A blizzard swept across the train's route, and a thick gray curtain shrouded the cold earth. The visible distance was pitifully short, and the air was extremely cold. Even breathing in the bone-chilling cold seemed to freeze one's heart and lungs.
The raging steam gushes out from the locomotive, and before it can overflow, it condenses into ice crystals and floats away. It is a new model that Lorenzo has never seen before. The combustion chamber of the train is half open, and endless sparks drift away as it speeds, just like this
The only light in the cold night.
There are only a few carriages that can cover the wind and snow. Most of the carriages in this train are open containers, blocked by dark green tarpaulins. It is impossible to see what is underneath. The hard snowflakes are like speeding ice skates, and they are heavy.
It hits the whole body like steel rain.
Lorenzo's figure slowly appeared in his field of vision. Perhaps because the strong wind on the roof of the car was too strong, he looked swaying. Lawrence could only barely make out the gray shadow under the snow.
Behind the scarlet robe, he was carrying a wooden box, which looked heavy.
"You're doing well, kid. I'm becoming more and more curious about who you are. There is no one named Lorenzo Holmes among the witchers."
During such a long confrontation, Lawrence had already learned of Lorenzo's fate...but the demon hunter had no name. Although it reminded him of a person from a long time ago, the age of the demon hunter in front of him was different.
He can't get along with people, and he is very curious.
"So who exactly are you?"
Lawrence's voice was muffled by the violent wind and snow, but with the witcher's hearing, Lorenzo still heard it clearly.
"He's just a living person, and this name was chosen at random...it doesn't make any sense, dean."
I don't know what he was thinking about in his gray-blue eyes. Lorenzo's voice was lazy and carried by the wind to Lawrence's ears.
The demon hunter looked around casually. Sometimes he began to be obsessed with himself. It was not perfect to use this place as a battlefield for a death battle.
The pitch-black python wandered on the pale earth, stirring up snow waves several meters high, leaving behind a gray trail. Under such a terrifying blizzard, such traces would not last long, and would be gone in about ten minutes.
Covered in heavy snow, it was like no one had ever been there.
It was as if the entire world's heavy snow was pouring down at this moment, isolating Lorenzo and the others from the entire world. The moonlight was blocked by snow clouds, and everything was like the gray after death.
This is a train heading to the underworld, and the passengers are all ghosts who have died long ago.
The two of them stood on the roof of the car. Due to the small area, there was very little space for the two of them to move left and right. They could only move forward or backward.
"So...start?"
Lawrence asked.
There was no vengeful rage, no hateful curse, he just asked calmly, just like a daily greeting.
"OK."
Lorenzo's response rang in the wind.
In the end, the rage turned into an uncontrollable calm. There was no passionate roar before the war. At this moment, except for actions, there were no words to express the blazing rage.
Just like at the end of that ancient story, the evil ghosts meet on a narrow road.
Lawrence held the nailed sword tightly with both hands, the tip of the sword pointing slightly downward, like the hunched tiger. When another heavy snowstorm swept between the two of them, a deafening roar penetrated the blizzard.
The scarlet figure was like a vigorous cheetah, the surge of secret blood amplified his body, the withered muscles swelled again, and the tough muscles continued to revive, as if time was going backwards in Lawrence's body.
The nailed sword shone with a terrifying cold light, tearing apart countless snowflakes.
But behind the fading snow curtain, there was a faint light, and then several burning thermite bombs penetrated the snow curtain and headed straight for Lawrence.
"That's not enough! Lorenzo!"
Shang Dafeng's power was surging, and the thin red lines had already appeared in Lawrence's eyes. He directly swung the nail sword, and the metal collided with the burning thermite bomb. The huge power forced the destined trajectory to deflect, and the fire was
Disappearing into the snow curtain, his speed did not slow down at all and he continued to charge forward.
The gray shadow was infinitely close, and Lawrence's nail sword cut it into two pieces with a terrifying cold light.
But when the covering wind and snow passed, he realized that what he had hit was a thermite rifle, and Lorenzo had already moved his position.
Then the terrible future flashed in his mind, Lawrence struggled to raise the nail sword, and then the folding knife poked out from the blizzard, slashing from top to bottom.
The steel collided, and the sparks that flew were fleeting.
Lorenzo stabbed the folding knife and made a feint attack, trying to deceive Shang Dafeng's weird precognitive ability. At the same time, Lawrence followed Lorenzo's deception and swung his sword to parry, but Lorenzo suddenly changed in the middle.
Slashing horizontally at Lawrence.
Without hesitation, seeing that he had fallen into the trap, Lawrence simply ignored the mistake and instead slashed at Lorenzo in an attempt to inflict injury.
Weapons crossed and blood flowed everywhere.
There was no pause, the sound of cracking sky broke out again, and the demon hunters collided and fought.
Lawrence had a strong desire to attack. He repeatedly approached and swung his sword forward. The nail sword passed over his head and fell violently. Lorenzo instinctively retreated and at the same time tilted his sword blades. The blades intertwined and a sharp cry broke out.
There was a sound, and the falling nail sword fell along the slope of the folding knife. At this moment, Lorenzo followed the force and slashed directly upwards, the sharp cold light brought a touch of blood.
Smooth and coordinated, the elegant sword strike is as heavy as a thousand pounds.
A long, thin wound opened along the left side of Lawrence's face and extended to the bridge of his nose. Lorenzo could have almost blinded him in one eye.
Such a thrilling blow, but Lawrence had no intention of retreating. He gently touched the edge of the wound and rubbed the blood with his fingers.
"You studied very well."
Lawrence looked at the hazy face in front of him and said. Because of the dim light and the cover of the snow, Lawrence could only see Lorenzo's movements clearly, but not his appearance.
"It's you, the dean, who taught me well."
Lorenzo said, and at the same time, the smile on Lawrence's face grew wider.
He knew Lorenzo's thoughts very well. He chose the battlefield here just to make Lawrence have nowhere to escape... But in the same way, Lorenzo had nowhere to escape, and only one of them could leave alive.
Florend's potion continues to take effect in the body, like the combustion chamber of a steam engine, boiling the blood. Lorenzo's senses are frighteningly sensitive. If he concentrates, he can even distinguish every falling snowflake.
The pause was short-lived, Lorenzo's offensive was uncharacteristic, he jumped up directly, without protecting his gap, and slashed down the folding knife.
The two weapons were in a stalemate for a short time, but then something dark suddenly fell from Lorenzo's body, and then the demon hunter suddenly retreated and jumped into the snow curtain behind him.
The next moment, the pitch-black thing burst open, bursting into turbulent fire, and the broken shrapnel spread out under the impact of the explosion. The air wave of the explosion caused the wind to turn, but it was immediately covered again.
Lawrence set up his nail sword to protect his internal organs, but the impact of the airflow still lifted him up. After knocking him backwards for several meters, he swung his nail sword and inserted it into the car body, stabilizing his figure.
"You've learned your lesson, Lorenzo."
The twisted flesh and blood repaired the wound, and the shrapnel that had cut into the body was squeezed out by the powerful flesh and blood. Lawrence roared towards the gray snow curtain.
After only fighting for a while, the wildly dancing snowflakes had already covered most of his body. He squinted his eyes slightly, trying not to be obscured by it as much as possible.
"There is nothing I can do. I will lose sooner or later in a head-to-head confrontation."
Lorenzo's voice echoed around him. The blizzard greatly reduced Lawrence's vision and he couldn't see Lorenzo.
With the experience of previous duels, Lorenzo is very clear about the gap between him and Lawrence, not to mention that Lawrence still has the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail in his body. The more his body is on the verge of collapse, the more powerful he becomes, so powerful that it makes people despair.
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Holding the nail sword tightly with both hands, he breathed steadily, trying to warm the cold air. Almost in an instant, Lawrence suddenly turned around, and the terrifying sword force brought up a violent wind and slashed horizontally. Relying on Shang Dafen's foresight, he directly faced him.
Lorenzo breaks out of the snow.
With the brief impact of the folding knife, Lorenzo couldn't match Lawrence's strength and was directly shaken away. However, the figure flipped strangely in the air, spun out in a big circle, and fell down again while waving the folding knife.
As expected, this slash was perfectly defended by Lawrence once again. At this moment, Lorenzo kicked his legs directly in mid-air and stamped hard on the nail sword. While repelling Lawrence, he also made himself suffer again.
Keep distance.
After landing, the cold sword light quickly magnified in his eyes. Lawrence was faster than he thought. His pace was quick and he directly caught up with Lorenzo's foothold.
The folding knife swung up, trying to directly cut off Lawrence's head as he approached, but the nail sword struck at a strange angle, hitting the folding knife first, colliding with it, and the huge impact shook it away.
, then terrifying power surged under the old body, and Lawrence slashed at more speed.
At this time, the folding knife had just been repulsed, and Lorenzo had no time to return to defense. Lawrence bent his knees and lowered his body, attacking Lorenzo's lower body. He swung the nail sword with one hand, maximizing its sweeping range, and flashed past
, there was blood on Lorenzo's calf wound.
Lawrence was not going to give Lorenzo a chance to breathe, and the nail sword struck straight at him again, stabbing him.
Based on his many years of swordsmanship experience, Lorenzo instinctively raised his folding knife to parry, but Lawrence was obviously faster than him. Even without Shang Dafeng's foresight, he was still the leader of the Demon Hunting Order and was at the top of the swordsmanship
Grandmaster.
The nail sword that was raised quickly blocked the parrying path of the folding knife, and the blade was forced off the trajectory.
Lorenzo realized something was wrong. Dense armor covered his body, and then the sharp nail sword stabbed Lorenzo's right shoulder. Under the terrifying power of the witcher, Lawrence stepped forward and could hear
Hearing the faint sound of steel, Lorenzo's armor was easily broken through, and it also pierced the silver-binding bolt under the body surface, directly penetrating it together with his flesh and blood.
The blade was as cold as a blizzard, and Lorenzo tried to fight back with his backhand, but Lawrence got close to Lorenzo and struck a hard elbow at the same time, hitting the joint of Lorenzo's arm, and the subsequent counterattack was forcibly interrupted.
Lorenzo gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain that penetrated him, and swung the folding knife with his right hand, forcing it past the limitations of the joint in a way that ordinary people could never do. Lawrence simply drew out the nail sword and imitated Lorenzo at the same time.
method, kicked him hard in the chest, and kicked him out directly.
In the end, one hand firmly grasped the edge of the roof, preventing Lorenzo from falling off the train.
Lawrence came at this moment holding a nailed sword, and he wanted to pursue the victory.
Knowing the disadvantage at this moment, Lorenzo immediately let go of his hand and disappeared into the snow again before Lawrence could arrive.
Standing on the edge of the car roof, with the endless cold wind passing by both sides of his body, Lawrence did not relax his vigilance. He knew clearly that Lorenzo would not give up.
The next moment, the folding knife penetrated the steel, pierced out from the roof of the car under his feet, and almost pierced Lawrence's ankle. At this moment, he jumped off the car and continued the pursuit.
The car door was already open, and before Lawrence could stand still, a flickering flame ignited in the darkness.
"That kind of weapon is useless to me."
Lawrence strode into the darkness. With Shang Dafen's foresight and the demon hunter's physical strength, it was not a problem to cut off the flying thermite bombs.
But in the darkness Lorenzo's laughter could be heard.
"Master, you are too confident. Excessive confidence is also a weakness."
As he spoke, several steel needles were pierced into the darkness... They were not steel needles, but conductive metal spears. Lorenzo fired the electric spear gun in the darkness.
Lawrence had never seen such a weapon, and he chopped it down casually with the nail sword. But when the nail sword connected with it, the surging electric current hit his body in an instant, and the biological instinct convulsed, making the strike slower.
, and then more conductive metal spears penetrated his body, restricting his movement.
"Look, that's it."
A mocking voice sounded.
Paralyzed, Lawrence used his strength angrily, and the terrifying erosion directly hit Lorenzo at this short distance, but this time Lorenzo did not fall. His eyes were bloodshot, and blood fell from the tip of his nose.
An overdose of Florund's potion maintained his sanity, and he looked hideous.
"How many thermite bombs can you kill now?"
Lorenzo picked up the ignited thermite rifle, and the meteor of fireworks flew past.
The electric spear gun alone cannot trap Lawrence, but as long as it can slightly restrict his movements, even if he predicts the future, he cannot change it.
This is Lorenzo's plan. Shang Dalfeng's foresight is limited. There will always be a certain period of time in the future that is blank for Lawrence. Then the offensive will be like a storm, with constant trial and error.
, until Lawrence gave Lorenzo an opportunity in that blank time.
It's now!
After a brief period of paralysis, Lawrence broke free from his restraints, and with the strength he regained, he was the first to kill the first thermite bomb, but the subsequent thermite bombs had already arrived, and he was slower.
The semi-melted high-temperature metal directly hit his body. The solid metal penetrated into the body, and the liquid metal adhered to the surface of the skin. The scorching heat caused tremendous pain in an instant.
The heartbreaking pain tortured Lawrence's nerves. His sword-wielding hand hesitated slightly, and more thermite bullets successfully hit, almost melting half of his body into a metal statue in an instant.
"Lorenzo!"
he roared.
The molten iron on his body was shaken away with force, and the nail sword came with the intention of death. Lorenzo had no intention of dodging. The armor was fully covered, and the strong black armor was like a shield. But compared to the body nourished by the Holy Grail, the power was still too terrifying.
, the nail sword penetrated Lorenzo's chest, and was then nailed to the rear car door.
"Master, you have taught me that a demon hunter should be a weapon, without unnecessary emotions or human identity."
Lorenzo tightened his grip on the nailed sword that penetrated him. He looked at the ferocious-looking Lawrence, and bursts of laughter came from his face.
"Fear, greed, sensibility...these are all human weaknesses, but do you still remember that anger is also a human weakness?"
"Anger makes people lose their minds."
Lawrence's angry expression suddenly disappeared, his eyes glowed with a blazing white light, and he saw the hateful future, but at this moment Lorenzo grabbed him tightly.
Another way to fight against Shang Dafeng... Even if some futures are predicted in advance, they cannot be avoided.
"Don't run away! Lawrence!"
Lorenzo roared and activated the weapon in his other hand, and the blazing light lit up.
This is Lorenzo's carefully chosen battlefield, and every weapon in the carriage is designed to kill Lawrence.
The Forged Spear has been activated. This weapon was created to restrain the Original Sin Armor. It is essentially a large thermite. The rapidly melting high-temperature metal will melt through the armor and destroy the internal mechanical structure. Now it is used in
On Lawrence.
No matter how Lawrence turned the nailed sword, the severe pain could not make Lorenzo let go of his hand, and then the sharp spear penetrated it, and the half-melted molten iron overflowed, as if there was solid light.
Lawrence wailed and retreated. The flesh and blood of the Holy Grail would not kill him, but the severe pain still made him crazy. He slowly took out the spear, and the golden molten iron spread on the ground, like a pool of golden water.
Lorenzo also pulled out the nailed sword little by little. His armor was full of cracks and his figure was shaky.
Holding the painful metal, Lawrence threw it out without hesitation. The next moment, the burning spear came to Lorenzo's eyes, and he swung the nail sword. Lorenzo tried to deflect it, but was carried away by it.
The car flew out with a huge force and hit the edge of the car with the entire door, and endless cold wind poured in.
"How ugly, Lawrence."
Lorenzo continued to laugh, he slowly stood up and looked at the figure standing on the fireworks.
"You still don't understand. Anger still controls you."
As Lorenzo's voice fell, Lawrence noticed it, but it was too late. This was the "blank" after activating precognition.
The high temperature ignited the remaining weapons in the carriage, the countless incendiary bombs.
Lorenzo tried his best to climb onto the carriage, but even so, he was a step too late. The ammunition of the weapon ignited and exploded, causing a fatal explosion in the narrow carriage.
Broken shrapnel, surging heat, boiling fireworks.
The solid carriage seemed to have been kneaded by a giant for a moment, and the whole car was twisted and deformed. The instant high temperature burned it black, as if it were the frame of a giant's corpse.
The powerful impact cleared away the heavy snow within tens of meters, and a piece of pure land was opened up in this bad weather. This blank space lasted for at least tens of seconds, and only after that did the snowflakes slowly fall.
The rails underneath were also shattered, and the train jolted violently and almost derailed.
Lorenzo stood on the roof of the car. In order to ensure the continuation of the plan, there were not too many explosives in the car, but high-temperature incendiary bombs.
All this is Lorenzo's trap. He may not be an excellent detective, but he is an excellent liar and a cruel witcher.
He had been preparing for too long to kill Lawrence. He grasped everything he could, even the stone, and swung it down with all his strength, smashing his head open.
The carriage is like a combustion chamber, and the core temperature can reach thousands of degrees in an instant. Even steel will melt, let alone flesh and blood.
This is the furnace of death.
But Lorenzo still did not take it lightly. He stared at the dazzling sea of fire until the smell of ashes came in the wind.
The flaming nail sword burst through the air, and the strong wind pressure made Lorenzo palpitate. He raised the nail sword and the folding knife at the same time, and the weapons broke with a loud noise, and the broken blade cut into his body.
The speed was so fast that Lorenzo could only see the burning eyes, and then a sharp nail sword slashed his body. He held the broken sword tightly and tried to fight back, and his eyes finally caught up with the high-speed sword.
The figure is abominable that has never been seen before.
"I said, I am your teacher, and I taught you all your skills."
The demon said slowly. Before the blood could drip down, it solidified on the nailed sword, and the blood glowed with a scarlet red light.
Immediately afterwards, the red shadow flew up. Lorenzo relied on instinct to withstand the swift blow, but then the sword blade struck his wrist. He couldn't see Lawrence's path at all, and immediately a new one hit him.
The cold light fell.
The pain is one behind the other, like two swords.
Lorenzo knew he couldn't continue like this. He stepped back hard, threw Winchester out of his waist, and released the dragon's breath bomb. The blazing curtain of fire interrupted the chaotic heavy snow and temporarily hindered Lawrence's attack.
Chase.
No, there was no interruption. The nail sword came through the air and penetrated Lorenzo's gun-holding arm directly. The huge force on the nail sword knocked him upside down on the roof of the car. The endless cold wind blew away the fire of the dragon's breath.
At the end of the night, the demon came riding on the fireworks.
"Courage, skill, strength, cunning."
Lorenzo struggled to get up, whispering about the teachings he received in the Demon Hunting Order.
The twisted joints were forcibly twisted under the action of muscles. He forcefully pulled out the nailed sword that penetrated his arm, groaning in pain.
The secret blood heals the horrific injuries, which may kill a person, but for the demon hunter, this is not enough.
"Give up, Lorenzo, you have no hope of victory."
Lawrence said.
He perfectly suppressed Lorenzo. This demon hunter had made many calculations. Whether it was the heavy snow, this no-man's land, the train full of weapons, or the explosive explosion that could evaporate a person almost instantly, Lorenzo had already
Trying his best to plot against Lawrence, his plan was almost perfect
...A wild dog can only do this if it wants to kill a tiger.
But under that absolute power, everything seemed so fragile.
Lawrence was shirtless at the moment, and complicated inscriptions covered his body like tattoos. The injuries Lorenzo had left on him were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The twisted sarcoma hung on the side of his chest, with a
The sleeping face is strange and terrifying.
The box behind him had been broken into pieces, and the nailed sword fell out, and he tied it around his waist with the remnants of his red robe.
Lawrence held nailed swords in both hands, with his back facing the sea of fire, like the angel holding a flaming sword in mythology.
"It's so scary... Is this the power of the Holy Grail? It won't kill you."
Lorenzo smiled bitterly. Instead of rushing to attack, he reached into his arms and took out the cigarette case.
The delicate cigarette box was also penetrated by the stabbing just now. Lorenzo could only reluctantly pick out half of the cigarette that was still smokeable, hold it in his mouth, press it on the remaining fire beside him, and finally reluctantly
set it on fire in the cold wind.
"It's not time to admit defeat yet... this is just the beginning."
The blizzard falling again blurred his figure. From an angle that Lawrence could not see, Lorenzo stared at his pocket watch.
"You know, Dean, I have never believed in such nonsense as destiny, fate, or destiny... Of course, I didn't dare to say this when I was in the Order. After all, you are a demon hunter with a salary of Shangda, and even the Pope can
Asking about your unknown future."
He slowly recounted to himself, but he was actually buying time. He needed time to make his injured body recover. Lawrence knew this too, but he was not in a hurry. He had always had an absolute advantage and absolute confidence. He believed that there was nothing.
It can change the situation of the battle, because he is destined not to die here.
"I always think that is the bullshit of magicians. There is no destined future. If you are destined to drown, don't rely on the sea. If you are destined to become a great devil, then do good deeds.
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I don’t believe in this shit like fate, like you’re destined to do something…no one can force me to do something!”
The demon hunter raised the nailed sword again, and the smooth sword body reflected the distorted light.
"I thought I would always have this mentality, but until after the Holy Advent Night..."
The weird laughter rippled back and forth in the cold wind, like a ferocious evil ghost.
"At that moment, I suddenly understood, this damn thing is really evil. No matter how you try to escape, you can't escape."
"Then what is your ideal?"
Like listening to a dead man's last words, Lawrence still had time to kill them.
The gray shadow tilted its head, and the blazing white fireworks boiled and burned behind the snow curtain.
"Of course it's to eradicate the demon."
"This is a bit far-fetched, even wishful thinking."
"But aren't these ideal things called ideal just because they are out of reach?"
Lawrence was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing. He looked at the burning figure with admiration and praised it.
"That's nice, Lorenzo."
"Of course."
Lorenzo responded, throwing the cigarette butt into the wind, and with the rising secret blood, new armor covered his body.
"It's like I once thought I was a firework burning sin, but later I realized that I was just ashes that had been burned, and there were still residual warm ashes.
But whether it’s firewood or embers, as long as it can burn the demon to death, it’s enough, right?”
In the blizzard, the black knight tightened his grip on the nailed sword, the blade covered with holy silver hung slightly, and fireworks emerged from the gaps in the armor.