Ember’s Gun

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It seems that you have fallen into the deepest ocean, no matter how hoarse you struggle, your voice can only reverberate inside this quiet mountain, no one can hear your existence, just fall like this, until the long and profound, even The memory no longer exists.

Lorenzo opened his eyes slowly, and there was a quiet street in front of him. People dressed in decent dresses were holding hands, smiling and enjoying the tranquility under the moonlight.

Some poets sang and played music in the streets, telling a dusty story.

Feeling very tired, Lorenzo turned his head, dressed in a white robe and a silver cross on his chest. People for 4 weeks cast respectful eyes on him.

“You will catch a cold when you fall asleep here.”

There was a voice, and the white-haired man sat beside him, with the vicissitudes of a middle age person on his face. He wore a teaching gown like Lorenzo, except that he was the bright red, the person who was favored by the sacred. .

The pedestrians on the side of the road paid respect to him, bowed their heads slightly, and murmured in prayer.

“Reverend Lawrence?”

Looking at this familiar old man, Lorenzo felt strange for a while, as if he didn’t expect to see him after many years.

“Wait… this is Florence?”

He suddenly realized the difference in the situation, and stood up, holding his head. Lorenzo looked on at 4. Although the memory of being here was fuzzy, he still found a sense of familiarity from the heavy buildings.

It was there, the place where he was born, obviously he had left here, but Lorenzo did not know how long he was back to the original place.

“You seem to have a long dream, almost making you forget yourself.”

Reverend Lawrence seemed to see Lorenzo’s confusion. He was the servant of God and the leader of the Demon Hunter Order, and he broke Lorenzo’s confusion at a glance.

“You mean… a dream?”

Lorenzo tasted this word, and still seemed a little unbelievable.

“Yeah, you are someone who has experienced [God’s Favored Baptism]. What should you have gained from that sacred baptism? Like I said then, those memories that don鈥檛 belong to you will always follow you, some It鈥檚 good for you, and some will interfere with your judgment.”

Lawrence has a faint smile. He always feels like a spring breeze. Even without the red robe that symbolizes status, you will think that he is a sage when you see him.

“I have had dreams that almost make it impossible for me to distinguish between reality and illusion. I am as confused as you are, but time will give the answer, no matter what the problem is.”

“Just like that hell 42?”

Listening to Reverend Lawrence’s chicken soup for the soul, Lorenzo recalled the story written in the image carrier called the movie in the depths of his memory.

The ultimate in the world is 42, a number that seems meaningful and meaningless. In short, Lorenzo can’t understand all of this, so he can only understand this memory as an absurd story.

He didn’t know if the other benefactors also had this kind of nonsense, but at least Lorenzo learned about the existence of the universe by the shattered memory.

“42? You mean something in your own memory, right.”

Lawrence is kindly laughed. Every Demon Hunter has experienced baptism. Only the baptism of the gods can further specialize their will to resist the erosion of Demon. But the same will bring some side effects, such as some not belonging In my own memory, no one knows where these things come from, and there is no definite answer within Order.

“Probably… Then, Reverend, what have you ever dreamed of?”

Lorenzo indifferently asked, for this favored ceremony, he can’t remember clearly, the memory is a vague ball, only remember that he once stepped into the shimmering pool, and then he has more memories and resistance to erosion Ability.

“A lot, but I am old and I almost forgot.”

I don鈥檛 know if I really forgot, or I don鈥檛 want to answer, Reverend Lawrence just avoided this question.

“I look forward to the world in your memory when you were young. It is completely different from ours. There is no Demon, no war, and peace. Everyone can get what he wants.”

Recounting the memories that had turned yellow, he was a bit nostalgic and emotional.

“But then I walked for a long time and set foot in many places in this world, but I couldn’t find them. Later I realized that it was just a vain bubble. Although sad, it was used to comfort. Not bad.”

Lorenzo was nodded who seemed to understand, looked at the familiar face, tried to look at it a few more times, and remembered his appearance.

“Okay, don’t think about that many. Today is that great day. The Pope is waiting for us at Seven Hills. The execution of the old age is about to begin. Every Demon Hunter needs to be there.”

Lawrence talked about patted Lorenzo’s shoulder, and when the topic ended, a luxurious carriage was slowly stopping in front of the two people.

The car door opened to greet the two people. Without thinking too much, Lorenzo and Reverend Lawrence boarded.

Outside of Florence, where Seven Hills is located, as the center of faith, only believer and churches can be tolerated there. Therefore, the basic circulation there depends on Florence, just like a worm parasitic on this city.

The water of the Tiber river flows through it, and the horse-drawn carriage runs fast along the shore.

The carriage has a lot of space. It is not so much a carriage as it is a mobile office. Behind the elongated carriage is a stack of documents, which the assistant arranges on the desktop for inspection.

“Well, do you know our northern country?”

Reverend Lawrence looked at the document with thick glasses and suddenly asked.

“North? You mean Irvine?”

All Lorenzo immediately thought of was the city, the city where he had lived in his dream for 6 years. Everything was so real, as if Lorenzo was still there a few minutes ago.

“Yes, after his war with Galunalo, steam technology has been improved again and again. In order not to be targeted by us alone, the Queen Victoria generously shared the steam technology with other countries and tied them to the steam war chariot.

Now Steam Technology has gradually raised in other countries, and even the mysterious Nine Summers has received their technical assistance. “

Reverend Lawrence put the file down, and he looked directly at Lorenzo, his tone cold.

“They are all afraid of the church, trying to use steam technology to leave us far away. Now we can still maintain a delicate balance with each other, but no one knows what will happen next.”

Lorenzo seemed to hear the overtones, he asked tentatively.

“What are you… what will the church do?”

“This is what we are going to talk about tonight.”

Reverend Lawrence has a mysterious look with a sense of detachment.

“But not tonight…”

Lorenzo’s eyes were slightly stagnant, he suddenly remembered, he remembered what would happen tonight, the carnival that 10000 people were looking forward to.

“Isn’t this a good day?”

Reverend Lawrence smiled, enthusiasm hidden under his cold eyes.

“End an old era and open up a new era.”

Lorenzo finally remembered what happened during this day. The news circulated in the Demon Hunter Order a few months ago. The Order has captured the last Demon, and they will execute the last Demon tonight to announce the old age. The end of the world, the arrival of a new era.

“Then…what about us?”

Lorenzo raised his head to look at Reverend Lawrence, his eyes filled with confusion that he had never had before.

“If the last Demon dies, is it necessary for us Demon Hunter people to exist?”

He whispered, as if he was questioning Reverend Lawrence, and he seemed to be asking himself, the final choice on this confused road.

Life is precious because of death, and because of the terrifying of darkness, light is full of hope.

All things are mutually opposed and dependent, so what about the Demon Hunter? When the Demon is gone, what should the Demon Hunter people do?

“There will always be a way.”

Reverend Lawrence said with deep meaning.

“No matter how the times change, we will live tenaciously, just like a little spark, as long as it has not been extinguished, it is enough to reignite.”

So the rising whispers and prayers filled Lorenzo鈥檚 ears. The huge and majestic city was constantly enlarged in front of his eyes. It seemed to be alive. Countless believer gathered in the square to sing its existence, the breath of fever and evil. Gathered together, with the warm white mist constantly rising, it seems that the city is also breathing together.

The tall temple Knight is guarded between every intersection. He is wearing a fine armor and a sharp sword at his waist. The heavy and huge fire blunder is guarded by them on his chest. It can be easily hit by a frontal shot. Wear steel plate.

Seeing everything that was so familiar, the carriage took him dashing by, moving forward, across the long red carpet, and arrived at the most sacred center.