Embers of Embers

Chapter 723 Heart of War Drum
In the blazing fireworks, the gate of the Kingdom of Heaven collapsed again, and the broken scrolls on it seemed to reflect reality. Demons crawled out of the darkness, and the Kingdom of Heaven was destroyed among the fireworks.
In order to open a way forward in this closed flesh and blood, Lawrence lost a lot of his body under the blazing sun. The size of the team gradually became smaller, but they were still a group of deadly monsters.
"If I had known earlier, I would have been more cautious."
Lawrence whispered.
Perhaps being carried away by the ecstasy of ideals, Lawrence's legions made many meaningless sacrifices along the way.
He, who has always been rational, was more or less blinded by the hordes of monsters. Under the crushing of the legion, they almost wiped out all the monsters along the road, but they also paid a higher price for it.
If Lawrence could be more rational and cautious, perhaps he would have many more legions left than he does now.
But... nothing more.
This kind of self-injustice didn't last long in Lawrence's mind. He had exhausted too much effort for this day, just like the relief after stress, he allowed himself to make such a mistake.
Lorenzo's side is different. He didn't lose much energy along the way, and he didn't even waste much physical strength. With the climb of the Towards Dawn, Lorenzo fell from the sky, completely different from Lawrence.
【Leave it to me next! 】
Watson's voice rang in Lorenzo's mind and echoed in Lawrence's ears.
The flame bearer suddenly accelerated, passing all the figures, and reached the front of the team. At the same time, the gate of heaven began to turn into flesh, and slowly closed up. The huge gap began to close, trying to block these intruders from the door. .
A sharp whistling sound sounded, and several iron feathers pierced the door. They spun and attacked, tearing open the unclosed door again, and then the hook rope cut through the sky and nailed the darkness behind the door.
While the hook rope was being retracted, the flame bearer also accelerated his pace. It was very fast, and its huge figure advanced at high speed in the collapsing corridor, as if a giant was running past, bringing with it bursts of roaring footsteps.
"well done!"
Lorenzo shouted.
The flame bearer arrived at the gate of heaven first, and could clearly see that there were faint veins bulging in the solid stone, with a scarlet color.
It didn't hold back at all, and the iron feathers swung up, completely tearing apart the door to heaven that was supposed to be closed, and also pulled in the surrounding solid rocks, further expanding the collapse.
Lorenzo ran hard, with the soft and weird earth beneath his feet, and flesh and blood constantly collapsing and shrinking above his head and around him. The dazzling fireworks illuminated the darkness all around, and there were also bursts of miserable roars that provided the soundtrack.
In a daze, Lorenzo saw many figures, one after another wearing iron armor. Lorenzo knew very well that he did not know these people, but he could read their names subconsciously, even if their faces were Faceplate coverage.
Lorenzo's lips moved slightly, but what came out was not a name, but a string of cold numbers, strange numbers.
The running figure paused, and Lorenzo couldn't help but shudder. He crossed the blurry shadows, and in a daze he could feel eyes falling on him, countless eyes.
"What a terrible memory."
Lorenzo said to himself, this is not his memory, this is the memory of 047. It may be that he is close to the Well of Sublimation and has been affected by too much erosion, or it may be that he is attracted by the scenery. These should have been sealed behind the door. Memories from the past kept appearing in front of my eyes, overlapping with reality, like a blurred fantasy.
Like reincarnation.
All of this is just like that night many years ago, so similar and familiar. If Lorenzo hadn't really spent such a long time, facing these now, he even felt that he would be frightened. It creates the illusion of an endless night.
The current night is connected with the night many years ago. The Holy Night has never ended, just like the war that has continued in these endless years.
"But...it's time to call it a day."
Facing these oncoming memories, Lorenzo did not feel afraid, and there was no need to panic about it.
They are all demon hunters. Although Lorenzo has never met these people, this glorious mission and forbidden blood have connected them, until today, they meet again across time and space.
This reminded Lorenzo of a conversation he once had with Oscar, in which Oscar explained why he liked writing.
"Think about it, Lorenzo, is there any job as wonderful as writing these days?" Oscar babbled, "As long as you write out the messy things in your mind, you will make money, and you don't have to Go to work, no need to commute, no need to force yourself to deal with those inexplicable people..."
"That's great, okay!"
Oscar looked excited. Although he was a low-class writer, these low-class works also brought him a pretty good life.
"Of course, there is another more important thing."
Oscar looked mysterious, as if what he was going to say next was some ulterior secret.
"It can make me 'eternal'."
After finishing speaking, Oscar laughed heartily, leaving Lorenzo alone for a long time.
Lorenzo still remembers his mood at that time. He just felt that Oscar had drunk himself into Alzheimer's disease after drinking for so many years. As his outstanding student, he seemed to have the responsibility to find him a nursing home or something.
Oscar then explained the secret of "immortality".
"Think about it, Lorenzo, humans are very fragile, we poor guys are made of flesh and blood, disease and injury, etc... these can easily kill us, even if we are lucky enough to escape it. , we will still grow old and die over time.
But books don’t. Even if I die, for decades or hundreds of years, as long as there are still people reading my books and reading my stories... maybe, I might come back to life at that moment. Woolen cloth?Although it only lives in his heart. "
Oscar's words were very emotional, but it was a pity that Lorenzo at that time did not quite understand his inexplicable words, so he just said them coldly and sarcastically.
"Judging from your sales volume, at most you will be remembered briefly when you are used as firewood and thrown into the fire, right?"
Familiar conversations came to mind, as if everything happened yesterday. Lorenzo didn't understand it very well at that time, but after experiencing so much, he understood somewhat.
These armored figures were still alive, and Lorenzo had seen them, which was the best proof.
There was a horrible roar in front of him, and the whole building was shaking with severe pain, and the source of all this pain was the flame bearer raging at the gate of heaven.
The dense iron feathers repeatedly cut the flesh and blood that was trying to close, like an exposed meat grinder, easily turning everything it touched into a sky full of minced meat residue.
Lawrence took the lead and jumped into the door opened by the flame bearer. The flame bearer did not follow, but continued to keep the door open in this bloody way, because after this Lawrence, there were more Lawrence, and Lorenzo at the end.
【faster! 】
Watson urged, the speed of flesh and blood closing was much faster than before, and the scarlet threads began to entangle on the armor, and they piled up at the joints, making the flame bearer's slashing gradually slow down.
Lorenzo looked ahead. The distance was not too far. With his speed, he could catch up in a few seconds, but then he saw another illusory figure wearing iron armor.
He stood at the front of the phantom, under the gate of heaven, so Lorenzo didn't notice his presence for the first time. An even weirder feeling came to his heart, making Lorenzo's eyes involuntarily attracted to that figure. .
Lorenzo moved forward quickly, but his eyes were fixed on that figure, and he did not move away until he leaped into the gate of heaven under the cover of the flame bearer.
Darkness enveloped Lorenzo. After losing all light, Lorenzo was still staring at the figure. Perhaps it was an illusion. Lorenzo vaguely saw changes in the face wrapped in the mask.
The dense iron armor gradually faded away, revealing a familiar face, a face similar to Lorenzo's. Vaguely, he seemed to be smiling at Lorenzo.
"It's you……"
Lorenzo was lost for a while, but soon the scene in front of him was swallowed up by darkness due to his rapid fall.
The elevator from the Gate of Heaven to the Temple of Stasis has long been damaged, and they can only fall straight down like this. For ordinary people, this is a sure death, but for the demon hunters, it is still within the acceptable range. What's even better is that it may be influenced by the holy silver in the stagnant temple. The degree of assimilation of flesh and blood here is not high, and the downward path is straight and smooth.
Halfway through the landing, the Flame Bearer chopped off the iron feathers, and the sharp blades pierced into the surrounding walls, raising dust and blood, causing the rapidly falling figure to slow down. Lorenzo stood there The body of the flame bearer fell together with it.
【What's wrong? 】
Watson asked. This sudden question made Lorenzo a little confused, so he asked.
"What's wrong?"
Between the skeleton of steel and flesh and blood, the ignited fireworks swayed slightly, as if breathing, and then Watson's voice sounded.
[Didn’t you notice it yourself? 】
"what?"
Watson's tone was full of confusion and questions.
[You are laughing, what are you laughing at? 】
I knew that Lorenzo was big-hearted and somewhat neurotic, but looking at Lorenzo who suddenly smiled, and with the blood stains on his face, he looked like a perverted murderer who had just finished. Your own weekend...you don't want to know what his weekend was like.
Hearing this, Lorenzo raised his blood-stained palm and gently touched his face, even he didn't realize the smile.
"It's nothing."
Lorenzo didn't say anything, and when Watson saw this, he didn't ask any more questions, he just said calmly.
[It's coming soon. 】
A faint glimmer of light can already be seen below, like shining stars at the end of the dark night sky.
The flame bearer thrust out the iron feather more forcefully, cutting deeply into it, bursting out a large amount of dust and sparks, Lorenzo could only hold on to it tightly to prevent himself from being thrown off by the shock.
Lawrence is no longer visible at the bottom. This guy is a monster with secret blood, so there is no need to worry about him.
Only a heavy muffled sound was heard, and the flame holder was in close contact with the ground. Thick smoke and dust splashed up, wrapping the flame holder. After a brief period of chaos, the blazing white swept away the dark dust. null.
The Lawrences stood not far away, some standing with swords in hand, alert to the threats lurking in the darkness, some squatting down and observing the ground carefully, and some raising their heads with a nostalgic look.
"I have never liked this place very much... We can be regarded as heroes fighting against the darkness, but throughout our lives, we have to hide in the shadows and even be forgotten."
Lawrence murmured.
"I don't like it here either. This is the beginning of everything and the end of everything."
Lorenzo came over, the Flame Bearer following behind him.
After such a high-intensity battle, the flame bearer has already suffered obvious damage. Most of the dense iron feathers have become blunt, and some are slightly bent and cracked.
The main body of the torso is also covered with scars, deep scratches cut into the steel one after another, and it looks like it is about to fall apart, but fortunately, the proliferating flesh and blood firmly bind them and bind them together, ensuring stability sex.
The pace of the flame bearer was a bit slow, and every time he landed, there was a dull sound. The steam engine emitted a faint light, and the light undulated slowly.
Lorenzo looked at the current Temple of Stasis, and he felt a little strange. Everything that was glorious in his memory was no longer there, only the gloomy ruins were left in it.
"It's been so many years..."
He whispered, Lorenzo finally returned here, not in a dream, nor using the [gap] to travel, he really stepped on this land, smelling the decay rolling in the air.
"There haven't been many changes here. It seems to have been affected by the Holy Silver."
Lawrence cut the ground, but there was no blood spilled out, only thick dust that had accumulated over the long years.
"Let's go, the Well of Sublimation is just ahead."
Lorenzo said, and then stepped forward, and when he got here, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Even if he persuaded himself to calm down, he could not control the emotion in his heart.
As the distance shortened, a thin layer of black mist gradually appeared on the ground. They clinged to the ground and spread over the ankles of several people, like soft water, completely covering the ground.
There was a slight glimmer of light ahead, which was the burning candlelight. The red wax oil melted and fell along the steps, mixing with the rolling black mist. Then Lorenzo saw many red lines, which were wanton. The ground is spreading.
The group of people seemed to be heading to a spider's nest. There were dense red spider webs everywhere, and as they went deeper, the webs became more and more dense. They could see humanoid silkworm chrysalis wrapped in red threads. They picked them out with a nail sword. Open it, and all that remains inside are shriveled bones.
There are countless such red pupae, densely packed in the corners.
It's as if there is a demon waving sharp legs and red threads that has just feasted here. It has absorbed all the essence and is waiting for the moment of transformation.
Thinking like this, a series of low sounds came from the front. As time went by, the sound became louder and louder, like the sound of a resurrected heartbeat.
The sound hit Lorenzo's chest, affecting his heartbeat, beating together, like the sound of war drums.
(End of this chapter)