Embers of Embers

Chapter 734 Dawn
Lorenzo felt a little strange. For some reason, he always felt that his consciousness had become hazy, and his sense of space and time were blurred. He could clearly touch, see, and hear the things in front of him. , smelling them, but Lorenzo just felt an inexplicable push squeezing himself, trying to drive himself away from this world.
He was panting heavily and crawling hard through the ruins. His palms were all bloody and his figure was shaky, as if he had lost all his strength.
A look of despair.
It may be the reason why the Unspeakable was [Exiled]. The connection with the secret blood was interrupted. He became a sourceless water. The forbidden power in his body was also gradually declining. The obstacles that could be easily overcome in the past have also become Difficulties and dangers arose.
Perhaps, this is what mortals should look like.
Lorenzo leaned to the side and tried to take a rest. His own healing ability was also weakening, and unbearable pain spread all over his body. He was like a doll riddled with holes, and the cotton wool was exposed through the damaged scars.
Fortunately, Lorenzo couldn't cry anymore, he just looked numbly, looking at the light hanging down from the gap above his head.
It seemed that he had never been a strong person, only his secret blood was strong. Now that the connection was broken, the strong shell was also peeled off, revealing his weak self.
Lorenzo sometimes wanted to stay here forever, interrupting his thoughts and escaping, but his body couldn't help but move and continued to crawl among the ruins, trying to escape from this terrible place.
He wants to live, no matter what, he must live happily.
Although Lorenzo didn't want this, he was burdened with the expectations of his friends, which was both a blessing and a curse.
"It's cruel."
Lorenzo murmured to himself, climbed out of the ruins of the Stasis Temple, and found himself in another larger ruins.
The twisted and hateful flesh will turn into gray dead branches at this moment, like a weathered sculpture, blowing by the breeze, kicking up bursts of gravel-filled dust.
With one step, these dry remains can be broken and turned into fine powder. They rise like white smoke, just like the soul rising into the dome after the body is broken.
The Temple of Stasis was buried in the dark underground, and the Cathedral of Saint-Naro was destroyed. Its former glory was no longer, and only dilapidated ruins were left. There were still some unextinguished sparks burning, but they also looked almost The appearance of extinguishing.
Lorenzo looked into the distance, which was in a kind of psychedelic fog. Fortunately, Lorenzo no longer heard the roar of the demon, nor any desperate shouts.
It seems that the moment [Final Echo] is released, the dark destiny is completely ended, everything is judged, and a new dawn is right before our eyes.
"Ah... it's over?"
Seeing everything in front of him, Lorenzo felt that everything was over and felt lost.
Looking around the Saint-Naro Cathedral, faint sounds of collapse could be heard from time to time, and the sacred faith collapsed together.
Lorenzo had thought about such a thing. With the advancement of modern science and technology, it would be a matter of time before ignorant beliefs were abandoned by the new era. It was just a matter of when and how.
He thought, now is the time to give up.
"If the so-called Holy Spirit really exists and has been watching over this land, then I think you can finally rest in peace."
Lorenzo muttered to himself, speaking to those invisible and unknowable beings.
This is a sacred land. All those who were crowned saints were eventually buried here. If their souls did not return to heaven, they must have lingered here, watching the changes of the times.
"The Unspeakable have been [exiled], the Evangelical Church, the Demon Hunting Order... our mission has been completed, and we will step off the stage with dignity."
The clear words echoed, the morning breeze came, and endless white dust stirred up. They almost enveloped Lorenzo, while he raised his head and watched these invisible ghosts ascending into the heaven and rolled into the clouds. In the golden space.
Probably because he was choked by dust, Lorenzo coughed hard twice and vomited out a large amount of blood. He staggered a few steps forward, towards the direction of the light, and then he saw a half The figure lying on the ruins has a wide field of vision. He is looking at the city swallowed by the disaster.
Lorenzo walked over and stood beside him, only to see that his lower body had disappeared, and the remaining body was also covered in scars.
He was dead, but now he was struggling to live. His chest was rising and falling slightly, and his breathing was painful and heavy.
"Are you so afraid of death? Lawrence."
Lorenzo sat down next to Lawrence. This was a good position. The entire wall collapsed, exposing everything in the Seven Hills to his eyes. At the end of the distant world, there was a golden The light rose, so bright it stung Lorenzo that he couldn't keep his eyes open.
"Of course, I'm actually very afraid of death, terribly afraid."
Lawrence's voice was hoarse and filled with pain. Lorenzo could think of what he had gone through. At the end of the fight, there was still a body left outside the battlefield that was not dead, which became Lawrence's last resort.
But this is only a short-term reliance. This body is dying, and the warm blood is almost drained. As the Unspeakable is [Exiled], Lawrence loses the source of power, and he is almost completely corrupted by darkness. Consciousness is also gradually collapsing.
"When I think of the darkness and nothingness after death, I am so scared that I want to cry." Lawrence did not look at Lorenzo, but just stared at the light of heaven and earth in the distance.
Smiling, he asked, "Are you surprised?"
Lorenzo nodded and remained silent.
"But, Lorenzo, once I see such a beautiful sunrise, I feel that death is nothing. If the price of witnessing this warmth is death, I feel that this is a very good deal."
He sighed deeply.
"It is precisely because of the coldness of death that the temperature of life is so hot."
Lorenzo thought of something, took out the nearly broken cigarette box from his arms, shook it, and found that there were exactly two left in it.
"Want one?"
Lorenzo said as he picked up a cigarette with a black line, handed it to Lawrence's mouth, mobilized the remaining secret blood, and ignited it.
Lawrence did not refuse, exhaled loudly, and then said quietly.
"Sure enough, my prediction is indeed correct. This is my destination, this golden sky."
Hoarse laughter sounded, Lawrence coughed a few times, and his breath became even more sluggish, like a withered and decaying tree.
"What will you do next? Lorenzo."
Hearing Lawrence's question, Lorenzo thought about it seriously, exhaled a large cloud of smoke, his face was hidden in it, and said slowly.
"go home."
"go home?"
He savored the word carefully and sighed.
"Sounds really good."
Lawrence stretched out his hand and gently touched the broken sculpture on the ruins, "Fortunately, my home is here, and I don't have to go anywhere."
Lorenzo said nothing more and stood up, holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking at the golden color of the sky in the distance.
Lawrence also saw something and asked softly.
"Are you leaving? Lorenzo."
"Well, my friend came to pick me up."
"Is that so..."
Lawrence struggled to take off the mask on his face, revealing his bloody face. He squinted and stared at the endless light. Now he finally no longer needed the mask.
He may be thinking of some parting words, or he may simply be confused by the fact that death is approaching, but Lorenzo is not in a hurry. He is waiting patiently. As the last link between himself and the old era, he is willing to Lawrence used a little more patience.
"So……"
His voice was like the sound of wind coming from a dark and twisted cave, carrying desolation and unknown stories.
"Goodbye, Lorenzo Holmes."
"Goodbye, Master."
Both of their voices were calm and sincere, like some ancient ritual, where the old and the new overlapped again.
Lorenzo threw away the cigarette butt and glanced at Lawrence for the last time. He didn't know what his thoughts were. He took the bloody mask, stepped on the broken bricks, and trudged forward on the ruins to leave.
Lawrence stared at Lorenzo's back. He passed over the ruins, stepped over the withered corpses one after another, and walked towards the golden morning light and towards a new era.
You can see the Dawn Navigation diving from the clouds. Now it is coming with the golden dawn, embracing all the pain in its arms.
Lawrence finally lost all his strength. He fell on the ruins, looking at the darkness dispersed by the light, and was filled with a sense of satisfaction he had never experienced before.
"I think... what I'm doing now is the best and best thing I've ever done in my life, and what I'm going to get is the most peaceful and peaceful rest I've ever had in my life."
Lawrence heard bursts of children's laughter.
A sincere smile appeared on the ferocious face, and he closed his eyes peacefully. His face turned gray, like a weathered and collapsed sculpture, turning into fine dust and disappearing little by little into the golden morning breeze. .
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
The night has dispersed and dawn has arrived.
(End of this chapter)