Ember Gun

  Chapter 74 Duties

  The cold wind and snow swept Lorenzo, leaving a faint layer of white snow on his clothes, and the ice layer in front of him left a huge mutilation. The broken crowd struggled in it, like a drowning sinner.

  The man stood up and shook the ice and snow on his body. He stepped on the ice floes step by step, stepping on those dry palms at will, or kicking hard according to some hateful head.

   "Are you going to try it? Very uncompressed."

  The men still play vigorously in this hellish landscape.

  Lorenzo shook his head and rejected this **** entertainment. He looked at the ugly and dehumanized pictures and asked.

   "Is this it?"

  "Part of it, this is just its temptation. Even after it has been closed for so long, it will never tire of testing the firmness of the cage. It is waiting for the moment when these chains appear cracks."

   His gaze penetrated the dark blue water, the deepest part of the entangled chain, under the dark seabed.

   "The real it is hiding there, replenishing its energy."

  The man turned his head, patted his chest and looked at Lorenzo.

  "But don’t worry, I am here. As the gatekeeper of the devil, the jailer must be stronger than the prisoner, right?"

  He was always so confident, and because of his self-confidence, he died.

   "The other thing is, Lorenzo, you should leave."

  The man finally suppressed his smile, his expression serious.

   "...Do you know what that thing is?"

  Lorenzo finally asked, if a man is also a lonely soul living in his own memories, there is a strange connection between the two, then he might have understood what he saw.

  The man nodded, but said nothing, with a weird smile.

"what is that?"

   Lorenzo asked again.

  That thing, the thing that caused everything nowadays, the divine coffin.

   Everything that Lorenzo has experienced stems from that mysterious thing, and now Lorenzo is only a thin line away from it.

   "You don't know it is right, after all, you were not eligible to participate in that feast at that time."

The broken pictures are gradually pieced together without any answer. Lorenzo’s first dream is also explained at this moment. The dialogue with Master Lawrence, the invitation from the Pope, the celebration of the birthday of God, and the death of the last demon. .

  That is not Lorenzo's dream, it is the dream of the man in front of him. The will of the two people are intertwined, and it is not until today, many years later, that they can meet in [Gap].

  The confusion was explained, and Lorenzo looked at the man.

   "It's really an embarrassing memory. I lost everything that night."

  He whispered a little nostalgic, but soon the fragile expression disappeared, he said sharply.

   "That thing is its remains, Lorenzo, you should know what it means, right."

  He stretched out his hand and patted Lorenzo on the shoulder, and the temperament named Demon Hunter returned to him, after many years.

   is like a coronation ceremony in this forgotten and desolate realm.

Lorenzo’s pupils shrank slightly, as if he didn’t expect this to be the result, but within reason, the cold blood boiled again. He couldn’t tell what his sense of mission or revenge meant. He just felt angry. When burning, it needs to be released.

   "This... is also the reason you dragged me into [Gap], right?"

  The lonely wild ghost hidden deep in his memories noticed it, and finally saw himself when the connection deepened. This was not a touching meeting, but just the beginning of another hunt.

  The man nodded and hid all the touching emotions in his heart. He once again turned into that cold appearance, and said with majesty and solemnity.

   "Lorenzo Holmes, our mission is not over yet, and the night of the Holy Prophet is not over! Your last duty has arrived!"

  There was madness and hatred in his eyes, and the trembling madness even feared the wailing drowned people.

  He said, like an oath.

   "Kill it, throw it into the furnace, burn it to ashes, sink into the deep sea, erase all traces of its existence, and make it forgotten forever!"

  This is the hatred from the gatekeeper. He has been accumulating the emotion of hatred, like a ghost, and has never dissipated.

  He approached slightly, whispering softly in Lorenzo’s ear, like a child’s dream.

   "You didn't forget, did you."

  Recalling the little poem inscribed on Winchester, Lorenzo read it in a low voice.

   "Even in the old age, it should burn and roar at the end of the day."

   "Furious, furious!"

   "Angrily denounces the passing of light."

Therefore, the man kicked Lorenzo with a smirk and kicked him into the cold water. His countless hands seemed to see hope, and he grabbed him tightly and tried to drag him. Into the deep darkness.

The suffocating cold invaded all of Lorenzo's senses, and the lonely cold completely enveloped him, as if isolated from the world, until the stinging hot burning burned his body, and then the man's voice was like a spell in his ears. Sounded.

   "Go back to hell."

  So the world is full of light.

  ……

  This was a boring fight. Ed was holding Lorenzo's head in his hand. From a moment ago, the demon hunter seemed to be dead, stopped all his actions and let Ed attack.

  Perhaps because of the dream, it made Ed even more angry. The retirement life of this demon hunter is indeed very good, so good that even this simple erosion can not be resisted, it is a shame for the demon hunter.

The temperature of the palm of his hand began to rise, as if slowly killing a small animal. Ed tried to burn Lorenzo's brain directly to ashes, while the surrounding demons waited anxiously. They yearned for Lorenzo's flesh and blood. , Like a beast waiting to be fed, looking forward to the master's command.

  Under the light, Ed seemed to be still hoping. He hoped that Lorenzo would wake up, so that it would be as meaningless as torturing a corpse.

  A little bit of time passed, Eddy suddenly laughed, his anger completely dazzled his head, and he was actually angry with a corpse.

Reaching out his hand, he still has to make the final determination. Ed has to determine which witcher branch he is based on the alchemy inscription on Lorenzo's back. When covering the coat, the burning hand was tightly choked.

   Raised his head fiercely, and stared at him with the same hot eyes.

It was a thunderous offensive, so fast that Ed could only see the blazing white light, and then the burning flame was chopped away by the howling wind, and the metal covering the body cracked, and scarlet blood flowed along. The trajectory of the blade travels, spreading in the air.

  The sharp spike sword reflected Lorenzo’s pupils. The next moment Winchester fired his gun, and the heavy projectile hit the fireworks. The high temperature might melt the steel, but the kinetic energy carried by the projectile could not be offset.

  This is a long-planned combo. Ed loses his balance under the sword and gun shot, and Lorenzo gets entangled like a ghost.

But Ed will no longer give Lorenzo a chance to attack. The burning net flames rise again, like a blazing sun falling on the ground. The extreme high temperature will retreat no matter who it is, but Lorenzo seems to have not seen it. At the same time, he rushed over, and then the dark blade penetrated the burning firework.

Ed looked incredible at the demon hunter in front of him. The dark iron feathers covered his body and protected him like a armor. The hot white flames gushed out from the gaps in the wings, and then Loren Zuo's grip was tight, and the silver spiked sword was also covered with the pitch black.

  That is a power he has never seen before, no matter which branch of the Demon Hunter has never had such a thing.

  In the next moment, more black swords penetrated him, as if the rivets of execution nailed him to the ground.

  【Warning, 30% of the Secret Blood has been awakened, and it has reached the critical value. 】

  【The bolt of silver binding begins to melt away. 】

  [According to the "Sword and Sheath Treaty", you have 300 seconds of action time. After 300 seconds, please wait for the recovery procedure of the Templar Knights on the spot. 】

  The sound of the **** came from his mind. Lorenzo seemed to hate this thing, and he freed up a hand to knock on Ed's smoking head.

   Then, looking at Ed with a look of horror, Lorenzo suddenly asked with some curiosity.

   "Your Silver Bolt should be as noisy as mine now, right?"

  As if asking a friend about a common thing, Lorenzo said that he swung the pitch-black sword again and cut it down.

  (End of this chapter)