He was clearly in a lonely and ruined temple underground, but as his heartbeat gradually began to beat, Lorenzo felt as if he was on a battlefield. The sound of war drums brought thousands of troops and horses, as well as the overwhelming rage of absolute violence.
The murderous intention is awe-inspiring.
Although he has not yet seen the enemy lurking in the Temple of Stasis, Lorenzo can already feel the blazing malice emanating from the other party.
"It seems that the other party has been waiting for a long time."
Lorenzo whispered, and the hand holding the sword relaxed and tightened, so that his palm was close to the hilt of the sword, leaving no space.
None of them acted rashly until the flame bearer took a step forward and took the lead.
【I will be the vanguard.】
In this series of battles, Lawrence's body has been reduced to very few, and each of these bodies is an extremely effective combat power, and will produce strange effects when necessary.
Now each one of them is very precious, so Watson decided to control the Flame Bearer to walk at the forefront.
This steel body is also a very good body, but unfortunately, unlike the monster of Secret Blood, its abilities are limited after all, not to mention that it is still full of scars.
The steam engine operates slowly and lowly, like fireworks swaying in the wind. The armor is covered with cracks and scratches, and the bound flesh and blood is also wriggling with its last effort.
Watson didn't think that the Flame Bearer could be of any effective help to the final battle. It would be better to make a final contribution before it was completely destroyed, trial and error for a few people, and avoid potential dangers.
The team is advancing vigilantly. If measured in terms of individual soldier capabilities, this team may be the most powerful single soldier team in the world. Given enough time, they can even easily behead all the enemy leaders.
, from the perspective of the Demon Hunter Order, they can be regarded as the most powerful existences in the history of Demon Hunters.
But it is the elite among this group of elites who are extremely vigilant in this scarlet lair.
No one dares to use the power of [Gap] easily. Under their feet, under the isolation of soil and holy silver, there is the largest [Gap] in the world, and it is the source of all this power.
No one has ever fought against such a monster, so there is no experience to learn from it. Lorenzo can only act cautiously to avoid making any possible mistakes.
"I think it has already known about our arrival, so what is it waiting for?"
Lorenzo asked softly, and the flame bearer walked at the front, like a huge iron shield, which made people feel surprisingly safe in this terrible environment.
"I don't know, maybe they are waiting for us to step into a trap."
Lawrence responded, "The Unspeakable is itself disorder and chaos. It has no strategy at all, only pure power. However, under its control, those beings who are dominated have a certain degree of mind.
, all we encounter are those who are dominated.”
"The real thing is still sleeping."
Lawrence came to this conclusion, and Lorenzo agreed.
The Unspeakable is not so much a great existence, but rather an indescribable, evil source of power. Power itself has no thought, and its only and only purpose is to continue to
Strengthen yourself and draw more people into sublimation.
Polluted guys like Roger were captured by the power of the Unspeakable, and their actions were based on the premise of "expansion" and based on their own consciousness.
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People being dragged into madness.
What's more important is that the Unspeakable must be in deep sleep, and everything it encounters right now is just its babble, every bit of its power leaking from the well of sublimation.
If the Unspeakable really revives, Lorenzo can be sure that the moment a few people step into the Temple of Stasis, they will be pulled into sublimation and step into complete madness.
Facing the awakening of the Unspeakable, this world has no chance of winning. Even the keepers of the old world, their initial thought was just to completely [exile] the Unspeakable so that its connection with human beings could be completely eliminated.
Interrupt, so that humans are no longer infected by the unspeakable, rather than completely killing it.
"Then let this guy sleep more soundly and never wake up again."
Lorenzo whispered to Watson.
"It's time, Watson, to give it to me."
Lawrence's eyes swept over Lorenzo, and it was obvious that he didn't know what Lorenzo was talking about, but Watson understood that it was "The Final Echo".
The highest crystallization of mankind in the old world, the only lethal weapon that is effective against the Unspeakable, and the only bargaining chip that mankind has in this gamble.
According to the memories of the secret keeper, the old humans poured all their [Final Echo] into the Unspeakable One, successfully sealed it in the holy silver barrier at their feet, and put it into sleep, but unfortunately, it was also
Just sleep.
But things are different now. Lorenzo has obtained the final [Final Echo] from the end of the world. If he adds this final blow, he may be able to completely [Exile] the Unspeakable.
This can be seen when hunting Roger. The power of this antimemetic can be superimposed and increased. With the assistance of Edlen, Lorenzo completely defeated Roger with the final blow, so now it will be him.
, to make up for the last sword of the old humanity before the endless years.
[Do you know how to ‘launch’ it?]
Watson asked.
When the Keeper of Secrets delivered this weapon, he specifically mentioned its flaws, and Lorenzo already had an idea of it.
"I had a long chat with Shao Liangye about this aspect before. I think it may lack a carrier, a carrier that can carry it and hit the soul directly."
Lorenzo did not continue to speak to clarify what this mysterious carrier was. Watson remained silent. It seemed that the two of them had reached a strange consensus, or... a lie.
There are some things that Lorenzo has been forcing himself not to think about. Faced with that problem, he racked his brains and couldn't come up with an answer, so he could only escape until there was no way to escape.
"Watson?"
Lorenzo urged, the enemy didn't know when he would appear, the sooner he delivered [Final Echo], the better.
But Watson did not respond to Lorenzo's call and remained silent. At the same time, the flame bearer in front also stopped.
Lorenzo looked at it intently, with a little fear rising in his eyes.
Between the scarlet threads, a handful of slender and sharp spikes slipped out silently and easily penetrated the flame bearer's torso, protruding from the back, followed by more intensive, sharp whistling sounds, those sharp spikes
The thorns were so fast that Lorenzo could hardly recognize their appearance, and they penetrated the flame bearer repeatedly.
The Flame Bearer tried to fight back. To be precise, it started to fight back as soon as it encountered the attack, but its speed was undoubtedly much slower than these spikes.
The sonorous and powerful impact sound continued, and Lawrence also drew out his nail sword at this time and jumped high into the air.
The nailed sword swung up, rolling up a blazing white tornado, swallowing up the sharp thorns in front of him and the flame bearer.
This lunatic never thought about showing mercy. The extreme high temperature burned the flame bearer's armor red, and the demon flesh and blood attached to it also died quickly, but what collapsed with it were those sharp spikes that struck at high speed.
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Under the burning fire, their speed began to slow down, and then they could clearly see that they were sharp and slender bone spurs. The hard bone was evaporated into gray-black debris, along with the scarlet surrounding them.
The threads are burned clean together.
The drumming became intense.
The dense drumbeats kept bursting out, and the sound was so close, as if Lorenzo was only one step away.
The trembling reverberation was mixed with the "click" sound of solid cracking, as if this ancient underground palace would tremble and collapse under the dense drumbeats.
What followed was the rolled up scarlet thread, as well as the bone spurs that broke through the ground and stabbed Lorenzo one after another.
The drum beats exploded next to my ears, and my chest felt like it was being hit with a heavy hammer, causing severe pain and blood to surge.
In the trance of severe pain, Lorenzo heard a roar like a beast. The sound was sharp and short, just like the friction between steel. He could hear the lingering sound of sparks flying, full of the power to destroy everything.
The roar continued, and every time it sounded, it would set off transparent ripples in the air, and the fireworks and scarlet threads would also dance, and then fall apart under the shock of it.
Lorenzo was shocked and retreated repeatedly. In panic, he could only suppress the blood and fear rolling in his chest, and struggled to wave the nail sword to block the incoming bone spurs.
But under the influence of the sound and the rapid speed of the bone spurs, Lorenzo's defense was full of loopholes. The bone spurs scratched his body and penetrated his arms until one pierced his waist and abdomen, and then Lorenzo was seriously injured.
It was thrown out and hit the stone pillar in the distance hard.
Falling to the ground, Lorenzo vomited up bright red vomit. Looking from a distance, he could clearly see the true appearance of those bone spurs.
Those were not bone spurs protruding from the ground, but slender and sharp tentacles one after another. The slender end was like a sword held high by a swordsman. The blade swayed slightly, like a python searching in a dense forest.
Catching prey, their ends extended into the deepest part of the scarlet lair, where intensive drumbeats and sharp roars were heard.
Before Lorenzo could get up, another loud noise sounded, but it was not in front of him, but behind him. Lorenzo looked there and saw that the road where the few people had just come down was blocked by a stone wall rising from the ground.
The only exit from the stagnant temple is now tightly sealed and turned into a prison.
"So...are we walking into a trap?"
Lorenzo complained, the current situation looked really bad, they had suffered such a fierce attack before they saw the true face of the enemy.
The flame bearer has not yet fallen. Thanks to its steel body, it can withstand more slashes, but only barely. Huge cracks appear on the body one after another, and the armor is shattered and turned into metal.
The fragments were scattered all over the place.
It was like a giant eaten by maggots, almost falling.
Lawrence disappeared, but Lorenzo could faintly hear footsteps echoing in the darkness.
He was a cunning fox. The fireworks rolled up and swept away the battlefield. He also used the protection of the bright light to hide in the shadows. He did not do anything to Lorenzo and the flame bearer who were attacked.
It means a helping hand.
Lorenzo knew what he was thinking. In Lawrence's view, he and the Flame Bearer were just tools of trial and error. This cunning fox would hide in the shadows and watch him fight with the enemy. Every drop of blood he shed
, will all become Lawrence’s experience in fighting against his enemies.
Although the purpose was the same, Lorenzo really didn't like this feeling of being taken advantage of.
Holding both swords, Lorenzo took a deep breath. Watson did not respond to his call, and Lawrence also hid in the shadows. It seemed that he could only get through this hellish situation on his own.
Thinking of this, the flame bearer in front waved his arms, and thousands of sword-like iron feathers covered his torso, sheltering him under this hard shield. This time the defense was very effective, and the bone spurs struck hard, but
It only caused a splash of fire, and was then bounced away by the bent iron feather.
Lorenzo was about to go to the rescue, and at the same time an old voice sounded.
"Don't move, don't touch the thread!"
Lawrence's reminder sounded in the darkness. Lorenzo didn't know his location, but he immediately understood what he meant.
The scarlet threads all over the Temple of Stasis are the enemy's "tentacles". They are like spiders, entrenched in the core of the spider web, feeling the fluctuations from the threads, and hunting down those who fall into the trap.
Lorenzo's figure stiffened, but fortunately he had enough control over his body to pull back the foot that was about to fall, avoiding the scarlet thread.
But at this moment, Lorenzo felt the billowing heat wave coming from behind him, as if something was breathing behind him. Its chest was like hot lava, and every time it breathed out, there was a red light.
Suddenly Lorenzo realized something. He didn't know when, the sharp roar and the drum-like heartbeat disappeared, leaving only the high temperature coming from behind. The temperature became hotter and hotter, baking Lorenzo.
My skin felt stinging.
Strong light erupted from behind Lorenzo, stretching his shadow into an elongated shape.
His gray-blue eyes froze, and then he was engulfed by the blazing white fireworks. In an instant, Lorenzo picked up the nail sword, turned around and slashed. He didn't know what he wanted to slash, but he just used all his strength.
Power, this sword is enough to split mountains and crack the earth.
But the opponent's sword is faster than his.
The nail sword seemed to have cut empty. Lorenzo could not feel any resistance from the hilt. Then he saw a slender silver-white nail sword inserted into his chest. Looking along the sharp blade, he saw
When he reached the pale palm holding the sword blade, a cold iron surface was exposed in the strong light.
Lawrence?
This guy betrayed himself after all.
The old and powerful roar shattered Lorenzo's thoughts. For a moment, the darkness swallowed up the bright light. An equally sharp nail sword penetrated the iron surface in front of him. It penetrated into the skull and protruded from the lower jaw.
"Seni Lothair! So you are the last enemy!"
Lawrence stepped on the new pope's body, thrust out another nail sword, penetrated his heart from the back, and then stabbed it out from the chest.
Hearing Lawrence's words, Lorenzo also realized at this moment that there was a crown of thorns on this cold iron surface.
The new pope did not respond, but just let out a deep, evil and seductive laugh. It seemed that through this laughter, you could see the abyss swallowing all light rolling in front of your eyes.