Chapter 368 Reichenbach's Pendant

The sky turned into a chaotic gray, the heavy rain was reflected by the thunder, they were like a school of fish swimming in the clouds, the silver figure moved forward with the squally wind, and under the broad field of vision, there were only two airships under the roaring storm. Moving forward in tandem.

Maybe they can’t judge the direction of travel by themselves. No matter which direction they look at, the scenery is the same. Just like the world after death, everything is monotonous and gray, and the long journey cannot reach the so-called end point. It can only be here. The lonely world lingers like a walking dead until eternity.

"what is that."

  In the course of the Dawn, Gareth stood up and looked at the Reichenbach with a look of astonishment.

  Since a few minutes ago, the weird and hateful flesh and blood has completely enveloped the entire airship. It is like a nest of demons traveling high in the sky, ready to drop calamities toward the ground at any time.

  The erosion of horror has reached this place. Everyone has a calm face and a solemn expression. All the artillery is ready. He will never allow such things to safely land on the ground. It will only cause a larger wave of monsters.

  But at this moment, the Sailing Dawn vibrated violently, and something flew past. Gareth could see that under the flash of thunder, the black shadow crashed into the lair of flesh and blood.

   His eyes tightened. If Gareth was right, it was a armor of original sin, codenamed Black Angel.

  Exactly...what happened.

  In the cabin, Merlin grabbed the handrail beside him, and looked at the gap that was forcibly torn apart by the black angel, and the storm poured in from it.

  His calm expression faded away, and then he laughed presumptuously.

Sure enough, his guess was correct. Just like the death fight with Lawrence, Lorenzo’s resurrection was not a coincidence. Some unknown power was protecting him, or... cursing him, Luo Renzo Holmes can't die yet, at least he shouldn't die today.

Inside the lair of flesh and blood, Lorenzo looked at the armor of original sin beside him with a look of astonishment. Under the cold steel, the hot fireworks could not stop rising.

  Countless thoughts flicked in his mind, and suddenly he seemed to know everything.

  It turned out to be like this.

   "It turns out...you have been there all the time."

  The rising fireworks reflected his embarrassed face, and after calming down, he laughed sincerely in this hell.

  Lorenzo is never alone.

The dense armor covered his body again, and the same white flames surged in the gaps, and this time the white flames began to spread. They burned crazily, spreading over the surrounding flesh and blood, and the raging fires were assimilated by it. , The pale pillar of fire gushes out from under the iron wall of the Reichenbach.

The scorching flame burned the flesh and blood on the iron wall, and the structure below it was also burned, leaving only the scarlet skeleton. The light gas began to gush out with the rupture of the airbag, and the pure white **** descended on Lessing. On board the Bach, at the same time it began to fall towards the ground.

  Like a dead whale, sinking into the deep ocean.

Maybe all that was just my own illusion, or maybe 047 really came back, but now you don’t need to care about it anymore. Lorenzo drew a broken nail sword from the sticky flesh and blood, and the black angel behind him Iron feathers and long swords were also swung, it was like Lorenzo's shadow.

  No one was driving this armor, but it just moved so strangely.

   "Is that you? 016,047."

   Lorenzo whispered softly, but maybe it was just an illusion. No one responded to him, only the iron sound of the sword was played.

Crimson thorns came from all directions. During this long time, the out-of-control Yanar Demon Hunter had completely assimilated the entire Reichenbach. If Lorenzo guessed correctly, he is now here. In the heart of a huge monster.

  Here is the most vulnerable place of this monster, and its body exists in it. This is also the most violently defensive position. The dead bodies are dragged by flesh and blood.

  Being able to face this huge enemy, Lorenzo looked nonchalant.

  Today is a good day and he is very happy.

  He still can't die, he definitely can't die, he hasn't killed all the demons, hasn't witnessed the beautiful golden age, or even said, for those who live in his memory.

  The so-called courage supported the exhausted will. He once again clenched the nail sword, as if there was endless power, he strode forward and roared loudly.

  "A beast that is almost exhausted! Ignorance and fear! No expectations!"

  Iron feathers and sword blades are intertwined, and the thorns of the sky are shattered under its slash, and the fiery rain of blood falls down like red silk hanging down.

The black angel blocked most of the offensive, and under its protection, Lorenzo's pace began to accelerate, and finally turned into a furious rush. Countless corpses stood up, but he was fearless, as if Lorenzo Behind Zuo was followed by thousands of troops.

   "Ordinary people who are coming to an end! Panic! Looking forward to it!"

  The broken and twisted nail sword slashed down. He was as fast as thunder, and it was fleeting, cutting off the heads of the dead, and the corpses fell again, and the flesh and bones fell apart under the red iron.

  He is exhausted, he is full of anger.

   "I died again and again!"

  This time he drew the only weapon left on his body, and the shotgun fired at the enemy who hindered him. It was Lorenzo's last bullet, a warhead entirely made of Holy Silver.

   "Rebirth again and again!"

  Yes, Lorenzo has died more than once, and lived more than once. He is like a ghost wandering between life and death, clinging to everything he has.

Accompanied by the roar, the holy silver bullet is like a galloping silver-white spear, easily piercing through all obstacles in front of you. The deadly holy silver corrodes the flesh and blood, and their wounds can't stop festering and decay, as if they have been burned by fire. , The broken flesh turned into ashes and floated away.

  The power furnace was roaring and running, and the Yanar Demon Hunter was sitting under the power furnace. Its body was completely integrated with the twisted thorns. Its head was lowered, but the fireworks under his eyes became brighter.

The pitch-black shadow crossed Lorenzo's head. Hei Tian waved his wings vigorously, and countless iron feathers were nailed to the ground like a spear, penetrating the snake-like thorns and the body that stood up again. .

  Lorenzo leaped high, stepped on the edge of the iron feather, and raised the broken nail sword.

   "Laugh out loud, that breath renews iteratively!"

  He stood in front of Yanar Demon Hunter, perhaps instinctively felt threatened, his twisted head slowly lifted, looking directly at Lorenzo.

   "Death is nothing but a man-made concept."

  Like the miracle, they were born by the will of mortals and should be controlled by mortals.

  Lorenzo dragged the final slash, the sharp steel tore the flesh and blood, shattered the bones, and destroyed the skull, spine and heart from top to bottom.

The burning light in the pupils of the eyes fell with the judgment of death. After a short pause, it was like death. The burning fire was extinguished, and the twisted flesh and blood were extinguished. The soft surface began to harden. They could still be at first. Struggling and twisting, finally solidified like being petrified.

  Cracks burst from it, bursting and breaking into thick smoke and dust.

everything is over.

  Leichenbach died, the speed at which it began to fall accelerated, and the shaking continued.

  The war ended, and the hot blood gradually cooled down. Lorenzo turned his head tiredly, the shadow of the black angel enveloped him, Tie Yu slowly opened and stretched out his hand.

   Very surprised, Lorenzo did not stretch out his hand, took a deep look at the armor, and he said softly.

"Please wait for me."

  Lorenzo's gaze shifted, falling under the ashes, above the dying body.

The whole body has been burned to a vague appearance, the head has become shriveled, and blood is no longer gushing out of the severed limbs. This is already a corpse, but it is stubbornly refusing to die, stubbornly in the shriveled wound. Burning a little white flame.

  The battle is over, but the decisive battle between Lorenzo and Moriarty is not over, and they still have no victory or defeat until they die.

  Lorenzo could not accept such an ending, so he walked towards the body. Similarly, Moriarty could not accept such an ending. It was already like this, and the broken body was still breathing stubbornly.

   "You are right, we are very similar, we are all lunatics through and through."

  Lorenzo stood beside the dying body, gently touching the slightly carbonized head.

  He had thought of everything, everything that was deliberately forgotten by Lorenzo, and those lost powers were once again held tightly in his hands.

  Lorenzo closed his eyes, and there was fire in the gap.

  Power·Gabriel.

  ……

Slowly pushed open the heavy iron door, and the goal was a dimly warded room. There was only a simple iron bed in a small space, and a window closed by barbed wire. The scenery outside the window was blurred, and it seemed that Unclear appearance.

  Lorenzo rubbed his eyes. This was his first attempt to actively [interval] invading, but unexpectedly went smoothly.

   "So this is your [gap]?" Lorenzo asked.

   "[Gap]? So is this ghost place called [Gap]?"

  A voice rang from the end of the darkness, and the man sat on the iron bed, looking at the world behind the wire fence.

   "I feel that I have slept for a long time, and my consciousness is a little unclear after a long time." The man murmured.

  "Yes, I don’t know much about it, but now it seems that the appearance of [Gap] is dominated by ourselves. The most profound scene in our memory will become the [Gap] that carries us."

Just like Lorenzo’s own [Gap], the ice field under the night sky was actually the scene of his first resurrection from the dead. That night he killed his beloved people, and that night he Lost everything.

  Thinking of this, Lorenzo suddenly couldn't help but think of Master Lawrence, who had fought with Lawrence in his [gap], in the wilderness burning under the setting sun.

  Lorenzo can’t help thinking, what did Lawrence experience there? It caused him to be so obsessed with all this, and even became his [gap].

  He did not continue to think about it, but picked up the chair on the side and sat down in front of the bed.

   "Then this is the most unforgettable place for you?"

   "Almost, this is my home. I have lived in this ghost place for decades. Apart from here, I have no impression of other places."

   Moriarty sat up, his whole person leaning out of the darkness, he was wearing a straitjacket, and his feet were chained.

"Lorenzo Holmos, I remember that we were fighting for joy, I remember that we both killed each other... So is this a draw? What a shame, I really want to win with you burden."

   Moriarty sighed. He seemed to understand this as the world after death. Both he and Lorenzo were dead.

"No, I won, Moriarty. [Gap] is a person’s spiritual world. Your body is gradually dying. I also want to tell you a victory or defeat, so I chose to invade your [Gap] In." Lorenzo said.

   "So...Is that so? So I am dying?"

   Moriarty was startled, then smiled, without fear of facing death.

   "So you did all this just to show me that you won?"

   "Of course, after all, we have paid a great price for all this." Lorenzo replied blankly.

  For Lorenzo's answer, Moriarty is not surprised, he can understand Lorenzo instead.

  He finally defeated the enemy, but the enemy died. This kind of humiliation is absolutely unacceptable for Moriarty.

   "It's so funny..."

   Moriarty smiled, looked out the window, and then at Lorenzo, he moved to the head of the bed and leaned against the wall.

   "Is the great James Moriarty going to end in this way? Actually... I think it's pretty good."

   He said, looking directly at Lorenzo’s pupils as if he had discovered something.

  "You look happy because you defeated me? No...No, it should be a pleasure of revenge, and you feel like something warm has happened to me now..."

Moriarty's expression suddenly changed, his calm smile disappeared, and then he became frightened. He didn't show such an expression when he knew he was about to die, but at this moment all of this was slowly happening. write.

   "Why? Why can you show that expression? Lorenzo Holmos, is there someone who can understand you and agree with you?"

   Moriarty suddenly roared angrily, he became tyrannical, but the straitjacket and chains on his body were confined, and he could only struggle weakly.

  He couldn't accept this. He thought Lorenzo was the same lonely monster as him, but now it seems that he is alone. He can't accept all this, but he has no power to change anything at this moment.

  Lorenzo still had that stiff expression, watching Moriarty's madness quietly.

  Gradually, Moriarty also stopped, he leaned back against the wall and said in a low voice.

   "It's a shame, Lorenzo Holmos."

   "I am in pain. I feel that I am incompatible with this world. I seem to be suffering from a certain disease. No... it is the world suffering from a certain disease. I am the only normal person.

  We all have a human appearance, but under this skin, we are all different..."

  Faced with these words, Lorenzo was still as cold as steel, but he asked this time.

  "Are you confessing?"

   "How could it be, how could it be?"

   Moriarty laughed, and his expression became angry again, he was irritated by Lorenzo.

   "I am Moriarty, I am a monster, I am a pure evil person, I don't need any repentance, and I don't need any forgiveness or mercy."

  But then he fell lonely again, as if his spine was interrupted, and collapsed in the corner.

   "I'm just... I'm just trapped in this human body, Lorenzo Holmos."

   Moriarty is a pure lunatic, no one knows what he will do next, and the emotional ups and downs are so fast that Lorenzo can't predict it.

  "This world is too cruel, we always need something to deceive ourselves...but I'm too smart, these things can't deceive me, and I can't deceive myself and pretend to be a normal person.

  I am a born monster, a born lunatic.

  I thought we were of the same kind, Lorenzo Holmos, but unfortunately, it turned out that I was the only one. I didn’t expect that... even the cruel you had a short-term beauty.

   is really jealous. "

  A raging fire ignited, covering the scenery outside the window, and fine cracks spread in this ward. With the slight vibration, the old dust fell.

   "Am I going to die? Lorenzo Holmos."

   Moriarty raised his head, looked at all this and asked.

   "Yes, your will is dying a little bit." Lorenzo replied indifferently.

   "Not bad, at least we finally have a victory."

   Moriarty looked sad, and he finally lost.

Lorenzo stood up in silence, walked towards the iron door when he came, twisting the cold and rusty steel vigorously, opening the heavy door little by little, and at this moment Moriarty's voice again Sounded.

   "Did you really win! Lorenzo Holmos!"

  Lorenzo's movements were stagnant.

"You are the real monster, a monster even scarier than me! I have never experienced that kind of beauty, so it is just a vain word to me, but you are different, Lorenzo · Holmes!

  You have experienced those beautiful things, and fate takes them cruelly away from you! Will you really succumb to its decision? "

Lorenzo turned his head and saw Moriarty with a sly smile on his face. It seemed that everything he had just now was a disguise. This out-and-out lunatic never conceded, until now his victory and defeat with Lorenzo is officially announced. .

  He tried to get close to Lorenzo, the chains tore his skin and bleed, but he didn't care about it, but roared hoarsely.

   "I won! Lorenzo Holmos! Look at yourself, you have become a monster even scarier than me!"

  The whole ward began to crack with the death of will, and fiery flames rose in the cracked cracks, Moriarty kept that crazy look in the sea of ​​fire, and laughed at Lorenzo.

   "Although you killed me, I won in the end!"

   Moriarty won. Under this series of events, Lorenzo retrieved his lost past, but he also became an unknown monster, an evil spirit that eroded the will of others at will.

  He still lost.

  Lorenzo could only feel a deep cold. Seeing Moriarty’s dying madness, he wanted to refute something, but he couldn’t say anything when it came to his lips.

  Yes, in that burning night, Lorenzo’s fate was already doomed, and he came to the end.

   "Lorenzo Holmos! Monsters are incompatible with this world, I can understand you!"

   Moriarty laughed wantonly in the fire.

   "So I bless you, Lorenzo Holmos!

  May your hatred never stop! May your burning anger never go out! May the blood on the sword you hold never dry up! "

  The gravel and fire swallowed Moriarty's figure, but in this shattered darkness, the curse of the words still echoed in Lorenzo's ears.

  The darkness was shattered, and in the flying ashes, the black angel grabbed Lorenzo, who was not yet awake, and fled toward the gap shattered when he came.

   Ashes and gusts, Lorenzo reluctantly opened his eyes, only to see that the broken body was dead after all, but the scorched head still kept a wicked laugh.

  The roaring wind snatched Lorenzo's hearing the next moment. After a brief period of confusion, his vision became clear again. Above 10,000 meters in the sky, the black angel opened his wings and glide in the roaring storm.

The roar of artillery fire covered the thunder, and I saw the burning meteor swarm passing under the Voyage Dawn, all hitting the fallen Reichenbach, completely destroying this hideous and strange airship, and the burning fragments seemed to fall. Falling like stars.

Lorenzo grabbed the steel in his hand and hung in the storm. His expression was a little stiff. It seemed that he hadn't recovered from Moriarty's roar, but then a warm light fell on his face. Illuminated the dim heart.

   Lifted his head, at the end of the lead gray sky, a gentle light pierced the storm like a spear, and at the end of the light was the golden sky.

   "It's so beautiful..."

  For some reason, Lorenzo sighed sadly.

  The wind and rain gradually faded, the convoluted storm began to dissipate, the rain that flooded the streets gradually receded, the warm sunshine fell on the steel city, and the cold steel also became warm.

  The rainy season of old Dunling has come to an end.

  　 Poem in the text, William Butler Yeats, "Death." Dylan Thomas, "Don't Go Into That Good Night Gentlely"

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)