The two of them looked at the burning figure. The dark armor was withering from Lorenzo's body, the rising secret blood was gradually calming down, and the dark sword blade in his hand seemed to be an angel's sword cutting through despair.
Looking at this damned detective, Shrike had mixed feelings for a while, and finally his voice was a little whimpering.
"Fuck! Fuck! I seem to be in love with this lunatic!"
Shrike was a little incoherent, and Lan Jade on the other side also breathed a sigh of relief and sat down weakly. If she wasn't really too tired, she would have wanted to show some joy.
"I'm not interested in men, please step aside."
Lorenzo had already recovered from the emotion of Ed's death. He was cursing and returned to his previous state.
"how did you do it?"
Lan Jade looked at the large blood stain outside the door. She knew exactly how many monsters there were outside. Even if he stood still and let Lorenzo chop him, he would not be able to kill so many monsters in such a short time.
To this Lorenzo gave his answer.
"They retreated, and I only intercepted a small part... I believe you can feel it, too. The illusion of nightmare has been lifted. It should be the dream builder who died, but the question is who killed him?"
Listening to the explanation, although some words originating from the Demon Hunting Order were somewhat difficult for Shrike to understand, he also understood that the biggest difficulty of this operation had been lifted and the time for counterattack had arrived.
"The dream has been lifted. Those soldiers must have woken up... Move the shrike! Move before he is dead! The crisis is not over yet!"
As Lorenzo spoke, he kicked the shrike lying on the ground, ignoring his terrible injuries. However, it may be that Lorenzo imposed the standards of the witcher on him, and used the witcher's standards to
Judging from his physical condition, he can still fight as long as he has a breath left. He is simply terrifyingly tenacious.
"What else are you doing?"
Shrike was a little confused as to what Lorenzo was going to do. The detective was as diligent as ever before, as if he was rushing to kill someone.
"Recovering that so-called sacred coffin is more complicated than you think."
This time Lorenzo is serious. Before, he took over the work as a detective, but now what drives him to act is the identity of a witcher. As a witcher, he must do these things.
"How does this thing work?"
Lorenzo couldn't understand the things on the complicated operating table. His biggest regret in being in Old Dunling for so long was that he didn't learn anything about steam machinery. This thing is the core technology of Inerweg. He wants to learn it.
This kind of knowledge and background must be very clean. With Lorenzo's complicated background, he would probably be arrested for espionage the day after he arrived.
"It was under emergency braking and stalled for a long time. We had to restore power and then get the engine running."
The driver woke up at this moment. Although he didn't know exactly what happened, he could guess a little bit by looking at the injuries of the two high-ranking knights, Shrike and Lan Jade.
"My friend, you woke up in time, so hurry up and make this thing move!"
Lorenzo yelled as he spoke. This guy was really anxious now.
The driver nodded for a while and then operated frantically on the console.
"Then it's you next."
As he spoke, Lorenzo looked at Shrike and Blue Jade.
"What...what are you going to do?"
Shrike realized that something was not right about this detective. The blazing flames slowly extinguished, and his body was exuding the ashes of death.
"Nothing, just prepared to pay for something."
Lorenzo squatted down as he spoke, reached out and took away the communicator from Shrike's chest. The indicator light turned to bright green. After the nightmare illusion ended, the abnormal effect that had been interfering with communication also disappeared.
"Wait! Lorenzo!"
Shrike reluctantly stood up and tried to stop Lorenzo, but Lorenzo stepped on his chest and was unable to move. The damn detective adjusted the channel and then said.
"Attention everyone, wake up all the bastards nearby who are awake!"
He was aggressive and furious.
"This is Mr. Lorenzo Holmes. I am now in charge of the entire operation. Everyone is in a state of war preparation, bullets are loaded, and only one is ordered to kill all inhuman creatures within sight."
"Lorenzo, you madman, what are you doing?"
Shrike yelled, but Lorenzo didn't give him a chance at all. He pinned the communicator to his chest and spoke viciously.
"You have been dismissed Shrike."
"You lunatic, this is a force that cleans up the organization, and you are our suspect!"
Shrike was going crazy from being tortured by this detective. He was Shrike's prisoner a few hours ago, but now he was commanding the entire operational force.
"No, I am serious this time, Shrike. You have no idea what you have lost, and you even want me to tell you that you shouldn't touch this thing!"
That is something called murderous aura. This demon hunter exudes a terrifying madness. Compared with the demon, the only difference between them may be that Lorenzo looks like a human.
"So if you want to make up for your mistakes, you have to listen to me now. Do you understand?"
Shrike looked at him blankly. This was a side that the detective had never seen before, an extremely strong side. But before he could speak, Lorenzo spoke again.
"I think you'll agree, sir, that I'm the only one here who can solve the problem."
This question was not about Shrike, nor about Lan Jade, nor about anyone here. The target of his conversation was the purification mechanism far away in Old Dunling, the mysterious broken dome.
Lorenzo modulated a full-channel broadcast that could be heard not only by the soldiers on the train, but also by the Broken Dome that monitored everything.
Time passed minute by minute, as if it was as long as a century, and then the vicissitudes of voice sounded from the communicator.
"With [Arthur's] authority, I transfer the right of action to you, Lorenzo Holmes."
Under the distant open dome, in the huge and complex headquarters, everyone was busy walking, putting each piece of information into the capsule, and then quickly transmitting it along the brass pipe.
, extending all the way to the bottom of everything, that dark and gloomy place.
Someone picked up the report, then marked the date and filed it away. Under him, a huge pool was filled with insulating fluid. The precise and responsible difference engine was like a copper pillar erected under the pool, and it was doing crazy calculations. It was the work of a mortal.
The orders from Arthur were released layer by layer, and finally arrived on the train under the gloom.
Everyone heard this order. Some people didn't know who the so-called Lorenzo Holmes was. Some people knew it, so they showed expressions of surprise.
After a long time, the blue jadeite on the other side raised his hand unsteadily.
"What should we do?"
Looking at the female knight who reacted, Lorenzo nodded appreciatively, and then said to her.
"First, get this damn train moving!"
"But sir, the railroad tracks in front of us have been destroyed by those twisted flesh!"
The pilot said that once the Glory started moving, it wouldn't take long before it would derail, but Lorenzo didn't care about this. He looked at the pilot.
"Does it mean we can't move forward if we leave the railway tracks?"
This principle...is theoretically possible, but whoever actually uses it will be a fool. Just like a person can survive in magma, but he can only survive for a few minutes at most. The principle is simple and easy to understand, but the driver can't say it out loud, right?
My brother is as aggressive as a murderous god. What if he chops himself up if he doesn't like it?
"Lorenzo, you are a madman now."
Shrike started to yell and curse again, but Lorenzo stepped firmly on him.
"But after the derailment, even if we didn't roll over, the road surge couldn't bear the Glory, and we still couldn't move much forward."
Lan Jade had forgotten her previous sadness, and didn't even care about the pain, analyzing it calmly.
"Yes, but we don't need to run so far, right?"
Lorenzo's gaze looked forward, penetrating through the layers of steel and extending all the way to the green lighthouse. The Glory was already very close to it.
Very close, very close, only the last short distance is waiting for Lorenzo to conquer.