Ember Gun

  Chapter 69 Answer

  They are enemies like the sea. They have fangs and claws, and come from the deepest part of the darkness with unknowns.

   Ed is standing on the high ground like a born god, and the pure flames on his body are burning.

  The inscriptions of alchemy are named after the angels in the Gospel. Different inscriptions and secret blood have different effects, combining the power of secret blood and alchemy. Alchemists call it power.

  For example, what Ed has possessed, that is the power brought by the inscription of Michael, igniting the ultimate, blazing angel of everything.

Along with Ed's burning, the whole world agitated. The demons gushed out of the stiff flesh and blood. They were hoarse, longing for blood and flesh, like a surge of waves hitting Lorenzo, and that's farther away. The shining number of the office.

  It should be the residents of Ende Town. They slept in that **** dream, and now they have been completely corroded into monsters.

  They are like Ed's soldiers, passing by the hot light, roaring forward.

   "It's so sad..."

  Lorenzo watched all this quietly, he was not afraid of the endless monsters, nor was he afraid of Ed’s strength at the moment, he just felt very sad.

  Neither the revival of the demon nor Ed’s hatred were enough to move Lorenzo.

  Only the sad rebellion.

Demon hunters and demons have always been dead and alive, and now Ed is standing with them without even being attacked. Lorenzo does not know what technology can do this, but it is certain that the demons are back, holy. The sacrifices made by Lin Zhiye seem to be meaningless at this moment.

  He felt sad and angry about this.

   "I...I am not a traitor. From the beginning to the end, I will never die with the demons!"

  Lorenzo responded angrily, with fiery fireworks in full bloom.

  He held the burning blade to attack, the white shadow split a gap in the pitch-black tide, and the pitch-black ashes rose with the wind like snowflakes.

  The sharp blade pierced through the sea tide formed by the demons, and the vision was completely occupied by these distorted figures. Lorenzo's ecstatic servant chopped and strode forward at the same time.

  He is going to kill Ed.

  The Demon Hunter touched Lorenzo’s inviolable line, and if you cross the line, you will die.

  A pure white light can descend in the next second, like a falling meteorite.

   Ed's burning blade came with high temperature, pure pure flame and holy silver boiling, deadly fire surging.

  "You who are with them are a traitor!"

  Winchester growled, the projectiles hit Ed at close range, but then they melted into molten iron and spilled.

  That is the power from Michael, the most extreme high temperature, like a walking sun.

Under the dazzling light, Lorenzo's vision even began to blur, but he was still stubbornly swinging his sword, and the secret blood was gradually awakening, which he could do.

  But then the hot hand strangled Lorenzo's throat, and the violent high temperature instantly suffocated him.

   "No, you don't understand what I went through."

  The burning demon whispered, and he ignored the sword strike.

"Everyone is celebrating the end of the era of demons, but because of the night of the Holy Prophet, the pope signed the thirteenth secret decree... Can you understand my feelings? We thought we were heroes and returned to Qiqiu with anticipation. In this place, what is waiting for us is not the reward of the Pope but the siege of the Knights of the Templar!"

  The endless fire baptized Lorenzo, sobbing in pain, he tried to lift the sword to stab Ed, but under the extreme temperature, the nail sword was burned red and then shattered like molten ice.

   "That's really a nightmare. Everyone is dead. Everyone is trapped in the Seven Hills. They sprinkled kerosene and barrage on the walls."

   Scarlet eyes looked at Lorenzo, and he whispered in his ear.

   "Do you know how Michael died?"

  The sound was like a hammer, shaking Lorenzo's mind.

  Of course he knows who Michael is. The most powerful demon hunter of the Demon Hunting Order will have the honor to inherit the name of the angel. That is their code name and their honor.

"He burned the secret blood, and his awakening level exceeded the critical value. It was the day that fell on the earth. I depended on him to escape from the place of the seven hills, but he died in the original by the melting of the silver-binding bolt. On the ground, every inch of bone is covered by molten metal, like a sculpture."

   Slightly hardened his wrists, and there was a scorched sound from the flesh and blood. This was a slow execution, venting Ed’s hatred.

"We used to be hunters, but now we are reduced to prey. They burned every captured demon hunter, and only I escaped! Everyone died unexplainably! Meaningless deaths !"

Following his anger, the sharp spiked sword burst out again. Lorenzo held the broken sword and broke free at the last moment. White smoke was burning on his body and he was coughing painfully. He was almost caught by Ed. Scorched.

   Retreat forcefully, and at the same time the nail sword slashed the illusory fireworks, bringing a surging light.

  More demons rushed over, and Lorenzo was unable to counterattack for a while after heavy damage, piercing the broken sword into its head, and stabbing the big mouthpart with the backhand.

  Looking at Lorenzo in a panic, Ed came slowly, and as he progressed, the burning continued, and the demon would turn to ashes just as he approached him.

   "I will let you experience their pain and purify you thoroughly with the sacred pure flame."

  The Templar Knights do not have secret blood, but their numbers are as large as an ant colony. Many demon hunters died of exhaustion, and then they were thrown into a burning campfire, burning with secret blood and their bodies.

   "Or... tell me what happened, I might be able to make your death easier."

  In the fireworks that couldn't be seen directly, Lorenzo actually noticed a trace of pleading, and he smiled.

  Ed is like this from beginning to end, everything he does is to pursue an answer, the answer to the Holy Night.

  Why do they become enemies of the church in their glory, why their friends died unclearly, and why the demon hunter in front of them is unwilling to tell the truth.

  Like a persistent child, all he longs for is the answer, an answer that can stop him.

As long as there is an answer, all of this will end, but Lorenzo is very clear. He can’t say it. Just like the weird pollution of monsters, that thing can only live in his own memories. Once he tells it, his memories will be. It is no longer its only cage.

  It will live in Ed’s memory, and then expand like a virus.

  This is a deadlock, and only one party can die.

   Then under the roar of hatred, everything fell into a blur.

Lorenzo felt very warm, not like a melting pot, but peaceful and gentle, as if immersed in warm water, which reminded him of his bathroom, but he became alert in the next second, it was awful. The illusion of realm, this weird dream still affects me, and it has eroded the will unconsciously in the battle with Ed.

  The burning battlefield was gone, and the surging monster disappeared. Lorenzo shuddered and then fell off his chair.

   Raising his head, it was a clear night sky, the stars were clearly visible, emitting a colorful light, and he stood alone on the cold windy icefield, with only a **** of a chair beside him.

  Damn it! Damn it!

  Stunned for a moment, he was angrily beat the ice, wiped off the snow, the dark blue ice reflected Lorenzo's sad face.

  How can I be eroded by the dream at this time, I must wake up as soon as possible!

   Lorenzo was really panicked this time, maybe he was killed by Ed when he hit the ground.

wake up!

  Thinking about it, Lorenzo tried to drew out the sword to kill himself, but he touched a familiar place but he didn't have his own sword.

what is the problem?

Lorenzo had experienced such an unusual special training for dreams when he was in the sect. In the dream, the demon hunter still has an advantage, because it is his own dream. As long as the willpower is strong enough in the dream, you are the creator. This is why Lorenzo could easily get a weapon in his first dream. After all, he fantasized about one without it.

  But now he can't do it, everything is so stiff, only oneself is alone in this desolate world.

   "You look so embarrassed."

   Suddenly a familiar voice sounded, Lorenzo turned his head fiercely and at the end of the ice sheet, the man slowly walked over under the huge full moon.

  Lorenzo was stunned, and then realized the cause of the problem.

  "This is not a dream...Where is this?"

  The man opened his hand with a smile, and said as if he was welcome.

  "Welcome to [Gap]."

  (End of this chapter)