The windows were pushed open by the strong wind, and the crackling sound was continuous, as if countless hands were beating hard, and under this strange feeling, a cold chill poured into the room, causing the candle flame to sway violently.

The heavens and the earth were gray, and endless torrential rain fell from the rolling dark clouds, and slammed down on the harbor, the sea, and the ships, and the waves continued to surge, carrying the sea water and slapping on the deck.

This rainy season has rained much more than usual, and the outside world is like an apocalypse in the remote port of Rendona, with anchor chains being tightened and countless ships being pushed around like floating leaves.

However, the terrible situation outside could hardly affect everything inside the ship, and in the dimness, the flickering firelight reflected the cruel silhouette of people's faces.

The old man raised his head slightly, looking at the end of the long table, the somewhat unsettling guest.

He was wearing a cold, pitch-black mask with traces painted in brilliant gold, like a perfect piece of artwork, and his entire body was shrouded in a pitch-black robe, and under the loose fabric, it was difficult to distinguish his information from his form.

"Long time no see, Cardinal Migar. ”

There was a faint sound under the mask, and he greeted the old man at the end of the long table.

"Imam Lawrence?"

Migar asked suspiciously, although the meeting had been made in advance, but the familiar Lawrence he remembered would not wear a mask, and he was puzzled about the true identity under the mask.

"It's me. ”

"Then why don't you take off your mask?"

"Beneath the mask, there's just another mask. ”

Lawrence dodged Migr's question, in fact, no one except the epidemic doctor knew what Lawrence's face was like when he was born, and he wore a mask wherever he went after that.

"So, if you don't want to take off your mask, what do you have to prove yourself?"

Migar was wary, his exiles had been hunted by the new pope, and in order to counterattack the new pope, he needed the apocalypse that could have changed the situation, so he sent Shermans to the old Dunling.

However, a few days ago, he received the news of Shermans' death from secret sources, and after that, according to the information Shermans received, Lawrence had died in the battle with the purification mechanism before the god's birthday.

If Lawrence was already dead, then who was the masked man in front of him, and if he was really Lawrence, how did he fake his own death?

Migar was extremely vigilant that Lawrence was one of the culprits in triggering the Night of Advention, not to mention that he was a witcher himself.

Lawrence fell silent, turned his head, and looked out the window, at the end of the storm.

With his arrival here, the operation of the plague doctor should have begun, under Lawrence's layout, whether it is Shermans or the Protestant Order, they are all controlled by Lawrence, and the letter written by the secret blood, with the poor information, easily plays with everyone in their hands.

Presumably, at this moment, a local war has been set off in the Black Mountain Hospital, and everything is developing according to his expectations.

"Proof it? It's too simple. ”

Lawrence said, taking something out from under his dark robe, and placing it on the long table.

In the silence, only the sound of wind and rain outside the window remained, followed by a heavy gasp, and Migar stared at the book in front of Lawrence, her pupils narrowing little by little, until she changed from calm to frenzy and horror.

It was a book, a very simple book, the outer skin was wrapped in some leather-like material, and the whole looked very old, like an artifact that had just been mined from some excavation.

Migar could only sit and look at it from afar, more details difficult to discern.

"This ...... It's ......"

"The Book of Revelation. ”

Lawrence's voice underneath the mask was a mess of steel, sounding like a machine, dull and restless.

"Don't doubt whether it's true or not, although you haven't seen Revelation, your inner feelings don't deceive you, do you?"

Lawrence's voice echoed in his ears, but Migar did not reply, his calm face had already distorted slightly, as if something evil was placed in front of him, and it was hard for him to look away.

At the same time, all kinds of strange feelings floated in his heart, as if something sticky and greasy was churning in his stomach, and the cold invisible hand was caressing his spine little by little.

The dark side of his heart was constantly magnified at this moment, and Migar didn't notice it, his heartbeat had involuntarily accelerated, accompanied by a beastly gasp, and sweat covered his forehead.

"Will ...... Put it away. ”

The old man looked to the side with all his might, and Lawrence was right, this was the Book of Revelation.

The Gospel Church does not protect the Book of Revelation very well, because it is itself a terrible source of erosion, with a powerful memetic pollution that mortals, like Migr, will be lured into madness, and even the strong-willed witcher will be killed by the cursed knowledge while reading it.

It was the best defense in its own right, but it was seized by Lawrence in some unknown way.

"So, what are you going to do Lawrence? I'm just a lowly exile, and we exiles are of little value to you who have the book of Revelation. ”

Miguel longed for power, but he had a clear sense of the situation, and he knew he was worthless to Lawrence.

He didn't even have the desire to snatch the Book of Revelation, and Migar knew more about Lawrence's power than anyone else in the face of the former Masakh's witcher.

Migr may be able to command those who still believe in him, but those who are mortals are no threat to the witchers, and are slaughtered like animals.

"No, Migel, you still have some value, otherwise you wouldn't be alive today. ”

Lawrence was not in a hurry to reveal his purpose, and his gaze under the mask seemed to see through Miguel's heart.

"And you're looking forward to something, aren't you? Or you wouldn't have come to see me in person, so dangerous for me. ”

Migar was silent for a moment, except for the sound of the storm outside the window, but soon a hoarse laugh rang out, and Migar put away the panic and panic on his face and looked at the masked man in front of him.

"I'm starting to believe you're Lawrence. ”

It was a dangerous meeting, and as the leader of the exiles, Migar knew very well the value of his head, but even so, he came to meet Lawrence, who should have died, and ventured into the perilous place himself.

"What do you want from me? Lawrence. ”

Migar asked.

In the face of Migel's questioning, Lawrence was not in a hurry to answer, but said something else.

"You know, during the time I had the book of Revelation, I managed to barely get a very small part of it. ”

"For example?"

Migar was intrigued by Lawrence's words.

Although he was once a cardinal, he was only a mortal in the end, and he did not have the ability to read the Book of Revelation, and even if he glimpsed the book from afar, he could deeply feel the feeling of being affected by the erosion.

There are many prerequisites for the Gospel church to read the book of Revelation, but the ultimate goal is to remain sane until he passes on the message he understands.

After the disconnection of information due to the night of Arrival, the Demon Hunter, who is resistant to erosion, is the most suitable reader.

"For example...... Like the book itself. ”

Surprisingly, Lawrence brings the topic to the book of Revelation itself.

"People chase the knowledge of this book, but they never care about the strangeness of the book itself. ”

Fingers gently caress the rough surface of the book, and the passage of time leaves one scar after another on it, and the uneven touch is so clear, like a miniature mountain.

"It's made of human skin, Migar, and the whole book of Revelation is made of human skin. ”

These are words that ordinary people will tremble when they hear them, but in front of Lawrence and Miguel, two old monsters who have lived for an unknown amount of time, this kind of information is not ordinary, and it cannot touch anyone's nerves.

"So? It's just made of human skin, and we've done far more cruel things than that. Migar responded.

"Don't worry, listen to me...... It's a story you're familiar with, but in the meantime, I've had a new interpretation on a whim. ”

Lawrence continued, it was a story that had been pieced together in his mind, a hidden story.

"Remember the origins of the Book of Revelation and the Gospels, when demons were rampant in the dark ages, those who could not bear the fear received the oracle and headed north, and after an unknown number of years, they brought back the knowledge of God from that distant land.

They founded the evangelical church and became the first saints. ”

"Of course I know, what exactly do you want to say?"

Migar's eyes were still full of doubts, as a cardinal, he didn't know how many times he had heard this story, and he almost went deep into his heart.

Lawrence was silent at first, he remembered everything he had encountered when he infiltrated the Silent Temple, and he vaguely felt something, an imperceptible thread that connected one mystery after another.

"So have you ever wondered why the Book of Revelation they brought back was made of human skin?"

Lawrence's gaze fell on the austere Book of Revelation, as if unaffected by erosion, his pupils under the mask were incomparably clear.

If it is said that God used human skin to write these forbidden knowledge, does this prove that the so-called 'God' is real?

Or did the first saints find something and write it down using human skin?

Is it true that the book of Revelation in front of us is just a copy of something?"

"These are just myths!"

For some reason, Migar was terrified by Lawrence's simple and crazy conjectures, as if something evil was coming, and he shouted at Lawrence, interrupting him.

Lawrence was not angry, but as if he had been inspired by Migel, his voice tinged with strange delight.

"Yes, all this is just a myth, but who told such a myth in the first place? And isn't there something that proves the truth of this myth before our eyes at this moment?"

A shuddering laugh erupted from beneath the pitch-black mask.

"You see, Migar, you don't believe in any gods, do you? Or you wouldn't say anything that is just a myth, and you know very well that these things are nothing but deceptions...... So what is the original 'truth' of the 'myth', stripped of all those embellishments and beliefs?"

He gently stroked the book of Revelation, and the torrential rain outside the window intensified, the wind made the whole ship tremble violently, and the feeling inside was even more intense, as if the whole world was about to collapse.

"All this does not come out of nowhere, it should all have a root, the origin of the myth, the origin of the Book of Revelation, the origin of ours. ”

Lawrence looked up, and the two looked at each other, and Migar could see that blazing white fireworks were slowly rising in the pitch-black abyss beneath the mask.

"Migel, the Book of Revelation, the Evangelical Church, and Me in the Blood are the perfect proof of all this, somewhere in this world, in the north where the myths and the saints have been revealed, where there is the source of it all. ”

The cold wind swept into the room with the icy rain, and the burning candles were extinguished one by one at this moment, and fell into endless darkness, in the darkness Miguel looked at Lawrence with an expressionless face, his unexpectedly calm now, or maybe the bad performance just now was just his disguise.

Migar asked in the dark.

"Why would you do this, Lawrence, why do you stubbornly pursue these long-forgotten things, when you already have supreme power and can form a new demon hunting order at any time to rule over the people?"

Why?

yes, why? I am so unscrupulous, so cruel and crazy.

This is because ......

"Because I see the future, Migar.

An incredibly distant future, a terrible future, a future in which everyone will die. ”

"So what?"

Lawrence's words froze, and for some reason he suddenly remembered the old man's face, perhaps it was then that the two had a disagreement and ended up going down different paths.

Nostalgia paused for only a moment, and the face under the mask showed a smile, and the corners of his mouth almost tore apart, like the ghost in that nightmare.

"So I'm going to save the world, Migar. ”

The man stood up, grabbed the Book of Revelation and pressed it to his chest.

"Change this...... A hopeless future. ”