Embers of Embers

Chapter 727
"The times are constantly iterating and evolving, just as we once wielded stones, wooden sticks, iron swords... and even now guns."
The new pope did not attack again, and his voice was hoarse in the heavy black fog.
The steel mask was also covered with white tender buds. They were like tiny vines, twining and growing. Lorenzo looked carefully and faintly discovered that these buds resembled flesh and blood with plant characteristics.
"This is undeniable, right? Everyone, our architecture, craftsmanship, art, technology, everything, our great civilization...
We are constantly spiraling upwards. Everything in human cognition is progressing with time, exploring unknown lands, and discovering strange technologies... We have done this before, so in the end, why? What if mankind itself has stagnated? "
Most of the new pope's body was replaced by twigs and buds. He was deeply rooted in the ground, making it difficult to move. Half of his body became as hard as a tree. His only arms were slowly raised, and crazy words sounded.
"The road to sublimation is right in front of us, why do we have to stop here?"
The new pope asked incomprehensively, but Lorenzo and Lawrence did not talk too much with him. The flowing fire flashed and burned the white tree.
For a moment, it seemed as if a giant dragon was breathing at him. The high temperature of the volcanic lava was shooting out with chaotic sparks. Waves of heat waves that were enough to melt steel were blowing. The red silk threads that were scattered like a huge cloak were all broken. .
They were flying in the air, and the fireworks were chasing them. The firelight could be seen flashing and extinguishing until there were only floating embers in the air.
The steel mask was slightly burnt red, wrapped in branches and buds, it was like a sculpture that had been weathered for an unknown amount of time, only the arms were still moving stubbornly.
"Stop talking nonsense, do you really think there is any... so-called room for maneuver between us?"
Lorenzo spoke indifferently, and the flames erupted, completely covering the new pope, and even the dark mist began to dissipate under the high temperature.
Lorenzo, like Lawrence, is hard-hearted and ruthless. If just a few meaningless words can shake the two of them, then the new Pope...the Unspeakable is a bit too naive.
The new pope didn't care about this and just continued to make that disturbing laugh.
Loren joined forces with Lawrence, and they inflicted heavy wounds on the new pope, tearing his body apart, and accordingly, they paid a dear price.
Lorenzo held on to his body, and the fierce blow of the tail blade broke an unknown number of his bones. His sunken chest reluctantly rose and fell with his breathing, and every swallow brought the sting of a sharp instrument stirring flesh and blood.
The invasion of the black mist also brought many influences. Lorenzo had not been in contact with it for a long time, but he probably guessed the strangeness of the black mist.
It seems to be the "materialization" of erosion. With the infection of these fogs, they accelerated the speed of Lorenzo's erosion, and the world in front of him began to appear slightly doubled. Lorenzo didn't know how long he could last. But before he completely collapsed, he was confident of eradicating it all.
Out of the corner of his sight fell on Lawrence. Without saying a word, this guy stubbornly took out a brand new spiked sword from the sword bag.
In order to attack and kill the new Pope, Lawrence was not only using Lorenzo as a bait, but he himself was also one of the many bait. The fight just now cost him a few bodies. Lorenzo didn't know how much Lawrence still had. The body is hidden in the darkness. Once all the bodies are damaged, it seems that Lawrence, the immortal monster, will also usher in his final death.
The blazing fire burned, illuminating this magnificent underground palace. Lorenzo still remembered its former glory, but the outbreak of the Holy Night made all this glory no longer fall into the ruined darkness.
I thought all this was the end, but after many years, Lorenzo returned here again to write the final chapter of all this disturbing.
"I remember him, everyone."
The new pope reluctantly raised his head. His body was assimilated with the hardness of the branches, like plaster. Every time he moved, there was a clicking sound, and white powder fell down.
"The undead Yanar... He fought here many years ago, fighting with demons for countless days and nights, until he completed his final mission."
The sound of metal crashing sounded. At first it was very weak and tiny, but soon it became clear. On the steel mask, a fine crack was left. The crack broke, and a corner of the mask was broken, revealing the ferocious figure underneath. Horrible face.
Lorenzo looked over and saw that the new pope's eyes were dark, like a lightless night, and his face covered with scars was exposed, but Lorenzo didn't feel scared. In his opinion, he only felt tired.
It was a tired face.
"What is he? A new pope, or..."
Lorenzo murmured to himself, and then Lawrence's steady voice sounded.
"He's still him, but he's not anymore."
Lorenzo couldn't understand the mysterious answer, but there was no need to understand it now.
The new pope became a slave of darkness, but in his mind, he could still clearly recall everything in the past.
The sound of babbling was heard, and branches and buds were seen proliferating, just like the immortal Yanar, whose flesh and blood multiplied like a plant, transforming him into a strange and speechless monster.
The middle part of the body began to extend, like the belly of a snake, and the only arms began to become shriveled and slender. He was grabbing something in the air, and soon branches and buds were entangled together. They spiraled up and shot up from the ground. It turned into a sharp and slender thorn. The thorn was broken off by the withered arm and turned into a sharp spear.
The earth is resurrecting, and countless branches extend from the well of sublimation. They crawl all over the Temple of Stasis, and are entangled around the new pope, turning into sharp spears, waiting for it to be pulled out.
"I can see it, see the darkness in your hearts."
The new pope said faintly, like an immortal soul.
Neither Lorenzo nor Lawrence acted rashly. The new pope was leaning against the Well of Sublimation. No one knew what kind of power he had at this moment, and the two of them were not in good condition. If they made a mistake, they could be fatally wounded. blow.
But even though he thought so in his heart, Lorenzo was still a little impatient. They didn't have much time, at least Lorenzo was like that.
Not only was the new pope approaching the Well of Sublimation, he was also approaching the Well of Sublimation. Like a whirlpool falling into water, the suction force from the darkness became stronger and stronger until Lorenzo could no longer reach it and was dragged by it. Into the abyss.
"Lorenzo Holmes, I can give you a new life, don't you long for everything that you have missed and can no longer touch?"
The voice did not weaken in the slightest, and it was clearly transmitted to Lorenzo's ears. Lorenzo did not respond, with a gloomy face, while Lawrence on the side reminded him in due course.
"Don't look him in the eye."
That was the trigger that triggered the illusion. Lorenzo had fallen into it before and was hit hard.
"Ah."
Lorenzo responded indifferently, calmed his breathing, and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
Seeing that Lorenzo was indifferent, the new pope set his sights on Lawrence again. He also wore a steel mask and his eyes were as hot as electricity.
"And you, Lawrence."
"No matter what you promise, you can't tempt me."
Lawrence raised his swords and strode forward. Lorenzo couldn't wait any longer, and neither could he.
If "sublimation" is a disease, then Lawrence is already terminally ill. Every extra second he stays in the Temple of Stasis may cause Lawrence's accumulated illness to explode.
Time is running out, chasing Lawrence and Lorenzo.
"Of course I know... Besides, there is no need to tempt you."
The new pope was also ready for battle. He raised the spear in his hand and made a thunderous gesture.
A new round of offensive broke out in an instant, without any warning. The ground beneath my feet began to tremble, and thick black mist overflowed from the well mouth again, mixed with raised branches. They were like long whips, beating the ground forcefully. .
Lorenzo swung the nail sword, and the scorching fire flow was swung out by him like sword energy. The blazing white light blade passed by and split the heavy black fog. Under this strong light, Lawrence moved forward quickly, like a shadow. accompanying.
"I see you!"
The new pope shouted, throwing the spear in his hand.
All the thunder could be heard was exploding in the air, and all the light and shadow seemed to shrink to the extreme, stretched into slender lines, and then turned into rolling thunder.
Lorenzo couldn't see the scene of the spear advancing in the air. It was like a stop-motion animation. One second the spear was still in the new pope's hand, and the next second it was firmly planted in the ground and penetrated Lawrence's thigh.
what happened?
Lorenzo couldn't see clearly the trajectory of the spear, but he could clearly see Lawrence's miserable condition.
On the eve of the spear's arrival, Lawrence's instinct drove him to wave his sword to block it. However, the sharp swords were easily broken under the bombardment of the spear. The iron armor all over his body was also cut through, passing through flesh and blood, crushing bones, and the ends were deep. It penetrated deeply into the ground, pinning Lawrence in place.
There was no whine, not even hesitation.
Lawrence pulled his body vigorously, his thigh was torn, and the numerous white bones were exposed. He quickly drew out a new nail sword and struck hard on his thigh to release the restraint.
While dripping with blood, he staggered forward. At the same time, there was another thunderous sound, and a spear appeared out of thin air in front of him.
Ding--
The lingering sound of metal resounded, and the sharp sword force brought wind pressure, dispersing the dust kicked up by the spear.
At the critical moment, the nail sword from the other side thrust out. Just like before, it failed to stop the spear. The pale, branch-like spear seemed to carry divine power. God said it was unstoppable, so it was invincible.
Nothing can hinder its progress, but it can at least be deflected slightly.
The other Lawrence dropped the broken sword in his hand, blood dripping from his trembling arms. Behind him stood Lawrence with a broken leg, leaning on the nailed sword to prevent himself from falling.
"How many more bodies do you have left to try and make mistakes?"
The new pope sneered, stretched out his hand, and removed the spear growing from the ground again.
He turned into a towering tree, guarding the Well of Sublimation, and bursts of black mist surrounded him, like thick smoke overflowing from the cracks.
"At least enough to kill you."
Lawrence said calmly, and at the same time more footsteps sounded. From the shadows in all directions, Lawrence walked out of the darkness one after another. They clenched their swords and their eyes flashed like daylight.
The new pope stopped talking. After a burst of hoarse laughter, the entire stasis temple trembled violently. Thousands of branches swayed high with the miserable laughter, and they flapped violently. All around, at this moment, the Lawrences moved one after another, turning into thunder and crashing into him.
The spiked sword was pulled into long and thin strips of light, and they overlapped together, weaving a splendor like an aurora.
The old soul roared, and the anger accumulated over the years completely exploded at this moment.
Lawrence needed no words to inspire him; his actions revealed everything in his heart.
Lorenzo tried to see everything on the battlefield clearly, but all he could see were rolling dust and fireworks. They were like thunder chasing each other, constantly flashing and extinguishing in the darkness, and there was a faint sound of breaking. There was also the lingering sound of broken flesh and blood.
"Lawrence! I saw your prophecy!"
The voice of the new pope came from afar, and the raised branches wrapped around Lawrence. The branches sunk deeply into his head, as if devouring his memory, and then completely crushed his head. Turned into a rain of blood all over the sky.
"So is it what has sustained you until now?"
The new pope's voice was magical, like a devil's whisper.
"So Lawrence..."
His voice became softer, and soon the roar of thunder ended all the noise.
Lorenzo only felt a strong impact erupt, and the ripples overturned everything along the way. He could only stab down the spiked sword, stabilize his figure, and look forward. The diffuse black mist and fireworks dissipated with the impact. , a mess.
The entire ground seemed to have been plowed. The broken clods of soil were covered with hot blood. Several bloody corpses fell on it. Organs and minced meat were everywhere. Countless bodies were also broken together. Branches, I don’t know how many swords Lawrence wielded in that brief moment. He almost cut off all the branches extending from the well of sublimation. They fell all over the ground, like earthworms that were not yet dead, struggling to squirm. With.
"Now you've reached the end of the prophecy, haven't you?"
The new pope's voice sounded again, but this time his voice became very gentle, as if he was coaxing a child to sleep peacefully.
He stretched out his withered and rotten palm, and then touched the embarrassed guy in front of him.
Lawrence's mask was full of cracks, his left arm was missing, and a large chunk of flesh was missing from his abdomen. The exposed organs could be seen, steaming out.
"yes……"
Lawrence answered mysteriously.
He kept falling down, kept trying and making mistakes, and finally broke through all the obstacles, paving a way to reach the new pope. He stubbornly raised the sword, but no longer had the strength to stab it down.
This is Lawrence's last shell, and his defeat is sealed.
"Poor Lawrence, slave bound by fate, you have fulfilled your prophecy, then..."
The new pope drew his spear and thrust it gently.
"Accept your death."
Lawrence's heart was pierced, stiff at first, then soft, and his body knelt down slowly. The interference of pain and erosion made his consciousness exhausted. Now, even simple thinking seems to be extremely difficult.
Lawrence understood that he seemed to have lost and was about to die.
The pale spear penetrated his chest, and the blood flowed to the ground along the barrel of the gun, gathering in front of him like a bloody mirror, reflecting Lawrence's terrible appearance in it.
Gradually, the iron mask withered little by little and fell to the ground, exposing Lawrence's face.
It was a face he didn't recognize.
"Destiny has given you infinite power and allowed you to reach this point, but it has also bound you tightly. Your death is approaching and you cannot resist."
The devil spoke calmly.
Lawrence believed so devoutly that he was invincible before the predicted death date. Similarly, when the death date was approaching, even if he had tremendous power, he could not change the direction of his fate.
Holding the spear that penetrated his chest tightly with both hands, Lawrence tried his best, but still could not shake it. It was as if Lawrence had lost all strength at the moment of death.
"A believer in fate?"
Lawrence whispered, everything happened too fast, but it had already been imagined.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but the blood-colored mirror beneath him began to squirm, and blood continued to overflow, turning into a scarlet ocean.
In the rushing waves, Lawrence saw countless bloody palms stretched out, begging for debts from himself.
(End of this chapter)