At this moment, the legendary myths and reality overlapped, and those ferocious and abominable things tore apart the barriers of reality and descended into the world.
Lorenzo strolled forward, and as he advanced, the scarred armor fell off one by one, revealing the burning torso underneath. He was like a balrog, and everywhere he walked was filled with light, one after another.
Fireworks boiled and danced above the footprints he left.
The cold warriors were instinctively afraid of him. No one gave any orders, but they were like stone pillars, standing motionless.
Lorenzo's appearance put an end to the battle, and he strode towards the crucified Lawrence.
"You have really changed a lot. I didn't expect that I would lose to you."
Lawrence drooped his head. He had thought that he would lose, but he didn't expect that he would lose so embarrassingly. Under Lorenzo's crazy offensive, he had no room to fight back.
"You haven't lost yet, Lawrence. You and I both know where the real decisive battle is."
Lorenzo was not happy because Lawrence surrendered. He, like himself, had the power of Gabriel. Lorenzo only defeated Lawrence's body, and only by crushing his will could he truly kill him.
"It's been a long time since I've been so happy. From this point of view, my nature is still that of a cowardly mortal, so eager for blood and pain."
Lawrence tried to raise his hand, but his arm was tightly restrained by the nailed sword, and moving would only cause a burst of severe pain.
He was going to die. This body was in pieces at the moment. The flesh and blood could be seen struggling hard, and blood-red silk threads were patching the torso, but it was obvious that its efficiency was much weaker than before.
The holy silver suppressed the healing of the wound, thereby suppressing Lawrence's self-healing. He also tried to raise the secret blood and strengthen his self-healing ability through critical breakthroughs, but the successive heavy injuries almost caused him to lose all his blood, and there was no longer any blood in the wound.
Blood spilled out.
Lawrence felt that his thoughts were becoming a little heavy. It seemed that the excessive blood loss had begun to affect his brain. Soon, this body would die.
"Ah...did you do all this? How cruel."
Lawrence's eyes moved slowly. He saw the embarrassed Kestrel and Eve, the hatred-filled Hebold and Irene, the dying Miguel, the confused and painful Huao, and countless others.
The soldiers of the Qing Dynasty, and the believers who were still immersed in the fighting.
As if by fate, everyone gathered together at this moment.
"The night sky was burnt red, which reminded me of the night of Holy Advent, when the night sky in the Seven Hills was also like this."
Lawrence said with some nostalgia.
Lorenzo acted as if he had not heard his words and advanced silently, the nailed sword plated with holy silver in his hand emitting a cold light.
The weapons in the cello case had long been empty in the fierce battle just now, Lorenzo simply left it in the ruins. At this moment, the only things left on him were the nail sword and the Winchester.
"To be honest, you are really excellent. If these things didn't happen, I would definitely recommend you to become the next dean."
Lawrence knew his fate. In this state, he didn't bother to make any resistance. Instead, he talked about some things to himself.
Just like a dying person confessing himself before death.
"It's great, Lorenzo. I thought I had no one like me... It feels bad sometimes, no one understands me. I sometimes try to tell the doctor this, but he doesn't have the power.
, he can’t understand my words at all, but also, sometimes I can’t understand his nonsense.”
Lorenzo knew that he was referring to Power Gabriel, which was the [certificate] that they were [sublimated].
Power Gabriel caused a qualitative change in his will, which allowed him to restrain and control more powers, and also made them qualified to glimpse the dark corner of this world.
"Can you understand this feeling? It's like you are about to do something big, but no one shares this joy. I was troubled by this for a while, but then you came. It's great. Fortunately,
I couldn't kill you at that time, otherwise I would have missed so many wonderful things."
Lawrence let out a hoarse laugh. Under the fire and scars, the broken mask was completely adhered to his face, and the pupils exposed were bloodshot and scarlet.
"I say, Lorenzo, what is the purpose of wielding your sword so tirelessly?"
Lorenzo's pace stopped. He had every chance to kill Lawrence quickly, triggering a decisive battle within the [gap], but just like leaving time for Lawrence to talk nonsense, he walked slowly, listening to his nonsense.
He also accumulates strength.
"What did you say?"
Lorenzo didn't understand that this was a very common question, but when it came out of Lawrence's mouth, it seemed to be filled with magic, and he was interrogating his own heart.
"The reason for wielding the sword."
Lawrence said with a smile.
"We pick up the sword and kill others. We are not bound by the so-called morality and humanity, and we just kill like this. So what are we doing and doing so many things for?"
Lawrence twisted his body vigorously. His body had already become demonized at the critical breakthrough, and he was freeing himself from the shackles of the nailed sword little by little.
"I thought, this must be to change something.
In order to keep the people alive through the cold winter, they will wield their swords to plunder, for the sake of the peace of the land, they will declare war and wield their swords, and for their own hatred, they will kill and chase."
Lawrence broke free from the blockade of the nailed sword, but at the same time as he broke free, the sharp blade also completely cut his body into pieces, and he slumped powerlessly under the stone pillar.
"What about you? Are you just trying to get revenge on me? This reason is too boring."
Lorenzo looked at him expressionlessly, his voice cold.
"Eradicate the demon."
Eradicate the demons.
The few short words made Lawrence startled. He seemed to have not heard such words for a long time and felt a little nostalgic, but then he burst out laughing at such ridiculous remarks.
"For the so-called golden age? He always mentioned this to me a long time ago. For this purpose, he also supported me to become a cardinal."
For a moment, I felt like I was back many years ago, but unfortunately all the familiar people in my memory were almost dead.
"Remember our conversation on the train? Lorenzo."
Lawrence's voice weakened, the body was dying.
"At that time, I laughed at your ideal of eradicating demons, but you said that this thing is called an ideal just because it is out of reach.
To be honest, when I heard this, I was a little reluctant to kill you. After all, a person like you is quite good, not to mention that I later discovered that you are actually the same type as me."
He slowly raised his hand and grabbed a nailed sword inserted into the stone pillar. Lawrence used all his strength to pull it out reluctantly.
"Poetry, ideals and distance, this thing sounds so hypocritical. In fact, I have had the same idea as you before, but as you said, this thing is too far away. Sometimes people have to be more realistic."
Lawrence stood up unsteadily, leaning on his nailed sword, with pieces of flesh and blood falling off his body, like a dead man crawling out of a grave.
"Are you begging me for mercy?"
Listening to Lawrence's words, Lorenzo did not waver at all.
"How could it be? It's just a rare opportunity to have such a peaceful conversation with you. Otherwise, we would start fighting as soon as we meet and we wouldn't be able to talk at all."
"But...if those things hadn't happened, I might really have stayed with you, Lorenzo."
Lawrence's tone suddenly changed, full of joy and then helpless.
"I will try my best to convince you to join me, or to join you, but unfortunately, I am a guy who has a hard time trusting other people. The only thing I can trust is myself...and the sword in my hand."
The stagnant steps started moving again, and Lorenzo walked towards Lawrence. He couldn't understand Lawrence's nonsense, and Lorenzo didn't want to hear it anymore. He wanted to end it all.
"If those things hadn't happened, if I hadn't seen those things..."
Lawrence looked at the murderous Lorenzo and smiled hard.
"Maybe it's not bad to die in your hands like this."
A sharp silver light suddenly appeared and struck Lawrence's neck.
"But... it still doesn't work, Lorenzo Holmes."
Lawrence whispered.
He clearly looked like a dying person, but at this moment, the remaining secret blood in his body burned, and endless fire gushes out from Lawrence's wounds. In the blink of an eye, he was like a punished sinner.
Devoured by raging fire.
"If there weren't these damn twists and turns, it would be nice to be killed by you like this, but it still doesn't work! I can't die yet!"
The blocking nail sword was easily shattered by Lorenzo, but just when the sharp blade of death was about to cut off Lawrence's body, a withered palm came out from the burning fire and grabbed Lorenzo's hand.
face.
"Lorenzo Holmes, come and see why I swing my sword."
The eyes burning with anger and Lorenzo looked at each other, and in an instant the erosion was like a flood that broke a bank, dragging everyone into a depressing and terrifying hell.
Power Gabriel.
The world in his eyes began to collapse. Everyone was like a solidified mural, with countless cracks running through their appearance. A warm glow lit up in the broken cracks, and then completely tore apart all the obstacles.
As if his thoughts were torn apart and then recast, Lorenzo gasped for breath and wanted to do something, but found that he was no longer in the theater square.
Lorenzo slowly raised his head, his figure stiffened.
This is an extremely vast wilderness with almost no end in sight. Swaying fireworks are burning in this wilderness, ignited hay is blowing in the wind, countless corpses are scattered around, and blood and weeds are mixed together.
Lorenzo has been here, this is Lawrence's [gap].
At the far end of the field of vision was the setting sun, hidden behind thick clouds, smearing the entire sky into blood.
Just like he had seen before, Lorenzo looked under the setting sun and saw Lawrence who looked like he was carrying the scorching sun on his back.
"Many years ago, Lorenzo Medici mentioned to me his vision of the Golden Age. He wanted to witness that great era, and for this he gave everything."
Lawrence was not in a hurry to attack. He looked at the burning wilderness and said calmly.
"Lorenzo, what do you think is the most fearful thing in this world? What is the most difficult to guess? Is it death? Or a monster? Or something else?"
Lawrence turned around. He was facing the light, and his shadow was stretched extremely thin, covering Lorenzo.
Lorenzo did not respond. He had almost no experience in [gap] combat. Facing Lawrence here, Lorenzo was full of vigilance.
Demon, death, silencer...
For a moment, many answers flashed through Lorenzo's mind, but he only heard Lawrence speak slowly.
"It's actually the human heart, Lorenzo."
Lawrence smiled at him and walked towards Lorenzo.
"Do you know the nature of [the gap]?"
"Know."
Lorenzo replied that he was relatively clear about the formation of the [gap], but after answering this question, Lorenzo realized the implication of Lawrence's words.
This is Lawrence's [gap], this is a place that Lawrence will never forget, so what happened in this burning wilderness at a certain moment in the past is worthy of Lawrence's eternal memory.
"This...this is..."
After realizing this, Lorenzo came back to his senses and looked at the wilderness carefully.
This is a battlefield, with corpses and fireworks everywhere, and countless weapons stuck on the ground. Lorenzo has come here before, but it was to fight Lawrence, and he had no extra energy to observe his surroundings.
everything of.
But it's different now. Lawrence is not eager to fight with him. After realizing that he has the power Gabriel, his attitude towards himself has undergone some subtle changes, and now Lorenzo can clearly feel that,
Lawrence is guiding himself.
Lawrence wanted to see something.
"The reason for wielding the sword..."
Lorenzo repeated what Lawrence had said before.
Suddenly, Lorenzo realized something. He had never known Lawrence's purpose, whether it was to usurp the Book of Revelation, or to corrupt the crowd and establish a choir... From the beginning to the end, he had never truly understood the enemy in front of him.
He obviously wanted to kill Lawrence so much, but in fact, all Lorenzo knew about Lawrence was nothingness, and he could not even glimpse his true face under the mask.
As he walked in the burning wilderness, Lorenzo's eyes wandered randomly, and then his wandering eyes froze.
It's a nail sword. The weapons that fill this wilderness are nail swords. One after another, the nail swords are mottled and full of gaps.
Lorenzo quickly looked at the scattered corpses. As expected, they were witchers, dead witchers one after another. He ran quickly, and more corpses came into view. Without exception, all of them were dead.
It's the witchers.
The loess and weeds were lifted up by the strong wind, revealing the rotting corpses underneath, as if the entire wilderness was made up of countless corpses of demon hunters.
"Human heart, human desires, human malice, human despicability and filth."
Lawrence's voice rang in my ears like a ghost.
"This thing is more terrifying than the devil, Lorenzo Holmes."