Thousands of believers poured into the city of the Holy Spirit to celebrate the birthday of the gods tonight, and it was clear that it was already winter, but they were still hot and dry from the countless heartbeats.

This is a religious holiday from the Evangelical Church, and according to the Gospels, the so-called gods were born on this day, because of his birth, the first rays of sunlight appeared in the dark world, so the whole world was burned with fire and rain for seven days and seven nights.

The demons that roamed the barren lands died in the rain of fire, new life was reborn from their ashes, and the solid glaciers melted, so that the raging tides swallowed up most of the world.

A beautiful new world slowly rises out of the aftermath of this destruction.

But in the same way, this day also has another meaning in the book of Revelation, according to the description in the book, when the gods come, the darkest shadow is only visible at its feet, that is, the abyss, and on this day not only the gods appeared, but the demons who fought with them also crawled out of the darkness.

"What are you waiting for? ”

Stepping out of the carriage and stepping on the bloody red carpet, Imam Lawrence looked at Lorenzo, who was still standing still, and questioned his hesitation.

"I'm thinking. ”

After a long pause, Lorenzo replied slowly.

"What are you thinking?"

"Everything. ”

As if hearing some joke, Imam Lawrence approached with a smile.

"There's no need anymore, all you have to do now is accept the honor and enjoy the triumph. ”

The centuries of war between the Demon Hunters and the demons have finally come to an end, and all the sacrifices have been worth it, and the flames of the night are blazing, finally burning the endless darkness completely.

The blood turned to mead, the corpses turned into soft bread, and the air seemed to be sweetened.

Lorenzo couldn't help but look around, people's faces were full of enthusiasm and joy, the prayer of the holy words matched with the organ in the church, and the melody was constantly boiling, as if the whole world was singing.

Yes, it's a day to celebrate, I don't know how long ago a god was born on this day, and in the distant future, the last demon will be crucified.

So the crowd reveled.

"Let's go, Lorenzo. ”

Reimam Lawrence held out his hand again, as if it were an invitation.

Behind him, at the end of the red carpet, the door of the Cathedral of San Nalo slowly opened, and endless light spilled through the crack in the door, and then the hymn became louder and louder.

"Lorenzo, what are you waiting for?"

Imam Lawrence still held out his hand, but on the other side of him Lorenzo seemed to freeze in place.

He stared silently at Imam Lawrence, his gray-blue eyes filled with pity and nostalgia.

"No, it's not my place after all...... I even said that the whole Philemerald, the Gospel Church did not belong to me. ”

Lorenzo said as he rummaged through his clothes, and in the holy robe, he skillfully took out an iron box, took out a cigarette from it, and lit it.

"I remember you didn't smoke. ”

As if he had seen something flawed, Imam Lawrence said slowly.

"Yes, that's a bad habit I developed in the old Dunling. ”

Lorenzo said as he looked at everything around him as if he were watching a farce.

"Do you remember, Imam Lawrence, that you led the specialized training of our witchers, and you told us at that time that demons are corrosive, and in the face of that terrible erosion, our will can only resist stubbornly. ”

"So we need a morning star to show us the way when we fall into darkness. ”

Imam Lawrence understood the meaning of Lorenzo's words, and he became a little serious.

"You mean that this is an illusion, whether it is the place of the seven hills, or me, it is just an illusion caused by the erosion of demons?"

Lorenzo nodded with a smile, he had seen through it all at some point, but as if he was in a hurry to leave, as if he was in a hurry to leave.

"And Lorenzo, since you know it's an illusion, how do you judge it?"

He said again.

The so-called morning star can be many things, an object, a paragraph, or even a natural phenomenon, it doesn't matter exactly what it is, the important thing is that when you know it exists from the first moment, you will be able to distinguish between the unreal and the real.

"I remember you never found your Daystar, after all, that kind of thing requires absolute trust and uniqueness, a trait that many people can't find. ”

Like a boat in a storm, the human will is crumbling in the storm of demons, and to get out of this predicament, they need a direction, a morning star that can guide them away, but the night sky is so prosperous, and the endless stars hang over it, they need a unique morning star that will never be confused with other stars.

"So isn't that why we were baptized by God's favor?"

Lorenzo replied lightly, halfway through the smoke, and the misty white smoke slowly rose.

"In that ritual our spirits are specialized, and another memory comes to mind that is not ours, but that only we know. ”

He looked like he was winning.

Imam Lawrence rarely stopped smiling, his kind body exuding a dangerous aura.

"So it's 42?"

All he could think of was the strange and meaningless number Lorenzo had spoken of earlier, but that thing was a little too ridiculous as a morning star.

What's 42?

42 birds, 42 swords, or is it a bronze piece of iron with 42 inscriptions?

It is too general to determine.

So Lorenzo shook his head and vetoed the answer.

"No, it's me. ”

"What?"

Imam Lawrence didn't understand Lorenzo's words for a while, but soon Lorenzo gave an explanation.

"Lorenzo Holmes. The name itself is a morning star, isn't it?"

"But there are many people in this world, what if someone has the same name as you?"

If you follow the wrong starlight, there is no way for the boat to sail out of the storm.

"No, because the name is so special, it's not even a name, it's just a symbol in place of a name. ”

Lorenzo liked the name, it was the embodiment of wishes.

"Not to mention ......"

With his hand in a familiar position, he drew a sharp blade from under the robe.

No one was agitated by Lorenzo drawing his sword, for he was a priest, a Templar, a witcher.

This is a place where faith can be condensed into substance, and everyone who can step into it is a believer in God, and there is absolute trust between them, ridiculous but solid as steel.

No one thought Lorenzo could do something blasphemous, after all, they felt that he was the same as them, the most devout of believers.

"What do you want to say?"

Imam Lawrence also put his hand under the robe, and the blade of the sword that had been with him for many years was quietly hidden in the red robe, waiting for his dispatch.

"I want to say, more importantly, that this is not my dream...... It's his. ”

"Like the name Lorenzo Holmes, which has not yet been born at the moment.

Lorenzo quietly looked at the face reflected on the blade, it was not Lorenzo's appearance, except for the same gray-blue eyes, the two faces were completely different.

It's been a long time.

Looking at the familiar appearance in the blade, Lorenzo sighed with emotion, even after so many years, his influence on himself still existed, even when he was about to forget him, he was dragged into his dream, a dead man's dream.

So at the very beginning, Lorenzo realized the vanity here, this was another person's memory, another person's dream, he was not in the place of the seven hills on the day of God's birthday, and he did not have the right to speak directly to Imam Lawrence, only he had, the one who lived in the depths of his soul.

"If it weren't for me, I'd like to stay here a little longer. ”

Lorenzo whispered, looking at the beauty that no longer existed, and the next moment the sword slashed violently.

Imam Lawrence is worthy of being the leader of the Demon Hunting Order, even though he is no longer in the prime of life, his reflexes are still outstanding, and he is even faster than Lorenzo, and his sword blade is as fast as thunder, as if it splits the lightning of the night, tearing through the air and making rolling thunder.

The metal slammed together, sparks and the piercing crash mingling like a bronze bell.

All eyes were focused on this, and a piece of iron fell from the sky, a broken blade that fell and stuck on the red carpet.

"It's really you......"

Lorenzo held the broken sword and couldn't help but admire, even in the illusion, Imam Lawrence was still so powerful, so strong that it was only the first round of encounters that came to a conclusion.

"Your will has been eroded, and this is not a dream, but a real reality. ”

The sharp blade rested lightly on Lorenzo's neck, and Imam Lawrence's eyes were solemn.

This is also common in the Order, where the witchers have been eroded over the years until they are completely unable to distinguish between reality and reality, and in the conversation he has been trying to guide Lorenzo to find his own morning star out of the darkness, but he has clearly confused everything and is trapped in the storm.

"I don't...... Imam Lawrence. ”

Lorenzo didn't care about the life-threatening blade, still with that unbridled smile.

"You're acting like a psychopath, trying to prove that you're not mentally ill. ”

"So it's an unsolvable ring, right?"

"We can heal you. ”

"You mean the bolt that reinforces the silver?"

Lorenzo smiled, as if mocking him, and seeing that Imam Lawrence fell silent, he continued.

"Actually, there is another way to prove whether this is a dream or not. ”

There was an ominous presence in the words, and Imam Lawrence sensed the difference, and almost subconsciously waved the blade in his hand, but this time he took a step slower, and the broken sword pierced directly through Lorenzo's chest, and he looked at everything in the city with a wild laugh and remembrance.

If you are trapped in a dream, then it is good to wake up, as long as you can wake up.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Imam Lawrence. ”

The blood gushed out uncontrollably, breaking away from the warm body, as if it were a farewell, he said.

"This is where the things of the old times end. ”

With a smile on his face, he jerked out his broken sword, and in the consternation of Imam Lawrence, Lorenzo pierced him again.