They are enemies like a sea, with fangs and claws, coming from the deepest depths of darkness with an unknown presence.
Ed stood on the high ground like a god who had descended from the world, the pure flames in his body burning brightly.
The inscriptions of alchemy are named after the angels in the Gospels. Different inscriptions have different effects when combined with the secret blood. Combining the power of the secret blood and alchemy, alchemists call it power.
For example, what Ed possesses is the power brought by Michael's inscription, the ultimate igniting of everything, the blazing angel.
With the burning of Ed, the whole world became restless, and demons poured out from the stiff flesh and blood. They were hoarse, hungry for blood and flesh, like a rising tide hitting Lorenzo, and what was beyond?
The glory of the place.
Those should be the residents of Ende Town. They were sleeping in that damn dream, and now they have been completely corrupted into monsters.
They seemed to be Ed's soldiers, passing by the blazing light and roaring forward.
"It's so sad..."
Lorenzo watched all this quietly. He was not afraid of the endless demons, nor was he afraid of Ed's power at the moment. He just felt very sad.
Neither the demon's resurgence nor Ed's hatred was enough to move Lorenzo.
Just that sad rebellion.
Demon hunters and monsters have always been at a life-and-death battle, and now Ed is standing with them without even being attacked. Lorenzo doesn't know what technology can do this, but what is certain is that the monsters are back.
The sacrifices made that night seem to have lost their meaning at this moment.
He felt sad and angry about it.
"I... am not a traitor. From the beginning to the end, the relationship between me and the demon has been a fight to the death!"
Lorenzo responded angrily, and blazing fireworks exploded.
He held the flaming sword and struck forward. The blazing white shadow opened a gap in the dark tide, and the dark ashes flew up in the wind like snowflakes.
The sharp sword blade penetrated the tide of demons, and his field of vision was completely occupied by these twisted figures. Lorenzo slashed selflessly while striding forward.
He's going to kill Ed.
The witcher has touched Lorenzo's inviolable line, and anyone who crosses it will die.
But the next second pure white light came, like a falling meteorite.
Ed's burning sword came with high temperature, pure pure flames and holy silver boiling, and deadly fire surged.
"You who work with them are the traitors!"
Winchester roared, and the projectiles hit Ed at close range, but then they melted into molten iron and poured out.
That is the power from Michael, the most extreme high temperature, like the walking blazing sun.
Under the dazzling light, Lorenzo's vision even began to blur, but he still waved the sword tenaciously, and the secret blood was gradually awakening. He could do it.
But then the hot hands grabbed Lorenzo's throat, and the violent heat instantly suffocated him.
"No, you have no idea what I've been through."
The burning demon whispered, and he ignored the sword strike.
"Everyone is celebrating the end of the demon era, but because on the night of Advent, the Pope signed the Secret Order No. 13... Can you understand how I feel? We thought we were heroes and returned to the Seven Hills with great expectations.
But what awaits us is not the Pope’s reward but the siege of the Knights Templar!”
Lorenzo was baptized by the endless fire. He whimpered in pain and tried to lift the sword to stab Ed. However, under the extreme temperature, the nailed sword burned red and then shattered like molten ice stone.
"It was really a nightmare. Everyone died. Everyone was trapped in the Seven Hills. They sprinkled fire oil and barrages on the city walls."
Looking at Lorenzo with scarlet eyes, he whispered in his ear.
"Do you know how Michael died?"
The sound was like a hammer blow, shaking Lorenzo's mind.
Of course he knew who Michael was. The most powerful demon hunter in the Demon Hunting Order would be honored to inherit the name of the angel. It was their code name and their honor.
"He burned the secret blood, and his awakening level exceeded the critical value. It was the day that fell on the earth. I relied on him to escape from the Seven Hills, but he died in the original place due to the melting of the silver bolt.
The ground, every inch of bone is covered in molten metal, like a sculpture."
The wrist was slightly exerted, and the flesh and blood made a sound of being burned. This was a slow execution, venting Ed's hatred.
"We used to be hunters, but now we have become prey. They burned every captured witcher to death. Only I escaped! Everyone died inexplicably! It was a meaningless death.
!”
With his anger, the sharp nail sword burst out again. Lorenzo held the broken sword and broke free at the last moment. His body was burning with white smoke and he coughed in pain. He was almost killed by Ed.
Burnt.
He retreated forcefully while slashing at the ethereal fireworks with his nailed sword, causing surging light.
More monsters pounced on it, hitting them hard one after another. Lorenzo was unable to fight back for a while, so he thrust the broken sword into its head and stabbed it down the large mouthpart with his backhand.
Looking at the embarrassed Lorenzo, Ed came slowly. As he advanced, the burning continued, and the demon would turn to ashes in an instant just by getting close to him.
"I will make you feel their pain and completely purify you with the sacred pure flame."
The Knights Templar do not have secret blood, but their numbers are as numerous as ant colonies. Many demon hunters died of exhaustion and were then thrown into burning bonfires, where their secret blood and bodies were burned together.
"Or... tell me what happened, and I might be able to make your death easier."
In the fireworks that could not be seen directly, Lorenzo actually noticed a hint of pleading, and he smiled.
Ed has been like this from beginning to end, everything he has done is to pursue an answer, the answer to the Holy Night.
Why did they become the enemies of the church despite their glory, why did their friends die inexplicably, and why was the demon hunter in front of them unwilling to tell the truth.
Like a persistent child, all he longs for is that answer, an answer that can make him stop.
As long as there is an answer, all this will be over, but Lorenzo knows very well that he cannot say it, just like the strange contamination of the monster, that thing can only live in his own memories. Once he tells it, his memories will disappear.
It is no longer its only cage.
It will live in Ed's memory and then spread like a virus.
This is a dead knot that can only end if one party dies.
So under the roar of hatred, everything fell into a blur.
Lorenzo felt very warm, not like a melting pot, but a restful gentleness, like being immersed in warm water. It reminded him of his bathroom, but the next second he became alert. It was a nightmare.
This strange dream still affects him, and his will is unknowingly eroded during the battle with Ed.
The burning battlefield disappeared, and the surging demons also disappeared. Lorenzo shuddered, and then fell off the chair.
When I raised my head, it was a clear night sky. The stars were clearly visible, emitting colorful light. I stood alone on the ice field with the cold wind, and there was only a damn chair beside me.
Damn it! Damn it!
After being stunned for a moment, he beat the ice angrily and wiped away the ice and snow. Lorenzo's miserable face was reflected on the dark blue ice.
How could I be eroded by dreams at this time? I must wake up as soon as possible!
Lorenzo was really panicking this time, maybe he had been killed by Ed when he was beating the ground.
wake up!
Thinking of this, Lorenzo tried to draw out his sword blade to kill himself, but when he touched a familiar place, his sword blade was not there.
what is going on?
When Lorenzo was in the Order, he had experienced special training on dreams. Demon hunters still have an advantage in dreams, because it is their own dream. As long as you have strong willpower, you are the creator in the dream. This is why
In Lorenzo's first dream, he could easily obtain the weapon. After all, he didn't just imagine it.
But now he can't do it, everything is so rigid, and he is alone in this desolate world.
"You look really embarrassed."
Suddenly a familiar voice sounded, and Lorenzo turned his head sharply. At the end of the ice field, a man walked slowly under the huge full moon.
Lorenzo was stunned for a moment, and then realized the cause of the problem.
"This is not a dream...where is this?"
The man opened his hands with a smile, as if to welcome him.