The roaring in my ears gradually faded away, and the surrounding area became quiet, leaving only the rushing sound of the stream flowing by.
This sounds like a good scene, but what overflows in the air is not the freshness of the woods, but the disgusting smell of blood and rancidity. Just by this disgusting smell, people can feel it
The mountain of corpses and sea of blood, countless severed limbs and broken bones were kneaded together by huge forces, shaping them into horrific postures in nightmares.
Lorenzo took a deep breath. The strange smell did not disturb him too much, but instead made him enter the state faster.
Behind him, the auger came to a standstill. It burned out all the fuel and drilled a huge blood hole between the layers of flesh, allowing Lorenzo to move forward.
Looking up, you can see the twisted flesh and blood right above. They were torn apart by huge force, and the flesh and blood in the sections were still slowly squirming. When viewed overlapping, it looked like the intestines were surging.
"How disgusting."
Lorenzo complained.
This place is like a high-rise building made of flesh and blood. Lorenzo has just fought his way down from the top floor. The smashed ceiling is trying to heal slowly. A large amount of blood overflows, just like a leak after a heavy rain.
The rivers flow down and gather together to form a scarlet stream.
The flame bearer followed Lorenzo, like a demon emerging from the dark night, covered with jagged iron feathers that looked like a thousand swords pieced together.
"He was really stubborn at certain times," Lorenzo said leisurely, wiping the blood on his body, taking out a cigarette from his arms, lighting it, and holding it in his mouth. "When I killed him last time, he
It was caused by not accepting modern industry, and the result is still like this."
"Is this traditional and conservative? Or are you saying you don't want to be overwhelmed by me?"
Lorenzo babbled, then turned back and looked at the auger drill that had stopped running.
The steam engine made a trembling sound, like the last breath of a dying man.
Lorenzo didn't know whether it was a miscalculation or the enemy was too powerful. While the auger drill broke through the flesh and blood, the flesh and blood were constantly regenerating and blocking it. This consumed more fuel than expected. As a result, the auger drilled here.
The drilling rig consumed all the fuel.
Come to think of it, in the original plan, it would break through the solid rock instead of these damn flesh and blood. Merlin never would have guessed that the Saint-Naro Cathedral would become like this.
In fact, even Lorenzo himself couldn't think of it.
Swinging out the nail sword, the ground beneath his feet was cut open. The solid surface cracked, but there were fine blood streaks in the section, as well as slowly flowing blood.
"After all, I have spent so many years here. Seeing him like this makes me feel really strange."
Lorenzo sighed.
The Cathedral of San Naro, Lorenzo, as a demon hunter, occupies an extraordinary place in his memory, just like the Temple of Stasis below, this city is Lorenzo's starting point, and now
It is also his end.
"It's all like reincarnation..."
Lorenzo whispered.
The building shook violently, faint thunder came from above, and the ceiling began to dent, as if some monster was trying to break through the defense line. Scarlet vines were spread between the broken stones, and they were tightly connected.
The bricks and stones were put up to resist the uninvited guest, but as the thunder gradually started, a flash of light passed by, and the ceiling collapsed completely.
Like a broken jug, a large amount of blood spurted out, gathering broken flesh and broken bones, and a vast ocean covered Lorenzo's feet.
In the center of this bloody painting, another figure stained red by blood slowly stood up, swung the nail sword, and easily shook off the blood adhering to it.
You can feel that his slightly contemptuous gaze swept over them, and then several more figures followed them. Under the constant fighting and fighting, these seemed to be the last of the Lawrences.
There was a smile on Lorenzo's face, stained with some blood, which made his smile look less unbeatable and more vicious.
Lawrence still rejected Lorenzo's kindness. He was still arrogant and used his own strength to tear up the obstacles and dive down here.
"Master, sometimes you have to admit your failures and learn something new."
Lorenzo laughed and said that he relied on Ascalon and Lacquer Antimony to successfully attack and kill Lawrence.
Lawrence still maintained his disdain for this. He was like a stubborn and conservative swordsman who believed in nothing but himself and the sword in his hand.
"You are still talking nonsense like this, Lorenzo. I thought you would be more mature."
Lawrence and Lorenzo kept a safe distance and moved forward.
Seeing this, Lorenzo also started to move. The two of them were like tigers meeting each other on a narrow road. They obviously had the same purpose, but they still couldn't help but be wary of each other.
"Doesn't this just make me look younger? I don't want to become an old monster like you."
Lorenzo responded, turning sideways, hiding one hand in the shadow behind his back, gripping the nailed sword in his sword bag, ready to go.
Lawrence was too lazy to continue arguing with Lorenzo. The two of them had never dealt with each other, and they would fight to the death when they met. It was a miracle that they could still maintain harmony up to now.
Sometimes you are obsessed with one thing for too long, and over time, you will forget your original intention. Lorenzo gradually realized this, so he restrained his inner thoughts of picking up a sword and killing.
The Flame Bearer followed the two of them silently. It was huge, but it still had enough space to move around in this empty hall.
Vaguely, Watson could feel eyes sweeping over the body of the flame bearer, it was Lawrence.
If you look carefully, this is also a quite interesting scene. On one side is Lorenzo holding the sword and the ghost living in the steel. On the other side is Lawrence, many Lawrences, and groups of Lawrences.
"Ahead is the gate of heaven. Has it given up resistance? There is actually no obstruction."
Lorenzo said softly, the surrounding areas were dilapidated and collapsed, but the appearance of the past could still be seen.
Memories began to overlap, and the glorious past was covered in this gloom. Long-lasting memories came to his mind. Lorenzo saw that scene in the past, where groups of monsters struggled and crawled out of the gate of heaven, but they did not
He was able to touch the world, but he was defeated by the Metazords who came.
This is not Lorenzo's memory, this is his memory, hidden in the dark corners of his soul.
"You know? I've thought about a lot of things since Nalo."
Lorenzo's voice rang out in the silent corridor.
He took out a cigarette, rummaged through the things he carried, and took out a bottle of wine, which was a gift from Hercule.
"I'm wondering if you are my enemy? Dean."
Lorenzo said with a complicated expression.
"You are a devil. This is an unquestionable fact, but why am I not another devil?"
The Gate of Heaven was in the shadow in the distance, Lorenzo could barely make out its vague outline, but such a short distance seemed extremely long.
"You have killed so many people and committed so many crimes for your ideal doomsday war..."
"Are you trying to accuse me? But we are the same, Lorenzo."
Lawrence made a hoarse laugh, "No matter how you defend yourself, in fact what you did was the same as mine, it's just that your stance is different."
"Yes, so I was thinking that I have endless hatred for you in my heart, but all this hatred cannot be justified... After all, we are all demons. One demon will spurn another demon under the banner of righteousness.
, this is too hypocritical.”
"Then you are struggling with why you should kill me, right?"
"Probably, but I also feel that there is no absolute justice, no absolute evil, just madmen with different standpoints..."
Lorenzo said softly.
"Someone has to have blood on their hands, so why can't that person be me?"
Along with the words, Lorenzo looked at Lawrence and said firmly.
"Why can't it be you?"
In the silent world, on the edge of hell, two demons discussed justice and evil, but they both knew that the world was dark and this was a fruitless discussion.
"Thinking about it, I am really unlucky. First I met Lorenzo Medici, and then you, you crazy people, made my life a mess. If it weren't for you damn guys, I would definitely
You will live a completely different life.”
"Do you long for that ordinary life?"
"maybe."
Lorenzo thought of his previous conversation with Zuo Zhen, the ordinary life that haunted him.
"But I also thought, if I had lived that kind of life, would the person standing here now be another savior?" Lorenzo looked at Lawrence and burst into laughter, "Maybe it's some desire for control.
Well, I feel uneasy when I think of leaving such a big responsibility as saving the world to others, so I still have to do it myself."
"Then what do you think?"
Lawrence was a little curious.
"Lorenzo, in fact, in my script, there should not have been any survivors on the Night of Holy Advent, but you survived so suddenly, adding uncontrollable variables to the stable progress of the story.
Everything is just as I thought, you made the story a mess and even stepped onto this final stage."
Lawrence's words were full of approval.
"I always feel that I am the protagonist, this stage is prepared for me, and I am the only one who deserves the spotlight."
This was expected, but in the end, Lorenzo appeared, who not only stole Lawrence's limelight, but also prepared to steal his identity as the protagonist.
The atmosphere calmed down, but after a few seconds of calm, Lorenzo's expression began to change. He looked at Lawrence as if he was suppressing a smile, until he couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing.
"Do you need to think about this?"
Lorenzo laughed with joy and teasing, like a performing clown, mocking Lawrence.
"Lawrence, you are an ascended monster. If the demon is eradicated, you will also be on the death list."
Lorenzo showed his nail sword, with blazing white fireworks rolling in his pupils.
"We are demon hunters, you don't understand this kind of thing, do you?"
Lawrence paused, and the atmosphere of serious discussion was gone. He was played by Lorenzo, but he was not angered by Lorenzo. Both of them were cunning foxes. No one knew how true the conversation just now was.
It's a bit false, does Lorenzo really long for an ordinary life, or is he willing to stain his hands with blood?
This is an answer that no one knows, hidden deep in the heart.
"So we want to decide the outcome here?"
Lawrence drew out his nailed sword, and the same blazing whiteness rolled under the steel mask.
He is fierce, Lawrence will never refuse to fight, he is strong, absolutely strong, the old world will end in his hands, and he will also reach the end of the prophecy.
The tense atmosphere was completely shattered as Lorenzo chuckled.
"Compared with the hatred between you and me, how about killing that guy first?"
Lorenzo raised his nailed sword, and a blazing white light also rose in the shadow of the Gate of Heaven.
The remaining soul-returning corpses climbed out of the gate of heaven. They were different from the previous soul-returning corpses. Their scarlet tentacles connected them to the building, just like fetuses gestating in the womb.
Raising the bottle and drinking up the wonderfully flavored alcohol, Lorenzo was too lazy to taste the complexity and allowed the alcohol to relax him.
"But I would like to suggest one thing, Lawrence."
Lorenzo said quietly.
"Die here, die in your prophecy."
Lawrence did not respond immediately, but thought about it in his hazy mind. Countless memories distorted his life, like a weird building that was put together at random, but in the deepest part of this building, there was something hidden.
That unforgettable painting.
That scarlet sea, the swarming demons, the glorious death.
The prophecy ends here, he will die here, and he doesn't know what will happen next.
But...it seems like something else has been forgotten.
There seems to be something hidden behind this doomsday painting...
Lawrence was too lazy to think about it. He and Lorenzo were the same demons. In the end, they no longer needed to think about any complicated things. They just had to swing their swords and kill their enemies.
"Die here?"
Lawrence's pace quickened, and the fireworks wrapped around the nailed sword, just like the flaming sword held by the angel in the Gospels, which defended the kingdom of heaven.
This familiar hometown, the beginning of it all, was where Lawrence spent most of his life, and all the beautiful and painful memories were also presented here.
"Death here? Sounds good."
Lawrence swung his nail sword and tore the figure in front of him into pieces.
"Will I be cast aside as a heretic, or will I be buried as a saint?"
He muttered to himself, then laughed.
"Forget it, there is a crown of justice reserved for me!"
The sound of the sword roared like thunder, and the world trembled as it slashed. Many years ago, the demons crawled out of the gate of heaven. Many years later, the demons came back here again.