Embers of Embers

Chapter 724 The Enemy
The heart of the war drum roars.
He was clearly in a lonely and ruined temple underground, but as his heartbeat gradually began to beat, Lorenzo felt as if he was on a battlefield. The sound of war drums brought thousands of troops and horses, as well as surging absolute violence.
Killing intent.
Although he hasn't seen the enemy lurking in the Stasis Temple yet, Lorenzo can already feel the blazing malice emanating from the other party.
"It seems that the other party has been waiting for a long time."
Lorenzo whispered, the hand holding the sword loosened and tightened, so that his palm was close to the hilt, leaving no space.
None of them acted rashly until the flame bearer took a step forward and took the lead.
[I will be the striker. 】
In this series of battles, Lawrence's body has been reduced to very few, and each of these bodies is an extremely effective combat power, and will produce strange effects when necessary.
Now each one of them is very precious, so Watson decided to control the Flame Bearer to be at the forefront.
This steel body is also a very good body, but unfortunately, unlike the monster of Secret Blood, its abilities are limited after all, not to mention that it is still scarred now.
The steam engine was running slowly and lowly, like fireworks swaying in the wind, the armor was covered with cracks and scratches, and the bound flesh and blood were wriggling with their last strength.
Watson didn't think that the Flame Bearer could be of any effective help to the final battle. It would be better to make a final contribution before it was completely destroyed, trial and error for a few people, and avoid potential dangers.
The team is advancing vigilantly. If measured in terms of individual soldier capabilities, this team may be the most powerful single soldier team in the world. Given enough time, they can even easily behead all the enemy leaders. , from the perspective of the Demon Hunter Order, they can be regarded as the most powerful existences in the history of Demon Hunters.
But it is the elite among this group of elites who are extremely vigilant in this scarlet lair.
No one dares to use the power of [Gap] easily. Under their feet, under the isolation of soil and holy silver, there is the largest [Gap] in the world, and it is the source of all this power.
No one has ever fought against such a monster, so there is no experience to learn from. Lorenzo can only act cautiously to avoid making any possible mistakes.
"I think it already knows about our arrival, so what is it waiting for?"
Lorenzo asked softly. The flame bearer walked at the front, like a huge iron shield, which made people feel surprisingly reassuring in this terrible environment.
"I don't know, maybe they are waiting for us to step into a trap."
Lawrence responded, "The Unspeakable itself is disorder and chaos. It has no strategy at all, only pure power. However, under its control, those beings who are dominated have a certain degree of mind. , all we encounter are those who are dominated.”
"The real thing is still sleeping."
Lawrence came to this conclusion, to which Lorenzo agreed.
The Unspeakable is not so much a great existence, but rather an indescribable and evil source of power. Power itself has no thought, and its only and only purpose is to continuously Strengthen yourself and draw more people into sublimation.
Polluted guys like Roger were captured by the power of the Unspeakable, and their actions were based on the premise of "expansion" and based on their own consciousness. .
People who are dragged into madness.
More importantly, the Unspeakable One must be in a deep sleep, and everything that is encountered right now is just its sleep talk, the slightest bit of power leaked from the well of sublimation.
If the Unspeakable really revives, Lorenzo can be sure that the moment a few people step into the Temple of Stasis, they will be pulled into sublimation and into complete madness.
Facing the awakening of the Unspeakable, this world has no chance of winning. Even the keepers of the old world, their initial thought was just to completely [exile] the Unspeakable so that its connection with human beings would be completely eliminated. Interruption, so that humans are no longer infected by the unspeakable, rather than killing it completely.
"Then let this guy sleep more soundly and never wake up again."
Lorenzo whispered to Watson.
"It's time, Watson, to give it to me."
Lawrence's eyes swept over Lorenzo. It was obvious that he didn't know what Lorenzo was talking about, but Watson understood that it was "The Final Echo".
The highest crystallization of mankind in the old world, the only lethal weapon effective against the Unspeakable, and the only bargaining chip for mankind in this gamble.
According to the memories of the Keeper, the old humans poured all their [Final Echo] into the Unspeakable One, successfully sealed it in the holy silver barrier at their feet, and put it into sleep, but unfortunately, Just sleep.
But things are different now. Lorenzo has obtained the final [Final Echo] from the end of the world. If he adds this final blow, he may be able to completely [Exile] the Unspeakable.
This can be seen when hunting Roger. The power of this antimemetic can be superimposed and increased. With the assistance of Edlen, Lorenzo completely defeated Roger with the final blow, so now it will be him. , to make up for the last sword of the old humanity before the endless years.
[Do you know how to 'fire' it? 】
Watson asked.
When the Keeper of Secrets delivered this weapon, he specifically mentioned its flaws, and Lorenzo already had an idea of ​​it.
"I had a long chat with Shao Liangye about this aspect before. I think it may lack a carrier, a carrier that can carry it and hit the soul directly."
Lorenzo did not continue to speak to clarify what this mysterious carrier was. Watson remained silent. It seemed that the two of them had reached a strange consensus, or... a lie.
There are some things that Lorenzo has been forcing himself not to think about. Faced with that problem, he racked his brains and couldn't come up with an answer, so he could only escape until there was no way to escape.
"Watson?"
Lorenzo urged. The enemy didn't know when he would appear. The sooner he delivered [Final Echo], the better.
But Watson did not respond to Lorenzo's call and remained silent. At the same time, the flame bearer in front also stopped.
Lorenzo looked intently, with a little fear rising in his eyes.
Between the scarlet threads, a pair of slender and sharp spikes slipped out without a sound, easily piercing through the torso of the flame bearer, and protruding from the back, followed by more dense and sharp whistling sounds, those sharp spikes The thrusts were so fast that Lorenzo could hardly recognize them, and they penetrated the flame bearer repeatedly.
The Flame Bearer tried to fight back. To be precise, it started to counterattack the first time it encountered an attack, but its speed was undoubtedly much slower than these spikes.
The sonorous and powerful impact sounds continued, and Lawrence also drew out his nail sword at this time and jumped up high.
The nailed sword swung up, rolling up a blazing white tornado, swallowing up the sharp thorns in front of him and the flame holder.
This lunatic never thought about showing mercy. The extreme high temperature burned the flame bearer's armor red, and the demon flesh and blood attached to it also died quickly, but together with it, there were those sharp spikes that struck at high speed. .
Under the burning fire, their speed began to slow down, and then they could clearly see that they were sharp and slender bone spurs. The hard bone was evaporated into gray-black debris, along with the scarlet surrounding them. The threads are burnt clean together.
The drumming became intense.
The dense drum beats kept bursting out, and the sound was so close, as if it was only one step away from Lorenzo.
The trembling reverberation was mixed with the "click" sound of solid cracking, as if this ancient underground palace would tremble and collapse under the dense drumbeats.
What followed was the rolled scarlet thread, and the bone spurs that broke through the ground and stabbed Lorenzo one after another.
The sound of drums exploded next to his ears, and his chest felt like it was being hit by a heavy hammer, with severe pain and blood surging.
In the trance of severe pain, Lorenzo heard a roar like a wild beast. The sound was sharp and short, like the friction between steel. He could hear the lingering sound of sparks flying, full of the power to destroy everything.
The roar continued, and every time it sounded, it would set off transparent ripples in the air, and the fireworks and scarlet threads would also dance, and then fall apart under the shock of it.
Lorenzo was shocked and retreated repeatedly. In panic, he could only suppress the blood and fear rolling in his chest, and struggled to wave the nail sword to block the incoming bone spurs.
But under the influence of the sound and the rapid speed of the bone spurs, Lorenzo's defense was full of loopholes. The bone spurs scratched his body and penetrated his arms until one pierced his waist and abdomen, and then Lorenzo was hit hard. It was thrown out and hit the stone pillar in the distance hard.
Falling to the ground, Lorenzo vomited up bright red vomit. Looking from a distance, he could clearly see the true appearance of those bone spurs.
They were not bone spurs protruding from the ground, but slender and sharp tentacles one after another. The slender end was like a sword held high by a swordsman. The blade swayed slightly, like a python searching in a dense forest. Catching prey, their ends extended into the deepest part of the scarlet lair, where intensive drumbeats and sharp roars were heard.
Before Lorenzo could get up, another loud noise sounded, but it was not in front of him, but behind him. Lorenzo looked there and saw that the road that the few people had just come down was blocked by a stone wall rising from the ground. The only exit of the stagnant temple, it is now tightly sealed and turned into a cage.
"So...are we walking into a trap?"
Lorenzo complained, the current situation looked really bad, they had suffered such a fierce attack before they saw the true face of their enemy.
The flame bearer has not yet fallen. Thanks to its steel body, it can withstand more slashes, but only barely. Huge cracks appear on the body one after another, and the armor is shattered and turned into metal. The fragments were scattered all over the place.
Like a giant eaten by maggots, it nearly fell.
Lawrence disappeared, but Lorenzo could faintly hear footsteps echoing in the darkness.
He was a cunning fox. The fireworks rolled up and swept away the battlefield. He also used the protection of the strong light to hide in the shadows. He did not do anything to Lorenzo and the flame bearer who were attacked. To help.
Lorenzo knew what he was thinking. In Lawrence's view, he and the Flame Bearer were just tools of trial and error. This cunning fox would hide in the shadows and watch him fight the enemy. Every drop of blood he shed , will become Lawrence's experience of fighting the enemy.
Although the purpose is the same, Lorenzo really doesn't like the feeling of being used faintly.
Holding both swords, Lorenzo took a deep breath. Watson did not respond to his call, and Lawrence also hid in the shadows. It seemed that he could only get through this hellish situation on his own.
Thinking of this, the flame bearer in front waved his arms, and thousands of sword-like iron feathers covered his torso, sheltering him under this hard shield. This time the defense was very effective, and the bone spurs struck fiercely, but It just splashed with fire, and then was bounced away by the bent iron feather.
Lorenzo was about to go to the rescue, and at the same time an old voice sounded.
"Don't move, don't touch the thread!"
Lawrence's reminder sounded in the darkness. Lorenzo didn't know his location, but he immediately understood what he meant.
The scarlet threads all over the Temple of Stasis are the enemy's "tentacles". They are like spiders, entrenched in the core of the spider web, feeling the fluctuations from the threads, and hunting down the people who fall into the trap.
Lorenzo's figure stiffened, but fortunately he had enough control over his body to pull back the foot that was about to fall, avoiding the scarlet thread.
But at this moment, Lorenzo felt the billowing heat wave coming from behind him, as if something was breathing behind him. Its chest was hot lava, and every time it breathed out, there was a red light.
Suddenly Lorenzo realized something. I don’t know when, the sharp roar and the drum-like heartbeat disappeared, leaving only the high temperature coming from behind. The temperature became hotter and hotter, baking Lorenzo. My skin tingled.
Strong light erupted from behind Lorenzo, stretching his shadow into an elongated shape.
His gray-blue eyes froze, and then he was engulfed by the blazing white fireworks. In an instant, Lorenzo picked up the nail sword, turned around and slashed. He didn't know what he wanted to slash, but he just used all his strength. Power, this sword is enough to split mountains and ground.
But the opponent's sword is faster than him.
The spiked sword seemed to be cut empty, Lorenzo could not feel any resistance from the hilt, and then he saw a slender silver spiked sword stuck in his chest, looking along the sharp edge, he saw When he reached the pale palm holding the sword blade, a cold iron surface was exposed to the strong light.
Lawrence?
After all, this guy betrayed himself.
The old and powerful roar shattered Lorenzo's thoughts. For a moment, the darkness swallowed up the bright light. An equally sharp nail sword penetrated the iron surface in front of him. It penetrated into the skull and protruded from the lower jaw.
"Seni Lothair! Are you the last enemy?"
Lawrence stepped on the new pope, thrust out another nail sword, penetrated his heart from the back, and then stabbed it out from the chest.
Hearing Lawrence's words, Lorenzo also realized at this moment that there was a crown of thorns on this cold iron surface.
The new pope did not respond, but just let out a burst of deep, evil and seductive laughter. It seemed that through this laughter, you could see the abyss swallowing all light rolling in front of your eyes.
(End of this chapter)