How long have humans been in this crazy world?

Lorenzo sometimes thinks about strange questions, like he often calls "overthinking", thinking about questions that ordinary people have not thought about, and the most exhausting thing is that he can't answer.

So...... How long has human beings existed? That should be much longer than recorded in the current history books, but in such a long time, human beings have not left any footprints, and only in the thousands of years of modern times have they left a written and recorded record.

So, before that, before humans could write records, what were humans doing in those dark and unknown ages?

Lorenzo believes that none of this happened in a vacuum, so what are we doing before it happens?

Maybe this is also the curse of knowledge, Lorenzo thought about it, but he couldn't answer it, and he also had a strange premonition, if there is an unrecorded unknown in human beings, then is it related to demons?

Humans don't appear in the world out of thin air, and so do demons, so where do they come from?

When did these anomalies invade the world of normalcy?

His consciousness was flying, and in a strange state, Lorenzo's thoughts were much clearer, and in this indescribable state, he seemed to have a glimpse of the cause.

Maybe...... Maybe that's why?

Lorenzo thought of the reason, and then his thoughts were tugged down hard and the pain tore at his consciousness. The last time he did the [Gap] shuttle relied on Watson, and this time he took the initiative to trigger it, and this strange feeling almost made his consciousness faint.

But then Lorenzo saw that in an unknown starry sky, he was walking among the brilliant points of light, they were glowing with colorful colors, and they were extremely gorgeous...... It was one gap after another.

The Black Angel formed an alchemy matrix that magnified the [gap] shuttle, and the range crossed the entire territory of Invig to the other side of the sea, so that Lorenzo's consciousness instantly crossed a million distances and reached the place of origin.

All the points of light accelerated, and they extended into dazzling light trails in a rapid manner, and finally enveloped Lorenzo, and there was darkness in the roaring silence, and the dark world gradually brightened in the slow rise, and was added a gray-blue color.

The Witcher's Residence, the Origin of the Secret Blood.

In the silent temple, a vague phantus figure stood in a gloomy corner, and he looked at the dilapidated palace a little sluggishly, his body motionless, as if he was dead.

Sometimes the surprises of life come so quickly, unexpectedly, just exist in the expected situation, but so suddenly come to the eyes, all emotions are interrupted, only a blank is left.

The phantom tried to move, and from the perspective of others, the phantom seemed to not exist at all, like a ghost, but now the ghost's body was trembling slightly, he was excited and sad, angry and wanted to roar, but he lowered his head and mourned silently.

Lorenzo was indeed a ghost, a lonely ghost who had survived the night of Arrival, who should have died, but who had survived to the present, all that had burned in the fires of that night, leaving him to remember everything in the ruins.

"Good...... Long time no see......"

He muttered under his breath, but with all his strength.

Lorenzo was in no mood to think about anything else, he didn't even think about what state he was in, and if he still had flesh and blood, I'm afraid he would be in tears by now...... He hadn't cried in a long time.

The ghost just moved forward little by little, stepping over gravel and stairs.

......

After Anthony went to Invig, it seemed that the new pope was left alone in the entire St. Narlo Cathedral, and it was so quiet and solemn that after his brutal killing, in the baptism of blood, the evangelical church seemed to have returned to the era of worship.

The gates of heaven slowly closed, and in the darkness the elevator began to descend, falling towards the Sanctuary of Stagnation.

It was only then that the new pope could seem more relaxed, in this vertical shaft called the Gate of Heaven, which belonged neither to heaven nor to hell, to the crevice that no one knew, and only here he could avoid the prying eyes, take off his iron-white mask, and light a cigarette.

Time passed quickly, and after a cigarette burned out, the elevator reached the bottom, and the door slowly opened, revealing the Sanctuary of Stasis.

Due to the loss of the Book of Revelation, many departments in the Stagnant Sanctuary could not be reopened, and most of the witchers were sent to Old Dunling, and the garrison here was pitifully small or even unguarded.

There really is no need for people to guard this place, this was once the core of the Demon Hunting Order, but now there is nothing left here, some are just a desolate area, leaving future generations to remember everything that was once glorious.

Although he is in charge of the Evangelical Church, little is known about this new pope, who is so mysterious that his true face is hidden behind a mask, and he rarely leaves the Cathedral of San Narlo, and even rarely appears in front of people's eyes.

The subservient cardinals could not find him, but the new pope liked to return here and stay in the temple when he had nothing to do.

It is already a dilapidated place, and although it has faded a little under the subsequent construction, it is still difficult to restore its original glory.

It may have been extremely important, but now it's just a tombstone for the Demon Hunters.

The new pope was silent all the way, and walked along the familiar road to the end, pushing open the heavy door, and the clear scent of flowers came from behind the door.

It was a sea of flowers, pure white flowers blooming in this underground world, swaying slightly, like an ocean blown by the wind.

No one knows exactly when it was founded, at least for as far as some of those in the know can remember, there is no such warmth in the cold Stasis Temple.

A warm white light was cast from above, a pure white blur, and it was impossible to see its original appearance.

"Your Majesty. ”

The grave keeper came over, he was used to the frequent visits of the new pope, and he was also used to his new job, just guarding the tomb, it was much better than going out to fight and kill.

The new pope did not respond, but walked slowly in the sea of flowers, as if only here could his restless heart be calmed slightly.

Everything was quiet, and with the sea of flowers, you could see the tombstones that had been erected, but unfortunately there were no names on them, just numbers after numbers, numbers that had been forgotten.

Rusty blades stand beside the tombstones, one after the other, telling of a past that no one knows.

"Under the crown, the web of the heart is still hungry...... We ......"

After a long time, the grave keeper couldn't help asking, but he regretted it a little as soon as he finished asking.

The steel mask slowly turned, and he could feel the godless eyes scrutinizing him in the dark hollow, as if it were a soulless shell.

"They have made their final contributions, the secret blood has been drained, and the silver bolt has been melted down to forge a new nail sword...... Let the flesh rest in peace. ”

The sound does not fluctuate, as if it were paraphrased by a machine.

"And keep grief, child, because of their deaths, the world has not been invaded by madness. ”

The new pope looked at the sea of flowers, his voice without any emotion, standing like a sculpture.

The grave keeper didn't dare to say anything more, and he stepped back cautiously.

He has lived a long time and served many big people, but this new pope is different from them, very different, he is full of contradictions and unknowns.

Don't put too much emotion into the weapon.

Everyone who knows about the existence of demon hunters knows this sentence, so demon hunters have no names, only numbers, they have no past and future, only the present that is constantly fighting.

This iron-blooded pope can kill those powerful without hesitation, and bloodily suppress all opponents, but he has pity and even awe for these people who have long since died.

The grave keeper didn't know why, he didn't dare to guess, sometimes it was not a good thing to know too much, and sometimes he felt that when they knew about the existence of demons, they had been cursed by some unknown being.

It curses all those in the know, making them spend their lives battling the darkness in vain, and it sneers at mortals who seek to change it all.

The new pope sat down in his familiar position, took off his mask with his back to the grave keeper, and placed it on the tombstone beside him, continuing his long mourning.

Everything seemed to freeze, like a photograph that had been taken, and everything stood still in this moment, until a child who had left home finally returned, and he looked at it all blankly, he did not remember that there was such a place in the Silent Temple, nor had he ever seen these strangers.

The ghost walked slowly, trampling over the damp dirt and petals, all so foreign to him, until he saw the man kneeling in the sea of flowers.

"Here...... What's going on?"

Lorenzo was clearly unaware of his present condition, and it was only after unbearable grief that he realized his present situation, and he returned to the Sanctuary of Stillness, in a wonderful state.

Maybe this is really some kind of "ghost" state, Lorenzo reaches out and tries to touch objects, but nothing can be touched, no one can see him, and the sound he makes cannot be transmitted, as if he is isolated from the whole world.

Lorenzo is a detective after all, although he relies more on guns and swords when solving crimes, but now is a good opportunity to use his brain, he discovers the anomaly in this state, and can't help but think of everything about Lawrence.

Lawrence can use [gaps] to travel and encroach on others, so as to control another person, whether it is said that Lorenzo is also in this state, but he has never touched a living thing, causing encroachment.

He leaned vigilantly towards the sea of flowers, but at this moment the voice sounded.

"Yes...... You guys?"

Lorenzo's action stopped, he was a little unsure of what was going on, if it was right, there were only two people here...... And he, the ghost, so who is this man talking to now?

His heart was completely hanging, Lorenzo had been away from the Evangelical Church for too long, so long that the popes had all changed, and the Demon Hunting Order had been disbanded and rebuilt, there must have been more changes in this, but he didn't know yet.

The grave keeper didn't know what was going on, he couldn't observe Lorenzo, he didn't know what the new pope was crazy about, but now he didn't know what danger was coming.

Lorenzo wanted to figure it all out, and in his ghostly state he couldn't make changes to reality, and he leaned vigilantly towards the grave keeper, a bold idea rising in his mind, and this was the best chance to verify this strange state.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it slowly on the back of the grave keeper, and at the moment of contact, the illusory body collapsed in an instant, and countless memories and emotions collided on Lorenzo's mind, pain and madness coexisted, everything was so long, until the will was torn apart and put back together, and the world gradually brightened.

Lorenzo pressed his hands on the earth, soft and damp to the touch, he was stunned at first, and then slowly raised his hands, ecstasy and fear rising together.

He...... It did, as Lawrence did, taking control of another body by [gapping] and interfering with everything in the Stagnant Temple at such a distance.

Before Lorenzo could experience all this, the man in the sea of flowers stood up, he picked up the mask and put it on, and slowly turned around to look at Lorenzo...... Or rather, the grave keeper.

"Sure enough, it's your ......," he said.

Lorenzo still didn't understand, he wasn't a grave keeper, he didn't understand what the man said, but then he saw the mask in the white light, the holy robe.

"Teach...... Emperor. ”

Lorenzo never imagined that the man in front of him was actually the Pope, but then the new pope picked up the nail swords inserted next to the tombstone, and the sound of breaking through the air sounded, and then a nail sword was inserted in front of Lorenzo's eyes.

"I thought you wouldn't be coming back, but I was scared, right?"

The Pope asked.

He gripped the rusty nail sword and approached slowly, and as he approached, the pure white flowers withered, and they decayed and died, revealing the black earth and desolate tombstones.

There was no time left for Lorenzo to think, he had no idea what was going on, how he was exposed, and what was the matter with the "you" that the new pope was talking about.

Lorenzo instinctively picked up the nail sword in front of him, and the sense of crisis made him take precautions, but the moment he met the new pope, his heart seemed to stop beating.

Beneath the mask of steel, a blazing white flame burned in the dark eyes, and it burned more and more fiercely until the blazing fire washed away the rust.

The secret blood boiled for a long time, Seni Lothair set up the nail sword, the tip of the sword pointed at Lorenzo, slightly lowered, this is a familiar posture, a posture that Lorenzo will not forget.

"I will not give up on you, no matter how many times you come to kill me. ”

He said, and then came with thunder and fireworks, and the cold light fell, giving the order of divine punishment.