Chapter 702: Final Act: Slaves of Fate_2
"I need a reason to exist, and as your opposing existence, it allows you to vent the fury of the Night of the Holy Arrival and provides you with the motivation for revenge and survival."
Watsonās tone was icy, like a machine executing orders.
"So Watson, are you 016?"
"016 is already dead. 016 was chosen as the recipient of Ascension, and when she became me, she was already dead."
"Then what are you, Watson?"
"I..."
The cold Watson suddenly halted, a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes. She had always faithfully executed the orders of the Sword Scabbard Treaty, but at this moment, she too felt uncertain about herself.
"Iām not sure, perhaps some kind of monster. All of this stems from Lorenzo deā Mediciās research. He believes the blood of the Holy Grail is the ākeyā, and the Authority of Gabriel is the ācredentialsā to open some door."
"Are you also part of his plan?"
"The War Faction would cause terrible consequences, and by that time Lorenzo deā Medici was already unable to stop them. All he could do was comply with them and find a way to counterattack. Later, he really did find it. In the moment the experiment began, they touched the Boundary, and then the Silencers descended."
Lorenzo slightly furrowed his brows. Everything that had been deliberately concealed gradually became clear in his mind.
"If Iām not mistaken, this is actually a part of Lorenzo deā Mediciās plan, right? The Silencers would concentrate and kill the War Faction, then he would take Authority of Gabriel from the dry well, occupy my body, and revive."
No... even conducting two experiments simultaneously in one day is his plan, isnāt it? If the Silencers have a fixed number, the Static Holy Temple would help him attract firepower...
Itās just like you, Lorenzo deā Medici.
I think heāll return to the Static Holy Temple like a hero to control everything, and after this night, the entire Evangelical Church will fall back into his control."
Lorenzoās mind recalled that stubborn old man again. His emotions were strange; all of this actually stemmed from his conspiracy, that old manās wild fantasies of the Golden Era.
He orchestrated everything himself, the true manipulator behind the Night of the Holy Arrival. He deliberately handed over the captured Silencers as the āHoly Grailā to the opposition, dividing them into the War Faction and Faith Faction, then using information asymmetry to drive the Silencers to destroy all formidable enemies.
All of it was done by Lorenzo deā Mediciāthis night of sorrowābut at this moment, Lorenzo couldnāt bring himself to hate that old man.
Lorenzo deā Medici did too many insane things for all of this, yet just when he was about to gain everything, he abandoned it.
The last scene in the dry well was deeply etched into Lorenzoās mind. As long as he wanted, everything he envisioned could come true, yet he let go of his obsession to continue living, and he calmly accepted deathās arrival.
This is a ruthless lunatic; for that lofty ideal, he didnāt even mind sacrificing himself to pave the path to the divine.
For the Golden Era.
Lorenzo suddenly felt very tired.
"Not only that, he was a mad old man who thought about what would happen if he failed, and I became his backup plan for failure."
"Sword Scabbard Treaty?"
"Yes."
At this moment, Watson revealed to Lorenzo everything she knew.
"When he didnāt return to the Static Holy Temple to save everything, I knew he had failed, but I succeeded. I completed Ascension and became like this, but at that time, like you, I was very unstable, like a child learning to walk. We both didnāt know what kind of power we were wielding."
"So did everything that happened afterward stem from this? Your flesh was also shattered? So 047 was needed as a vessel for your will, but he couldnāt withstand your erosion... or perhaps it was from the influence during the battle, and thatās how he died, right?"
Watson stiffly nodded.
"Yes, but there are some differences."
"Like what?"
"For example, I donāt exist physically. The moment I completed Ascension, I broke free from the shackles of the flesh and exist in the form of a Spirit Body."
Lorenzoās interest was piqued, and he turned to look at the unfamiliar face.
"Itās not the Authority of Gabriel? I thought you existed in my mind through some sort of Gap invasion."
"Iām not sure, but I can feel itāI am, in fact, a higher existence than you. The degree of my Ascension is deeper than yours."
Watson wasnāt very clear either; they faced a piece of darkness that was difficult to touch, a Boundary heavily protected by unknown forces.
"But I think perhaps I resemble..."
"Silencers?" Lorenzo interrupted, to which Watson responded with silence.
"The Truth of the world is shielded behind the Boundary, and the Boundary is guarded by the Silencers, while now the end of Demon Hunterās Ascension seems to be the Silencers... things are becoming fascinating, Watson."
Lorenzo lit another cigarette; several cigarette butts were already on the ground, and the cigarette box was nearing empty. He wasnāt much of a smoker, but today, for some reason, he just wanted to smoke, the blended Wind Tobacco easing his pain.
"Then the Sword Scabbard Treaty is the backup plan? I assume itās related to the Golden Era, right? Let me think, you are also Lorenzo deā Mediciās chosen successor. If he fails, you will continue within the Church as a Ghost, continuing the pursuit of that Golden Era?"