The same story has a different appearance in different people's mouths.

Everyone thought that the previous pope was dead...... Or in the story told by the new pope, he died, but in fact he did not die, but was secretly imprisoned by the new pope in this filthy and forgotten place, where no one would know that he was here, and even if anyone knew, they would not be able to come here to save him.

Because this is not a place for mortals to reach, this is a hell that exists in the mortal world.

The refining of the secret blood is based on demons, and the powerful blood is sublimated, and the useless flesh and blood bodies are thrown into the well of sublimation, where countless demon corpses are hoarded, some of them are not even dead, and they live on the bodies that have been cast to live, and this has been going on for nearly a thousand years.

Therefore, there is too much madness and weirdness accumulated here, and as the depth of the deep well falls, the intensity of erosion also increases, and at the bottom of this deepest well, only the witcher can maintain his sanity to arrive here, and mortals will be alienated and crazy on the way into the deep well.

The new pope was pleased with his methods, a perfect prison for punishing those he hated.

Hundreds of meters from the ground, the air is full of the smell of fish, surrounded by unilluminated darkness, where the "filth" of the Evangelical Church has been piled up for nearly a thousand years, and the old pope has survived in such darkness to this day, and it is hard to imagine how he survived this crazy silent night.

"I don't know ......"

The old Pope, like a fool, kept repeating the words in his shriveled throat, but it was not a satisfactory answer.

It was difficult to discern any expression in the hideous appearance of the new pope, and he looked down at the old pope with a confused expression, and slowly let go of him.

"Why? Why don't you want to say anything?"

He was puzzled and puzzled.

"Obviously, if you had said it at the time, you might have been on some luxurious soft bed now, holding a woman and drinking wine...... I promised you, that if you would say it, I would make sure you lived the rest of your life safe and sound. ”

The voice became angry, and the sword was drawn and stabbed, repeatedly piercing through the old Pope's body, the tattered body was cut repeatedly, the wounds were hideous and horrific, but no blood flowed, and the injured body healed in a very short time.

The old Pope seemed to have become numb to the pain, he didn't feel anything, he just kept saying "I don't know".

The new pope's brutal brutality soon ended, and he knew that this kind of suffering was nothing to the old pope, but if you think about it, the new pope had no new way to torture him.

The old Pope, who had also been a noble believer, also hated the power of the secret blood, but the funny thing was that he still needed it, so the new Pope also gave him this demonic power, injected him with the secret blood, watched him suffer, and threw him into this hell.

The believers of the Kingdom of Heaven were now covered with filth, and their wings became heavy, like rocks that could not be waved.

"Kill me!"

The old Pope suddenly showed a crazy look, his mood changed greatly, and he had already fallen into madness in this dark torment.

The stiff arms scratched weakly at the robe of the new pope, and the old pope even wept bitterly, and he let out a whimpering cry, praying for the arrival of death, for which death was the only relief, for which the once proud head was lowered, repeatedly striking the ground.

"Please, kill me. ”

As he spoke, the new pope had no intention of doing so, just staring coldly at the ridiculous scene.

"Why do you want to die? Isn't that what you've always longed for?"

The new pope half-knelt down, he reached out and gently pulled the hateful head with a gentle gaze.

It was not a relaxing gaze, it seemed to the old pope to be the eyes of the devil, with mockery and sarcasm in them.

"Your Majesty, I started reading the Gospels after I became pope, and I didn't care about this stuff before, thinking it was just a bunch of, but now I see that it's where the truth lies. ”

The solemn aura before was gone, just like an ordinary conversation of a friend, but the more peaceful it was, the more frightening it became.

"Yes, demons breed in the shadow of God, actually...... They are symbiotic with each other, and it is because of the abomination of demons that the greatness of God is manifested, isn't it? But in the same way, isn't it because of God that there are demons?"

The new pope spoke, his fingers gently caressing the skeletal face, and tiny fireworks rose from his fingers, leaving tear-stained burns on the old pope's already scarred face.

"We've captured the root of the demons, the so-called 'Holy Grail', and if you kill it, it's all over, but why, why do you want to indulge in their rivalry, and why did you end up in it?"

His voice erupted in rage, and the old Pope let out a cry of grief, his fingers slowly sinking under his skull in the burning pain, leaving a bloody dent.

"Yes, it is not surprising that the shadow of God breeds demons, and it is not surprising that the core of the Holy Church, the core of the Holy Church, is controlled by desire, right?"

It is precisely because of these so-called saints that they have ended up in the current situation.

"Please, kill me. ”

The old Pope wept, scarlet blood pouring out of the hollows of his eyes.

"Why? You want eternal life so much that you don't even want to kill the Holy Grail, you hate witchers and you long for the same long life...... Everything has a price. ”

The new pope gritted his teeth.

The pursuit of power, the pursuit of wealth, and the pursuit of eternal life are intertwined with each other because of these intertwined desires, which finally led to the tragedy of the night of the Arrival.

"I'm wrong, kill me......" he pleaded.

"No, no, no, it's too late, Your Majesty, you've got eternal life, and you can't die. ”

The new pope said cruelly, once again piercing the nail sword into the old pope's body, pulling hard.

"How can a man survive in such an environment, and how can he endure this pain without dying?"

"There is nothing cruel to humiliate a saint than to make him the most disgusting thing for yourself. The new pope whispered, leaning his head close to his ear.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, you've become a monster. ”

The old Pope's movements froze, it slowly covered its eyes, and its body trembled violently, not knowing whether it was crying or laughing.

The new pope stood up, raised his lantern, and the light illuminated what was behind the old pope, an endless expanse of flesh and blood, arched high like a hill, and on top of this hill were countless bodies, most of them dead, and a few of them were unconscious, and became a living corpse.

The hill of flesh joined the ground, and flesh filled the bottom of the well.

A Messia-class containment object, a demon known as the Leviathan.

The new Pope is now standing on the body of one of the largest demons in history, born from the filth that fell into the bottom of the well, and has grown for nearly a thousand years, occupying the entire underground.

No one knows its exact form, and it is still growing slowly to this day, it is a combination of all sins, but fortunately it has no self-consciousness, unlike the bloodthirsty madness of ordinary demons, it does not even have biological instincts, it just exists quietly here.

Leviathan is not its specific name, but the name given to all the big demons in the Evangelical Church, but there are very few records of such demons in history.

"It's a good feeling to live forever, it's alive for a thousand years, and if nothing else, you'll live with it until the next thousand years later. ”

The new pope looked at the old pope, and in the light of the light it could be seen that the lower half of its body had long been fused with flesh and blood, and the bottom of the well was like a huge digestive tract, devouring the abandoned filth.

The old pope was speechless, but then the new pope shoved a cigarette into his mouth and lit it.

"Enjoy, after all, no one will know you're here since I died, and you'll rarely have a chance to smoke cigarettes for the rest of your long life. ”

The old pope was silent, it was like a stone sculpture, unmoved.

The new pope didn't care, he looked at the flesh that stretched to the end of the darkness, and he only felt a palpitation.

"But don't worry, we'll all be in awe of you, after all, you've become a part of it. He said.

"It feels good to be in power, and when you're on top of the world, you know things that are even more taboo, something I never dared to think about, and who would know that this is the real temple of stasis? ”

The new Pope trampled on the flesh under his feet vigorously, the Leviathan demon under his feet is the source of everything, and the [gap] that connects all the witchers is it, such a huge and ancient body, and there is also a [gap] that can accommodate countless consciousnesses.

He didn't know how the Evangelical Church did this, but they called this system of communication the Nexus Web, directing directly through the Gap with a silver bolt.

"You...... How do you know these ......" the old pope slowly raised his head, "I obviously destroyed all that knowledge. ”

"But there's always something missing, isn't it?"

The new pope lit another cigarette for himself, and the light of the fire once again reflected his hideous face.

"Evangelical churches are really weird...... Even though I became a pope and knew so many secrets, I still felt a deep sense of powerlessness in the face of these things. ”

The old pope was silent, while he continued.

"Lorenzo Medici, I have only come this time to inquire about his secrets, and according to what I have gathered, in his later years he became less and less in control of the evangelical church, until he had to go into seclusion, and then you took office, and you did not let down your guard against him, and continued to play with him in secret. ”

"What is the Scabbard Treaty?"

The new pope asked suddenly, and the withered figure remained silent as if it hadn't heard.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, in fact, I guess that it's not far from ten......"

The new pope, observing the reaction of the old pope, continued.

"Lorenzo Medici, his excessive pursuit of power, not only control the Evangelical Church but also the Demon Hunting Order, but he was indeed a good man, a natural monarch, and under his leadership we ushered in a golden age, which was comparable to our glorious crusade a hundred years ago.

He is very similar to you, but a little different, you are afraid of death, you are nostalgic for this world of lust, and he is unwilling to die for the sake of that beautiful golden age. ”

The new pope grabbed the withered head and stared at the hollow in the pitch black.

"Lorenzo Medici is still alive, right?"

After a long time, the corners of the old pope's mouth pulled out an arc that seemed to be a smile.

"Aren't you very clear that he died, died on the night of Coming, and his body was buried in the place of the seven hills, with the saints of all ages?"

"Oh, really?"

The new pope laughed too, and he looked at the old pope playfully and continued.

"Your Majesty, you are a good keeper of secrets, and no matter how much I torture you, or even throw you here, you have never given me any answers, nor have you told me those secrets...... At that time, you were very well disguised, but now it is different, Your Majesty, you poor appearance, it is really ridiculous to disguise......"

The new pope saw through its lies at a glance, he continued.

"He survived, and you know that, right? Maybe you don't know the specifics, but you know he won't die easily...... You were an adversary to him, but now you're covering it up because it involves you, right? and the thing that makes you lie to me must have something to do with the 'truth.'" ”

The old pope's voice trembled a little, "No...... No......"

"Actually, I already know, at least partially, that Lorenzo Medici is still alive, and he has also received 'eternal life', but he has achieved immortality by occupying other people's bodies, right?

Gabriel ...... That's what you call this power, right?"

The old Pope had froze completely, and after all these years in this desperate place, it had thought that it would no longer feel so-called fear, but now that strange feeling had returned, and it was choking its throat.

"No ......"

"Let me think about it, this so-called Treaty of the Scabbard is related to the power Gabriel, which Lorenzo Medici acquired at the end of his life, and through this power of power he invaded the body of another person and lived down, and his body died on the night of Adventing. ”

"No way! That power has been sealed! And Lorenzo Medici is so old, he can't bear the secret blood......"

The old Pope shouted, but then his voice fell, and it looked at the devilish face in disbelief.

"You lied to me......"

"Yes, the long ordeal has worked, at least your mind is no longer as quick as it used to be. ”

The new pope had a sad gaze, and the once powerful pope had also gone mad in the long torment at the bottom of the well, and had become far less than before.

"The information has burned out on the night of Presentation, and even if I became the Pope, I only barely got a few fragments, but you know that I am very smart, and if I am not smart I would not be the Pope, so I pieced together this story from that information......

Actually, I know you won't say it, but I'm here to let you confirm the truth of my story, it seems that it's true, Lorenzo Medici is still alive. ”

The new pope spoke slowly, and the more he spoke, the more the so-called madness welled up on the face of the old pope.

"Actually, the most surprising thing to me is that you actually covered up for him, and you didn't want me to know this, so ...... Gabriel the Power has something to do with the 'truth', doesn't it?"

This sentence completely detonated the old Pope, and it scratched and bit the new Pope like a madman, but its attack was so weak that it was only in vain, wailing and crying, and finally it stopped, and its voice was full of pain.

"Why, why are you so obsessed with the 'truth'?" the old pope did not understand.

"I didn't care about this before, I saw it very openly, witchers are just a job, but the night of Advent changed all that, many people died, people I knew, people I liked, people I loved, even I lost half my life that night......"

He couldn't help but stroke his hideous face, followed by a twisted smile.

"Since then I have wondered what I am fighting for, saying that I am defending human sanity, but we don't even know what the enemy is, yes, what are demons? Why are they in this world? If they are the shadows of God, then where are the so-called gods?

What exactly is a demon?

What's going on in this world?"

The new pope's voice was calm, but in the calm there was an unquenchable anger.

"Everyone died so easily, but we don't know what we died for, it's ridiculous......"

The old Pope stopped crying, and in a trance the so-called sanity returned to this body after a long absence, and at the bottom of this well of despair, it was briefly awake.

"But that's not a good 'truth', you won't like it, it just makes a bigger mistake. ”

"I don't care. ”

"You're going to die. ”

The new pope was stunned and seemed to remember something, and he asked.

"Do you know Jiuxia?"

"The Far East?"

"Yes, there is such a saying circulating there. ”

"What?"

Chao asked, Xi Ke died. ”

The new pope dropped the cigarette case, which still had a few cigarettes left, not an expensive thing, but a treasure in this desperate place.

"Save a little smoke, maybe my next visit will be decades away? After all, we witchers have a long way to live. ”

As he spoke, he turned to leave, the lantern illuminating the path ahead, and the blood flowing forward like a sea of scarlet.

The old Pope grabbed the cigarette case a little sluggishly, and it looked at the slowly departing figure with great fear, the light kept leaving, and the darkness dragged it back little by little, and it went crazy again, wailing.

"Come back, please!"

It's too dark, it's too lonely.

"Please, kill me!"

Such eternal life was too painful for the old Pope, but it could not die, it was bound to this vast flesh and blood, it would be thirsty and hungry, but it would never die.

The new pope ignored it, but grabbed the chain and followed it back to the entrance.

The point of light grew smaller and smaller, until it almost disappeared from view, and the old Pope collapsed, and it endured the endless darkness until it finally saw the light, but now the light was leaving, and it cursed sharply.

"Do you think you're going to be human by taking a human name? You're a monster like me!

In the deep darkness, the resentful voice echoed.

"You're going to die here with me!" Raphael!"

Raphael stopped, he turned his head and saw no more of the old pope, only a slowly creeping darkness.

The lantern lit up all around him, and there were countless corpses, one after another, which had also been thrown from the Well of Ascension, and in the long course of time, the corpses had piled up in the shape of a hill.

"Of course, of course I'm going to die here......"

Raphael whispered, looking at the dead with a look of pity...... That's not an ordinary person, that's a demon hunter, all these corpses are demon hunters, and this is the ultimate destination of all demon hunters.

They originate from the Well of Sublimation and will eventually be the Well of Sublimation.