- >>->It is really an indescribable emotion, the ecstasy of revenge mixed with anger, and the hatred of being betrayed.
Although Lorenzo only saw the man once, and even said that his face was blurred due to the high-speed movement, at that moment Lorenzo still recognized him, the man who was supposed to die on the night of Holy Advent.
"I never thought you were still alive, Dean Lawrence."
The voice under the armor had no emotion at all. It seemed that this time the knight under the armor had become inhuman and fell into the depths of darkness.
"Lo...Lorenzo!"
Eve behind her seemed to recognize this ferocious body and exclaimed.
Se Liu's eyes changed slightly. Of course she heard Eve's words clearly. She didn't dare to connect this terrifying figure with the person in her mind, but when he turned his head, she couldn't see his face clearly.
, but that inexplicable sense of familiarity declares his identity.
"Quick, run away!"
Eve shouted at him. The pressure that Dean Lawrence put on her was far beyond what she had encountered before. He was the one who really carried death. Confronting him would only leave an unknown trace.
But Lorenzo shook his head and his voice sounded.
"You go, I want to stay."
Yes, how could Lorenzo escape? He must stay. He has been carrying the mystery for many years. Sometimes he even thinks that he will die so mediocrely in Old Dunling, but in all these things
As he gradually regained consciousness, he finally grasped a corner of the truth.
This was truly a fateful reunion. After the Night of Holy Advent, Lorenzo thought he would never have the chance to understand the truth of everything, but the man who should have died long ago appeared in front of him again.
Lorenzo believed in the power of Reverend Lawrence. Before the Demon Hunting Order was disbanded and the Advent Night broke out, he was the Dean of the Demon Hunting Order and the Cardinal of the Evangelical Church.
Demon hunters who know how many years they have passed.
Because of the uncontrollability of the witcher, the witcher is destined not to become a person in power, but Dean Lawrence is an exception. He is the gray between black and white, the medium that connects the two.
Lorenzo was very aware of the gap between himself and Dean Lawrence. Although he was old, the secret blood in his body would not age with the years.
It is still a sharp sword, at most the scabbard wrapping the blade has aged.
There is no thought of escape, not just revenge. No matter what the purpose of Dean Lawrence's appearance here is, it seems that only Lorenzo can hold him firmly at this moment. He doesn't even have fear. Lorenzo has done it more than once
Thinking back to that night of Advent, if he had a second chance to choose, he would definitely die there instead of living alone as the last person.
The blazing white flames were ecstatic, igniting the green lawn, the embers were floating in the warm evening wind, and the gray dust surged and dissipated under the night.
Lawrence stood up slowly among the ruins. He looked at the pitch-black armor. Lawrence was as surprised as Lorenzo. In his opinion, the Medanzo demon hunter had long since died, but in this distant old Dunling
They met again.
"How could it be? It's obvious that you are all dead."
Lawrence said with a bit of disbelief, but there was more of a smile on his face, like an unexpected surprise.
In that final night, the Seven Hills were sealed, the Templar Knights came out in full force, and blood flowed like a river overnight, but even so, some people still struggled to climb out of the pile of dead people, including the dead Ai
Germany, there is also Lorenzo who is angry at this moment.
"Yeah...why?"
Lorenzo stepped across the sea of burning fire and walked towards Dean Lawrence. At this moment, there was an unspeakable fear. Lorenzo seemed to have become the devil himself at this moment, exuding corrosive oppression.
Sure enough, Watson did not lie to himself. Dean Lawrence was still alive, so others, perhaps the most damned ones, were still alive.
It turns out that what I have done is still in vain, nothing has changed, but... there is still a chance to redeem it.
The figure of the knight left a ferocious silhouette in the blazing white fireworks. As he moved forward, the strange armor grew and spread, like countless snakes entangled around him, and finally crawled towards the big sword, twisted and entangled, making
It's sharp and strong.
In fact, it was not Lorenzo who was being shocked at this moment. Dean Lawrence was holding the nail sword. He was as calm as a beast. He was shaken for the first time. Looking at the figure walking in the sea of fire, his thoughts were spinning wildly, but
He still couldn't figure out why any Metanzo witcher could survive.
They guarded the Cathedral of Saint-Naro, and when the Holy Advent incident broke out, they were the first to die. Although Dean Lawrence defected from the Evangelical Church after that, he clearly remembered that they all died during that night.
It's absolutely right.
"How is this possible?"
The black knight in front of him was like the god of death crossing the River Styx. After so many years, this lonely ghost finally found his revengeful enemy.
"Repent while you still have time."
The black knight said that the secret blood has reached the critical value, which is the limit that Lorenzo can reach.
"No... you are not a demon hunter from the Metanzo branch, you are not!"
Suddenly, Dean Lawrence said in a deep voice, he had lived for too long. After retrieving many memories, he remembered the details of that night, and then raised the nail sword, with endless doubts in his eyes.
He knew very well that all the witchers in Metanzo were dead, and Dean Lawrence was extremely sure, because it was he who destroyed the witchers in Metanzo, and he knew all of this.
But there was no chance to ask any more questions. The black knight galloped over like a burning chariot, swinging his sword with blazing flames and fury. The steel collided with each other and made a shrill cry, as if countless wronged souls were wailing.
complaining about the fear of death.
"come!"
The sword blade was like a judgment knife, hitting the ground heavily, setting the nearby lawn on fire. But the next moment, a sharp sword light lit up, and the sharp nail sword hit the dark armor, bursting out countless
of sparks.
The old body seemed to be young again. Dean Lawrence's figure was so fast that it was almost impossible to observe. Only the scarlet figure could be seen passing by, and then Lorenzo's sword struck all the air.
Lorenzo turned around fiercely. Since he could not catch up with the speed of Dean Lawrence, he expanded the range of his attack. He held the big sword in one hand and made a half-moon slash, but the blade only hit the red man.
Then he hit Lorenzo on the chest with a more violent sword blow. Fortunately, protected by his armor, it only left a series of sword marks.
"Who are you? I clearly remember that you guards were the first to die."
During Kuangxiao's slashing attack, Dean Lawrence's voice was heard in the wind.
He is the dean of the Demon Hunter Order. Reverend Lawrence clearly remembers the name of every demon hunter. However, due to the protection of his armor, he cannot see Lorenzo's face, so naturally he cannot judge his identity.
"You don't need to know."
The blazing white fireworks soared, covering the entire field of Dean Lawrence's field of vision for an instant. The next moment, the sharp sword was swung down, splitting the flames. The force of the broken stone cutting through the iron seemed to cut off Dean Lawrence together.
But the expected thing still didn't happen. As if he knew where Lorenzo would strike from, Dean Lawrence turned slightly sideways to avoid the attack, and then the nail sword slashed fiercely on the visor.
The old demon hunter had unimaginable power, and the blow was as heavy as a blunt instrument. Lorenzo felt that his ears were filled with a sharp buzzing, and then a burning sting came from his cheek.
The jet-black face armor began to shatter, large pieces of scale-like black armor fell off, and a tragic sword wound extended from the brow bone to the forehead.
Dean Lawrence raised the mottled nailed sword. Facing Lorenzo's armor, most of its attacks were ineffective. The battle of steel left countless cracks, but now there was finally a trace of blood on it.
That comes from Lorenzo.
"You have no chance of winning, child. As long as you are a demon hunter, you must have been taught by me. I am familiar with the fighting methods of each branch of demon hunters. Whether it is Michael or Metanzo, they will have fatal
weakness."
He rolled up his red robe and wiped the blood from the sword blade, looked at Lorenzo with a smile, and said softly.
"You've reached your critical mass, right?"
…
Pressure, all Lorenzo felt at this moment was endless pressure.
Perhaps it was the six years in Old Dunling that made his weapon no longer sharp, or perhaps it was the powerful power of being the leader of the religious order. Lorenzo did not have any advantage in the battle with Dean Lawrence, and was even said to be hidden.
suppress.
However, the person in front of me is the leader of the Demon Hunting Order, an old monster who has lived for who knows how long.
Unlike the Demon Hunting Order, the group of people who rule the Evangelical Church are real mortals. They have no secret blood or other weird powers. They will get sick, age, and die. However, Dean Lawrence among them is a
He is an alien, with secret blood flowing in his body, and the power from the demon can keep him alive for a long time, so long that most cardinals don't seem to know his origins.
He is living history, and it is even said that his life may have spanned most of the history of the church. He taught all the skills of the demon hunters, and even the powers derived from different branches were sorted out by him.
In terms of combat, Lorenzo is a piece of transparent glass to Reverend Lawrence, and Lorenzo doesn't even know what Reverend Lawrence's power is, and judging from the degree of perceived erosion, Reverend Lawrence didn't even attract the secret.
Blood.
"Witcher, you don't look good. Why don't you try to raise the secret blood to a higher level?"
Father Lawrence strode forward, whether it was provocation or ridicule, and then his old eyes released pure blazing whiteness, dragging the nailed sword with a thunderous light path.
Lorenzo did not answer him. He stayed where he was and watched the arrival of Dean Lawrence. The armor grew as if alive. Then he repaired the damaged face armor, and the nailed sword arrived in an instant.
But suddenly his breathing gradually stopped, and even the burning flames gradually solidified, as if they were releasing dust of strong light.
Watson stood beside Dean Lawrence, the sharp nail sword reflected the woman's face, her expression was full of disgust.
"Lorenzo, you are no match for him. Among the demon hunters, I am afraid that only your senior wandering in the [Gap] can fight him. You have no chance of winning now."
"So you came out just to talk nonsense?"
Lorenzo answered indifferently. He looked at the approaching sword blade. The whole world seemed to have stopped, but he knew very well that his thoughts had become faster. It was so fast that he could still be with Hua Hua at this fatal moment.
Live chatter.
"No, I just remind you to run away quickly. You also know that you can't break through the critical value. After all, you are not compatible with the Holy Grail...or me."
Watson walked over with a smile and stroked the cold armor.
"What is truly compatible is the lonely ghost who died in [the gap]. You are just a temporary container."
Like a devil that confuses people's hearts, she said softly.
"You should know what will happen if the critical value is exceeded in this situation, right?"
Lorenzo was silent and did not reply. In his field of vision, the fatal sword blade was still approaching, and was already about to reach Lorenzo. It seemed to be only a few dozen centimeters away.
"After all, don't you just want to be free from bondage?"
Lorenzo recalled the guy sitting on the bench in the ice field, the senior who died before him.
Once the critical value is exceeded, Lorenzo begins to demonize, and after demonization, Lorenzo can bring about erosion in a practical sense, affecting everyone around him. Through this spiritual influence, Watson's Prison
There will be an escape route.
The abominable devil will truly break free, corrode Lorenzo, and then use Lorenzo as a link to spread like a virus.
"I don't need it, at least for the time being."
"Really? You could die here."
"But if I die, won't you also die forever?"
Lorenzo looked at Watson, the woman's gradually stiffening expression was really nice.
"So, Watson, as you said, we are in a symbiotic relationship where both prosper and suffer. I am your container and you live on me. If you don't want everyone to finish the game, can you say something useful quickly?
"
Lorenzo never revealed Watson's existence to anyone, so Watson had nothing that could be classified as a medium to escape. She was trapped on an island named Lorenzo, and the island was destroyed by the tide.
When she drowned, she was forever forgotten in the world.
Forgetting is the real death.
Watson looked at him hard, and after a long time, she seemed to have compromised, she said.
"You blackmailed a devil, and I will earn it back from you sooner or later."
The next moment, Watson's hand touching the armor melted into the armor. It was an unspeakable coldness. Even the hot burning pure flame lost its temperature at this moment, as if falling into the deep cold of the endless abyss, followed by
With Watson's steps, she actually stepped into the armor little by little. This time, she seemed to have outlawed Lorenzo and became a knight in the armor.
The accelerated thoughts began to slow down, and finally returned to normal. At this moment, the thunder that was indistinguishable to the naked eye suddenly fell, but this time he failed to hit Lorenzo.
The Black Knight appeared ghostly behind Dean Lawrence, then raised the sword high, and then lowered it like a beheading.