The largest and most rigorous experimental site in the Perpetual Motion Pump is located in a huge cage called the Workshop.
Lorenzo and Merlin were in it at the moment, but their thoughts never lingered here. The roar of machinery continued, the protective armor was being gathered and reinforced layer by layer, and the lifting platform rose and fell. It seemed that they had been prepared for the experiment for a long time.
Everyone was excited. Although Merlin was the only alchemist, as scientific researchers, their desire to seek knowledge was no less than Merlin's. They were striving to explore the frontiers of human cognition and advance their understanding of the world from simple, cold iron tools to complex and efficient machinery.
But at this moment, the two of them had completely different feelings from everyone else: fear, awe, and confusion.
Merlin seemed to be in a trance. He sat on the black angel's shoulder with a blank and dull look in his eyes, but his thoughts were moving rapidly, piecing together the broken clues one by one in an attempt to restore the shattered mirror.
After a long moment, even the others were a little confused about what Merlin was doing, after all, he should be in charge of launching the experiment, not sitting on the Black Angel's shoulder, as if he was whispering something with Lorenzo.
He thought of something, Merlin moved closer to the visor, and after a brief moment of panic he thought of something even more frightening.
"Lorenzo, I have another question."
He spoke softly, afraid that this horrible secret would be heard by someone.
"In your understanding as demon hunters, do demons die naturally like humans?"
"Natural... death?"
The pressure in Lorenzo's heart at this moment was not much less than Merlin's. He thought he knew the Gospel Church well enough, but now it seems that this huge and long-standing organization, even if it is old and dying, hides secrets far beyond everyone's imagination.
"Yes, natural death. Even if there is no disease or external influence, human organs will continue to weaken and age as they age. They are like gears on a machine, slowly rusting until the machine stops and can never be started again."
Merlin had a terrible guess and couldn't help but ask.
"You demon hunters have secret blood. That powerful forbidden blood strengthens your body. Because of that strange power, your physique is far superior to that of ordinary people, even close to that of demons. Therefore, you have the terrifying vitality of demons. You can usually live for a long time and delay the failure of this organ for a long time."
"But there is a problem. Although we have been fighting against demons for so long, we seem to have never found a demon that died of natural causes...
Or, demons will die naturally, but the fighting between us is rarely observed... So let's talk about this Stasis Temple."
Merlin couldn't help but look at the gap on the visor. The delicate patterns were faintly visible on the armor.
"Lorenzo, have you ever thought about how long this 'Temple of Stasis' has existed? Years? Decades? Hundreds of years
What exactly is a demon? "
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Gray steam overflowed from the gaps in the armor, and iron feathers hung on the ground like thousands of suspended sword blades. A black angel half-knelt like a stone sculpture, and the armor wrapped around him cracked, revealing Lorenzo, with sticky blood-like liquid dripping from it.