Like a trance-like hallucination, Watson's shadow disappeared into the air as the figure moved, but the cold touch of the fingers still lingered on Lorenzo's cheeks.

Something is going to happen......

Lorenzo's breathing grew heavier, he knew very well that Watson would not be okay to scare himself, although that guy was an abominable devil, but as she herself said, she never deceived Lorenzo, but only came up with one true story after another, so that the people in the story could not recover.

The three of them didn't seem to notice Lorenzo's anomaly yet, and the overall atmosphere was very good, and with Seleuc's appearance, more people gathered around to curry favor with the future duchess.

Lorenzo couldn't get in on the atmosphere, and his hand slowly lifted, hiding a sharp knife into his tight cuffs.

It was a ball of aristocrats, and Lorenzo had arrived with no weapons with him, leaving Winchester and the staff and sword in Cork Street.

Lorenzo cursed, extremely annoyed.

This was not the case with Lorenzo in the past, he was a ruthless and efficient witcher, armed and vigilant at his side, not a detective who was now in danger but did not know it.

"Do you know why everyone doesn't have a name?"

A long voice rang in his head, and Lorenzo couldn't understand why he thought of it at this time.

That was a long time ago, all the orphans were taken away by the Church, and everyone was an alternative weapon, and the weapon only needed a dispensable code name.

People can be afraid and sad, they will make mistakes and panic, but weapons are different, weapons are cold metal, efficient and perfect, and all the shortcomings of human beings are discarded.

Breathing deeply, when Lorenzo opened his eyes again, there was a rising glimmer under the gray blue, he hid it well, he didn't look at anyone, no one noticed anything unusual about this man.

He was thinking, thinking about the source of this crisis, until he heard the conversation in the crowd.

"Duke Salicado, your recent reputation isn't very good. ”

Someone said.

"I've heard that your factory has hired a lot of survivors, and there have been many deaths recently, and those unions are ready to investigate you. ”

The man laughed at that.

"Investigate me, they protect the workers of Invig, not the workers of Gaulnalo, and they can't even eat without me. ”

In his opinion, the remnants were the most perfect laborers, cheap and without any welfare insurance.

Some people are silent, after all, he is a tycoon of wealth, who controls the lifeblood of many people's economy, there is no need to offend him, and some people are like discovering something, constantly echoing him.

Lorenzo stared blankly at the Duke of Salicado in the crowd, he had found the end of all the clues, but he didn't expect it to be in this way.

In the crowded crowd, Lorenzo directly interspersed the past, and his upper body released a cold dead air, lifeless feeling, like a cold machine, with his arrival, everyone couldn't help but get out of the way.

"There is an anomaly. ”

He approached Duke Phoenix and whispered in his ear.

The Duke of Phoenix was about to teach the detective who had suddenly leaned over to teach him a lesson, but then he stopped because of his words.

"What anomaly?"

"What do you think?"

What could make Lorenzo feel abnormal, but what could there be but demons?

Without continuing to say anything to him, Lorenzo didn't even have time to say goodbye to Seleuc, only to take one last look at the Duke of Salicado, who had not yet realized the danger of being near.

Lorenzo stepped into the dark shadow, as his muscles stretched, his tight clothes were torn, like a beast breaking free, the sharp knife slowly slid out of his cuffs, and the secret blood began to rise.

"Did you think of it?"

In the shadow, Watson and Lorenzo walked side by side, their pace becoming more and more rapid, as if they were about to run.

"Yes, there are all nobles here, and there are even three known dukes, and if I were him, this would be the perfect place for revenge. ”

"And what do you want to do now?"

Watson said defiantly.

"Find it, kill it. ”

Lorenzo said without feeling, reaching out and tearing off the fancy decorations from his clothes.

"But it's in the shadows, and you can't protect everybody. ”

Watson said again.

"Just like the night of the Arrival, no one understands you, no one will help you, you are alone. ”

Lorenzo stopped abruptly, then turned to look at her, his smiling eyes full of sarcasm, but this time Lorenzo didn't care, he didn't even bother to say anything to her.

"Then I'll find a few more helpers this time. ”

As he spoke, he didn't know what he remembered, and his cold face showed a brief smile.

Then the pure blazing white bloomed in the shadows, like fireworks, the pure flame rose and burned and denounced the darkness.

【Secret Blood Awakening 5%】

A large Geiger counter placed nearby detected the change in the exponential and relayed the message, and a dozen seconds later, within the distant Shattered Dome, the Peep system sounded a piercing alarm bell, and a scarlet target appeared on the map.

At this moment, Seleuc in the courtyard seemed to feel something, and looked at the direction in which Lorenzo disappeared, and regardless of the other people who were still talking to her, she directly squeezed through the crowd and quickly followed.

......

"You can find it, right? ”

The witcher ran wildly in the shadows, searching for the location he thought might be killed.

"Yes, do you want me to help you?"

No matter how fast Lorenzo ran, Watson always followed him like a ghost, like a shadow of a man, no matter how fast you can't outrun your own shadow.

"If it's free, the more the merrier, if it's charged, you better get out of here, don't delay my investigation. ”

Lorenzo scolded unceremoniously.

Watson wasn't angry about it, as he was when he knew Lorenzo would say that.

"Your enemies are dangerous this time. ”

"Just the demon who relies on inferior secret blood?"

Lorenzo said disdainfully, although it is also a monster, but Lorenzo's monster is also an elite monster among the elite, how can that kind of inferior one compare with himself.

"No, no, no, I don't mean it, of course it's not dangerous, I'm talking about the person behind it, the one who can make inferior secret blood. ”

Watson simply didn't bother to run, anyway she could only exist in Lorenzo's sight, like a delusional hallucination, she half-lay down in the air, her head on crutches, and looked at Lorenzo.

"Lorenzo: Actually, when you knew this, you also thought of that possibility, right, the secret blood technology is only possessed by the church, unless ......"

There was a wicked smile on that delicate face, and if she didn't think of what was under the skin, she was as beautiful as ever.

Lorenzo knew what she wanted to say, so he said simply.

"Unless, on the night of Arrival, some damn bastard stole the book of Revelation. ”

The Book of Revelation.

All the knowledge related to demons in the Evangelical Church comes from that book, whether it is the casting of holy silver or the implantation of secret blood, it can be said that this book has turned a new page in history, so that the history of mankind can be advanced, and no longer fear the demons in the night.

In the Evangelical Church, only the Pope and a handful of cardinals had access to the book, and Lorenzo only knew that it existed in the Basilica of San Nalo, but he did not know in which room, only that he had never heard of it.

"Lorenzo, you're in a bad situation, the Book of Revelation is in Old Dunling, and those people in the Evangelical Church are not going to stop there. ”

Lorenzo was silent, and for a moment he thought of a lot of things.

In fact, he still couldn't believe that the Book of Revelation could be stolen, and that someone had successfully reproduced the secret blood technology, if that was the case, presumably that person also appeared in the Night of Arrival, but Lorenzo did not know his role.

Can...... There's no need to think about what kind of character he is, anyway, in Lorenzo's eyes, all participants in Advent have to die, whether they are lowly witchers or high popes.

"You have intentions for the book of Revelation, right? ”

"Of course. ”

Watson replied with a smile.

"So you have to survive, Lorenzo, after all, we are now one. ”

She said.

"Here it comes, Lorenzo. ”

Watson let out a burst of cheerful laughter, which grew away before finally dispersing, and then in Lorenzo's perception the demons appeared, as striking as torches burning in the night.

He clenched his knife, although this weapon was no threat to the demon, but at the moment its user was Lorenzo, and it was not the weapon that mattered, but the person who used it, even if he was holding a stone at the moment, he was confident that he would smash the demon's head to pieces.

Here it comes.

Lorenzo simply swung his knife sharply, covering it with blazing white flames, and then pulled into a piercing white line in the air, cutting through the demon's body.

The sharp knife pierced through the demon's heart, striking it instantly, and the next moment Lorenzo pulled out the knife with his backhand and slashed at its throat again, because of the size of the knife, he pulled and cut it hard until he tore off its entire head.

The demon's undead body struggled and tore the rich gown to shreds, but at last it slowly calmed down and was thrown to the ground by Lorenzo.

Blood was spilled all over the road, and this time the kill was easier than expected.

Sure enough, they are the real monsters, and they are harmless like little white rabbits compared to themselves, but the next moment countless heartbeats sounded in the dark night.

Lorenzo's joy after the kill turned cold, and he slowly turned his head to look at the darkness behind him, countless demons bared their fangs and claws at him.

There was not just one demon, and Lorenzo was not alone, the entire manor was in a great panic, and Lorenzo could clearly hear countless wails.

Sure enough, there is half of the aristocratic class of the old Dunling here, and this group of nobles is still in a high position, whether it is revenge or shaking the system of the old Dunling, the promoter behind the scenes has won, and the victory is very complete, there is only Lorenzo here, a demon hunter, he can survive the flood of demons, but he can't protect others.

"How...... There will be so many!"

The knife was not enough to look at the demons, and Lorenzo once again wondered why he didn't bring his weapon, and then slammed his fist down.

Blood and bones splattered, but Lorenzo's killing speed was still too slow, he was a demon hunter, he could freely control demonized humans, or a demon who could maintain his sanity, but no matter what Lorenzo was, he was not that extraordinary life, he would bleed, he would be injured, and he would die.

The demon pressed down heavily, and the empty dàng) dàng) corridor suddenly crowded, Lorenzo didn't even have room to swing his fist, and then the blazing flames boiled, burning the demon to ashes.

Lorenzo rose from the ashes, gasping violently, but soon his pounding heartbeat calmed down.

These are low-level demons, irrational, and unremarkable, like discarded garbage, but they are still fatal to mortals.

"Damn, shit!"

Lorenzo suddenly remembered a key point, he didn't think that there would be so many demons at all, in his opinion, there was only one demon acting from beginning to end, but now it brought a flood of enemies, and not only that, in the inference, the demon was sane, and the ones he killed were just walking corpses.

"Plug...... Seleuc......"

Lorenzo muttered to himself, then turned around and ran wildly.

His original idea was to be the first to find the demon, solve it secretly, and keep the situation to a minimum, but this group of demons obviously disrupted Lorenzo's thoughts, and there was a fatal point in this, the sane demon did not appear.

The demon was targeting the dukes, they were the biggest prize in the ball, and Lorenzo could already imagine the demon taking advantage of the crowd to sneak up and kill them.

This time the situation was completely beyond Lorenzo's control, just like on the night of Adringe, Medanzo's armor could only protect him alone, and he could not save anyone.

It is really an indescribable sense of powerlessness, even if you are unparalleled in the world, you can only be unparalleled in the world, in the torrent of death, you are just an isolated reef.

In retrospect, Lorenzo could understand the Church's approach, that witchers were cold weapons, and that between the tram and the tracks, only cold weapons could make the most rational judgments.

Stunned, Lorenzo smiled self-deprecatingly.

During these six years in Old Dunling, he lived more and more like a person.

The blazing white flame rose, and the metallic substance precipitated from under the skin, and it grew in the fireworks, like scales and twisted thorns born from the flames, and it wrapped around Lorenzo in a hurry, making him heavy and strong.

Like a burning chariot, it runs over all obstacles in its field of vision, and is unstoppable.