet began to stir. The accumulated blood was like strong acid, bubbling constantly, as if it was about to boil. Then little sparks fell, igniting the hot secret blood.
The blazing white fireworks exploded in an instant, easily swallowing Samuel and the demons that rushed towards him.
Like a bonfire rising from the ground, Nord turned around and could only see pure whiteness taking away all sight, as if there was only this single source of light left in the world.
"Samuel..."
Nord muttered the witcher's name softly, thanking him for his delay. Nord successfully led the remaining Templar knights to retreat into the building. They sealed the doors and windows, prepared their swords and remaining ammunition, leaving only A gate was open, ready to welcome the incoming demons and the retreating Samur.
But now the fire is swallowing up everything, and demons are rushing into it continuously. Nord can hear the tearing sound coming from the fireworks. It may be that Samur is tearing the demon apart, or it may be that the demon is tearing him apart. dismembered.
He didn't dare to look any further, but he still forced his eyes to stay firmly fixed on the fireworks.
Staring at the blazing white flames, a blurry black shadow appeared in the center of the flames. The darkness continued to expand and become clearer, breaking through the flames.
A twisted and blurry figure walked out of the blazing white.
At this moment, Nord felt that his heartbeat almost stopped. He was a little afraid to identify the figure in front of him. The figure was in tatters and covered with ferocious scars. His entire left shoulder collapsed, and a huge wound almost Split the chest open and the bones can be seen deep.
This was a fatal injury. Many fatal injuries were superimposed together, but this figure did not die. Instead, more scarlet threads overflowed from the wounds, just like sewing thread, sewing these cracked wounds together.
"Look carefully, Nord, this is the power of the witcher!"
Samuel shouted loudly, swung his swords and chopped the approaching demon into pieces.
The wounds on his body healed and opened again, and the scarlet threads continued to overflow under the high-intensity battle, so that they surrounded Samuel like scarlet mist.
Demons came like a tide, coming from all directions.
Samuel can feel the power of the demons, which is different from the demons he usually hunts. This may be due to the direct influence of the Well of Sublimation. Their overall strength is much higher.
Fortunately, no demon that can manifest power has appeared yet. Once that kind of demon joins the battle, Samuel has no confidence to support it.
No...it's not that he has no confidence at all, it's just that he might break the contract.
He had promised Anthony that he could not die here and that he would tell those who came after him what happened in the Cathedral of Saint-Naro, but he could not allow himself to live an ignoble existence like this, retreating without fighting in the face of so many monsters.
The sharp claws stabbed out from behind the chest. Samuel was stunned for a second, then suddenly twisted the demon's arm, turned around and chopped off its head.
In pain, Samuel gradually had a strange feeling, which was like growing up.
The former Samuel who loved blood and iron is gone. Now he has become calmer, and his thoughts have become heavier. This is an indescribable feeling, as if it is a lifetime ago.
A sharp noise rang out, and another sharp claw fell. It was probably the severe pain that spread throughout his body, which affected Samuel's judgment. He had no time to defend, and his body would suffer heavy injuries again. Although he was protected by power, these successive heavy injuries , it is also a great pressure for Samuel.
But this was the sound of numerous gunshots. The Templar Knights set up positions and used the remaining ammunition to open fire and assist Samuel in suppressing the demon.
Samuel may have had dead ends before, but now there are no more. They will always support Samuel until the ammunition runs out.
Seeing this, Samuel felt a burst of relief in his heart, and suddenly felt that everything was worth it again.
"Do you know? Nord, I heard Father Anthony tell such a story before."
Samuel shouted while slashing, while Nord looked inexplicable. He couldn't figure out why Samuel was telling a story at this time.
"He said that on the night of Holy Advent, there was also a demon hunter who was fighting with many demons. He had the name of an angel and was called Yanar."
The scarlet threads danced wildly, and he picked up the sword blades scattered on the ground. He was like an evil spirit with his head wrapped in threads.
"I...I might also be able to become 'Yanar'."
After finishing speaking, Samuel's voice became vague and hoarse. Nord could only see a scarlet roaring lion biting the demons. The flesh and blood continued to proliferate, but was soon torn and shattered. He screamed, The sound was deafening.
This was a fight to the death between beasts, and the Templars were spectators sitting in the Colosseum, watching all this with fear. In the end, it was difficult for Nord to distinguish Samur from this group of monsters. .
He bit and tore, using his claws, teeth, and everything at his disposal, until he was exhausted, until the heavy steel knocked him down, and the demon in iron armor came from the distant street exuding turbid air.
Samuel fell to the ground, his vision was soaked in blood and blurred. The silk threads on his body gradually stopped, and he lost the power to dance wildly. He could only reluctantly suture the wounds on his body to keep Samuel alive.
"Sure enough, it still doesn't work..."
He murmured that he was still not strong enough. Facing the monsters that surrounded him, Samuel finally failed to hold on.
Maybe he really has to break the contract. Samuel knows very well that his life still has a final use.
Step into the darkness and unleash the secret blood.
The footsteps of the demons were getting closer and closer, and Samuel enjoyed the last peace. As soon as they approached, he handed everything over to the darkness and completed the final bloody battle.
He thought like this, and gradually, the roars around him disappeared, the noise was no longer there, and instead fell into a strange silence.
In the silence, only the sound of burning fireworks and approaching footsteps were left.
someone is coming?
No...it was a lot of people, many, many people, their steps were uniform, their footsteps shook the earth, and then they suddenly disappeared.
No, they stopped.
"Ah? Is this Lorenzo Medici? The sculpture doesn't look like it at all."
There was a voice ringing in his ears. Samuel was surprised. He raised his head hard and saw the figure standing next to the bronze statue. He wiped the blood on the face of the bronze statue and commented like this.
"I haven't been back for a long time. It's really a pity that Fei Lengcui has turned into this."
He continued to sigh, and seemed to notice Samuel who was not dead yet. He turned his head, revealing the cold metal surface.
"Who are you?"
Samuel asked. For some reason, facing this mask, his mind went blank at the moment, as if something was threatening him. The danger was so terrifying that he could no longer think about anything other than what was in front of him. thing.
"Huh? Me?"
He came over and squatted down next to Samuel. His voice was light and he seemed extremely happy.
"You can call me...Lawrence."
He said so.
"Lawrence?"
Samuel's voice was numb and emotionless as he repeated it, and the terrible nightmare in his mind was evoked by this name.
"Yes, Lawrence."
As he spoke, he stood up and looked around the square. Figures wearing iron masks were advancing one after another, waving steel and blood to drive away all the demons along the way.
It was like a massacre.
"The previous patriarch of the Demon Hunting Order and the current pope of the Orthodox Church."
He smiled.
"I'm Lawrence and this is my fight."
(End of this chapter)