The sky was burned red, so bright that it seemed as if it could drip scarlet blood. Everything was covered in red. The demon hunters slowly approached under the gaze of the setting sun.
Just like at the end of the story, two old enemies meet in a beautiful scenery, and only one can leave alive.
First he walked slowly and cautiously, then walked quickly, and finally waved his sword while running wildly, like an eagle spreading its iron feathers.
It was a scream that shook the eardrums, and then metal collided with each other, bringing up sparks and fierce winds.
The swords of the two men were so violent that just a single strike brought with them uncontrollable power, causing messy hay to dance wildly in the field of vision like broken ashes.
The secret blood surges crazily, awakens, and releases the power that does not belong to mortals, the forbidden power that should be forgotten forever.
First, the most basic flesh and blood, stronger muscle fibers proliferate, the bones are reinforced like steel, and the heart under the body beats violently, like a beating war drum, rapidly circulating the blood containing secret blood.
Then the force of the broken steel was swung down, intertwined together, and brought up blurry afterimages.
There were several deep sword marks on the sturdy folding knife in an instant. Fortunately, the craftsmanship of the purification mechanism allowed it to continue this high-intensity battle. Lorenzo tightened his grip on the weapon and drew out his waist at the next moment.
During the Winchester, the projectiles scattered at close range formed a cone of death.
But this was still not enough. As if he had expected it, Dean Lawrence raised his nail sword and chopped off several projectiles in mid-air with a force that was beyond the comprehension of mortals, while the remaining projectiles grazed him.
The body passed by, and at most it tore more damage on the scarlet robe.
Lorenzo did not give him any more time to think. Since that night, Lorenzo has been thinking about how to defeat Dean Lawrence and how to defeat a person who can see the future.
In fact, after careful meditation, it is very simple, as long as you are faster than him.
So what if he saw the future? When Dean Lawrence saw the future where he was swinging his sword, Lorenzo's sword had already fallen. He wanted to continuously compress the time between "seeing the future" and "actually happening" without giving any time.
Time for him to think about countermeasures.
"So Metazord is the best power."
Lorenzo whispered.
Compared with other weird powers, Metazord's power is not outstanding. It can only give the demon hunter strong armor, but this kind of power can block most of the damage and can be used in deadly battles.
Improved fault tolerance for witchers.
It is even said that it can make the demon hunters start a crazy fight.
Fireworks rose up in the gaps in the armor. Lorenzo turned his attack, and the swing of his folding knife suddenly accelerated, and then he pushed forward crazily. He completely gave up on defense at this moment and allowed Dean Lawrence's nailed sword to slash at the armor.
He could withstand many sword blows, but Dean Lawrence was different. As long as Lorenzo could accurately hit him with a blow, it would cause huge trauma to him.
The heavy nail sword shattered the solid scale armor, but soon the new hardness filled it. The entire armor was in tatters and full of cracks, as if it was about to be completely shattered, but at the cost of this
Lorenzo successfully suppressed Dean Lawrence, and under the increasingly rapid attack, Shang Dafan's prediction was realized almost instantly.
There was a cold light on the folding knife, and the face of Dean Lawrence was reflected on the mottled blade, and then the face quickly enlarged.
"nice!"
Dean Lawrence praised in admiration, but then he swung his nail sword and directly swung away the dropped folding knife, but then there was a gunshot.
"You're slow."
Lorenzo said coldly.
The bullet still failed to hit him. Just when it was about to hit, Dean Lawrence deflected his body, and he fell into Lorenzo's trap.
Dean Lawrence was forced into a blind corner, but he didn't seem to realize that Winchester had already run out of ammunition as he parried the falling folding knife with his nailed sword, and there was no way to reload Lorenzo's ammunition during this rapid battle.
time, but there was no need for him to reload.
The pale light fell, accompanied by the roar of the wind.
Dean Lawrence once again repelled the attack of the folding knife, but this time the folding knife fell directly to the other side and escaped Lorenzo's control. Then he saw the witcher approaching him.
Then he threw a heavy punch.
Sometimes the body can also be a deadly weapon. With the blessing of the secret blood, Lorenzo is very confident in his fist. This time, he hit the abdomen of Dean Lawrence perfectly, full of Lorenzo's anger, and with great force.
It was as if all this fury was going to penetrate into that old body.
Dean Lawrence couldn't help retching, and another heavy punch fell. In pain, he stabilized his body and directly raised the nail sword.
It was a sharp sword. Even if it became curled after such a battle and could withstand the strength of a demon hunter, it could still easily cut off flesh, flesh and bones, but this time it encountered that solid armor.
The sword blade hit the armor and erupted into dazzling sparks. It could not stop the angry fall, and the angry fist could not break it. So in the rapid collision, the sharp sword tip penetrated into the gap in the armor.
, with the huge force penetrating, it directly penetrated Lorenzo's arm.
The entire nailed sword pierced directly, bringing up scarlet blood, but Lorenzo didn't care at all, as if there was no pain, the heavy fist fell directly and hit Dean Lawrence's chest hard.
Lorenzo still tried to pursue, but Dean Lawrence seemed to have slowed down and barely dodged another punch from Lorenzo. He quickly turned around and grabbed the hilt of the sword inserted into the armor, pulled it out and took it with him.
It turned scarlet.
"Not bad, kid."
He did not fight back directly, but distanced himself from Lorenzo. There was a large field of hay between them, with little flames burning on it.
Lorenzo remained silent and did not give chase rashly. Instead, he threw Winchester up and reloaded, firing.
Shang Dafeng's power is not unsolvable. Even if he sees the future, no matter what, people will always be tired at the moment. He is consuming Dean Lawrence's power as much as possible.
Blood was dripping along the gaps in the armor. This kind of injury was nothing to worry about. Lorenzo picked up the discarded folding knife and looked for an opportunity to attack again.
"You learn quickly, kid. I should be impressed by an excellent demon hunter like you."
Dean Lawrence regained his sense of calmness, with a kind smile. If it hadn't been for the thrilling fight just now, no one would have imagined that he would be so terrifying.
It was only the second fight that Shang Dalfeng's flaws could be found. Dean Lawrence's eyes reflected the appearance of the black knight, and he was thinking about who he really was.
All the demon hunters of the Medanzo branch should be dead, but why are there unknown survivors so many years later, and Dean Lawrence still doesn't even know who he is?
He was extremely curious.
"When I kill you, you will find that I will be the best student."
Lorenzo answered coldly.
"How arrogant."
There was no reprimand, but instead an expression of admiration. Dean Lawrence tightened his grip on the nail sword, and then he saw the pale future.
Blood flowed down the dark armor, spread over the palms, and extended to the body of the shotgun, soaking into every mechanical structure and completely covering that little line of poetry.
"Don't go gentle into that good night."
The voice echoed like a prayer.
The shocking gunshot shattered the prayer, and dazzling white light burst out from the muzzle of Winchester's gun. It was the dragon's breath bullet prepared by Lorenzo, but at this moment, with the blessing of the pure flame, it was pure white
Breath.
As if a proud dragon was raging against the darkness, the pure white fireworks swept across the hay field, igniting everything. Along with the surging wind, in an instant, a sea of fire was set off, advancing towards Dean Lawrence.
With the pure white doomsday reflected in his pupils, Dean Lawrence stepped back directly. He did not have the terrifying defense of the Demon Hunter Metanzo, but then there were rapid footsteps that followed his retreat.
heavy,.
It is a picture of the coming of the Kingdom of Heaven, a holy death.
At the moment when Reverend Lawrence retreated, the sharp folding knife cut through the pure white sea of fire, and the black knight's body was burning with holy fireworks, like an angel descended from the world.
Lorenzo rushed into the sea of fire the moment it spread. Under this dazzling cover, he once again approached Dean Lawrence.
There was a blazing heat on his body, and the smell of ashes echoed on the tip of his nose.
"I will kill you, Dean Lawrence."
A curse-like whisper sounded from under the armor.
"I swear."
Then the folding knife fell.
The frail figure was penetrated, and then Lorenzo swung the folding knife forcefully, tore it out of Dean Lawrence's body, and chopped off his left shoulder completely. All the flesh and bones, all the hatred and anger were chopped away
break.
Blood spurted out from the wound, dyeing the pitch-black armor red, and then the folding knife fell again. This time the nail sword came forward weakly. With the crash of steel, the folding knife cut off the nail sword and penetrated it again.
into the body of Dean Lawrence.
"The long-lost pain."
Dean Lawrence was in a daze, as if he didn't expect Lorenzo to be able to do this. He looked at the twisted visor with complicated eyes.
"What do you think is the difference between [the gap] and reality? Child."
he asked suddenly.
"The last words of a dying man? I thought you would say something useful."
Lorenzo tightened his grip on the handle of the knife and twisted it slowly, widening the wound.
It was a weird twisted feeling. Looking at Dean Lawrence's hideous face caused by pain, Lorenzo had never experienced joy, and it seemed that he had become a part of the madness.
"How could it be? I have already thought about my last words and all that, but not now."
Dean Lawrence said casually, and his old hand suddenly held Lorenzo's hand. An unprecedented strength came from that old body, like steel.
He slowly pushed Lorenzo's hand away and pulled the folding knife out of his body bit by bit.
"This is the spiritual world, child."
Dean Lawrence emphasized.
Then a sudden rainstorm came, extinguishing the boiling and burning sea of fire and nourishing the long-dead hay.
"This will not kill the will."
He looked at the bloody folding knife with some disdain. The next moment, the entire wilderness ground lost its color. They were replaced by dense gray squares one after another. Then those squares began to collapse along the soles of Lorenzo's feet.
Falling into the unreachable darkness.
"This is a new lesson, kid."
Dean Lawrence's voice echoed in his ears, and the things in Lorenzo's eyes began to be twisted and pulled, and finally extended into lines of pure color. They intertwined with each other and converged into a vortex that swallowed everything.