Ember Gun

  Chapter 283 Mourners

  Tonight is very strange, as if something is about to happen, the bright full moon stands above the night like pupils, as if the eyes of a certain god, carrying the stars and staring coldly at the earth of mortals.

  Lorenzo stood on an unmanned street. He didn't seem to be relieved from the shock of the leap of the scene. The golden flame burned all the nothingness, and then the world in this memory appeared before his eyes.

  This kind of daze did not last long, and soon he realized it, took two steps forward cautiously, and then looked at this familiar city with nostalgia and palpitation.

  The buildings are like towering spears that pierce the sky above the clouds. During the day, the streets here are full of devout believers, and the prayers and hymns here never stop at night.

  Yes, he did it, and he returned to the depths of his memory, the city of faith and the sacred, the place of seven hills.

In Lorenzo’s cognition, he was a member of the Medanzo demon hunter, guarding the Cathedral of San Nalo. He was familiar with everything in the city, and followed the route in his memory, towards the candle Advance in the land of fire and chants.

The singing became clearer and clearer, and Lorenzo also knew that before he arrived at the ancient building, his steps were heavy, and the exciting sound began to overlap with the other sound. The two steps overlapped together, so it was dark. The man passed by Lorenzo.

  Lorenzo stared blankly at the man walking by him. He was wearing a gorgeous iron armor. Under the iron armor was a white robe with a gold trim. The spike sword was inserted on the waist and his face was hidden under the helmet.

It was an icy iron face, with eyes peeping around in the darkness under his eyes. The iron cross on his chest collided with the iron armor back and forth, making a crisp sound, and he followed the crisp sound, hum With a familiar chant.

   "...047."

   Lorenzo murmured.

  He could not see the man’s face, but perhaps because of so-called intuition, Lorenzo could be sure that the man in front of him was 047. He was named Medanzo and was the strongest shield of the Cathedral of San Nalo.

  047 did not see Lorenzo. To be precise, Lorenzo did not exist. This is the world of memories. Everything in front of him happened many years ago. Lorenzo is just coming back now.

  It’s late at night and there is no one on the street. The Cathedral of San Nalo slowly emerges in front of you, where the never-ending hymn echoes, and the candlelight is like the sea, surging and ripples.

  A white brick ladder appeared in front of you. It connected the Saint Nalo Cathedral and the land of the Seven Hills. It was like the ladder that climbed to the sky. All believers were eager to climb this ladder and walk into the beautiful kingdom of God.

At this moment, there are still a few people scattered on this ladder. They are not many, and they seem to be only a dozen, but they wear the same iron armor as 047. The nail sword is hidden in the sheath, and the edge of the iron armor. There was a sharp light.

  Medanzo demon hunters stood on the stairs like stone sculptures, motionless, with a suppressed murderous aura, until the arrival of 047, this solidified picture did not melt.

   "The inspection is over?" 051 asked.

   "It's over, the place of Qiqiu is not big, and there is a curfew tonight, and inspections are quick." 047 said.

047 is the demon hunter named Medanzo. The leader of these Medanzo demon hunters, but he does not have the posture of a superior. Just like the previous training, the relationship between them is like close. Comrades-in-arms.

  Lorenzo was standing not far from the stairs, and he was puzzled at this moment.

He looked around, but among these Medanzo Demon Hunters, he did not find himself. It seems that he is not here at the moment, but according to Medanzo Demon Hunters’ regulations, he must be here at this moment. This is his duty.

  047 moved again, interrupting Lorenzo's thoughts. He stepped up the stairs to the top, and finally stopped at the highest step.

  This is his position. From this height, you can see everything in the square in front of San Nalo Cathedral. If the enemy attacks from the front, this will not be able to hide from his eyes.

051 also came over. This person felt very strange to Lorenzo. Although he was the same Medanzo demon hunter, Lorenzo did not know this person, and he could not remember the face under the cold iron face. What it looks like, but he has an inexplicable sense of familiarity, which is very contradictory and weird.

  "Aren't you nervous?" 051 asked suddenly.

   "What's so nervous about this." 047 said lightly, and then continued to hum the nameless chant.

Everyone is always doing it. After all, this is the Cathedral of Saint Nalo. This is the place of seven hills. If there is a place of glory in this world, it must be here. It is so shining, and the demons come here to die. .

  Although there had been several attacks by demons before, they were all perfectly resolved by the demon hunters. With Medanzo’s strong armor, the demons could not even step on the last step.

  They are so powerful and confident.

051 shook his head uneasily. He could feel the difference tonight. It seemed that something was going to happen. The sudden curfew brought a cold depression to the whole city. The surroundings were quiet, and there was singing in the church behind him. It seemed to be the only sound in this silence.

  This is a very strange feeling. It seems that Saint Nalo Cathedral has become the only island in this night, and evil and strange things are surging in the darkness around it, ready to ride the wind at any time to extinguish all the flames.

  047 seemed to know something, but he said nothing, just continued to hum the nameless hymn.

   Obviously he does not have a moving voice, and his singing voice is a bit hoarse, but fortunately, the singing in the church overwhelms his voice, and only 051 who is close to him can hear this faintly.

  After a while, 047 stopped suddenly and said slowly.

   "Don't worry, there is nothing to worry about. If a monster does appear, draw a sword and hack it to death. Just like what we did before, it's very simple."

  As he said, he fiddled with the nail sword on his waist, and the bright moonlight fell on it, exuding a slight chill.

  051 sighed helplessly, should he say that he is the demon hunter named Medanzo? 047 is always so stable, like an indestructible iron mountain, as long as he is still there, the situation is still under control.

  Perhaps...Perhaps because of this, he is Medanzo.

  "It's just that you look really relaxed and you are still humming." 051 said.

"This is just to strengthen the memory. It has no name, no score, and some are just word-of-mouth melody. If you forget it, you will really forget it," 047 said with a smile, "This is a song I heard by chance. From a respected old man."

  He said that he remembered the **** action a long time ago, he protected the old man named Lorenzo Medici to his seclusion, and the old man hummed this song along the way.

The old man said that this is an ancient hymn, except for the melody passed down by word of mouth, everything about it has died out in the long river of history. Even if he knew this song himself, it also originated from a general. Dead ascetic monk.

  The exceptional charity of the young old man seems to be the reason for his old age, which is completely different from the rumored viciousness.

   "Maybe this melody has been misinterpreted by us?" the old man said suddenly.

I don’t know how long this ancient chant has been passed on. It is spread only by human memory, but human memory is so fragile. Perhaps some of its fragments have been forgotten by people, or they have been sung in the long humming. The melody has been tampered with.

Then the old man stopped talking and just stubbornly hummed. At this time, 047 realized that the old man was already very old, so old that even his memory was unreliable. He could only repeat this stubbornly to make this melody. Engraved in the depths of memory.

  At that time, 047 hadn't had that deeper experience, but now that I feel it, I have some novel ideas.

Lorenzo was standing not far away. He couldn't help humming the ancient chant, which was so similar to the song of memory. In the ceremony of implanting secret blood, the old man was also stubbornly humming. it.

   "What are you going to do after 051?"

   seemed to be to comfort the restless child, 047 asked suddenly.

  "After? After what?" 051 asked.

"Retire, after retirement, I am going to Jiudunling, with two friends, we are going to open a detective office together, it will be a great time." 047 chatted, his eyes turned to the iron face Down.

  He tried to find a pair of bright eyes in the darkness, but 051 looked away for some reason.

   "I don't know, I just became a demon hunter not long ago, I didn't expect it to be that far away."

   "Oh, then you have to plan early, after all, this is also a life plan." 047 said.

  051 was silent at first, and then asked a little hesitantly.

   "Will that take me?"

"what?"

   "Old Dunling, I think it’s good to go there."

  051 said, he lowered his head, the iron face hanging down to the ground.

  047 was startled, but then he sighed helplessly and refused cruelly.

   "This can't work, 051."

  "Why?" 051 is a little puzzled.

   "Because you and I are not the same demon hunters, when I retire, you may still be serving?" 047 suddenly pretended to be relaxed and said.

  051 was a little dazed, for a moment he didn't know whether this was rejection or what else.

  The Demon Hunter is divided into batches. 051 is the new Medanzo Demon Hunter, and 047 has been fighting with the demon for many years, and even got the honorary Medanzo name.

   "However, I can wait for you in Jiudunling, 051, of course, the premise is that you must live to that time." 047 said.

  The life of a demon hunter is to fight against demons. The so-called retirement is just a good hope. No one knows who will live to the end.

  051 nodded slightly, suddenly feeling that tonight is not so depressing.

  But suddenly the bell rang, loud and long, in such a silent night.

   Lorenzo stared at him for a moment, and then more bells rang, sounds coming from all directions, like soldiers with swords and armor, baptizing the earth with the torrent of sounds.

  They rang repeatedly, smashing the silence completely, and the pervasive hymn was completely covered, and only the sound of the evening bell brought by the hammering was left in the ear.

   is like an all-night carnival, this is the beginning of it.

  047 seemed to understand what had happened, his eyes were awe-inspiring, and then he drew out the nail sword, the pale sword light shining like stars under the moon night.

   "Everyone! Stay alert!"

047 roared, the rest of the demon hunters didn't even know what was going on, but out of trust in 047, they still drew out the nail sword, the action was the same, the remnant of the sword blade was gathered into a god-shaking voice. Long cry.

  Lorenzo looked at all this, and then he realized what, his expression gradually became frightened and desperate, and he shouted loudly.

   "Run away!"

  For a moment, Lorenzo couldn't tell if it was a memory or reality. He just yelled in vain and rushed to 047's side embarrassingly, pulling him hard, trying to pull him away from here.

  047 did not move, Lorenzo felt great pain for a moment, he beat it hard, but in the end he knelt down unbearably.

  Lorenzo breathed hard, and after realizing his incompetence, he growled angrily, as if venting all the pain.

  All this is in vain, here is a memory, everything Lorenzo saw at this moment has happened before, and he can’t change everything that has already happened...

  Lorenzo's movements stiffened, and then he raised his head and looked at the cold iron face of 047, which was like an artist's sculpture, an angel pitying the world.

  ...This is not the memory of his experience, this is the memory of 047, this is everything he has experienced.

   "Run away...you will die..."

Lorenzo roared feebly, like a willful child, doing all ridiculous...but nothing can be changed. This kind of night had happened many years ago, and what he sees now People had already died that night.

  He is like a mourner who travels through time, can do nothing, can only stand here silently, watching these people who are going to die progress in despair.

  These people are going to die, being pierced by swords and claws, killed, eaten, destroyed, broken limbs and internal organs scattered all over the place, and no one knows all this.

  They are going to die. In this cruel night, they disappeared silently, as if they had never existed.

  Lorenzo's eyes were dull, looking at the hideous and twisted church, he muttered softly.

  "Tonight, the great sacredness is here."

  The turbulent erosion from below the ground and from the glorious sacred church overflows, like demons who have escaped from trouble, with faint laughter echoing. They will ignite in this sacred city and celebrate their freedom.

This is like an inverted whirlpool, roaring and rolling erosions are like thousands of galloping torrents, they are released from the central source point, and in a blink of an eye, the invisible tide covers the entire Qiqiu place, and the terrifying pressure destroys every awake The will of the person, it pulls the mind, as if to tear the whole world apart.

   "Demon hunters! Ready to fight!"

  In the desperate depression, 047's eyes curled up like daylight, he held the nail sword high, hissing and roaring.

  (End of this chapter)