Ember Gun

  Chapter 85 The Final Holy Grail

  The warm gray snow drifted with the wind, the epidemic doctor stretched out his hand and gently caught the fleeting ashes. It fell into the palm of his hand, and it scattered into dust and disappeared into the air with gentle friction.

  This is the end of an era, the arrival of a new era.

  The turbulent white flames are still clearly visible even after such a distance. The dark bones seem to be struggling, shaking slightly in the white flames, and a faint wailing sound is heard from the ears.

   "It looks like everything is over."

  The epidemic doctor lowered his head and looked at the boat swallowed by the waves. The sea was furious. If the steamship hadn't saved him, then he should have been sleeping with the iron coffin under the sea at this moment.

   Under the dark blue sea, there is the face of the demon. In essence, they are still creatures, but these incompletely alienated monsters are completely restrained by the waves, sinking little by little, and die on the bottom of the sea.

   "This is not the end, it is just a new beginning."

  The man walked over in a dark yellow raincoat. The ship was swaying violently in the rough waves, but he was walking on the ground, maintaining a delicate balance, pulling the rope in his hand, and dragging the heavy iron coffin on the deck.

   "You seem to be at a loss. That should be your last monster. It is not an easy job to make such a large number of people."

The epidemic doctor turned his head and said to the man, these monsters were released by men. If it were not for the obstruction of the monsters, the steamship would not be able to travel such a long distance to avoid the search for the Dawn. It was the giant eyes suspended in the sky. There was no chance to escape from the unobstructed sea.

   "Compared to the gains, the losses are only a little bit."

The man chuckled, with unimaginable power bursting under his body. The iron coffin that the ascetic monks used their best to carry was extremely light in his hands. It was dragged directly between him and the epidemic doctor, and followed the wind. The rags that covered it went with the wind, and the mottled old body was directly exposed in front of the two of them.

   "Huh... this feels really bad."

  The Epidemic Doctor took a deep breath, and his voice was tired and stressed. He moved his eyes to the other side, avoiding looking directly at him as much as possible.

   "You still don't seem to be able to adapt to it, but in fact it is very good, as long as there is a little honey, it will be obedient."

  The man gently stroked the uneven surface, the coldness of the metal poured into his body, and everything psychedelic began to appear before his eyes.

   Memories still have hallucinations and that strange whisper, all of which swept through his brain, but he didn't seem to be affected. He calmly raised his hand, and drew a sharp blade to cut a fatal wound on his wrist, with blood dripping.

  The blood moves along the cracks in the iron coffin, like a picture scroll, filling every texture, and finally building a weird look on the ancient metal surface.

Out of the sight of the epidemic doctor saw all this, the weird sensation that had eroded his sanity disappeared, but even more weird things appeared. The sour beating sounded, it seemed that the snakes were entangled and rubbed tightly. The scales, the blood was like being sucked up by an iron coffin, and not a single drop fell out.

  It is like a creature, and the food just now finally made it calmer.

   "So this is the way to contain it? Blood."

  The epidemic doctor thought it was a little bit weird, as if he didn't expect such a weird thing to rely on blood for food.

  The man shook his head, covered the wound on his wrist, and looked at it with some fascination.

  "Accurately speaking, it feeds on secret blood. Of course, this kind of thing can only satisfy it for a moment, and it will become more and more greedy until it needs a cruel sacrifice."

   "But it can be quiet now. After all, the demon hunter is there, and I don't want to have extra branches."

  The epidemic doctor nodded slightly, and as he sucked the blood, the corrosive properties of the iron coffin seemed to disappear for a short time. It was like an ordinary coffin, quietly stagnating here.

   "So, may I know what this thing is?"

   After a long time, the epidemic doctor asked.

  The man laughed.

   "Knowing too much is bad."

   "But it's also part of my reward, isn't it? I am a doctor, a scholar, and I have an infinite passion for knowledge."

   "Even if you die for it?"

  The epidemic doctor was silent for a moment, and nodded firmly.

"certainly."

A heavy voice came from under the mask of the bird's beak, and the epidemic doctor said slowly.

"very nice……"

  The man stared at the darkness under the mask, and he said somewhat happily.

  "I like people like you, people with ideals. Everyone is idealist. For ideals, even death is fearless. It feels great."

   "So what is it?"

  The epidemic doctor asked again.

  "I have been pursuing the essence of life all my life, and even demons I have dissected a lot...In fact, demons are also a kind of creatures, but they transcend ordinary people's understanding of the concept of creatures.

  For so many years, I have been trying to figure out the nature of the monster, but I have found nothing. You said that this thing will help me break through the research. I hope you don’t break your promise. "

The flesh in the windbreaker squirmed strangely, bringing up one bulge after another on the surface of the cloth. For a moment, the epidemic doctor seemed to have lost his human form, or that he himself was a certain kind of monster, hiding himself in the thick. In the clothes, it barely maintains the human shape,

  The man nodded, and he replied.

   "I never break my word, but before that, do you want to hear its story? There are not many people in this world who know its existence."

  He let out a hoarse laugh. It was a temptation, an invitation from the devil. The epidemic doctor knew some of the rules of these lunatics. For example, if you know something, you will get in touch with the weird darkness.

  He nodded firmly, and then the dusty story resurfaced.

"That was a long time ago. After the Eastern Expedition a few hundred years ago, we destroyed most of the heretics. On the surface, the Knights of the Templar started the war, and the Demon Hunters secretly carried out beheading operations. Neither the kingdom nor the army Our opponent, that was the church’s most glorious moment, and the entire Western world trembled under our feet."

  Reminiscing about that glorious moment, the man's eyes were gleaming.

  "After that, the so-called monsters were once extinct in the world, and the hunting continued for hundreds of years. Until a few years ago, we killed the last monster."

   "The last monster?"

  The Epidemic Doctor asked some incredible.

   "This kind of thing can really kill everyone?"

   "Of course, it is like ripples on a calm water surface. Those ripples are monsters, but as long as the source of the earthquake is not destroyed, endless monsters will be born."

   "We caught the ‘seismic source’, that thing with the ‘concept’ of a monster."

  The man thought about it carefully, and found that even after so long, it is difficult for him to describe that weird existence with the existing human vocabulary.

   "The church calls it the Holy Grail, but I don’t care, it’s more comfortable to call it a demon."

  He said casually, the steamship released a large amount of white fog, riding the wind and waves towards the end of the sea.

   "It was an epoch-making scene, and I am glad I experienced it myself.

   Its execution took place in the Cathedral of Saint Nalo in the Seven Hills, where the coronation of every pope was, and their remains were buried there.

  The missionaries first bathed the monster with blessed holy water. Sharp nails penetrated its limbs. The sacred orchestra sang loudly and the organ was magnificent.

  This execution almost used up the holy silver stored by the church. That thing is essentially a metal that is highly toxic to demons, but it is only used as a coating due to too little output.

But this time we took a bath with holy silver, and its body was melted into the boiling holy silver. The most skilled blacksmith of Jadeite surrounded the unsolidified silver ingot and beat it in its wailing sound. It was built into the appearance of an iron coffin, and then in the pope's prayers, the words of the holy words were engraved on it. "

   Gently brushed the carved marks that looked like words. I don’t know what happened to this iron coffin for so many years. Those holy words have been blurred.

  "This is the essence of the sacred coffin. It is the tomb of the ‘concept’ of the demon."

That was the secret of astonishment. For a moment, the world lost his voice. The epidemic doctor could only notice that something was approaching. In the strange silence, he choked his throat tightly, and the flesh and blood became cold and solidified. The frost began to spread from the body and continued to flow to the heart and brain.

  At the time of life and death, the **** severed limbs were distorted and shattered, and the epidemic doctor covered his broken arm, gasping for breath.

  "This is the entrance fee. Knowing that someone noble is always presenting a gift, isn't it?"

  The man slowly put away the nail sword, and the body of bright sword was stained with blood.

The epidemic doctor’s arm fell on the iron coffin, and then it was as if time was accelerating. The blood dried up and left a gray-black mark, the flesh and bones were shrinking, and the remaining cloth completely dissipated in the next time. It became a small pile of dust.

   "But I hope you can inform me in advance."

The Epidemic Doctor endured the severe pain and said, but just as he spoke, the broken wound began to squirm. First, a white bone protruded from it, and then fine muscles connected to it, heavy covering, the newborn arm. Appeared in a flash.

   "In other words, the last demon is being placed in the iron coffin?"

  This is really a terrible fact. The epidemiologist feels a chill when he thinks that he has been with such a dangerous thing for so long.

   "Almost, but don't worry, now there are only its remains."

  "Remains?"

  "You can understand it as a corpse, but it is not completely dead. This kind of thing is usually difficult to die. After all, it represents the ‘concept’ of a demon to a certain extent.

We don’t know how many more things have “concepts”, but they should be extremely difficult to kill, just like light. To destroy the concept of “light” not only destroys all the things that can shine in the world, but also There are literary songs, everything that reminds people of light. "

  The man said to the epidemic doctor.

   "In order to clarify this knowledge, we can catch up with a pope...maybe more than one."

  Take a deep breath. The epidemic doctor wants to keep a certain distance from this **** thing, but behind him is the sea, there is nowhere to hide.

  "Don’t worry, it’s still controllable. After all, it's just a corpse. It can only act on instinct. The trickiest part has escaped. It's very docile now."

   "Escaped, do you mean this **** thing has been out of the control of the church?"

   Halfway through the medical treatment of the epidemic, he realized his mistake. Even the remains were placed in front of him. It was inevitable that this thing would be out of the control of the church.

   "Yes, human beings still overestimate their own abilities. We are not qualified to control this miraculous power at all."

The flicking hand touched a gap on the metal surface. The gap was so small that it was almost integrated with the complex lines. If a man hadn't seen how it left with his own eyes, he might not have been able to find this. Location.

"I have lost the trace of that thing since the night of Holy Prophet, and the church was also badly injured by the night of Holy Prophet. After so many years, even the recovery of the secret blood has not been completed, but I am also grateful for it, otherwise I would have I was caught by the church and executed."

   "Now no one knows where that ghost has escaped... Maybe it is in your and my consciousness now."

  The man smiled, but this really made the epidemic doctor unhappy.

   "Yes, this is your reward."

  It was five milliliters of blood, sealed in delicate quartz, like a slender red thread, through the dim light, the blood reflected it like a ruby.

  "Five milliliters of blood of the Holy Grail."

  The Epidemic Doctor took the blood of the Holy Grail, and his voice was suspicious.

  "So this thing is its blood?"

   is also the name of the Holy Grail, and epidemic doctors have to pay attention to it.

"Yes, or maybe it's not. After all, that thing is very weird. It is an indescribable thing. The so-called blood is a body, and it is just a manifestation of the incomprehensible thing, but it is certain that This is the highest purity in the history of the church, and it is infinitely close to pure secret blood."

  It was a liquid miracle. The epidemic doctor tried to endure the excitement in his heart, but the man's voice sounded again.

   "Then what do you plan to do next? Now one of the most precious in the world is in your hands."

   Put away the blood of the Holy Grail, the voice of the epidemic doctor returned to calm, he said.

   "Of course I continue my research, and my book is almost finished. Of course, thanks to your help."

   "Oh, what do you plan to call it."

  The man looked towards the end of the sea level, and a dim light rose, driving out the darkness and bringing warm hope.

  It's dawn, and this desperate night is finally coming to an end.

"I haven't figured it out yet. My research is on humans and demons. Demons have too many weird characteristics, just like the fantasy of the stomach and the night, it is not only a kind of weird power, it has its own 'Species'.

And one of the characteristics is extremely attractive. Gills are evolved from fear of sea water, and membrane wings grow between limbs when they are unable to fly. Even if the limbs are broken, they can quickly recover. No matter how harsh the environment, as long as the pollution of monsters is high enough, It can be adapted to evolve. "

  The beak mask looked at the man, he said.

  "Would you like to give me a name? It depends on your generous reward."

  The man thought for a while.

   "Well... how about calling it "Evolution"?"

  The epidemic doctor was silent for a long time, and then said.

"not bad."

  The sound of a loud siren came from afar, and the boat welcoming the man appeared at the end of the sea. He carried the iron coffin, and the heavy metal was shining in the morning light.

   "Then it's time for goodbye, I hope we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

  The epidemic doctor nodded and said.

   "Goodbye then, mentor Lawrence."

   Lawrence nodded with a kind smile, and stepped into the morning light.

   "So are you, Mr. Charles Darwin, may we meet in the **** of sinners."

  　 The end of this volume, not a book!

  (End of this chapter)