This is a story that has been sealed in the dust.

Lorenzo was in the middle of a desolate wilderness, wildfires burning weakly, the wind carrying dust through the old nail swords, corpses long decomposed, and even the remnants of the sun on the horizon were dying blood-red.

I don't know if it was a hallucination, or if something else interfered with him, a terrible roar sounded in Lorenzo's ears, the metal rubbing against each other, and the flesh was torn inch by inch, making a fine shattering sound.

The witchers fought in the wilderness, they were powerful, and their secret blood burned constantly, freeing the forbidden beast from the cage of their hearts.

Incarnated as monsters, but even so, they still can't fight against the most primitive malice and despicability.

Blood gushed out and eventually converged into a stream that soaked the parched earth......

Lorenzo Medici was so naïve, he naively thought that everyone was looking forward to the arrival of the golden age, but as everyone knows, everyone cares more about the power and interests of the moment...... The most ridiculous thing is that I was as naïve as him at that time. ”

Lawrence took a deep breath, perhaps he hadn't remembered it for too long, and his memories had become blurry.

"Ideals or something, it's still too naïve, only those things that are practical, can be seen, and can be touched, are worthy of people's madness. ”

"Here...... What ever happened?"

Lorenzo asked in a low voice, maybe it was because of the [gap], his emotions also began to be infected by Lawrence, a huge amount of despair and anger filled his heart, and for a while he even couldn't hold the sword and lost his strength to fight Lawrence.

"I can't remember how long it was, but a long time ago, Lorenzo Medici grew in power, he secretly ruled the Pope, and he helped me to become a patriarch, and a member of the cardinals.

The whole gospel church is completely controlled by him, the divine power and power are on his side, we all think that everything will go in the best direction, nothing can stop us, we can do what we want, we can do what we want, we can do what we want.

The golden age is just around the corner. ”

Lawrence found a raised position above the wilderness and sat down, his sword resting across his thigh, like a break from battle, enjoying the rare calm.

Lorenzo's gaze became solemn, it was difficult for him to describe the complexity of his current mood, the surging desire for revenge actually weakened, Lorenzo only wanted to know what happened at that time.

"It was a wonderful time, but unfortunately, we still haven't recognized the essence of human beings...... I think you know what happened next, right? The cardinals began to rebel, they secretly gathered their strength, and the evangelical church was ostensibly strong, but in fact there was an undercurrent underneath. ”

Lawrence looked out into the wilderness and muttered.

That's what happened during that time, when Lorenzo Medici was defeated, he relented, he realized that he was too old, and if he had been a few decades younger, he would have killed all the opponents at the risk of a split in the church.

But he's too old, his body is no longer strong, and even his consciousness is cloudy, and he may be able to save himself, but that doesn't include me. ”

"That's when my disagreement with him arose. ”

Lawrence raised his hand and rubbed his head vigorously, probably because [Gap] had traveled too many times, and his memory was also cloudy, and many times he could always see strange apparitions and make a mess of his own memories.

"I say leave everything to me, and if you are too old to lift a sword, let me liquidate those enemies, and kill them all, leaving not one behind, and then there will be only one voice left in the church, the voice of Lorenzo Medici.

I rule the Demon Hunting Order, rooted under the Cathedral of Santa Narro, as long as he gives the order, I can control the Cathedral of St. Narro, and even the entire Seven Hills, the Templar Knights are very powerful, they are numerous, but when they react, it is too late. ”

Lawrence's expression grew grim, and he was immersed in the expected killing, reveling in his revenge.

"I will burn these heretics at the stake, without exception. ”

"And then?"

Lorenzo asked, looking at Lawrence on the steep slope, the guy completely caught up in the story being told.

"And then Lorenzo Medici gave up, he compromised, maybe he didn't want the Evangelical Church to split, or something else, he chose to live in seclusion, but then I also know it, the Silencer, the Holy Coffin, the Night of Arrival, ......"

Lawrence laughed, but the laughter didn't last long, and he became lonely again.

"It's really him, I thought he compromised, but in fact it wasn't, he chose another way to get revenge...... But it's too late, Lorenzo Medici, he's too late to get his revenge, or I wouldn't have gone down this broken path. ”

The eyes fell on Lorenzo, as Lawrence said, they were of the same kind, Lorenzo didn't feel too deeply, but it wasn't quite the same for Lawrence.

"After all, the witcher is a weapon, a weapon cannot have a will of its own, and power over its master, unfortunately, I have both of them, after Lorenzo Medici compromised, I had no shelter, and he also told me to let me go with him, but I refused, I did not want all my efforts to be in vain.

I lobbied the other cardinals, I told them about the beauty of the Golden Age, maybe Lorenzo Medici was too strong, but I would compromise if they were willing to believe in me and support me.

I'm willing to give up everything, as long as someone can help me, we are a little bit away from that beautiful thing, just a little bit close, as long as we work hard, maybe we can really succeed?

...... I'm still naïve, Lorenzo Holmos. ”

The chill of winter permeated Lawrence's words, and in the blink of an eye, Lorenzo was enveloped.

At this moment, Lorenzo could not do anything, swinging his sword, fighting, shouting, all he could think about now was standing here, listening to Lawrence's past, the dark and unknown doubts were about to be completely cleared, and Lorenzo would see the hidden secrets.

"Yes, it's here, many years ago in the wilderness beyond the Emerald Jade, off the beaten track. ”

Lawrence stood up slowly, and as he spoke, he walked towards Lorenzo, his gaze wandering between the corpses of the witchers.

"I have been deceived by them, how can they believe me? I was with Lorenzo Medici, I am a witcher, the imam of the Demon Hunting Order, and a cardinal, I am too threatening to them.

I came here with high expectations, thinking that what awaited me was a return to the Golden Age, but I was confronted with countless Templars, my apprentices, my men, all of whom had died here. ”

The earth trembled, and Lorenzo slowly retreated, and he saw the ground crack beneath Lawrence's feet, and countless withered, rotting arms poked out of it, and one after another hideous dead crawled out of the lava hell.

"They are afraid of me, they won't believe me, there are hundreds of Templars, they carry Borgia poison, and holy silver weapons, and like you said, I can't see the distant future, and I can't escape the rainstorm. ”

One skeleton after another grabbed Lawrence, and the dead hung on him, trying to drag him into hell, but they couldn't shake Lawrence, and even his pace couldn't stop, so he dragged and moved forward.

"That's when I learned a thing, Lorenzo Holmos. ”

"Nothing can be trusted, all I can trust is myself and the sword in my hand. ”

The faces of the dead lingered beside Lawrence, their hideous faces screaming, and they scratched Lawrence, but none of this could stop him.

"If it weren't for these things, I might have really rallied you to this great process, but it's a shame that I can't trust anyone anymore. ”

At the end of that battle, Lawrence survived, and he was the only one who survived.

"How did you survive. ”

Lorenzo looked at him solemnly, he didn't think that Lawrence had such a past, and thus realized once again that the doubts of the church were more than what he saw.

"A gift from Lorenzo Medici, a blood of the Holy Grail. ”

Lawrence let out a hoarse laugh.

"I came back to the Evangelical Church alive, and they had very funny expressions, and I would have killed them all if I had done it before, but this time it was different, I learned to compromise, I learned to forbear, until I destroyed them all. ”

The withered palm suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and Lorenzo grabbed it before he had time to dodge, and then more palms reached out from under the cracked earth and wrapped around Lorenzo's body, restraining him like a rope.

It was so heavy, unlike Lawrence, that Lorenzo found himself unable to even move, let alone move like Lawrence.

More chaotic hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes...... It's not an illusion, it's a memory, countless fragments of memory, and the owner of this memory is not Lawrence, but stranger after stranger.

Shattered memories mixed with chaotic emotions swept over Lorenzo, and in a trance of pain, Lorenzo knew what this thing was.

The dregs, the dregs of the gap, the dregs of the will.

These were the remnants of the [gap] that Lawrence had destroyed, and countless wills were mixed together, almost polluting Lorenzo's will.

"You...... How many people were invaded?"

The heavy pressure made Lorenzo fall to his knees, and there was no need for him to defeat Lawrence in the [gap], this untold residue had already corroded Lawrence little by little.

"There were a lot of people, and I can't remember many of them. ”

Lawrence's demeanor was so relaxed that it seemed that none of the dregs affected him, or that he had already been corroded too deeply to merge with the dregs.

"Why, you're still alive?"

Lorenzo couldn't figure it out, countless memories and wills were mixed together, and under this level of pollution, Lawrence should have lost himself a long time ago, but now he was still "awake".

"The name doesn't matter, it's just a pronoun for a mask. ”

Lawrence's figure gradually decayed, he seemed to be unable to withstand the oppression of the dead, and his body finally collapsed before Lorenzo's eyes, dragged into the burning chasm by countless palms, but then a withered palm lifted Lawrence's mask and put it on his face.

The withered body was infused with strength, the stiff muscles began to come to life, and the blood surged again.

It became Lawrence.

"It doesn't matter the name, Lorenzo Holmos, it doesn't matter if I'm Lawrence or not, it's what I'm going to do, it's the will that runs through it all. ”

It looked at Lorenzo as if it were fighting for the mask, for the "meaning" it represented, and countless palms gripped it again.

"Many years ago, here, at the moment when I was about to die, the blood of the Holy Grail saved me and gave me a glimpse of the future, the incomparably distant future. ”

It walked to Lorenzo's side, not too far away, but in that distance, it died several more times, and the mask was replaced again and again.

Lorenzo's heart froze, he was suddenly confused and frightened, he couldn't figure out what he was facing.

Lawrence is long dead, his will rotten by countless dregs, and his self is lost in broken memories.

Lawrence was still alive, he had lost his name, he had lost everything he had, but he still remembered what he was going to do, and he was bound like an iron law, and no matter how many times he was replaced, the order was still resolutely carried out.

This is the answer Lawrence has found, and he has overcome the side effects of Gabriel the Power with absolute iron law, albeit at the cost of the fact that he died a long, long time ago.

"Is human nature a protection or a shackle for us?"

It muttered to itself, and finally came to Lorenzo's side.

"What exactly are you going to do......"

Lorenzo tried to say Lawrence's name, but he hesitated the moment he blurted it out, he didn't know what to call the ...... in front of him Monster.

"What am I going to do? Simple, save the world. ”

It said.

Lorenzo was stunned, then scolded.

"What are you kidding!"

"I'm not kidding, the idea of a golden age is still too far away, too unrealistic. ”

Its voice was calm, but Lorenzo could feel the despair in it, and eventually it gave up on this unattainable ideal.

"How can demons be eradicated, this is a curse given to us by God, and we cannot break the curse...... But I can save the world, save everyone, I may not be able to eradicate the demons and make the golden age come, but I can at least let more people survive and ensure the survival of humanity. ”

The sound was like a crazy murmur, constantly pounding Lorenzo's mind, and Lorenzo felt that his world was collapsing.

Save the world for the survival of all mankind.

That's why it's it, it's purpose.

"Somebody has to do something, and the end of being bound by mortal nature is Lorenzo Medici, who did so much and finally failed, defeated by ridiculous humanity.

I'm not going to follow his path, Lorenzo Holmos. ”

It's been a long time since it's been so honest with someone, and it's like a confession, it's like a declaration of war.

"You're building an army, an army of secret blood, do you know what's going to happen when this gets out of control?"

Lorenzo retorted.

"This is necessary to save the world and keep humanity alive, this my army, it will only obey me. ”

It grabbed Lorenzo's head and forced him to look ahead.

"If you think I'm wrong, show me, try to prove my mistake, correct me, not talk big, Lorenzo Holmos. ”

"I'm not going to kill you, you're not my enemy, they are. ”

Lorenzo couldn't make any sound, he saw it, he saw its memories, the nightmares that hid deep within it.

It was a sea of blood, Lorenzo had seen it in his memory, but it was only a fragment, and now he had seen it all.

The tide was surging into the wilderness, and they wriggled strangely...... It's not seawater, it's countless demons, monstrous and terrifying demons.

They are as numerous as ant colonies, like the tides of the sea, endlessly.

Skimming through the wilderness, crossing rivers, invading cities, raging flames rising from the ruins, people wailing and resisting, strong walls crumbling little by little, and before the demons could conquer them completely, the warriors who guarded them turned into demons one by one.

The mortal armies were easily routed, and the Demon Hunters held out for a short time, but they were too few in number, and they were destroyed in flames along with the Cathedral of Santa Narro.

Lorenzo saw the old Dunling begin to fall under this tide of despair, and the familiar places were piled up with blood and corpses, and he vaguely saw countless corpses.

Shrike, Kestrel, Eve, Seleuc, Hercule......

Everyone will die, and this is an extremely dark and hopeless future.

Everyone was torn to pieces, minced flesh and entrails spilled on the ground, blood smeared everything in view, and gradually Invig fell, followed by Gaulnalo, the Vikings, Leber, ......

The whole world fell into dead silence.

Lorenzo gasped, he couldn't tell if it was a hallucination or a real memory, his suppressed despair causing him to lose his body temperature and his brain go blank.

That's what it wants to see.

It let go of Lorenzo and walked slowly forward.

This is the last pure land, and now the demons are rushing towards it, and it has no fear in the slightest, but a sense of relief.

Not bound by morality and ethics, abandoning human nature and desires, even oneself can be easily sacrificed for this purpose.

Raising his spiked sword towards the demons, Lawrence said calmly.

"This is my enemy, the battle I should fight. ”