Ember Gun

   Chapter 688

  Galunaro, the port of Maruri.

  Lawrence stood by the fence, watching the neatly arranged battleships on the sea. The sea breeze hit, pushing the waves, and hitting the masonry under him.

With the conflict in the Shiraito Strait, the garrison at Maruri Port has gradually increased. It serves as a logistics base to maintain the continuation of the war. However, in addition to the warships sent to the Shiraito Strait, some warships without a designation are also there. There are more in the port.

  Some officers expressed doubts about this. Not only these mysterious warships, but more and more strange soldiers appeared in their vision. They tried to trace the ownership of these warships, but in the end they all touched a cloud of mist, which was difficult to snoop.

   "The eve of the war..."

   Lawrence whispered, reaching out, feeling the cool evening breeze.

  Now the port of Maruri is in a very delicate scene. The believers are walking on the streets holding candlelights, chanting and chanting prayers constantly, like everlasting singing, winding around the city.

  Can be under this peaceful sacredness, but there are constant nightmares, and preparations for the war, the icy battleship smashes the sacred prayer, galloping on the raging sea.

   "Hasn't the war already begun?"

The sound of    sounded, and Currie walked slowly from the other side. He was wearing a heavy coat to withstand the wind and cold, while also covering his broken arm during the battle.

   "No, I mean my war."

  Lawrence's secluded road, like a ghost who has been hiding in the dark for a long time.

  The conflicts in the Shiraito Strait, and even the disputes between countries, all of this is not what he wants, just the only way to achieve his goal.

  "Your war..." Currie tasted the word, and then asked, "So you came to me, what's the matter?"

  "It's about our next actions."

  Lawrence spoke slowly, like a slow old man.

   "Now, it's time to start."

"what are you up to?"

   "War, a war that satisfies the interests of all."

  Lawrence moved his gaze away from the battleship on the sea, and landed on Curry. In order to survive, Curry also had forbidden blood in his body.

  He turned into a monster for the same reason as Lawrence, they all wanted to see the ruined future.

  "This is a passive war after all. I think Cognel is panicking now, isn't it?"

   Lawrence said that the outbreak of this war is the guidance of the country builders. They need to reduce enough population before the unspeakable wake up. The conspiracy of the Viking nations can only be used by them.

   "Regardless of the outcome of the Shiraito Strait, the true enemy of Galunaro is still unaffected."

  Listening to his words, Curry couldn’t help but think of the sacred land.

   "The Holy Evangelical Papal State... Are you planning to go to war on the Holy Gospel Papal State?"

  A little excitement and surprise flashed across Currie's face, but soon the expression gathered up, he said solemnly.

  "This is not going to work. To fight against the Holy Gospel Papal Kingdom, the battle line will undoubtedly be drawn very long, and it will face the pressure of three enemy countries at the same time..."

   "No, Currie, the situation is not as bad as you think, and the world is not as simple as you think."

Lawrence interrupted Currie's words. With the help of [Gap], he had already spied the disasters spilling in the place of the seven hills. Now they are marching towards the Holy Gospel Papal kingdom. They can't even organize effective forces to resist, after all. The greatest disaster will erupt in that sacred place.

  There is also...the builders of the country.

This world is a chessboard. No matter what kind of camp they are in, they are ultimately the chess pieces in the hands of the builders. These ancient groups that inherited the will of the secret guards secretly control the direction of the world, maintaining humanity and unspeakable Balance between the people.

  So this crazy world war right now is not unadjustable. As long as the goal of the country builders is achieved, it can be done, and this is what Lawrence wants.

"The place of the seven hills is conceived of a disaster, a disaster far crazier than the world war... My army has been assembled, and we will advance silently to reach the Holy Gospel Papal kingdom, which will disgust you and me. Everything fell to pieces."

  Lawrence’s words are magical, and they outline the scene of **** in Curry’s mind.

  Curry has always wanted to see the collapse and destruction of faith, and for this reason he is even willing to swallow the forbidden secret blood and become a dirty monster.

   Lawrence moved him, but his duties did not allow him to make such a crazy move.

   "I need to talk to Cosnel..."

   "Don't worry about Cosnel, he will allow it, maybe the secret approval is being sent here, we just have to prepare everything."

  Lawrence smiled, as if he knew everything.

After inheriting the throne, Cornel will sooner or later come into contact with the mysterious group of country builders. He believes that these country builders are willing to take a gamble. Even if they fail, there is nothing to do. They only need to continue the world war according to the original plan. Just fine.

  What's more, this is just a request for instructions. Lawrence never needs their permission. He himself is a crazy disaster.

   "So are you getting closer and closer to the doomsday you predicted?"

  Curry suppressed the restlessness in his heart and asked.

"maybe."

  The scarlet ocean flashed in his mind, and Lawrence didn't know it.

   "Why are you so obsessed with such a doomsday? Just because you will die there?"

   "It's just curiosity. I want to go along a fixed route, just as the prophecy said.

  Go to fight, go forward, go to fight to death.

  What's more, there are more fascinating things after that. "

Lawrence spoke affectionately, but this affectionateness was heard by Curry, carrying the ultimate madness. Since he knew him, Curry could feel that Lawrence had changed a lot, and he was constantly sliding into the disorderly darkness. Redeem.

"what?"

"future."

"future?"

   "Yes, an unknown future, aren't you curious? What will the world look like after such a doomsday."

  Lawrence brought up something that Curry had never thought of.

   "According to the prophecy, you should be dead by then."

  Curry said, Lawrence laughed and said nothing.

  His eyes were full of doubts, and then he thought of something, Currie asked.

  "Have you...after that, have you ever tried to look at that kind of future again?"

  Everything is hypocritical. Lawrence came here entirely because of the spell-like prophecy. After that, he was like a puppet, controlled by the thread of fate, advancing according to the established fate.

   Lawrence nodded, and then said.

   "I have tried many times, but like fate, I was destined to learn all the sadness at that time, and after that, I would never be able to see all that again."

   "You believe in your'destiny' so much, and do you really only see these? Are you telling the truth? Lawrence."

  Curry continued to ask, staring at the cold mask.

  Lawrence has put on the mask for too long, and Curry will almost forget his original appearance after a long time. When facing him, there is only a deep chill in his heart now.

  After the ecstasy of destroying faith, the cold evening breeze hit, and Curry calmed down a little, followed by endless fear.

  Curry regretted it a bit, and only now did he realize that the price of trading with the devil, endless doubts rose from his heart.

   Is Lawrence’s prediction correct?

  How can we be sure that this prophecy is true or false? Even to say, this is just an illusion of Lawrence, after all, he also said that he has never predicted such a far, this is simply difficult to happen.

  The cold sweat soaked through Currie's clothes. He couldn't see Lawrence's expression. He only felt that in the deep darkness under the mask, there were countless abominable souls praying for peace.

  If...if this is wrong, then Lawrence, a crazy believer, is following the wrong path until today.

  Lawrence thought about this?

   Another thought flashed in his mind. Curry felt that Lawrence was not a fool. On the contrary, he was cunning and strong-willed. Having thought of this, Lawrence could not have thought of it.

  So has he ever doubted himself? In the failure after failure, has he ever thought about the error of prediction?

   Still speaking, just like those fanatics, they deceive themselves and go forward, even if the truth is riddled with holes, they still don’t want to believe, but follow their goals and continue to advance blindly.

  Curry showed an ugly smile on his face. They laughed at the fanatics, but they themselves were the most ridiculous fanatics. This is a crazy world, and only the crazy fanatics can move forward steadily in the storm and thunder.

   "The truth? It should be the truth."

  Lawrence seemed to notice the changes in Curry, he said softly.

   "But if there is anything to hide, it does exist."

  "What are you hiding?" Hearing this, a little hope rose in Curry's eyes.

   "Some...I'm not sure about things, anyway, after the end, I saw some interesting things."

  Lawrence's voice became lighter and lighter, like an old man telling an ancient dusty story.

  "After the scarlet disaster, I saw a sky that was dyed golden by sunlight in the morning..."

   "This sounds like a blurred illusion."

   "Yes, so I never mention this to people. If you don't ask, I will almost forget these. After all, the scarlet of the doomsday is so hideous and affects the mind."

  The two fell into silence, and Currie was a little hard to describe his feelings. They were like huge boulders rolling down from a high mountain. Even if they knew their mistakes, there was no turning back.

  There are countless warships docked on the sea outside the port, which are full of monsters carrying secret blood. They are eager to try, grinding their teeth and sucking blood.

   "What have I done?"

   Currie murmured to himself, he looked at his broken arm, only feeling that all this seemed to be a nightmare that he couldn't wake up.

  "You are driven by your desires and furious. You shouldn't be confused, Currie, you should be happy now. Isn't everything you want close at hand?"

  Lawrence didn't understand his confusion. Hearing these words, Curry smiled helplessly, and soon the smile became more and more ferocious.

He was right, Lawrence was right, and Curry began to understand him. In this crazy world, it is very difficult to stay sensible, but if only one goal is determined to move forward, they will usher in either right or wrong. Return, good or bad.

   "We can go now, Currie, you should also want to set foot on the sacred land with me, right?"

   Lawrence said suddenly, and in the darkness not far away, a crowd came towards here. Through the dim light, Curry could see the metallic luster reflected on it.

   Sharp knives and guns. These are fully equipped soldiers. They wear masks similar to Lawrence, just like defending the king’s imperial army.

  Lawrence looked at Curry, and the darkness under the mask was blazing white, his voice with a distorted smile.

   "Just now, His Majesty Cornel allowed us to start the war."

  Curry was stunned, watching the ghost fire in the dark, his body trembling slightly.

  In the gap of talking with himself, Lawrence was wandering in the endless wilderness, and did all this easily.

   "You... convinced him?"

   "He just made the right choice."

   Lawrence said meaningfully.

The country builders should have learned of the terrible Lawrence through Lorenzo. Limiting this monster is a very unwise decision. Moreover, the purpose of this monster is to a certain extent the same as the country builders. It would be better to drive the wolf away.

  Lawrence guessed that they would not completely indulge themselves in this way. In that familiar homeland, he should be able to see more familiar faces.

   "Lorenzo Holmos..."

  Lawrence whispered the name softly, feeling relieved.

Lorenzo Holmes is indeed his best student. He returned from the sea of ​​silence and killed Roger and Adron. His achievements are enough to be recorded in the history of the Demon Hunter, but unfortunately after the end , Regardless of victory or defeat, all of this will be buried and destined to be forgotten.

   "Let's go, Curry."

  Lawrence greeted Curry. Surrounded by the soldiers, they walked onto the dock and boarded the battleship that was already ready.

  They were full of blood-secret legions, quietly leaving the harbor, and marching towards the deepest part of the night.

   "Curry."

  In the suppressed silence, Lawrence said suddenly.

  Curry looked at him, only listening to him talking to himself.

  "Whether it's true or false, someone needs to practice it and see with their own eyes, even if it is not for myself, but for those who are willing to believe in me and die for it."

  Curry asked, seeming to understand but not understanding.

   "Why did you mention this all of a sudden."

   "I just thought of some old friends."

  Lawrence looked north and spoke calmly.

   Moving forward in silence, Lawrence stared at the darkness, vaguely, he seemed to be able to see the sky, the golden sky through the darkness.

  There seemed to be soft sunlight falling in a trance, flicking his weary and furious will.

  (End of this chapter)