Tonight was strange, as if something was going to happen, the bright full moon was like the pupils of the eyes, as if the eyes of some god, with the stars staring coldly at the mortal earth.

Lorenzo stood in a daze on the deserted street, he didn't seem to have recovered from the shock of the scene, the golden flames burned all the nothingness, and then the world of his memory appeared before him.

This daze did not last long, and soon he realized this, took two cautious steps forward, and then looked at the familiar city with nostalgia and palpitations.

The buildings are like towering spears that pierce the sky, the streets are filled with devout believers during the day, and the prayers and chants never cease at night.

That's right, he did, back to the depths of memory, this city of faith and sacredness, the place of the seven hills.

In Lorenzo's mind, he was one of the Medanzo witchers, guarding the Cathedral of Santa Nalo, and he knew everything in the city well, following the route he remembered, towards the land of candles and chants.

The song grew clearer and clearer, and Lorenzo knew that he was about to reach the ancient building, and his steps were heavy, and the sound of the inspiration began to overlap with the other, and the two steps overlapped, and the man walked past Lorenzo in the dark.

Lorenzo looked distractedly at the man who walked past him, dressed in a splendid iron armor with a white robe tattooed with gold trim, a nail sword stuck at his waist, and his face hidden under the helmet.

It was a cold iron face, and there was a gaze peeking around in the darkness under his eyes, and the iron cross on his chest collided with the iron armor back and forth, making a crisp sound, and he followed the crisp sound, humming a familiar hymn.

“...... 047。 ”

Lorenzo muttered.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but perhaps intuitively, Lorenzo could be sure that the man in front of him was 047, who was known as Medanzo and was the strongest shield in the Basilica of Santa Nalo.

047 didn't see Lorenzo, to be precise, Lorenzo didn't exist in the first place, this is the world of memories, everything in front of him happened many years ago, Lorenzo is only coming back now.

It was late at night, the streets were deserted, and the Cathedral of San Nallo slowly emerged before my eyes, where the never-ending chant reverberated and the candlelight was like a sea, surging and rippling.

The white brick staircase appears before the eyes, which connects the Cathedral of San Naro with the land of the seven hills, like the staircase to heaven, and all the believers aspire to ascend this staircase and enter the wonderful kingdom of God.

And at this moment, there are a few people scattered on this staircase, they are not many in number, it seems that there are only a dozen, but they are wearing the same iron armor as 047, and the nail sword is hidden in the sheath, and the edge of the iron armor is shining with a sharp light.

The Medanzo witchers stood on the stairs like stone sculptures, motionless and with a suppressed murderous aura, until the arrival of 047, the frozen image melted.

"The patrol is over?" 051 asked.

"It's over, the place of the seven hills is not big, and there is a curfew tonight, and the patrol will be very fast. 047 said.

047 is the Witcher who was named Medanzo, the leader of these Medanzo Witchers, but he does not have the posture of a superior person, just like when they were training before, their relationship is like that of a close comrade-in-arms.

Lorenzo stood not far from the stairs, and he was puzzled.

He looked around, but among these Medanzo witchers, he didn't find himself, as if he wasn't here at the moment, but according to the regulations of the Medanzo witchers, he had to be here at the moment, it was his duty.

047 moved again, interrupting Lorenzo's thoughts, as he walked up the stairs to the top, stopping at the top of the staircase.

This was his position, and from this high vantage point he could see everything in the square in front of the Basilica of San Nalo, and if the enemy attacked head-on, it would not be able to hide from his eyes.

051 also walked over, this person gave Lorenzo a very strange feeling, although he was also a Medanzo witcher, but Lorenzo didn't know this person, and he couldn't remember what the face looked like under the cold iron mask, but he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, which was very contradictory and weird.

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

"There's nothing to be nervous about. 047 said lightly, then continued to hum the nameless chant.

After all, this is the Cathedral of San Nalo, this is the place of the seven hills, if there is a glorious place in this world, it must be here, this is the place of light, and the demons come here to send them to death.

Although there had been several demon attacks before, they had all been perfectly defused by the demon hunters, and with Medanzo's sturdy armor, the demons had not even been able to step on the last step.

They are so strong and confident.

051 shook his head uneasily, he could feel the difference tonight, as if something was going to happen, the sudden curfew had brought cold oppression to the whole city, the silence around him was not good, and the singing from the church behind him seemed to be the only sound in the silence.

It was a strange feeling, as if the Cathedral of Santa Naro was the only island in the night, and the darkness around it was full of evil, ready to ride the wind and extinguish all the fires.

047 seemed to know something, but he didn't say anything, just continued to hum the nameless chant.

He apparently didn't have a moving singing voice, and his singing voice was a little hoarse, but fortunately, the singing in the church overshadowed his voice, and only 051, who was close to him, faintly heard it.

After a moment, 047 suddenly stopped and said slowly.

"Don't worry, there's nothing to worry about, if there really is a demon, draw your sword and kill it, just like we did before, it's very simple. ”

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

051 sighed helplessly, should he be said to be the witcher who was named Medanzo?047 was always so steady, like an impregnable iron mountain, as long as he was there, the situation was still under control.

Maybe...... Maybe it's because of this that he's Medanzo.

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

"It's just to reinforce memory, it doesn't have a name, it doesn't have a score, it's just a melody passed down by word of mouth, if you forget it, you really forget it," 047 said with a smile, "It's a song I heard by chance, from a respected old man." ”

He remembered a long time ago escort operation when he protected the old man named Lorenzo Medici to his retreat, humming the song along the way.

The old man said that it was an ancient hymn, and that apart from this melody passed down by word of mouth, everything about it had died in the long river of history, and even he himself learned that this song originated from a dying ascetic.

The extraordinarily charitable of that old man seemed to be the reason for his old age, which was completely different from the rumored ferocity.

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

I don't know how long this ancient hymn has been passed down, it is only transmitted by human memory, but human memory is so fragile that perhaps some fragments of it have long been forgotten, or the melody has been tampered with in the long humming.

Then the old man stopped talking, just stubbornly humming, and then 047 realized that the old man was very old, so old that even his memory was unreliable, and he could only repeat it stubbornly, so that this melody was engraved in the depths of his memory.

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

Lorenzo stood not far away, humming the ancient chant so similar to the song of memory, and the old man stubbornly hummed it in the ritual of implanting the secret blood.

"051, what are you going to do next?"

As if to comfort the restless child, 047 asked suddenly.

"After?, what?" asked 051.

"Retired, after retirement, I'm going to go to Old Dunling, with two friends, we're going to open a detective agency together, it's going to be a great time. 047 chattered, his gaze turning to the iron mask beside him.

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

"I don't know, I've only been a witcher for a short time, I didn't expect it to be that far. ”

"Oh, then you have to plan ahead, after all, it's a life plan. 047 said.

051 was silent at first, then asked with some hesitation.

"Can you take me with you?"

"What?"

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

051 said, his head bowed, his iron face hanging to the ground.

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

"That's not going to work, 051. ”

"Why?" 051 was puzzled.

"Since you and I weren't the same witchers, you might still be serving when I retire?" 047 said suddenly, pretending to be relaxed again.

051 was a little confused, and for a moment he didn't know if it was a refusal or something else.

The witchers are divided into batches, 051 is the new Medanzo witcher, and 047 has been fighting demons for many years, and even got the honorary name of Medanzo.

"However, I can wait for you in Old Dunling, 051, provided that you must live until then, of course. 047 said.

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

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

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

Lorenzo, who was staring from the sidelines, was stunned for a moment, and then more bells rang, and the sound came from all directions, like soldiers with swords and armor, baptizing the earth with the torrent of sounds.

They repeated the sound, shattering the silence completely, and the pervasive chants were completely covered, leaving only the sound of the evening bell from the hammer strike.

It's like an all-night party, and this is where it begins.

047 seemed to understand what was happening, his eyes were awe-inspiring, and he drew his nail sword, the pale light shining like a star in the moonlit night.

"Everyone!

047 yelled, the rest of the witchers had no idea what was all about, but out of trust in 047, they drew their swords in unison, and the aftermath of the blade unsheathed converged into a long roar that shook the gods.

Lorenzo watched all this, and then he realized something, his expression grew to horror and despair, and he shouted loudly.

"Run!"

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

047 didn't move, Lorenzo felt great pain for a moment, he thrashed hard, but in the end he knelt down unbearably.

Lorenzo breathed hard, and after realizing his incompetence, he roared angrily, as if to vent all his pain.

It's all in vain, here are the memories, everything Lorenzo saw at the moment was what had happened, and he couldn't change what had already happened......

Lorenzo's movements stiffened, and then he looked up at 047's cold iron face, which was like an artist's sculpture, an angel of mercy.

...... It's not the memory he's going through, it's the memory of 047, it's everything he's been through.

"Run...... You're going to die......"

Lorenzo yelled feebly, like a wanton and wayward child, doing everything ridiculous...... But that didn't change anything, a night like this had happened in one night many years ago, and the people he saw now had died in that night.

He was like a mourner who had traveled through time, unable to do anything but stand here silently, watching these dying people move forward in despair.

These men were going to die, pierced by swords and claws, killed, gnawed, destroyed, mutilated and entrailed all about, all of which no one knew.

They were going to die, and in this cruel night, they died silently, as if they had never existed.

Lorenzo's eyes glazed over, looking at the hideous, twisted church, and muttering softly.

"Tonight, the great divine has come here. ”

The erosion of the sea overflowed from beneath the ground, from the glorious and holy church, like freed demons, faintly reverberating with laughter, which wanted to ignite the sacred city and celebrate their freedom.

It was like an inverted whirlpool, the roaring and tumbling erosion was like a thousand rushing torrents, they were released from the central source, and in the blink of an eye the invisible tide covered the entire place of the seven hills, and the terrifying pressure crushed the will of every sober person, and it tugged at the mind, as if it were about to tear the whole world apart.

"Demon hunters!

In the midst of despair, 047's eyes rolled up like daylight, and he raised his nail sword and hissed and roared.