Ember Gun

  Chapter 184 Nightingale and Rose

  The raging fire burned, and the cold night was also covered with a bright red hue.

  The dark armor gripped the nail sword tightly, leaning against the burning flame, softening the muscles that had been stiff from the cold.

  The secret blood is constantly boiling, and the power that is not human is exerted on this body. At this moment, Lorenzo is approaching the forbidden threshold infinitely, and marching toward the unknown fear.

  Perhaps pain and excitement, a hoarse growl came from under the armor.

  This feeling is really good.

  Lorenzo could clearly feel the power flowing in his body, as well as the melting heat.

The silver-binding bolt is melting, and as the secret blood recovers, it is gradually melting. When Lorenzo's power reaches its limit, he will be killed by the holy silver sword pierced inside like Ed. .

  This is a sharp sword that stems from the sanctions in his body and hangs above his head.

  Lawrence stepped slowly, hot breath spit out from his mouth, the old body was full of vitality, bright red, the deformed sarcoma was also shaking slightly, closed eyes trembled, as if it was about to open in the next second.

  He is holding two swords with fire burning on them, old but powerful. Although the lion is young, he is still a lion.

  For a moment, it seemed that the two had returned to the wilderness in the [Gap], and Lawrence did the same at that time, with his back facing the sea of ​​fire, as if he was carrying a blazing sun on his back.

  The white eyes looked at each other for a short time, and the two of them acted like evil spirits, and they were involved in the roaring wind.

  The sword strikes faster and faster. In the end, you can only see the swimming light belt dancing wildly in the air, just like a thunder ball rolling in the clouds. Every time it hits, there will be ear-piercing thunder, followed by sparks everywhere.

  The bright white spike swords are waving staggered, like a torrential rain.

  Lawrence laughed loudly, and his sword-blade hand was even more violent.

  It hasn’t been like this for a long time. With such a fun and dripping fight, the secret blood rushes in the old body. The more he slashes, the more he can feel the young power. It seems that in this death fight, time is flowing backwards.

  Everything seems to be back to that century ago, the era when only a sword in hand could win the world.

Lorenzo still remained silent. The nail sword in his hand changed the offensive back and forth. He could block most of the attacks, and there were still a small part of the sword strokes that finally passed his defense, hitting above the armor, although the number of times Rarely, but under the terrifying power of Lawrence, the newly born armor also began to become riddled with holes.

  Lawrence is too powerful, the more he fights with Lorenzo, the more he can detect the sense of powerlessness. If the demon hunter is the ceiling of human beings, then Lawrence is the existence above all the demon hunters.

  Terror of swordsmanship, the foretelling of the future Shangda, the almost immortal Holy Grail of flesh and blood... This is simply a perfect witcher, without flaws, without weakness, as he said, Lorenzo has no chance of winning.

  But...is it really like this?

  Lorenzo turned the offensive, stepped forward with a violent shock step, and his whole body stepped directly into Lawrence's attack range without any cover.

  There is no enemy that cannot be defeated.

Just like the demon, before the appearance of the demon hunter, no one believed that humans could really fight the unknown fear. In those ancient times, humans could only kneel down in the face of the falling thunder, but they never thought that one day humans would also Can hold the dazzling thunder tightly in his hand.

Yes! Lawrence can be defeated! Unknown fear can be killed.

Just like releasing his own anger, Lorenzo roared and swung his sword. The sharp sword light directly broke through the continuous rainstorm. The sharp cold light pierced the blockade of the blade, and a scarlet burst in Lawrence's chest. The seal.

  The wound almost cut away half of Lawrence's body, blood and bone scum flying, and the twisted flesh and blood still had a metallic luster.

  Lawrence leaned back, but failed to fall to the ground. He slowly got up, with a ferocious laugh.

   Countless tiny tentacles grew on the cross section of the wound. They pulled each other, like stitched threads, healing the terrible wound.

  Lorenzo did not stop, and while shaking the blade, he directly swung the blade back, and fell again, thundering soaring, and Lawrence's other hand spiked in the screaming.

Lawrence opened Lorenzo's sword, twisted his hips and cut again, and the nail sword struck him horizontally. Although protected by the armor, the sword still severely damaged Lorenzo. The armor shattered and the armor was broken. The film pierced directly into the flesh and blood.

  Lorenzo was shaken back a few steps, the solid armor was full of cracks, and blood was gushing out of the cracks.

  Lawrence did not pursue. He stood on the spot, with the nail sword in his left hand pointed at Lorenzo parallel to the elbow, and the nail sword in his right hand raised high and slashed.

  At this time, it was Lawrence's heyday posture. The flesh and blood of the Holy Grail greatly strengthened his body, allowing him to reach the body similar to a demon in a human form.

  Each hand has great power, and a random blow can smash steel.

   "Are you still calculating?"

  Lawrence saw that Lorenzo had been reluctant to attack again, he asked with some doubts.

He is still very vigilant towards Lorenzo. This demon hunter is more deceitful than he imagined. If it weren’t for his highly fusion with the Holy Grail’s flesh and blood, otherwise Lorenzo’s strategy would have been true just now. It is possible to kill him.

Lawrence seemed to be unharmed in the explosion. In fact, he was close to death at that moment. The instant high temperature directly burned and carbonized his body, but he had the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail. As long as he had a chance to breathe, it was terrifying The vitality will heal Lawrence as quickly as possible.

  Although the weird face on his chest has not opened his eyes yet, Lawrence knows very well that the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail already possesses his own instincts.

  It is very clear that Lawrence is his host, and before the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail really occupy Lawrence, they will be both prosperous and ruined.

   "How is it possible? Nothing can count on you anymore, now it's just my dying counterattack."

  Lorenzo straightened his sword, and then some decadent voice came.

  Although he said so, the eyes that burned with white flames stared at Lawrence.

  A brief high-temperature explosion is indeed feasible, but due to the Holy Grail's flesh and blood, it cannot completely kill Lawrence. Lorenzo needs a more sustained explosion until the speed of destruction is faster than the Holy Grail's self-healing.

  But obviously, Lorenzo knew that such information was useless at this moment. Lawrence was already wary, and he would not give himself a second chance.

  Thinking of this, Lorenzo couldn't help but laugh again. The situation now became somewhat clear. He had lost to Lawrence in frontal combat, and Lawrence was wary of the potential.

   "You... feel scared, right?"

  Lorenzo said slowly.

  Lawrence was afraid. He was afraid of the trap that almost killed him just now. He was afraid that Lorenzo had such a back hand. This extremely proud fellow finally had... fear.

  Lorenzo has won, and he planted the fear of the unknown into Lawrence's mind.

but……

   "But, as expected, I still can't kill you."

  Lorenzo suddenly laughed sadly. He dropped the sword in his hand, and rushed towards Lawrence again in the next moment.

  The two figures intertwined in an instant, but this time Lorenzo did not attack, letting Lawrence's sword slash on the armor, he directly passed Lawrence and ran towards the rear of the train.

  For a while, Lawrence was also a little dazed, and then he followed closely, but was blocked by the re-energized bomb, the flames ignited, Lorenzo had no follow-up means, and he wanted to escape.

  The pace was swift, he passed several carriages directly, arrived at the rear of the car, slammed open the door fiercely, and then Lorenzo closed the door, and then a sharp nail sword penetrated it.

  Lorenzo didn't seem to be afraid. He was obviously running away, but he seemed extremely relaxed, just like walking at home.

   "Little Nightingale, Little Nightingale."

  He screamed.

   really deserves to be a good student taught by Oscar, and at this time, there are still some idiots.

   "It's a pity, my big tree can't beat him, he is really a monster."

  Lorenzo was distressed, and then he found the little Nightingale at the end of the carriage.

   Seleuc was horrified and hugged herself into a ball. The horrible erosion had already enveloped the neighborhood. She only relied on the Florent medicine Lorenzo injected her to wake up to now.

  But even this soberness is hell. The endless dog barking echoes in his mind. It is the deepest fear in Seleu's heart, which is constantly echoing.

  This is the monster, this is the erosion, they will find your most vulnerable, and then take it out and tear it up repeatedly before your eyes.

   "Luo...Lorenzo."

   Seleuc slowly raised his head and looked at the **** Demon Hunter.

  Lawrence was outside the car door. He was afraid that there would be a trap like the previous one in this car, so he didn't rush into it.

  Lorenzo didn't care about it, and sat directly beside Seleu, he looked very tired.

   "Is there any sugar?"

  He asked suddenly, with the smell of rust in his mouth, Lorenzo felt a little uncomfortable.

   But looking at Seleu, who was trembling slightly with fear, Lorenzo shook his head, and directly reached out and searched for it, but in the end he only found out a few strange sweets.

   "You ate too fast, right."

   As he said, he tapped Seleu on the head lightly, but after a short pause, all the armor on his body shattered, exposing the blood-stained body.

  The rising hot air presents a white mist in the low temperature, just like an overheated machine, permeating the steam.

  Seleu almost suffocated.

The injury of the Demon Hunter is much heavier than it looks. Lorenzo does not have the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail. His self-healing ability is far worse than that of Lawrence. He has countless wounds on his body. The most serious is the blow to the waist and abdomen. The pieces of armor cut deep into it like a sharp knife.

   "You are right, Seleu, I am indeed a man who lives on anger... There is no way, revenge is really great."

  "This thing is like a hallucinogen. When you are exposed to anger, you clearly feel that you are alive."

  He was chewing the candy, the strange smell spread in his mouth, Lorenzo did not even look at Seleu, looking at the dark steel as if talking to himself.

   "His goal is you... In fact, there is still a plan."

   Seleuc’s voice slowly sounded, "Kill me, right?"

  Lorenzo nodded seriously.

   "Lawrence's time is running out. The more the Holy Grail heals him, the deeper he merges with the Holy Grail... He will soon be swallowed by the Holy Grail. As long as I hit him again, maybe it will succeed."

  This is also one of Lorenzo's plans to kill Lawrence, but from the current situation, it has been difficult to implement.

   "But he has become vigilant. The entire battle has failed. All I have to do now is stop loss."

  He looked down at Seleu, the remaining visor covering his face, Seleu could only see the emotionless fireworks.

  "You are the link of memetic pollution. As long as you die, all his attempts will be frustrated, but once you are captured, with you as the hub, the erosion will engulf countless people."

   "So you came back desperately to kill me?"

   Seleuc thought a little ridiculous.

   "Probably, maybe I change my mind and take you on the road?"

  Lorenzo said and laughed. He knew this was just a bullshit. Now they are tens of kilometers away from the nearest town. Even if Lawrence can't catch up with them, they will be frozen to death in the blizzard.

  This is Lorenzo's carefully selected battlefield. If you win, it will be Lawrence's cemetery. If you lose, it will be Lorenzo's own... Seleuc is at most a funeral.

   "Of course, or everyone died together and bathed in the magma of hell? I don't know if the baths in **** are mixed men and women."

  Lorenzo said with some yearning.

   "I will go to heaven, you bastard."

   Seleu cursed angrily.

  But what followed was silence, the sound of wind, the roar of the engine, the scream of the nail sword gradually tearing the carriage, and the heartbeat of the two at this moment.

  "Little Nightingale...I need a red rose."

  Lorenzo recalled the story, he begged.

  Seleuc is the only goal of Lawrence, this is the capital of Lorenzo and Lawrence to deal with, looking for opportunities to fight back.

  Lorenzo slowly raised the nail sword.

   "Will you hate me? Seleu."

"Just pay what I owe you," Seleu replied, "I would die in Gallunaro without you. I have to thank you by comparison. Thanks to you, Mr. Holmes, I can live longer. Long time."

   She tried her best to taunt, and said venomously.

   "Oh oh oh! That's really an honor!"

  Lorenzo replied shamelessly.

His voice was very excited, but his eyes were very tired. Lawrence was so strong that his hands were already numb due to the high-intensity sword fight. Lorenzo even couldn't feel the presence of his arms anymore. He could only keep Keep the nail sword in your field of vision, so as to judge by your eyesight, you didn't let go of the sword.

  "Do you want to retell the old? I see it in the story. Everyone recounts the old and confessed to each other, and then went to death happily."

   "Need it? I came as a priest. Mass before death is also one of my professional skills, although in general, things like monsters are not needed."

  He continued to talk bad things, pretending to cross his chest, as if reluctant to let this girl die, just a few more words, she could live a few more minutes.

"I……"

  Seleu just wanted to say something, but Lorenzo quickly interrupted.

   "I forgive your sins in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit."

  The priest also squeezed his brows at Seleuc. After so many years, he has not forgotten what he learned in the Demon Hunting Order.

   "Oh, after all, it's a householder, so the program doesn't have to go. My sword is fast, and I can go to heaven after a sleep."

  Listening to him, Seleuc was angrily laughed instead.

  "Are you sending me to heaven with your own hands?"

"Then please give me a good comment." Lorenzo said, "If something like a **** really exists, seeing me working for him and killing monsters for so many years, maybe he will take me to heaven together? "

  Like thinking of something hell, Lorenzo patted Seleu on the shoulder, looking like a good brother.

   "At that time, everyone can be in the magma together...Ah no, it's a bath in the holy water!"

  The cheerful voice gradually sank, and the bad words ended here, and Lorenzo looked sad.

  Finally, he slowly stood up, and the nail sword hung over Seleu's head.

   "Actually... there is no god, right? There is no world after death."

   Seleuc asked innocently.

  Lorenzo nodded silently, repeating what he had said to Sabo.

   "To die is to die. There is no heaven or hell, just eternal peace."

  He glanced at Seleu for the last time.

   "There are some things you can only make a decision in front of your eyes...Are there any last words?"

  Seleu did not speak, thinking about it carefully that he really has no last words to say, what he asked his friends, unfinished ideals, or unwillingness.

In fact, there is nothing left at this time. She has no family and no friends. The only demon hunter who can be regarded as a friend is about to send her to heaven by hand... Seleun could not think of anything, she suddenly realized that she was like this. Lonely.

  Death is obviously so deep and serious, but under the auspices of Lorenzo it looks so funny.

  She shook her head, without even saying goodbye, Lorenzo slashed down fiercely with the nail sword, and Seleu closed her eyes tightly.

  All the sounds disappeared for a while, and the whole world fell silent.

   Deafening.

  (End of this chapter)