Embers of Embers

Chapter 733 Blessing
In the absolute darkness, time and space are blurred, just like being in another eternity, where all things are frozen and will never change qualitatively, the beauty will be preserved, and the pain will be frozen.
Walking in this endless night, the surroundings are pitch black, and nothing can be seen, but the strange thing is that there is no light, but Lorenzo can still clearly see Watson standing beside him.
The journey seemed to have no end, and Lorenzo didn't know exactly how long he had walked, but he didn't feel monotonous. Instead, he enjoyed it all because he was with his friends, so it seemed that the darkness was no longer scary.
But he also understood that when he walked out of that small room, he was no longer the innocent boy. There were some things he should know and accept.
So it was time to end it. Lorenzo turned his head and asked Watson.
"Would you like to take a break?"
"Rest? That's fine."
She nodded, agreeing.
Watson waved his hand, and the night was split open, revealing a clear night sky with stars shining like gems inverted in the sky.
A deep chill passed by, and the ground under his feet was covered with a layer of gray snow. Amidst the rolling cold wind, Watson sat on the bench and swept away the fallen things for Lorenzo. snow.
"Ah... Is it because I respect 047? In my memory, he is so stable... Although I think he will be more comedic, such as some nonsense."
Lorenzo talked about his memories.
"Maybe, but if he is really alive, he probably wouldn't be able to laugh in that situation. He would still check the atmosphere to some extent." Watson thought for a moment and answered.
"How could he still look at the atmosphere? I always thought he was someone who could laugh out loud at a funeral."
Speaking of this, memories were brought back, those were bad memories, mixed with the smell of the sea breeze, Lorenzo thought for a while and added.
"Well, he seems to actually be able to laugh."
Lorenzo and Watson looked at each other, held back for two seconds, and then laughed. It was indeed a good part to tease old friends.
Lorenzo looked at his [gap], he paused for a while, and then asked.
"Actually, you are fully capable of dragging me out of the hallucination of the Unspeakable, right?"
"Ah."
Watson did not deny it, she said.
"I have a power close to that of Roger and Lawrence. Perhaps because I have always maintained the form of a ghost and do not have a fixed body, I can control the [Gap] more easily than they do."
"Is that so? Then why don't you just save me from the hallucination?"
Lorenzo sat down, and the surroundings were quiet. There were only him and Watson in this lonely world, which belonged to them alone.
He didn't have to face those things. She could have torn apart all the bonds and freed her soul completely.
"Because there are some things that you need to come out on your own, Lorenzo," Watson said calmly, "I think this is a good opportunity for you to reconcile with yourself."
"You have been trapped in that Holy Night. Even if you have found your true self, you are still reluctant to let go of the past, aren't you?" Watson said.
"Well, yes, what is this, belated child education?"
Lorenzo laughed twice. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of anything interesting to say this time, and he couldn't feel relaxed anymore. He raised his head and looked at the stars.
"And you? Watson, have you come out of that night?"
After hearing Lorenzo's question, Watson fell silent, she said nothing.
"Speaking of it, we haven't talked so sincerely for a long time. Maybe this will be the last time."
Lorenzo was a little sad, he was a smart man, and he understood some things from the moment he walked out of the hut.
"You were trapped that night too, weren't you?"
Watson remained silent, her eyes lowered, and Lorenzo didn't know what she was thinking.
"I probably understand what you are going to do."
Lorenzo murmured.
He knew what Watson was going to do, and it was a terrible, dark secret that, even if buried deep in his heart, would wake him up at midnight.
"It's a pity, Lorenzo, someone has to put an end to this..."
Watson finally spoke, her voice trembling and full of hesitation.
"I...I never knew how to tell you this. I think all I need to do is take action. Anyway, as long as I die, I won't have to worry about these things."
"Is this an escape?" Lorenzo asked.
"Probably," Watson said, "but at that moment, I felt that this was a good opportunity for you to accept all this."
It feels good to say it, as Lorenzo said, Watson kept these secrets in her heart for too long, so long that she almost forgot that she could communicate with others.
"I'm different from you. I haven't walked out of that night yet. I'm like a ghost that has traveled through countless years. All my friends died that night. Apart from you, the current world is meaningless to me. Not the slightest connection.
Muddled and unexamined, a walking corpse. "
Watson sighed, she also missed everything in the past, far more than Lorenzo.
"But you are different, Lorenzo. You did it, started a new life, had new friends, countless threads firmly connected you to the world, and you integrated into this new world. world, you will live happily.”
Watson suddenly turned his head and stared at Lorenzo, as if he wanted to carve his face into his soul.
"You will leave here and go back to Old Dunling, back to Cork Street. You will continue to be your detective, drinking and chatting with your friends every weekend. You will live the life you want, although it is too late. Long.
But I can't do it. I belong here and I can't leave. "
"But……"
Lorenzo wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Watson. She raised her hand, pressed it on Lorenzo's lips, and said seriously.
"It's nothing, Lorenzo. You still have a chance to come back, but I can't. I'm too close to the end of sublimation. Even if I survive, it's still possible for me to become a new person after thousands of years." The road makes this dark fate reincarnate again."
Eradicating the demon will cut off the forbidden bloodline, and there will be no possibility of revival.
"You knew what to do, right from the start."
Watson's tone became gentle, and looking at the expressionless Lorenzo, she continued.
"I think you should be able to accept this."
Lorenzo's expression faltered, as if he wanted to say a thousand words, but in the end it turned into a long sigh.
Of course he knew all this and why Watson let him walk out of the hut. Lorenzo knew everything, but like a panicked child, more often than not, he didn't want to face it and just ran for his life.
But Lorenzo can't continue to escape, just like a story that has reached the end, everything has reached the end, and there is no way back.
Finally, Lorenzo responded.
"Well, I think I can accept it. Even if I can't accept it, I will live and work hard." Lorenzo did not escape this time. "I can't die like this. I still have friends waiting for me." I have a wonderful life waiting for me, and I still have your expectations."
"I think I'll be sad for a long time, maybe months, maybe years... but wounds have to heal, right?"
In response, Watson smiled, stretched out his hand to hold Lorenzo's head, and held him in his arms.
"I...I've always wanted to do something for you, Lorenzo, as my only, last, only connection to the world."
The body in his arms trembled slightly.
"I will always live in your memory, and as long as Lorenzo Holmes exists, I will never truly die."
Watson's voice gradually became ethereal, something was collapsing, silently in the darkness.
The ice beneath him began to collapse, and the convolutional wind whipped up heavy blizzards, almost like a doomsday, almost engulfing everything.
Lorenzo felt the last warmth, and Watson's whispers rang in his ears.
"The savior also needs to be saved."
All things in the world merge into one, turning into vast gray and vast chaos.
……
Chaos and darkness overflowed from the well of sublimation, filling the entire stasis temple. But in this hard-to-reach black mist, a brilliant and dazzling light gradually flashed, and the light became hotter and hotter. It burst out from a flickering flame into a scorching heat. of daylight.
The light and heat are breathing evil, and the sound of stinging bubbles is constant, as if the darkness has a physical body at this moment, and is being burned and collapsed by the fire.
The new pope looked at the figure in front of him in disbelief. He was wrapped heavily in thorns, exhausted and covered with scars.
He should have stopped and fell into that beautiful dream, but now he woke up, like a revived demon god in a myth, with a monstrous anger.
"how dare you!"
Blazing white fireworks replaced the dark pupils, Lorenzo roared, and with the sound of rage, the thorns that restrained him made cracking sounds. They could no longer restrain this furious beast. .
The pitch-black scales shattered and withered, and the flesh and blood were pulled and shattered, forming a blood mist that filled the sky.
The blood mist was dispersed by the wind pressure, and the new pope could only see a blazing fire. Then the spear penetrated him completely, and his broken body was nailed into the thick black mist, directly to the top of the Well of Sublimation.
The new pope is about to return to darkness, and his instinct drives him to make a final resistance.
Thousands of thorns protrude from the ground, like countless palms, trying to pull Lorenzo and stop Lorenzo's violence, but it is all in vain. He is an angry demon, and nothing can stop him now. .
The blazing white fireworks exploded, burning the black mist, dead branches, and thorns into broken ash in the blink of an eye. They were enveloped by the high temperature, rolled into the sky, and fell into heavy gray snow.
A sharp whistling sound sounded from the well, and the hateful and twisted thorns were thrown up. They were like poisonous snakes, crawling along the well wall, and in the blink of an eye, they swung their full sharp blades and landed on Lorenzo's head.
But Lorenzo was not afraid, he knew he was not alone.
Metal vibrations erupted, broken but still sharp iron feathers thrust out, and the flame bearer with broken arms waved his wings for the last time, firing all his sword blades together.
They fell with a clang, cutting off all the thorns that tried to strangle Lorenzo. At the same time, the flame bearer also burst out with dazzling fire, which was a flame that was far hotter than Lorenzo. In an instant, it seemed as if a blazing sun was really born in this dark underground.
slowly rising.
"Let us welcome this new future!"
The words of the Holy Spirit sounded from the mouth of the flame bearer. Its figure was broken and rickety, but the blazing fire made it extremely tall, as if it had turned into a spirit of steel and flames at a certain moment, a god who walked out of the story.
Magnificent hymns were playing, and the invisible Holy Spirits sang together for the arrival of the new world. They wept with joy and everyone rejoiced.
[The final echo].
Lorenzo could feel that, along with the bursts of warm sun, there was also a revised reality.
The antimemes were released along with the erosion, and the forbidden power easily killed the black mist. They continued to decline and evaporate under the light, and the flesh and blood rooted in the stasis temple also decayed together.
The Temple of Stasis trembled violently, crumbling, and dust and gravel fell together with the gray snow.
At the same time, he also noticed that the resistance in his hands disappeared, as if the new pope had given up all resistance, allowing Lorenzo to easily push him into the dark abyss.
Lorenzo looked at him, not sure if it was the imminent death or the influence of [Echoes of the End]. The new pope's hideous and terrifying face showed a rare tranquility. He stared at Lorenzo with a trance mood.
Soon after, he pulled the pierced arm, tore it violently from the spear, raised the twisted and deformed palm, and stretched it towards Lorenzo.
"Seney, Seney Lothair."
Lorenzo was stunned, stretched out his hand out of nowhere, shook the broken flesh and blood, and replied.
"Lorenzo Holmes."
Seine Lothair seemed to be smiling to himself, but the smile was too ugly.
The curled iron feather cut off the spear, Lorenzo let go, and saw Seni Lothar fall into the billowing black mist, this time he no longer resisted, as if this sad soul, in life Finally regained his freedom.
He accepted his death calmly and fell calmly into the endless abyss.
The earth shook and the mountains shook. As the forbidden power expanded, the flesh and blood rooted in the earth were decaying and dying. Large chunks of falling rocks fell from the dome, smashing the ground and supporting each other one by one. The stone pillars are also collapsing, looking like the end of the world.
Lorenzo stood on the edge of the Well of Sublimation. The thorns clinging to his body had dried up and turned into gray hardness. He could break free with a slight twist.
The fiery footsteps were approaching, and finally it stood beside Lorenzo, looking down at the deep well below with him.
The two figures paused for a long time, and everything in the Stasis Temple was collapsing, but it was as if it had nothing to do with them, and they were completely in two worlds.
Finally, the burning Holy Spirit felt that it was time, and it lowered its head and looked at Lorenzo.
"I have to go now."
"Are you afraid then? Watson."
Lorenzo asked, wanting to say more, as if as long as the bad words continued, she would always be by his side.
"No, I feel happy instead."
"why?"
"Because I'm happy... happy to have witnessed it all, to have seen it all to the end."
Lorenzo raised his head, looked at the burning Holy Spirit, and could vaguely see Watson smiling at him.
"So... I wish you a happy life, Lorenzo Holmes."
"Ah."
His face was expressionless and tears streamed down his face.
A female voice can be heard chuckling, feeling relaxed as never before, and letting people smell the fragrance of the fields.
The flame bearer stepped into the abyss and rose into the darkness with endless dome light.
In an instant, the glaring light filled the deep dark well, as if a fiery sword falling from the heavens had hit Calamity, the dark evil was completely burned, and the flames continued to spread to the mouth of the well, erupting and turning into dazzling flames. The pillar of fire penetrated the dome.
Lorenzo didn't move, just stood blankly beside the burning wellhead, watching the rising pillar of fire.
He could hear a miserable roar, some kind of monster howling, it scratched the ground unwillingly, trying to stay in people's nightmares, but unfortunately it couldn't do it, after thousands of years, they finally replaced The old man completed this last sword.
[Final Echo] was released, and the scorching high temperature caused the Holy Silver's cage to collapse. The Holy Silver at the mouth of the well began to melt, turning into tons of molten iron and pouring into the deep well.
The endless ghosts howled, but they were still driven away bit by bit, or even completely [banished].
The Temple of Stasis entered destruction and continued to collapse, but Lorenzo said nothing or did nothing, just stood there blankly.
He seemed to be expecting something, expecting a falling boulder to hit him and turn him into a bloody mess so that he could escape from this terrible reality, but Watson's blessing seemed to really work again.
Lorenzo's unlucky life was over, as if he was protected by good luck given by God. The boulder fell beside him, and even the pebbles did not hit him. The cracked earth avoided Lorenzo. , tearing the ground apart, but the ground under his feet is still intact and flat.
Until the dome completely collapsed and the pillar of fire in front of him was almost extinguished, Lorenzo was unharmed, without even a scratch.
He climbed up the stacked boulders and sat alone among the ruins. Looking up, he saw the sky exposed after the dome collapsed. The darkness gradually dissipated, and a bright glimmer of light emerged from the edge of the sky.
Its daybreak.
(End of this chapter)