Gun of Ashes

As for the Nation-Builders... under the influence of this cycle of history and Anti-Meme, who can guarantee that the history they recorded is completely accurate? Even the Demon Hunting Order, has undergone this repeated shuffling to permanently bury the secrets of the Watchers."

Listening to Watson’s narration, Lorenzo took a deep breath.

This world is riddled with holes, history erased and rewritten, under the endless cycles, it’s long lost any recognizable form.

"Where did the knowledge of the Victoria family come from then?"

Lorenzo asked softly, recalling the words Queen Victoria once said to him, and also the magnificent machinery he saw underground.

"They must have obtained something here?"

Lorenzo stated firmly, knowing that although he hadn’t truly arrived at the gate of Truth, he simply didn’t have the ability to knock on it yet.

"Let’s keep searching, we can find the way."

Lorenzo rose again, wanting to try again, but his inner motivation suddenly vanished.

There was nothing here, only the pitch-black silent monuments meeting his eyes, countless souls looking on indifferently.

Their existence long forgotten, silently standing at the World’s End.

Lorenzo felt a sharp pain in his heart, gritting his teeth, stubbornly igniting the Purifying Flame, burning the ice beneath him.

He couldn’t fail, with so many people having died, if he failed here, Lorenzo couldn’t accept it.

"Holmes..."

The Plague Doctor wanted to say something, but was sternly interrupted by Lorenzo.

"I will not give up, the Secret Keepers must be here!"

The blinding fire burned, the soaring flames momentarily took away all the light, Lorenzo like a blazing sun, easily melting the ice, his figure slowly descending.

Watson quietly watched Lorenzo’s lapse, he hadn’t lost control like this for a long time, like a hysterical madman.

Lorenzo could not tolerate the failure of this operation, as once it failed the world would enter a new cycle, all who knew of this existence would be erased again, all those familiar to Lorenzo, his friends...

This was a dim and hopeless future.

Now the chance to reverse all this was in his hands, at this time, Lorenzo wouldn’t give up no matter what he said, even if he couldn’t find another way, he would stubbornly carry it out.

"Lorenzo, if this continues, we will all get lost here... our supplies are almost depleted."

A cold voice arose within the Black Angel, followed by blood and flesh dragging steel, opening the chest of the Black Angel.

During the time Watson was residing in the Black Angel, she had completely mastered this Armor of Original Sin, the chest armor cracking open, revealing a blurry humanoid form filled with crimson flesh.

The human host had completely fused with the Black Angel, his body very weak, and to progress in this environment, Watson had to make him "demonize" in this way. Then the iron box was taken down, this was the last supply box.

"More than half of the Florun Potion has been consumed, every minute wasted here consumes it needlessly, once it’s all used up, we’ll all be lost in this."

Watson’s voice was a bit tense, this omnipresent Anti-Meme effect being the largest factor limiting their actions.

"If we return now, using it sparingly, the potion would be enough to support us out of the Anti-Meme’s influence range, but if we keep lingering here, some of us will need to make a sacrifice."

Watson said, glancing at Froki, this guy completely uninterested in these arguments, always sketching on parchment, indifferent to everything outside, perhaps the only thing left in his mind were these matters.

Lorenzo remained silent, the flames gradually extinguished, and shortly after, he emerged from the molten pit with remnants of flames.

"Not right, not right... there must be a neglect somewhere."

Lorenzo was thinking.

The atmosphere of the situation felt a bit off, primarily originating from Lorenzo and the Plague Doctor.

The Plague Doctor came here unafraid of death, for the Secret Keepers, for the Truth, but now all seemed somewhat illusory, he definitely wouldn’t die here.

Now the Plague Doctor also had a reason to leave alive, if Lorenzo remained so stubborn, the two might even start to fight.

Watson remained silent, seemingly always neutral, no one knew what kind of decision she would make then.

The Plague Doctor’s gaze flickered among the faces of the others, he felt he would have the upper hand, although not knowing Watson too well, the Plague Doctor could sense that Watson would stand on Lorenzo’s side, and this always silent guy was so calm and rational, she would cooperate with him to drag Lorenzo away.

"I think I know what’s going on."

Lorenzo raised his head, his eyes losing their luster.

"Nothing is eternal."

Lorenzo glanced at these dense monuments, perhaps something was eternal, but ultimately it was one cold metal after another.

"You mean... all the Secret Keepers are dead?"

Watson had long thought of this result, she asked.

"Perhaps, I saw it in the [Gap] of Him, even the ascended Demon Hunters... they even held the Authority of Gabriel, but eventually they too turned into one monstrous being after another, losing themselves."

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