Embers of Embers

Chapter 725 The Arena
It is obviously a dark and deep underground, but at this moment it is illuminated by endless firelight. The blazing white fireworks chase evil, and the shadows have nowhere to hide.
"Seni... Lothair."
Listening to Lawrence's roar, Lorenzo's eyes were slightly dull. After a brief hesitation, he stared at the existence in front of him intently.
The sharp nail sword penetrated the new pope's head, and with the force of Lawrence's wrist, the nail sword was cutting open his head bit by bit.
The metal tore flesh and blood, making a tooth-piercing sound. Blood dripped along the edges, but before it could reach the ground, it was evaporated by the scorching heat and spilled into bloody gas that poured into the mouth and nose.
Breathing, in this taste, fear also has a perceptible smell.
Yes, Lorenzo could feel it all, the smell of fear, the terrifying shape, the meaning of death...
The skin and flesh were pulled apart, and the bones were gradually crushed. In the horrifying picture, the hoarse laughter of the new pope could not stop ringing.
Lorenzo was a little surprised by the scene before him. It was not that he had never thought about the outcome of the new pope. He might die in battle, or he might survive by chance, but he never expected that he would become the subject of the Unspeakable. , guarding in this stagnant temple.
Lorenzo quickly accepted everything in front of him. Looking at it now, it seemed that there was nothing unreasonable. Everything was following the rhythm of the story.
It's just a little regretful that this is the first time Lorenzo has seen this mysterious new pope in person, and it will probably be the last time.
In another situation, they might sit down and chat amicably... whatever they want to talk about, but here, in this situation, they can only fight to the death.
"You must be very sad too! Your Majesty!"
Lorenzo shouted, grabbing the nailed sword that penetrated his chest with one hand and holding it firmly, making it difficult for the blade to continue penetrating his body. At the same time, he swung the nailed sword with his other hand and violently The ground slashed forward.
"The person who is crowned by the Holy Spirit ends up becoming a stumbling block before the dawn."
Lorenzo's words were torn into pieces by the howling wind, and a sharp light as sharp as thunder flashed through. Whether it was fireworks or dust, they were instantly broken into countless fallen leaves.
The spiked sword cut off the hand holding the sword, and the severed limb was thrown up. Immediately after, the blood exploded on the chest of the new Pope. The sword wound passed through the limbs, engraved on his chest, and cut a huge scar.
This was no longer like an injury caused by a sword strike, but more like some kind of monster hitting his chest with its sharp claws.
The flesh and blood was scraped off, revealing the pale bones, which collided with the nailed sword protruding from the heart, causing a metallic sound.
Lawrence also cooperated with Lorenzo's fierce attack, and power burst out from his arms. Under the power of moving mountains, the two nailed swords that penetrated began to move slowly, completely crushing the heart and turning it into a ball of soft flesh. , and the other one was pulled out suddenly, taking off most of the new pope's head.
While the blood was spilling, the new pope was severely injured. Under the severe pain, he once again burst out with that ear-piercing and shuddering scream.
Transparent ripples erupted with horrifying screams. Whether it was fireworks or floating red threads, they all fell down in an instant. Lorenzo was also hit by the wind pressure. Even if he stabbed the nail sword into the ground, It was difficult to prevent his figure from being repulsed step by step.
As the sound reached a high pitch, Lorenzo and Lawrence were knocked out one after another, and were forcibly driven away from the new pope.
They stood up among the floating dust. Lorenzo held his sword and covered his head. A severe dizziness lingered in his mind, followed by a severe sting, as if his consciousness was in the new pope's body. On the verge of breaking under the scream.
"A spiritual attack?"
Lorenzo said to himself, the experience accumulated over the years between life and death allowed him to make such a judgment.
The screams set off an eroding infection, contaminating and severely damaging Lorenzo's consciousness.
He reached into his arms and took out a few Florund potions. This time, the injections were wrapped in hard material so that they would not be easily broken in a fierce battle. Moreover, the strength of the medicine this time was, It is also a level far beyond conventional medicines. It is a special medicine provided by Montenegro Hospital to Lorenzo in order to operate in a high-intensity corrosive environment.
The needle was inserted into the neck, and without hesitation, Lorenzo injected all the overdose of medicine into it in one breath. They rushed through the blood and quickly spread to the whole body.
Gasping for breath, the blood vessels seemed to be burning, and the whole body was warm, and this warmth was still increasing, as if being in a furnace.
With the help of medicine, Lorenzo's trembling consciousness quickly stabilized. Lorenzo's eyes were bloodshot, and some blood dripped down the tip of his nose.
Such a mental shock is not fatal to Lorenzo now. As long as he takes a short rest, he can adapt to it and there is no need to use medicine. However, this battle is different from the previous ones. What he faces is With such a troublesome enemy, the "short time" he has to rest may very well become Lorenzo's fatal flaw.
He couldn't gamble on this, so he could only roughly inject the potion into his body.
How long did this take, probably a few seconds?Or ten seconds, for ordinary people, this time is extremely short, but for these monsters, ten seconds is long enough, so long that it is counted as an intermission.
Just a few seconds after Lorenzo finished the injection, a red shadow swung from the front, and the sharp sword blade at the tail slammed into Lorenzo. He dodged sideways, and the ground beneath his feet shattered.
Under the bright fireworks, Lorenzo finally saw clearly the source of these sharp blades. They were not so much tentacles as a group of tail blades. They eventually extended into the blazing fireworks and were hidden behind the new pope. .
These sharp blades are like his tail and extra arms. They cut all living creatures in sight, like tireless dead souls.
Lorenzo dodged back and forth between the stone pillars, and Lawrence disappeared, probably hiding in the shadows. He was really like a cunning poisonous snake. He would only attack at critical moments and inject the venom into the enemy's body .
But this was troublesome for Lorenzo. When Lawrence could not be found, the new pope focused all his attention on Lorenzo. He struck repeatedly with the tail blade, not giving Lorenzo a chance to breathe at all. Chance.
Not to mention getting close to the new pope, Lorenzo didn't even have a chance to fight back. He could only run exhausted and listen to the chuckles of death coming from behind.
The tail blade is fast and full of power, every blow is like a master swordsman, making a full blow towards himself, and at the same time, the scarlet thread is also covered with the stasis temple, these are the eyes and ears of the new Pope, Even across such a long distance, for the new pope, Lorenzo's every move is close to his eyes.
What was even more frightening was that while Lorenzo was running, he noticed the posture of the new pope in the fireworks.
He and Lawrence had indeed given him a heavy blow. Even if Roger had to bear such a heavy blow, it would have had a considerable impact, but the new pope stood firmly where he was, as if he couldn't feel half the pain.
The chest was cracked, the ribs had pierced the skin, and the internal organs underneath were vaguely visible, and were even slowly squirming.
There were large flesh and blood defects on his head. It was obvious that his head was dented. The flesh and blood on the side of his neck had also been shaved off, and a large area of ​​skin could be seen rippling slightly.
The steel mask was tilted slightly, and the crown of thorns was stained with blood.
The new pope raised his hand and straightened his face. Dense red silk threads sewed up the wound, and then dense armor proliferated, covering the injured part. The sound of war drums sounded, and the heart that should have been immersed began to beat violently again. , as if there is a brand new heart reviving in the chest.
"Can't you kill it?"
While Lorenzo was wondering, Lawrence's voice sounded from all around.
"He leans on the Well of Sublimation, and his power is endless!"
This was Lawrence's judgment. The moment after the sound was heard, the tail blades changed their direction and stabbed at the dark dome one after another. There were bursts of impact sounds and large amounts of dust flew up.
Lawrence's behavior was very reckless, and he did not hesitate to expose his position in order to convey the message, but there was nothing he could do about it. Several people had discussed it seriously before going deep into the Temple of Stasis.
Since entering St. Nalo Cathedral, extreme erosion has covered everything, and the communication system has been completely paralyzed. If you rely on [Gap] to communicate, this will undoubtedly be more dangerous.
At this moment, there is the largest [gap] in history and the source of everything under their feet.
No one knows what will happen if [Gap] is used rashly here, so a few people made a decision early in the morning. Before all risks are eradicated, [Gap] cannot be used without authorization. Once the enemy invades in turn, they will not be able to use [Gap] without authorization. In that spiritual world, they will become vulnerable to the unspeakable.
"What do you think? Lorenzo!"
Lawrence's voice sounded again, but this time it came from the other end of the Stasis Temple.
He was outnumbered and toying with the new pope.
"Drive him back to the Well of Ascension, and [exile] him along with his master!"
Lorenzo responded loudly, there was no need for them to fight to the end from the beginning, not to mention, they did not have the ability to fight to the end with the Unspeakable.
From beginning to end, they have one and only one way.
【exile】.
Exile the Unspeakable from this world completely until no one knows about it.
The tail blades set off a heavy rain of sword blades, and the heavy stone pillars cracked countless cracks under their chops, and collapsed bit by bit until they collapsed.
Lorenzo followed the traces in his memory. The Temple of Stasis was very large, with enough space for him to deal with the new pope.
"It's an eyesore."
Lorenzo raised his nail sword, and a stream of white fire passed by, burning all the red threads in the deep corridor, thus freeing this place from the control of the new pope.
The chasing wind around his ears disappeared, and the pressure became lighter. Lorenzo turned back and saw that the tail blade that was chasing him did not continue to move forward. He could see the fire in the distance, and the new pope seemed to be watching. stared at him, but did not move on.
"Guarding the Well of Ascension?"
Lorenzo immediately understood what was going on. The new pope was like a beast defending his territory. As long as Lorenzo was out of his protection, he would not continue to attack.
This made Lorenzo feel a little relaxed, but this state of mind probably only lasted a few seconds. The ground under his feet began to tremble, and the surrounding walls made a rumbling sound.
Just like when the way out was blocked, Lorenzo turned around and saw that at the other end of the deep corridor, one black wall after another rose up from the ground, submerging into the darkness above, blocking Lorenzo's path forward, and tried to Drive him back.
As the residence of the Demon Hunting Order, the Sanctuary of Stasis is very large, with countless corridors connecting the rooms hidden in the shadows, but now it is shaking constantly, the new Pope did not shape them into a maze, but kept sealing them , turning this place into a narrow arena.
The ground cracked, revealing pale, tree-like rhizome substances. They spread underground and grew wildly, breaking through the soil and grabbing Lorenzo's ankle. The end branches and buds stabbed bloodthirstily, bringing violent violence. of pain.
He cut it off with his sword and lost the connection, but the branches and buds that penetrated Lorenzo's body were still squirming violently, eating away at his body like maggots.
The secret blood is hot.
Lorenzo's body roared with high temperature, finally killing these troublesome things, but soon, the surrounding walls peeled off, and more pale branches erupted, and they were intertwined with scarlet threads, turning into abominable appearance.
He retreated, swung his sword, and cut off the incoming branches. Layers of snake-like scales covered Lorenzo's body. They became extremely dense and heavy. With the clanging sound of metal, Superimposed on Lorenzo's body.
Blazing fireworks overflowed from the gaps in the armor. In a trance, it seemed as if several craftsmen were standing beside Lorenzo. They were wielding hammers and using Lorenzo's body as a mold to shape the armor.
The white twigs and buds clung to the armor. It was difficult for them to break through the armor's protection. They tried to penetrate along the gaps, but the fireworks easily burned them all to ashes. The sharp sword light flashed through, and everything was turned into ashes. For fragments, flying.
The corridor behind him disappeared, leaving only the approaching walls. Lorenzo could hear the dense sounds coming from the walls. The next moment, white grass threads appeared, and they all came to life, dancing wildly. Reaching out to Lorenzo.
I was still too naive. I thought that the Stasis Temple would not be assimilated in the presence of Holy Silver, but it was obvious that the new Pope found another way to turn this place into his battlefield.
He could feel that all of this was a whole, another whole.
Turning back and looking at the center of the endless fireworks, Lorenzo's voice was calm.
"Your Majesty..."
The new pope moved slowly, and thousands of silk threads stretched out from under the blood-stained white robe. They were buried in the ground, hung on the dome, and spread everywhere in sight.
He is like a big tree that is dying, but even after it dies completely, this big tree still has the ability to withstand the storm.
(End of this chapter)