Chapter 303 The Undead

The demon hunters are here, and they have dealt a devastating blow to the manor. Shermans' guards are not the opponents of the demon hunters at all. The older guards know who these people are vaguely, and they are frightened. , Some people even began to rout and flee.

But this was a massacre. The demon hunters did not plan to let anyone leave. As Shermans said, many people fled like a railway in the wild, trying to climb a passing train to leave here, but it was empty. There is no cover on the ground.

  A corpse fell, and the blood mixed with the falling rain filled the shining green grass, as if God was feeling sorry for this massacre.

Lorenzo, who was running wild, stopped and looked out the window. The heavy rain fell and the light vapor was surging. He could see the fire in the manor, and the dead corpses outside the manor. Demon hunters were showering. When it rained, they were like ghosts who did not know where to return, wandering and clearing all those who tried to escape. There were sporadic gunshots, and it seemed that the remaining guards were stubbornly resisting.

Lorenzo moved his gaze back, and hid the hand holding the lacquered antimony flying knife in the dark, while holding the nail sword in the other hand, the remaining pocket knives were pinned to his waist. Fight for a long time.

There were footsteps, and more than that, there were also some other sounds mixed in. Lorenzo leaned on the wall vigilantly. With his good attacking posture, he could throw a paint antimony knife as soon as the enemy arrived. , Taking advantage of the explosion to continue chasing the enemy until they are completely powerless.

The door on the other side of the corridor was pushed open, but just as Lorenzo was about to throw the throwing knife, he saw that the man was Jager, he was struggling with a cane in one hand and holding the other. The pistol, his body was stained with blood, there were many wounds, and he didn't know that he had a lame leg, so he survived the attack of the Demon Hunter.

  He looked very embarrassed, his face was pale, and the blood ran down the crutch.

  Jager and Lorenzo were looking at both sides of the corridor. Jager was frightened at first, and then the expression of fear quickly dissipated. He raised the pistol in one hand and pointed at Lorenzo.

  In any case, Jager did not expect Lorenzo to appear here. The chase in the rat's nest made Jager understand that he was definitely not Lorenzo’s opponent. He was dead, but he still raised his gun stubbornly.

   "Lorenzo!"

  The old voice sounded, and Shermans walked over from the other side. The old fellow unexpectedly did not escape very far.

   His appearance made the tense atmosphere relax a bit. Jager was startled at first, and looked at the somewhat sad old man in disbelief.

  Shermans' current condition is terrible. There are multiple sword wounds and burns on his body, and the swollen blisters have dried up, folds together, and sticks to that old face like bark.

  The white robe was also burned, and the only part was soaked in blood. If you didn't know him, no one would associate him with that noble cardinal.

"grown ups!"

  Yage quickly walked over with a cane. He couldn't stand still, but he insisted on holding Shermans.

   "Now is not the time for the master and servant to have a deep affection. The Demon Hunters of the Protestant Mission have surrounded this place. We have to find a way to escape."

  Lorenzo looked at them coldly, death will come at any time.

  Although he can fight the Demon Hunter, Lorenzo can't take care of Shermans while fighting, and as the number of simultaneous fights against the Demon Hunter increases, maybe Lorenzo himself will die here.

  Lorenzo's eyes were only on Shermans, he didn't even look at Jager, in his opinion, Jager had no hope of surviving.

  Yage, after checking Shermans’ injury, gave Lorenzo a vigilant look.

   "Lorenzo... Lorenzo Holmes."

   Supported by Jager, Shermans spoke weakly, and at the same time the gunshots outside the window became violent. The guards were still resisting, mixed with the thunder, and deafening.

   "Old guy, I have a lot to ask you!" Lorenzo asked urgently.

  Maybe a demon hunter will come out from the corner and stabbed Shermans to death. Lorenzo doesn't care about his life or death, but he cares about the secrets in Shermans' mind.

"what are you doing!"

  Jager saw Lorenzo treat Shermans so rudely, and raised her gun angrily, but she was stopped by Shermans.

   "Ask, my child, just like I said, answer all questions."

Shermans smiled sorrowfully. There is not much he can do between life and death. He only pines his hope on Lorenzo. Although Shermans has never really understood Lorenzo, but now this former "May Danzo" is the only thing he can trust.

This is not a good place to talk, nor is it a good time to talk, but Lorenzo has no time to think about those. He condenses all his inner problems into one, and it leads to Lorenzo’s final Mystery, the only clue.

   "Lorenzo Medici."

The name    surprised Shermans, and he never expected to hear it again here.

   "Lorenzo Medici... how is his old age?" Lorenzo asked.

  He didn’t have time to explain the mystery of his identity, as well as the fragments of Lorenzo’s Medici in that strange memory. He could only summarize as much as possible.

   "You... why would you ask him? I thought you wanted to know where the treasure of the Knights of the Templar is."

  After a brief astonishment, Shermans said hoarsely.

  "Do you think I care about that kind of thing? The secrets of the church, the secrets of the night of the Holy Promenade, the secrets of Lorenzo Medici."

  Lorenzo grabbed the blood-stained collar of Shermans, his gray-blue eyes with rising fury.

   "Tell me what you know!"

  ……

   "Lorenzo Medici..."

The three people are hiding in the wine cellar. Shermans is sitting between Lorenzo and Jager. They are leaning against the wall and facing the door of the wine cellar. While Lorenzo is listening to him, he holds the paint antimony in his hand. Throwing knives and shotguns pointed at the door.

Time, at this moment Lorenzo needs time to understand this past intelligence, so they finally chose to hide in the wine cellar. Although it looks like a Jedi, according to Shermans, there is a secret path here... accurate. It's not a secret tunnel, but compared to common wine cellars, it has two doors, and the other leads directly to the ground.

  This manor is very large, at least the demon hunters have not searched it for the time being, which left them a lot of precious time.

  Shermans laughed, holding a wine bottle in his hand, and directly raised his head and drank.

  Although no one has lived in it for a long time, when Shermans moved here, he brought a lot of materials donated by the cleaning agency.

   "I didn't expect to be able to drink swigs before death, it's really good..."

  Shermans looked at the swaying liquid in the bottle, like blood.

   "Lorenzo Medici... He is related to Lawrence, and is related to many people."

  Just as Lorenzo was about to urge him, Shermans took the lead and said that he is drunk, which can relieve his physical pain.

   "What do you mean?" Lorenzo asked.

"Where should I start? Lawrence was originally the puppet that Lorenzo Medici used to control the Demon Slayer, but as he got older, Lawrence became stronger in the dark. The two of them played against each other for a long time. In the end Lorenzo Medici was defeated because of old age, which is what you are familiar with, and he went into seclusion."

  Shermans once again recalled the legendary life, with nostalgia on his face.

"Of course, there are more than these factors. Lorenzo Medici ruled the entire Fei Leng Cui when he was young, but with the baptism of time, those things he held tightly resisted, the Pope, the Cardinal , Lawrence... He is the great man who led the golden age and will be remembered forever, but whoever it is actually longs for his death."

  Lorenzo couldn't bear Shermans' tirade, and asked.

  "Go deeper, is his old age really so peaceful? Just so willing to die mediocrely?"

In that weird memory, he was tied to the iron bed, and countless people surrounded him. Lorenzo didn’t know what they were doing. He didn’t even know whether the person in the memory was tied to the iron bed. It's really me.

  The old man flicked the boy's forehead, seeming to comfort him, humming the nameless chant, echoing in the darkness.

  Lorenzo also did not realize that as he approached the truth, his emotions were also mobilized, like a stubborn fire.

   "Deeper...I don’t know, after all, it’s Lorenzo Medici. No matter what he does, I won’t be surprised, because he’s just that kind of person..."

  Shermans’ mouth was full of praise.

"However, since then, there have been rumors saying that he did not admit defeat, and that the silence now is only the accumulation of strength. For these, the cardinals are also vigilant. After all, Lorenzo Medici has mastered Feilengcui for too long. Who doesn't know what he knows, and where and what kind of power is hidden."

"continue!"

  Lorenzo said that he vaguely felt that this was what he had been looking for, what did Lorenzo Medici do in his later life.

   "Some people say that he is secretly planning a certain project, but they don't know what it is."

Shermans thought, in fact, he had already had Alzheimer’s disease. He didn’t speak well in many times, but except today, he was like being blessed by heaven. Today, his thoughts are not clear. Also put together the broken story again.

  "This is just my inference. I doubt what Lorenzo Medici has found in the Apocalypse."

  Shermans put down the wine bottle with a serious expression.

"The Gospel Church has too many untold secrets, and those secrets can only be understood by those who really hold the power, and if there is any ultimate secret, there is only the "Revelation", from which we have established what we are today The Gospel Church has ruled the Western world for nearly a thousand years."

   "That is a book of miracles."

  Shermans stared at Lorenzo intently.

  "We got the power of secret blood from it, but is this really all that is recorded in the "Revelation"? Even now, no one really knows all the knowledge of that book."

  Lorenzo felt an invisible pressure, it was a sense of peeping, as if there was something staring at him in this wine cellar.

"Lorenzo Medici, he has power, wealth, and fame. As a person, his life has reached the limit, but this is not enough, it is not enough. He has devoted all his life to create a golden age. How can you bear it to end?"

  This is a terrible secret, or even a taboo secret. Shermans has never had the opportunity to say this, because once they say it, those people must feel that they are crazy, but today is different. This is the last carnival of life.

   "He has a pure will, but he is imprisoned by a mortal physique."

   Shermans gave out his guess.

"I guess this is what Lorenzo Medici has been doing in his later years. He is studying the "Apocalypse". The secret blood obtained from it has created such a powerful you, let alone saving a dying. How old is it?"

   Lorenzo’s pupils tightened, and he had to believe what Shermans said, because in that strange memory, he heard it really.

  Blood of the Holy Grail.

   "Lorenzo Medici..."

Lorenzo's voice trembled a little, he suddenly realized that the power of Master Lawrence was nothing at all. This mysterious existence was truly terrifying. It had been planned many years ago... even in the golden age. , And has since spread to a conspiracy that still has an impact.

  "Immortality...Only by immortality can he attribute that great golden age to eternity."

   Talking torn the wound, Shermans drank alcohol to the other half, eating pain and vomiting the wine, the blood mixed in it, it was difficult to distinguish.

  A heavy net trapped everyone, no matter how blazing the light was, it still couldn’t drive away the shadow of the gods, let alone the history of mortals. Someone was hiding there, manipulating the direction of the whole world.

  Lorenzo Medici.

In a trance, Lorenzo’s ears rang the nameless chant again. The melody is so familiar, it spins and rises, Lorenzo Medici once hummed it, and 047 is the same, it’s like an invisible Like a ghost, it lives in everyone's memory. As everyone's memory deviates, it becomes different, or it is completely forgotten.

  Lorenzo couldn't help humming softly to the voice in his head.

  The voice came so lightly into Shermans' ears, and he, who was still a little drunk just now, suddenly woke up.

  This song is so familiar, how could he forget this melody? Many years ago, that old man was like this, humming an unknown chant, looking into the distance.

There was a sound of footsteps. From the direction of the cellar door, Lorenzo got up and pulled out his weapon, the blazing fire rose from his eyes, he strode forward with his back to Shermans, and the melody followed His departure became blurred.

   "Perhaps... he succeeded?"

  Shermans' eyes blurred, he looked at the door, and there was a light shining. In the blurry white light, there was a figure flashing, like an angel who came to the world, leading him to heaven.

  "Perhaps Lorenzo Medici is not dead at all, or maybe he is still alive, just staring at us quietly in a corner."

  Shermans looked at Lorenzo's back, laughed, and drank the wine regardless of Yage's dissuasion.

  (End of this chapter)