Ember Gun

  Chapter 68 Traitor

Like an endless chasing battle, the two wolves rushed to fight each other, and the hills formed by flesh and blood cut off a heavy iron and steel, and the white fireworks burned frantically, and the silhouettes were fleeting, like a collision. Meteor.

   Ed's sword with explosive fireworks slammed into Lorenzo's body in the swift movement, and then slammed him out like a bull.

  He stayed in place, his body changed weirdly, a tattoo similar to Lorenzo wandered on the surface of his skin, and his muscles began to swell and became more powerful.

   "What are you waiting for? Demon hunter, you will be killed by me if you don't release the secret blood."

  The burning spike pointed at Lorenzo, and Ed looked furious. As if being teased, Lorenzo did not show his true strength from beginning to end.

  Lorenzo did not speak, but stared at the tattoo on Ed's body, as if he could see something in it.

   "You are... from Michael's team."

   is really a familiar organization. Lorenzo thought that he was the only one who survived the night of the Holy Promenade, but it does not seem to be the case now.

  "Recognized? Could it be that you were afraid that I would recognize you and refused to activate the secret blood?"

  Ed tore off his shirt and completely revealed the wandering tattoo. It looks like a tattoo, but in fact this is an alchemy inscription, an alchemy based on the human body.

In order to be able to perfectly control the secret blood and prevent it from eroding the will of the demon hunter, every demon hunter’s ritual for absorbing the secret blood will have an inscription of alchemy. The body of the demon hunter is the container that seals the secret blood, alchemy. The magicians engraved the inscription on the flesh and blood, strengthening the seal like a holy prayer.

Lorenzo is not an alchemist, and there should be few alchemists in this world, but he still knows this weird inscription very well. When the secret blood is activated, they will come alive. According to the inscription Different lines also divide different teams. From Ed's inscription, he is a member of Michael.

   "I just don't want to remember the past, after all, I have forgotten it for so long."

  Lorenzo replied coldly, and violently pulled out the sword to force Ed back a few points again.

   Feeling the weight coming from the sword, Ed showed a grinning smile, Lorenzo's secret blood was awakening, which was not something he could do if he wanted to control it.

  The secret blood is derived from the demon, and the strength of the secret blood is directly related to the strength of the female demon. It can be said that the stronger the demon hunter, the more powerful the demon.

  The price of gaining power is heavy. After the secret blood is swallowed, the demon's erosion will continue day and night. The demon will try to conquer the human nature of the demon hunter, and many people cannot resist being completely corroded.

  The body of the demon hunter will become the best hotbed, and the powerful demon that once died will resurrect on it, so for the sake of safety, every demon hunter is implanted with a silver binding bolt.

Lorenzo has always refused to show his deeper secret blood, but the erosion of the secret blood itself will force him to activate it unconsciously. After all, the secret blood and the demon hunter are like a deformed symbiotic relationship. It's just who occupies the dominant position.

   "Can't we talk about it?"

  The two white flames collided together, and Lorenzo steadily caught Ed's slash, his eyes facing each other, calm and crazy.

   "I'm afraid you will reject me, don't you? I want to know what happened to the Order, will you tell me?"

   Ed asked hoarsely. He didn't think Lorenzo would tell him that from the beginning, the witcher didn't intend to tell any secrets, nor did he say his name.

  Lorenzo was silent again, as Ed said, Lorenzo would not say anything about all of that.

   "So I can only subdue you and torture you."

   Ed angrily rebuked, and once again swung down the heavy blade, smashing Lorenzo violently.

  Since the battle, the two sides have been constantly changing positions, with clanging swords and flames, cutting off the hard flesh and blood, and burning flames on it.

   "It looks like you haven't lived well for so many years."

  Lorenzo looked at Ed, the madness meant that he was a little familiar at the moment, just like him when he first arrived in the old town.

   "What do you want to say?"

  It seems that Lorenzo has said too little. Ed heard this guy's rare words and actually slowed down the offensive.

   "Like the original me, we witch hunters have been fighting for the cult all our lives, fighting with demons, but suddenly one day we don’t need it, we can retire."

  Lorenzo talked and laughed, recalling the time when he first arrived in Old Dunling.

"It was the same for me at the beginning. I felt that my life had lost motivation. After all, I lived for it, didn't I? Just like the bards in those stories, with the convenience of communication, they, like us, have become the old times. Old relics were ruthlessly swept into the trash can."

  Lorenzo's words turned and continued.

   "But, Ed, people have to dream a little bit, right, fighting all day long is too boring, isn't it?"

   "Aren't you doing everything to find yourself a reason to live, a reason to continue swinging your sword?"

   "Whether it's Shenglin Night or Secret Order No. 13, or anything else, it's just your reason."

  Looking at him pityingly, Lorenzo said.

   "It's too sad to live like this."

  Everything seemed to fall into silence, and the two people looked at each other in the distance.

Ed is another survivor besides Lorenzo, just like a person living on a deserted island meets another person. Lorenzo doesn't want to be an enemy of him, but he doesn't want to tell those unclear stories. , That is the darkest side in the history of the church, as long as you know this is enough, there is no need to let other people become the evil sacrifice.

   "So you escaped now for the reason of your dreams? Demon hunter."

   Ed raised his head again, and the flames burned.

  He was not moved by Lorenzo's soul chicken soup at all, he was full of anger.

   "You don't even know what we experienced, after that Holy Night!"

  No one can understand each other, just as he didn’t understand why Lorenzo refused to tell those stories, just as Lorenzo didn’t understand why he was so furious.

  The secret blood once again rises above the threshold.

The blazing fireworks boiled and burned, burning the flesh and blood into the fireworks of the spirit body. Ed was standing proudly on a high place. His body was changing. Toward the direction of the demon, the nail sword in his hand began to melt, liquid. The metal and the palm were completely melted together, and then more silver-white metal spikes protruded from under his skin, like countless swords, arming him completely.

   "You are traitors."

  In the end Ed scolded like this.

  (End of this chapter)