- >> Like a trance hallucination, as the figure moved, Watson's figure disappeared into the air, but the cold touch of his fingers still remained on Lorenzo's cheek.
Something is going to happen...
Lorenzo's breathing gradually became heavier. He knew very well that Watson would not scare him. Although that guy was a hateful devil, as she said herself, she had never deceived Lorenzo, only used it to frighten him.
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The three people talking did not seem to notice Lorenzo's abnormality. The overall atmosphere was very good. With Seleucid's appearance, more people gathered around and tried to please the future duchess.
But Lorenzo was unable to integrate into the atmosphere at all. He slowly raised his hand and hid a sharp knife in his tight cuff.
This was a noble ball, Lorenzo came without any weapons, and the Winchester and the sword were left in Cork Street.
Lorenzo cursed secretly, extremely annoyed.
Lorenzo was not like this before. He was a cold and efficient demon hunter with weapons and vigilance at his side at all times, not a detective who was in danger but didn't know it yet.
"Do you know why no one has a name?"
A distant voice sounded in his mind, and Lorenzo couldn't figure out why he would think of this at this time.
That was a story a long time ago. All the orphans had their names taken away by the church. Everyone was a weapon of choice, and the weapons only needed a dispensable code name.
People will be afraid and sad, make mistakes and panic, but weapons are different. Weapons are cold metal, efficient and perfect, abandoning all human shortcomings.
Taking a deep breath, when Lorenzo opened his eyes again, there was a rising glimmer of light under the gray-blue. He hid it very well and did not look at anyone. No one noticed anything unusual about this man.
He was thinking, thinking about the source of the crisis, until he heard the conversation among the crowd.
"Duke Salicardo, your recent reputation is not very good."
Someone said.
"I heard that your factory has a lot of survivors applying for jobs, and there have been many deaths recently. Those unions are preparing to investigate you."
The man chuckled at this.
"Investigating me, they are protecting the workers of Inverg, not the workers of Gallo Nalo, and they can't even eat without me."
In his opinion, those remnants are the perfect labor force, they are cheap and do not enjoy any welfare insurance.
Some people fell silent. After all, he was a wealthy tycoon and controlled the economic lifeline of many people. There was no need to offend him. Others, as if they had discovered something, kept echoing him.
Lorenzo stared blankly at Duke Salicardo in the crowd. He found the end of all the clues, but he didn't expect it to be in this way.
In the crowded crowd, Lorenzo walked directly through. His body exuded a cold, lifeless feeling, like a cold machine. With his arrival, everyone could not help but let go.
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"There is something abnormal."
He approached Duke Phoenix and whispered in his ear.
Duke Phoenix was just about to teach the detective who suddenly came over, but then he stopped because of his words.
"What's abnormal?"
"What do you think?"
What else could make Lorenzo feel abnormal except monsters?
Lorenzo didn't continue to say anything to him. He didn't even have time to say goodbye to Seleu. He just glanced at Duke Salicardo for the last time. The man was not aware of the approaching danger.
Lorenzo stepped into the dark shadow. As his muscles relaxed, his tight clothes burst open, like a beast breaking free from restraints. The sharp knife slowly slipped out of his cuffs, and secret blood began to rise.
"Did you think of it?"
In the shadows, Watson and Lorenzo walked side by side, their steps gradually becoming more rapid, as if they were about to run.
"Yes, there are nobles here. There are even three known dukes. If I were him, this would definitely be the most perfect place for revenge."
"Then what do you want to do now?"
Watson said provocatively.
"Find it and kill it."
Lorenzo said without emotion, stretched out his hand and tore off the fancy decorations on his clothes.
"But it's in the dark, and you can't protect everyone."
Watson said again.
"Just like Advent, no one understands you, no one will help you, you are just fighting alone."
Lorenzo stopped abruptly, then turned to look at her, his smiling eyes full of sarcasm, but this time Lorenzo didn't care, he didn't even bother to say anything to her.
"Then let's find some more helpers this time."
As he spoke, he remembered something, and a brief smile appeared on his cold face.
Then pure whiteness bloomed in the shadows, like a roaring firework, and the pure flames rose and burned to denounce the darkness.
[Secret blood awakens 5%]
The large Geiger counter installed nearby detected the change in the index, and then transmitted the information. Ten seconds later, in the distant Broken Dome, the Peeper System sounded a piercing alarm bell, a scarlet target.
The dot appears on the map.
At this moment, Seliu in the courtyard seemed to feel something. She was stunned as she looked at the direction Lorenzo disappeared. Regardless of the other people who were still talking to her, she pushed through the crowd and quickly followed him.
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"Can you find it?"
The witcher ran wildly in the shadows, searching for locations where he thought a murder might occur.
"Okay, do you want me to help you?"
No matter how fast Lorenzo ran, Watson followed him like a ghost, just like a person's shadow. No matter how fast you are, you can't outrun your own shadow.
"If it's free, the more the merrier. If it's charged, you'd better get out of here and don't delay my investigation."
Lorenzo cursed unceremoniously.
Watson was not angry about this, as if he knew Lorenzo would say so.
"Your enemy is very dangerous this time."
"Is that the demon who relies on inferior secret blood?"
Lorenzo said disdainfully, although he is also a monster, Lorenzo can be regarded as an elite monster among the elites. How can such inferior monsters compare with himself.
"No, no, no, I'm not talking about it. Of course it's not dangerous. I'm talking about the person behind it, the person who can make inferior secret blood."
Watson simply didn't bother to run. Anyway, she could only exist in Lorenzo's sight, just like a false hallucination. She lay down half in the air, tilted her head and looked at Lorenzo.
"Lorenzo, when you knew this, you also thought of that possibility, right? The secret blood technology is only owned by the church, unless..."
There was a wicked smile on her delicate face. If you didn't think of what was under the skin, she would be as beautiful as before.
Lorenzo knew what she wanted to say and said simply.
"Unless some desperate bastard steals the Book of Revelation on Advent Night."
"Revelation".
All the knowledge related to demons in the Evangelical Church comes from that book. Whether it is the casting of holy silver or the implantation of secret blood, it can be said that that book opened a new page in history and advanced the history of mankind.
I no longer fear the monsters in the dark.
In the Evangelical Church, only the pope and a very small number of cardinals are qualified to access the book. Lorenzo only knew that it existed in the Cathedral of San Naro, but he did not know which room it was in. He had only heard about it but had never seen it.
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"Lorenzo, your situation is very bad. The Book of Revelation appeared in Old Dunling. Those people in the Evangelical Church will never give up."
Lorenzo was silent, thinking of many things in that moment.
In fact, he still couldn't believe that "Apocalypse" could be stolen, and that someone had successfully copied the secret blood technology. If that was the case, that person must have also appeared in the Night of Holy Advent, but Lorenzo didn't know him yet.
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But... there is no need to think about his role. Anyway, in Lorenzo's eyes, all participants in the Night of Advent must die, whether they are lowly demon hunters or high-ranking popes.
"You also have plans for the Book of Revelation, right?"
"Of course."
Watson answered with a smile.
"So you have to survive well, Lorenzo, after all, we are one now."
she said.
"It's coming, Lorenzo."
At this time, Watson let out a burst of cheerful laughter. The laughter gradually became distant and finally dispersed. Then the monsters appeared in Lorenzo's perception, as eye-catching as burning torches in the dark night.
He held the knife tightly. Although this weapon was not threatening to the demon, its user at this moment was Lorenzo. What was important was not the weapon, but the person who used the weapon, even if he was holding a stone at the moment.
, he was also confident of smashing the monster's head to pieces.
coming.
A ferocious demon came towards him in the darkness. Lorenzo swung his knife sharply and blazing white flames covered it, then pulled it into a dazzling white line in the air and cut across the demon's body.
The sharp knife penetrated the demon's heart, hitting it with one blow. The next moment Lorenzo pulled out the knife with his backhand and struck it on the throat again. Because of the size of the knife, he pulled hard and cut it until it was completely cut.
The head was ripped off.
The demon's still body struggled hard and tore the luxurious dress to pieces, but in the end it slowly calmed down and was thrown to the ground by Lorenzo.
Blood was sprinkled all over the road, and this killing was easier than expected.
Sure enough, he was the real monster. Compared with him, they were as harmless as little white rabbits, but the next moment countless heartbeats sounded in the dark night.
Lorenzo's joy after the kill turned to ice. He slowly turned his head and looked at the darkness behind him. Countless demons bared their fangs and claws at him.
There was not only one demon, nor Lorenzo alone, the entire manor was in a huge panic, and Lorenzo could clearly hear countless wailing sounds.
As expected, half of the aristocratic class of old Dunling gathered here, and these nobles also held high positions. Whether it was revenge or shaking the system of old Dunling, the man behind the scenes won, and he won very thoroughly.
There is only Lorenzo, the only demon hunter here. He can survive the tide of demons, but he cannot protect others.
"Why...there are so many!"
The table knife was not enough in front of these monsters. Lorenzo once again regretted why he didn't bring a weapon, and then he raised his fist and smashed it down hard.
Blood and broken bones splashed, but Lorenzo was still too slow to kill the enemy. He was a demon hunter and could freely control demonized humans, or a demon that could maintain his sanity, but no matter Lorenzo was
What, he is not that extraordinary being, he can bleed, get injured, and die.
The demon pressed down heavily, and the empty corridor suddenly became crowded. Lorenzo had no room to swing his fist, and then the hot flames boiled and burned the demon to ashes.
Lorenzo climbed up from the ashes, panting violently, but his rapid heartbeat soon calmed down.
These are low-level demons, without reason and nothing outstanding, just like discarded garbage, but they are still fatal to mortals.
"Damn, damn!"
Lorenzo suddenly remembered a key point. He had never thought that there would be so many monsters. In his opinion, there was only one monster moving from beginning to end, but now it has brought a flood of enemies, and not only that.
, inferring that the demon was rational, and those he killed were just walking corpses.
"Se...Seliu..."
Lorenzo muttered to himself, then turned around and started running wildly.
His initial idea was to find the monster first, deal with it secretly, and control the situation to a minimum. However, this group of monsters obviously disrupted Lorenzo's thoughts, and there was a fatal point in it. The monster had reason.
The demon did not appear.
The target of the demon was the Dukes, who were the biggest prizes in this ball. Lorenzo could already imagine the scene where the demon would sneak up on the commotion of the crowd and then kill the Dukes.
This time the situation was completely beyond Lorenzo's control. Just like on the Night of Holy Advent, Metanzo's armor could only protect him and he could not save anyone.
It is really an unspeakable feeling of powerlessness. Even if you are unparalleled in the world, you can only be unparalleled in the world. In the torrent of death, you are just an isolated reef.
In fact, looking back, Lorenzo can understand the church's approach. Demon hunters are cold weapons. Between the tram and the track, only cold weapons can make the most rational judgment.
The demon was stunned, and Lorenzo smiled mockingly.
During the six years he spent in Jiudunling, he lived more and more like a human being.
Blazing white flames rise, and a metallic substance precipitates from under the skin. It grows in the fireworks, like scales born from the fire, and twisted thorns. It wraps around Lorenzo, wrapping him up continuously as he runs wildly.
, becomes heavy and strong.
Like a burning chariot, it rolled over all obstacles in sight and was unstoppable.