It was like the armor of a black angel covering Lorenzo's body, but rather than the armor, it was better to say that it was a group of entangled snakes climbing on his body, intertwined with each other, and turned into this strange armor.
Blazing white fireworks poured out from the gaps in the armor, as if what was under the armor was not a body of flesh and blood, but a divine spiritual body made entirely of flames.
"Saab, to kill the demon you must not only destroy the heart, but also the brain."
A low voice rang in his ears, and the flaming sword was swung down easily, causing the bound arm to break.
The wound made by the sword blade was not a smooth cut, but a black char. The extreme high temperature destroyed all the cells the moment it fell and turned it into floating ashes.
Then the light from the sky pierced all the darkness.
Lorenzo stood on the wooden pile bathing in flames. With the high temperature, the surrounding area under his feet was being burned. His injuries were being healed. Although the speed was not very fast, Lorenzo would not die for the time being.
This is the power of the demon. Even if the demon's brain is destroyed, the body will still act instinctively. If the heart is destroyed, the body can still fight for a period of time driven by the will. Even if the demon has secret blood like Lorenzo
Those with high purity can be directly forcibly cured, but the price is a bit expensive, but compared to life, these are worthless.
"Is this a glimmer of hope in a box?"
Looking at that soothing light, Sabo's eyes filled with tears.
"After all, you are still different from me. What I got from the secret blood is such a twisted body, but you can be so sacred..."
In the end, even the unknown secret blood rejected Sabo. It was obvious that he and Lorenzo had the same blood, but the final result was completely different. The weird body slowly rolled up and his head lowered, like a disappointed child.
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"It's just false holiness."
The snakes climbed up Lorenzo's neck, sucking the blood, and in return the strong snake scales became his armor.
The flaming sword was lowered, and Lorenzo arched up, which was a sign of a sword strike.
Dawn is coming, illuminating everything and leaving no room for darkness. But just like the last carnival before death, it is also the darkest before dawn, the incomparably deep night, the last counterattack from the shadows.
The rock wall above the head becomes dry, and all the water droplets are evaporated. It is the fire from the top. Under the work of the purification mechanism, the fire has burned to the bottom. Whether it is a demon or a human, in that fatal
There is no chance of survival under the high temperature. The body is turned into coke inch by inch, crushed into light ashes, and finally sleeps under the earth.
The whole world is crumbling, and the fragile underground palace is collapsing layer by layer. Just like an old man, the organs of the body are decaying one by one. It is going to die. Soon, the lowest level will soon be destroyed by the stone bricks above.
Crushed, there was not much time left for the two of them. Countless gravel and dust fell, causing ripples on the water. Only one of them could leave alive.
Therefore, the mottled stabbing sword penetrated the heavy dust, the scarlet eyes were jealous of Lorenzo, he was jealous of everyone in the world, the sharp sword and the fire sword were cut together, the dark gray metal was burned red by the high temperature,
Blood dripping on it also evaporates in an instant.
"No one can decide their origin, but they can decide their future!"
Sabo screamed, his body was already that deformed monster, but he still felt that he could survive, he would definitely survive, this was his only wish.
Lorenzo fought with him with swords. To this extent, sword skills were no longer important. It was just a skill for killing people, but it was not a sharp blade for slaying demons.
There is no skill at all. The two of them are like primitive monsters, fighting in the purest form. The stabbing sword strikes the strong snake scales, bursting out dazzling sparks and leaving deep sword marks. The burning blade burns sin.
body, but the proliferating flesh and blood quickly replaced the dead part.
Like the ouroboros that eats its own tail, it is destroyed and reborn until one of them falls.
"Saab has no chance, there is no chance to change many things when you make a decision."
Lorenzo said calmly.
Everything tonight stems from that sacred coffin, and the changes in the underground palace stem from the doctor related to it. Lorenzo has dealt with many such cases, and he knows very well that the doctor left secret blood,
The large-scale spread of secret blood caused those humans to turn into monsters, and Sabo was the only one among them who could maintain his sanity.
No, maybe he did this just for the sake of the secret blood. His deformed body had long been unable to support himself, and only the secret blood could bring him a turning point.
The fire sword struck continuously, like a blacksmith's hammer, striking steel and fire crazily.
Lorenzo forced Sabo back, and then followed him again. The water surface was boiling due to the high temperature, and mist rose, reflecting ferocious shadows and lights.
There was another roar, and the collapse was approaching, and this time Lorenzo swung his sword with all his strength, and the red-hot stabbing sword broke apart amid the roar.
That was the sword that had been with Sabo for many years. It finally broke today. He grabbed the broken sword head, and the proliferated flesh and blood wrapped around it. Then he stabbed Lorenzo, and the sword blade inserted into the small gap in the armor.
In, cut deep into the flesh.
Sabo opened his mouth and bit into Lorenzo's body with his sharp teeth. He no longer had a sword, but he still had sharp teeth and strong arms. He would bite Lorenzo's throat.
The arms will drown him in the water.
He hasn't lost yet, he can still continue.
The rock wall above their head finally couldn't withstand the weight and began to collapse. Countless gravel fell down, completely destroying the underground river. The fight between the two was interrupted by this sudden change. The river water swept them and hit the bulge at the bottom of the water.
of rocks, and finally sank.
At the bottom of the dark water, the blazing fire was still burning. The figures of the drowning people twisted together like crazy before death. After a short pause, they fought each other in the rushing water. It was no longer a battle between humans.
It's more like a beast.
Heavy gravel pressed against them, and dark red blood gushes out from the gaps in the armor and flesh, drifting with the current and hitting the surrounding rock walls under the huge drop.
Sabo bit Lorenzo with his sharp hands and fangs. The black iron armor withered like scales one by one, and the blazing fire was released from it. The burning staff and sword repeatedly strangled Sabo's abdomen, killing him continuously.
Resurrected again.
Whimpering and roaring, he strangled Lorenzo's head tightly, refusing to let go even if the overflowing fireworks burned his palms. He held him down like an iron pincer, pressing him down and hitting the bulge on the bottom of the water.
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Lorenzo's offensive suddenly froze, as if something was blocking him, preventing him from completely "mutating", and the flames were dying, but in the end Lorenzo broke free from Sabo's restraints in the water, without caring at all.
The injuries on the body, the burning palm tightly hugged Sabo's head, and then the high temperature evaporated everything.
In the confusing and turbid blue world, there were constant glimmers of light, but the huge water flow still cleared it all away.
At the end of the entangled fight to the death, it seemed that both of them were exhausted, suffering from blood loss and injuries, the cold water and suffocation. They weakly let go of each other and were rushed to the edge of the sewer exit together.
There was no grand finale, just two people washed ashore like dead dogs.
It probably took a few seconds or a few minutes before one of the bodies finally started to move again. His twisted palms grasped the edge of the shore. Sabo climbed up the shore with difficulty. He gasped for breath, and the flesh and blood in his abdomen twisted and squirmed.
Cold air poured into his lungs, and tears couldn't help but flow down. Although it was painful, he was still alive, he was still alive.
He had nothing left, and once again became a desperado. His only arms scratched the ground vigorously, dragging himself on the ground, leaving a large trail of blood behind him.
The field of vision was turbid. Sabo could only judge the direction based on the feeling of the breeze. Lorenzo's last blow at the bottom of the river almost melted his head. Although he failed, his fragile eyeballs had been destroyed.
, he needs time to recover.
Sabo is only one step away from freedom. He built this escape channel himself. He knows exactly what to do next. Outside the narrow sewer is the Thames River. Usually the boat will pass here slowly. When needed,
Once Sabo entered the Thames he was free and no one could stop him.
Behind him, Lorenzo also climbed onto the shore. He retched and vomited out blood mixed with the river water. His face was pale, and not a single bit of his black armor was left. His staff and sword had long been lost in the fight, but the Winchester was still there.
He held it tightly in his hand.
"Saab, you have nowhere to run."
Lorenzo leaned against the wall, looking at the body crawling with all his strength and mockingly said.
"Actually, there are many things more worthwhile than living, but you haven't seen them at all."
After knocking the shotgun hard, the gravel and water soaked it, making it impossible to shoot. Lorenzo let out a long sigh, covered the wound and tried to stand up.
Sabo was still crawling forward. He didn't care about Lorenzo's words at all, he just wanted to move forward, so Lorenzo rushed over and held Sabo tightly. The only blood tried to ignite him, but the sharp bones
The blade lifted from beneath the flesh and stabbed Lorenzo again.
The two of them were fighting on the ground, and Sabo's bone blade slashed for the last time, piercing Lorenzo's thigh and nailing him to the ground.
Without any fighting emotions, he continued to move forward. Looking at the stubborn figure, Lorenzo suddenly felt a very sad emotion. He was so persistent. It was clear that death was knocking on the door, but he still had no hope for life.
Go down with hope. Maybe Lorenzo understood him at this moment.
All Sabo has is life, and life is something that will never betray him. This is enough, enough.
The forward figure kept moving forward, and the painful fire burned in his body. Only then did Lorenzo discover the steel protruding from his flesh and blood. It was his staff and sword. In the chaotic collision in the underground river, Lorenzo
Renzo accidentally sent the sword blade into his abdomen, and then pierced his heart.
Sabo was about to die, the burning fire had already burned out his internal organs.
He stopped until finally. He tried his best but still couldn't climb out of the dark tunnel.
"Am I going to die?"
Looking at Lorenzo walking slowly, he was holding the bone blade that penetrated him, looking extremely embarrassed.
Lorenzo nodded, his dark clothes were in tatters, and his expression was peaceful and sad, like a friend attending a funeral.
"Mr. Holmes, life is a gamble. You try to win everything in life with the only chips you have. I think I have done it, but it's just a little bit short, just a little bit short..."
Saying that with red tears on his abominable face, he finally came to Yin Erweg, to the old Dunling. He had wealth and power, and even finally got rid of the shackles of the deformed body, he had
Everything, but now he is dying.
"Will you pray for me?"
He asked in a weak voice, looking at the former priest, he begged, but after a long time Lorenzo said slowly.
"That's not necessary, Sabo. If you don't believe in God, what's the use of praying?"
Lorenzo crossed Sabo and walked towards the place shrouded in light without looking back.
"When you die, you die. There is no heaven or hell, just eternal tranquility."
Sabor was stunned for a long time, and then he seemed to be relieved.
"Really... I'm really unwilling..."
The blazing white fireworks completely engulfed the demon's body, burning out the internal organs and then the brain. The black bones were crumbling in the ashes, and then fell into the surging river water and completely sank under the Thames River.
The charred head flowed past Lorenzo underwater. Although it was only glanced at, it was hard to imagine that that ferocious face could have such a peaceful expression.
The desperadoes finally stopped, enjoying the peace that had already arrived.