Gun of Ashes Chapter 868

This is a story long sealed in dust.

Lorenzo stood amidst the desolate wilderness, weak flas flickering as the wind carried dust over the ancient Nail Sword. Corpses had long decayed beyond recognition, and even the evening sun appeared a deathly red.

Unsure if it was an illusion or sothing else interfering, Lorenzo heard harrowing howls in his ears, the scrape of tal against tal, flesh being torn apart inch by inch, creating a fine, shattering sound.

The Demon Hunters battled upon the wilderness. They were strong, the Secret Blood burning endlessly, releasing forbidden beasts from the cages of their hearts.

Transford into monsters, yet even so, they still couldn't withstand the most primal malice and baseness.

Blood gushed forth, eventually forming streams that soaked through the parched earth...

"Lorenzo de' dici was too naive. He naïvely believed that everyone was looking forward to the arrival of the Golden Era, but little did he know, people cared more about present power and interests... The most laughable thing is, at that ti, I was just as naive as him."

Lawrence took a deep breath, perhaps it had been too long since he recalled these things; the mories had beco blurry.

"Ideals, they're still too naive. Only those tangible, visible things are worth driving people mad."

"What happened here... once?"

Lorenzo asked softly, perhaps because of the [Gap], his emotions were being affected by Lawrence; imnse despair and anger filled his heart, and for a mont he could barely hold his sword, losing the strength to fight Lawrence.

"How long ago was it...? I can't quite rember. In any case, a long ti ago, Lorenzo de' dici's power grew ever stronger. He secretly manipulated the Pope and supported to beco the Dean and a mber of the Cardinals.

The entire Evangelical Church was completely under his control, divine authority and power stood with him. We all thought everything would progress for the best, that nothing could stop us. Whatever we wanted to do, we could achieve it.

The Golden Era was within reach."

Lawrence found a raised spot in the wilderness to sit, the Nail Sword resting across his thighs, enjoying the rare tranquility as if after a battle.

Lorenzo's gaze grew heavy. He found it difficult to describe his complex emotions now. For a mont, the boiling urge for revenge subsided; Lorenzo only wanted to know what exactly happened back then.

"Those tis were truly beautiful, but unfortunately, we still didn't recognize the essence of human nature... I imagine you know the story that followed? The cardinals began to rebel, secretly gathering power. The Evangelical Church looked strong on the surface, but it was roiling with undercurrents beneath."

Lawrence murmured, gazing into the wilderness.

"This is what happened during that ti. Lorenzo de' dici ultimately lost; he compromised. He realized he was just too old if he were a few decades younger, perhaps risking the possible schism of the Church, he would've slaughtered all the dissenters.

But he was too old, his body no longer robust, even his mind clouded. Perhaps he could preserve himself, but that didn't include ."

"My rift with him erged at that ti."

Lawrence raised his hand and rubbed his head vigorously; perhaps he had traversed the [Gap] too many tis, his mories also beca muddled, and often he could see strange visions, entangling his mories into chaos.

"I said, leave everything to . If you are too old, can't lift the sword, let settle those enemies, kill them all, leave none. By that ti, there would only be one voice left in the Church, the voice of Lorenzo de' dici.

I controlled the Demon Hunting Order, rooted beneath the Saint Nalos Cathedral. As long as he gave the order, I could control the Saint Nalos Cathedral, and even the entire Seven Hills. The Holy Hall Knight Order was indeed strong and nurous, but by the ti they reacted, it would be too late."

Lawrence's expression gradually turned ferocious, imrsing himself in the anticipated massacre, reveling in his revenge.

"I would sentence those heretics to the stake, without exception."

"And then?"

Lorenzo asked, looking at Lawrence on the slope. This guy was completely engrossed in the story he was narrating.

"And then? Then Lorenzo de' dici gave up, he compromised, maybe unwilling for the Evangelical Church to split, or for so other reason, he chose to retreat into seclusion. But I also know what happened later, the Silencer, Holy Coffin, Night of the Holy Arrival..."

Lawrence laughed, but the laughter didn't last long before he beca desolate again.

"Truly worthy of him. I thought he had compromised, but in reality, he hadn't; he chose another way to exact his revenge... But it was still too late, Lorenzo de' dici, his revenge ca too late, or I wouldn't have walked this broken path."

His gaze fell upon Lorenzo, as if, as Lawrence said, they were of the sa kind. Lorenzo didn't deeply feel it, but for Lawrence, it was different.

"After all, a Demon Hunter is rely a weapon. A weapon cannot have its own will or power beyond its master. Unfortunately, I possessed both. After Lorenzo de' dici compromised, I no longer had protection. He also told , let's leave together, but I refused; I didn't want all my efforts to go to waste.