Embers of Embers

Chapter 712 Death of Rongguang
Power Raphael.
The power of hallucination that blurs reality and reality, the new pope has used this power to continuously erode the evangelical church, and finally usurped the pope's position. Perhaps it was fate. On this same Advent night, as the new pope's loyal Follower, Anthony also took this same path.
Under the pressure of the zombies, the Templar Knights collapsed. Fear and erosion affected their minds, trying to drag them into darkness. At this time, a savior was needed to stand up and become the spiritual support of everyone.
The new pope, Seny Lothair, is the spiritual pillar and the savior, and everyone is calling for his arrival.
But Anthony was different from them. As the only person who knew the truth, he knew the fate of Seny Lothair. No matter how devoutly they prayed, the new pope could no longer answer them.
He felt that this shouldn't be like this...everything shouldn't be like this.
Devout faith should be rewarded, and the sacrifice of blood and iron should also get what they deserve. If the so-called gods do not exist, then it is up to Anthony to respond to them.
This was the last performance. The secret blood broke through the critical point. Anthony's body began to deform. His body was like an angry beast, and his scarlet flesh was taut. However, all of this was covered by the illusion created by the power. He was covered with smooth clothes. The robe is like a burning torch in people's eyes.
The power is extended to the limit. This will be a gentle scam, deceiving everyone into the dream weaved by Anthony.
"go ahead!"
Anthony waved his sword, and the demon hunters who followed him attacked again. As elites, the extraordinary power of the demon hunters once again gave the Templars confidence. Fireworks intertwined, and iron armor collided with iron armor.
Just like the carvings on the gate of heaven, the burning angels and the bloodthirsty demons are fighting together. The steel roughly tears apart the flesh and blood, cutting off all the clumps of red threads.
Anthony stepped forward, held the flag in one hand, and swayed it vigorously.
“Defend the Kingdom of Heaven!”
He shouted, and every time he hissed, there was a burning sensation in his internal organs. The secret blood eroded his will and corrupted his spirit, but he knew that this was not the time to stop.
Anthony strode forward and opened the way. There was no need to hide anything at this time. He was the savior, the fire that burned away the darkness.
The holy fire ignited from under the body, igniting the sword and flag in his hand. He was carrying the scorching sun on his back and holding high the torch that illuminated all things.
This is like a scene that only appears in myths. Under the blurred hallucination, in the eyes of the Templar knights, the new pope marched loudly, with the holy fireworks under his control. With thousands of troops and horses, he encountered powerful enemies. The enemy fell apart.
Most of the Templars find it difficult to understand what is happening right now, such as these damn demons and those more troublesome soul-resurrected corpses. To them, this is more like an overlap between nightmare and reality. Unknowingly, they have already Came to another world.
This world is full of extraordinary power, and the common sense of human cognition has been completely broken, turning into vague and strange phenomena.
In such a world, it is extremely difficult to maintain rational thinking, and now that the new Pope's divine soldiers have descended from the sky, they don't need to worry too much. They just need to follow this light and tear down the enemies along the way. , everything else can be explained by God’s response.
The ignorant faith exudes its last afterglow at this moment, and then steps down from its throne with dignity, handing over the dominance of the world to steel and gunpowder.
The battle roar shook the sky.
The defeated formation regrouped, everyone looked at the fireworks with waving flags, and bursts of roaring cannons erupted, razing the obstacles in the way to the ground.
This time everyone became more relaxed, and their morale reached its peak. They were like an unstoppable torrent, taking back the position from the hands of the demons and the soul-returning corpses.
First, there was a round of bullet rain, and most of the demons fell down. Only the soul-returning corpses were still standing, and these soul-returning corpses were quickly hit by the demon hunters' precise attacks.
These extraordinary demon hunters wander in the shadows of the battlefield, targeting these zombies who pose a great threat.
With the cooperation of mortals and demon hunters, the battlefield once again fell into Anthony's control, and he did not stop and continued to move forward.
There was not much time left for Anthony. As the critical breakthrough was reached, the secret blood was completely released, like burning lava rolling inside his body. His body became light, but his will became heavy.
It stands to reason that after entering demonization, Anthony can persist for a while, but maintaining such a large-scale influence is still too difficult for him, so he seeks more power from the darkness.
Whatever you ask for, there must be a price.
A heavy price bound Anthony, like arms protruding from the ground, grabbing him tightly, trying to drag him into hell.
"Definitely!"
Anthony shouted, resisting the heavy pressure, and then waves of sound surged towards him.
"Definitely!"
They shouted forward, as if they were willing to die, they threw themselves into the battlefield and quickly killed those weird and hateful beings.
Anthony played a role. Using him as a hub, Anthony successfully connected the others. The army moved forward in an unstoppable manner. Not only did they regain the position, they even showed signs of counterattacking the Seven Hills.
The artillery fire roared, intertwined with the fireworks of the demon hunters, like falling stars, slamming against the city gate.
Amidst the rolling smoke, the city gate that had been standing for countless years could no longer be maintained. With the violent shaking, the cracks became wider and wider, and even collapsed.
Amidst the dust and sparks, the boulder collapsed, breaking section by section, crushing down, crushing large areas of demons into flesh and blood, and the blood flowed into rivers. The Templar knights cheered and stepped onto the ruins, and from there. Kill the monsters coming from the city.
Mortals are of course fragile. When facing monsters alone, the chance of winning is extremely low. But when they are in groups, when they are no longer alone and helpless, the rolling torrent will swallow up the monsters, leaving only broken flesh and broken bones on the ground.
That's good, but not good enough.
Anthony knew that no matter how many monsters he killed, they would eventually come back. Only by cutting off the source of all this could this dark fate be ended.
So do they have what it takes to end this?
Anthony didn't know clearly, but he knew that most people didn't even have the ability to enter the Temple of Stasis, even himself, not to mention that his life had entered a countdown at this moment.
Feeling the gradual changes in his body, his consciousness became increasingly turbid, and in his ears, those whispers became clearer, as if they were lingering in his ears.
【Meaningless. 】
the voice said to Anthony.
[You gave them hope, but your death will completely plunge them into darkness. 】
The scarlet eyes teased, the stubbornness of mortals, the sacrifices of mortals, the deceptions of mortals... everything was meaningless in its eyes.
In the long life of the Unspeakable, everything that is happening now is just a brief moment for it. It has experienced many such moments. In terms of threats, this is just what it has experienced. One of those unclear battles not even worth remembering.
It is the end of the road to sublimation, the existence of complete exaltation, the source of chaos and disorder.
Anthony ignored it, he just quickened his pace, passed one Templar knight after another, and stepped into the battlefield.
"Your Majesty!"
Some people exclaimed, worried about Anthony, but soon the sharp sword easily cut open the bodies one after another. Fireworks burst out, and Anthony was like a god of war, easily cutting down large swaths of monsters.
Normally, he might not be able to do it, but now Anthony has reached a critical breakthrough and entered the stage of demonization. He has never been stronger.
"Definitely!"
Anthony just roared stubbornly, waved the flaming flag, and directed the blazing fireworks to other monsters, watching them burn into empty shells.
Stepping onto the ruins and entering the city, the familiar holy city was no longer there, replaced by a burning hell.
The pace of the attack slowed, and Anthony stopped, coughing painfully and vomiting large amounts of blood.
【And after that?What do you do next? 】
The voice continued to mock.
[Think about it, the great Pope degenerated into an out-of-control demon... It's such a beautiful sight. I can already smell the fear and despair. 】
"Do not……"
Anthony whispered.
【what? 】
"You're... fake."
Anthony turned his head and saw it in the void.
"You are chaos and disorder. You have no wisdom at all. Everything you do is based on instinct."
Anthony laughed heartily.
"Yes, for such a powerful and noble existence, for you, 'rationality', 'emotion' and 'strategy', all of these are just a burden, right? So you are not communicating with me, you are just inducing I."
Anthony was talking to Nothingness, and he seemed a little helpless, as if he was complaining about why he didn't think of this earlier.
“Corrosion amplifies the inner darkness and conquers our will from within.”
His eyes tightened, and he saw its appearance clearly from the void. It was another person himself, another Anthony with scarlet eyes.
Anthony smiled and looked away contemptuously, and then the ethereal figure shattered, and the whispers in his ears disappeared, leaving only the clear sound of wind echoing.
His heart was as quiet as water, and nothing could disturb him anymore.
Then...then it's time to decide your own ending.
Anthony looked aside, and Swino had been following him closely. This old guy had regained his youth and had extraordinary strength. He came along and left countless corpses behind.
"I need to die fighting, an honorable death."
Anthony said to Swino coldly.
"My death cannot be the source of your defeat. Instead, it must become your anger. I need to let my death inspire your final morale until they are all driven away."
Swino was a little confused, but when he looked at Anthony, he suddenly showed a stunned expression, then his eyes were a little lost and he muttered.
"Is that so?"
In this hellish battlefield, the sense of reason is very thin. Under the excitement and anger, the loopholes in lies will be easily ignored. It is not until you calm down at a certain moment that you will gradually realize the irrationality of everything.
Regarding what was happening now, Swino realized belatedly that this was a lie.
But Swino didn't dwell on it for too long. He didn't know who the disguised person in front of him was, but the "New Pope" had indeed revitalized the Legion, and that was enough.
"I remember that you witchers had a so-called loss of control."
"Yes, I'm almost out of control," Anthony responded, "All miracles have a price to pay."
"You're going to be like those monsters, aren't you? The ones I encountered on Advent Night."
"Well, so I need a glorious death in battle to inspire the final morale, rather than becoming your enemy and the beginning of a rout."
Anthony's voice was calm, and he had no emotion at all about his death.
"You are the grand leader, and you need to lead the others to avenge my death and your crown's death."
Anthony took steps again, holding the burning flag in one hand and dragging the sword in the other. He ignored Swino's reaction and just strode forward.
He could feel that there was something hateful and evil approaching in the dense smoke. This breath was so familiar, like an opponent who had once fought against him, crawling back from the darkness again.
"That was a good opponent and a good ending."
Anthony muttered to himself.
Striding forward, the thick smoke and dust were torn apart at the same time. Hundreds of arms scratched the masonry on the ground and the buildings on both sides of the street, easily smashing them, holding the hard masonry in their hands, and then struggled throw.
For a moment, there were screams and crashes, and the thick Hundred Arms were like catapults. The bricks and stones shattered and disintegrated as they passed by at high speed, turning into a dense rainstorm and bombarding them.
The people in the front team who were smashed were turned upside down, their flesh and blood bodies were shattered under the impact of the masonry, broken limbs and internal organs were scattered, and corpses were scattered everywhere.
The burning Hundred Heads were like the blazing sun, peeking out and reflecting into Anthony's eyes. At this moment, the Hundred Heads demon was much bigger than before. It seemed that during this period, it had dismembered many corpses and put them into dismemberment. Pieced together and sewn to his body.
The huge body oppressed everyone's mind. Almost all the Templar Knights at the front were stoned to death. Those who survived by chance also stared at this monster beyond imagination with fear.
Hundreds of heads are breathing flames, like a giant furnace.
In panic, the blazing figure passed over the Templar knights. Anthony held the flag and waved his sword, and made the final charge towards the hundred-headed demon.
The secret blood surges and burns, and the false illusion is also performing its final performance at this moment.
The body surface was twisted and deformed, and the sharp bone spurs ripped open the flesh. In the eyes of the Templars, blazing, rolling fire emerged from the new pope's back, weaving into burning wings, like a god descending from the world.
(End of this chapter)