Dense steam rises slowly from the other side of the sea level, and under the red-hot residual temperature, one engine after another awakens.

The battleship, which was regarded as a museum, sounded its whistle again today, and its equipment may have fallen behind the times, but under the secret transformation of the Iron Law Bureau, it still has the power to fight.

The commander who remained on the battleship looked at all this with a stunned expression, he did not give the order to activate the battleship at all, but now it was as if it had been interfered with by some force, and it woke up one after another.

"What are you doing out of your mind!"

The commander rushed into the command room and yelled at the soldiers who were operating the ship.

The original plan was to keep the ships docked in the harbor as museums until the right moment to strike as a surprise force, but now that the commander had not received any orders, the soldiers took it upon themselves to activate it.

"Stop!"

The commander continued to yell, knowing that he was so angry, but the soldiers ignored their presence as if they had not heard him, and he rushed forward and tried to push the soldiers away, only to be pushed to the ground by them.

The skull slammed against the cold ground, and the chief's anger suddenly dissipated a little from the pain, and then the fear of the unknown took hold of him.

He found that each soldier was staring at him, their faces expressionless and their gazes were equally indifferent.

It was as if the souls of these people had been drained in an instant, and what was now occupied by a viscous and wriggling darkness.

"You...... You're going to lead to war......"

The chief said tremblingly, his official position is not high, and he does not know the conspiracy and darkness surging in Gaul Nalo, he just knows that Gaul Nalo is a defeated country, once he takes the initiative to expose and use these weapons to enter the White Tide Strait, then the pattern of the world will become more and more tense in the future.

"The war has begun, sir. ”

The soldiers said in unison, with an eerie aura on them, which the commander could not describe exactly, but instinctively feared as if they were facing a beast in the jungle.

This was far more than Curry had anticipated, and under the operation of the choir, the power of the secret blood had already penetrated every inch of Gaulinaro, and as Lawrence had said, he had to hold all the power in his hands, and all the power could only be subject to one will.

Instead of looking at the chief, Lawrence cast his gaze to the darkness outside the harbor, he reached out and put his hand on the putter, and then slowly pushed it to the limit.

"Then Lorenzo, prove yourself to me. ”

Under the red-hot night, the sea was boiling and tumbling, and before the people could recover from the successive explosions, they saw the giants advancing on the surface of the sea one after another, and the battleships did not have much ammunition on board due to the urgency of the sortie, but they did not need these either.

The gigantic bodies were like walls, and little by little, they blocked the sea, trapping Lorenzo in the harbor.

"What should I do?"

Hercule screaming? You can already see the encircled ships from the Silverfish? He didn't think that such a small ship could break through with Lawrence's encirclement.

"Compared to that, what about Lorenzo?"

Berau asked, the encirclement has not yet been fully formed? They still have time to escape.

"I ...... I don't know, Lorenzo just told me to listen to his voice? And I heard it, and he told us to run away. ”

As soon as Hercule finished speaking, Poirot answered.

"They're coming!"

"Poirot is talking again!" Hercule screamed again.

He pointed at Poirot? Gripping the shrike hard? Follow-up.

"Did you hear that? This rat is talking!"

"What are you doing?, how can a rat talk!" Shrike pushed Hercule away? Don't know why? The guys who stuck to Lorenzo all looked like they had mental problems.

"Right? Hercule, how can a mouse talk, you are too stupid!" Poirot agreed with the shriek.

"Sure enough...... Is it still my problem?"

I don't know if it's because of the sea, or something else, Hercule, who had been thinking fast before, was now sluggish like a fool, but he soon said again.

"It doesn't matter! Poirot says they're coming!"

Hercule said as he looked into the harbor, and he saw it in the light of the fire.

......

"Help! I'm running out of energy!"

The kestrel screamed as he ran, he was out of breath, wounded and bleeding, and with so much exertion, he felt like he was taking a step closer to hell with every step.

"Hold on!"

Haybold dragged the kestrel who almost fell, he and Erin didn't have much fighting, and Haybold himself wasn't injured, so he was in good shape.

Feeling this sudden help, the kestrel almost burst into tears.

"Uh-oh-oh!

Kestrel gritted his teeth, but he still insisted on talking bad things, but this was probably his last bad words.

Gradually, Haybold noticed that the kestrel's body was getting heavier and heavier, and in the end, it was almost him dragging the kestrel away, and he turned his gaze, only to find that the kestrel was already in a trance, and his eyes wandered.

"Hey, wake up, kestrels!"

Hybold shouted anxiously, but the kestrel replied with a weary response.

"Why don't you let me take a break first?"

The kestrel was a little unable to hold on, probably due to excessive blood loss, and he could no longer feel some physical pain, as if he was soaking in warm water.

"Damn, he's dying!

Hybod knew that this was due to the effect of the injury, and in the fierce battle before, the mortal body of the kestrel was almost dying.

"I don't know, it's still to come!"

Eve said, as she turned around with the heavy meteor on her shoulder, shooting backwards.

There was another thunderclap, and the rising flames turned the street into flames, and Eve didn't aim at all, the recoil shook her away, and after a few laps, with the Ranger's physique, she quickly got up again.

"They're coming!"

Erin retracted her gaze from behind, and after Eve's shooting, the choir warriors were once again revealed in the flames, his figure against the fire, like a dark ghost after another, giving endless pressure to several people.

After Lorenzo announced his retreat, a great exodus began, no one knew exactly how many soldiers there were, they were like endless, no matter how many were killed, there would always be more people coming out of the darkness, and because of the nature of Gabriel, as long as there was a place for the warriors, then Lawrence would follow him.

In order to allow everyone to evacuate safely, Lorenzo alone blocked most of the pursuers, but there were still a few people chasing after him, but even these people are not something that a few people can deal with now.

It's a disaster.

"Kestrel sober up!"

Eve covered her shoulders, and under the successive gunshots, her arms could not be supported for a long time, as if she had lost her strength, and she drooped down, as for the meteorite, Eve had no bullets to fire, and this ghost thing was so heavy that she threw it directly into the fire.

With her still able arm, Eve immediately slapped the kestrel twice, then shook him vigorously.

"Are you sober?"

Kestrel blushed and said in confusion.

"I think I should be given a flolender potion. ”

"There are no demons here, that ghost thing can't save you!"

Eve shook his shoulders and shouted loudly.

The kestrel wasn't eroded, he was just injured too much, and this strong soul was exhausted at the moment.

"We're almost there, Moon, didn't you say there's still a holiday to over?"

Erin cheered for Kestrel on the side, although these words of encouragement were useless, Kestrel suddenly felt that the situation was quite good at the moment.

Think about it, I have been so difficult for so long, how can He De be worried about two female friends today...... Although neither of these two female friends seems to be a good thing.

Suddenly, the kestrel actually wanted to recite a poem, or say something full of atmosphere, and he saw that this was the case, when a bullish person was going to die, he would say something cruel.

So what to say?

"Heaven doesn't give birth to me kestrel ......"

The kestrel immediately raised its head and was about to raise its head and roar something, but it only felt that its vision was confused, and then its words were held back.

Haybold was fed up with this crooked situation, and he carried the kestrel like a sack, probably irritating the kestrel's wound and causing him to cry wolf.

"So he's really dying? Is the dead still so alive?"

Haybold didn't bother to listen to the second half of the Kestrel sentence, but was amazed by the Kestrel Spirit's vitality.

In his opinion, Kestrel and Lorenzo are very similar but different guys, although these two guys always give you a look of dying in the next second, but Lorenzo gives people the feeling that this guy may die in the next second, but before he really dies, he can still kill a lot of people, and Kestrel is this guy is obviously going to die, but he still didn't die after shouting for a long time.

"Ah......h

The kestrel was carried on his shoulder, like a drunkard with a hangover, and he wanted to say something, but he could only let out a meaningless moan.

He actually feels very tired, but he is very tired and has to continue to talk bad things, Kestrel has always felt that life can be regarded as a performance, even if it is such a bad place, he still remains optimistic and something like that, the tragedy will probably turn into a comedy, and it can be regarded as deceiving himself?

I can't have a headache, and the kestrel can't think about these things clearly.

Kestrel raised his head as best he could, and then he saw everyone running away, the fireworks at the end of the street behind him, and the pursuing warriors, fortunately, the explosion destroyed the whole street, and the war horses couldn't catch up, but after this street it was not clear.

He also saw the figure dancing in the fireworks, Lorenzo jumped out from behind, and with a sword pinned a warrior to the ground, it seemed quite interesting, everyone was chased by the warriors, and the warriors were chased by Lorenzo, like a cat and mouse, depending on which unlucky guy was caught first.

Keep it up! Lorenzo Holmos!

Kestrel cheered for Lorenzo in his heart, and the life and death of this vote depended on him.

Thinking so, the kestrel closed its eyes and lowered its head.

Yes...... It's really easy to be carried by someone, but it's weird to be carried by a Viking hunk, not to mention that you're going to die...... If it could, the kestrel would still prefer to die in the crook of a woman's arms.

So in whose hands did he die?

Recall a few female colleagues who died in action as soon as they had a good feeling...... I can't remember what it looks like, so think about it from the people around you......

The kestrel seemed to think of someone, but before he could say anything bad, he gradually lost his voice.

......

Under the high-intensity fighting, the holy silver attached to the nail sword was almost gone, and the blade itself made of Bai Tie was also full of gaps and cracks at the moment.

I don't know how many times it was repeated, Lorenzo stabbed the blade of his sword, killing one of the warriors, he slowly turned his head, and more warriors stepped on the corpse and walked towards him.

They were endless, everyone wore that dark mask, and they all seemed to be Lawrence and none of them seemed to be.

"It's crazy...... Maybe you can do it, Lawrence. ”

Lorenzo had mixed emotions and finally said with a little respect.

Lawrence said that he might join Lorenzo, and in the same way, Lorenzo felt that at some point in his past, he might also recognize Lawrence's madness.

This is what Lawrence wants to tell Lorenzo, that Lawrence is no longer a man, a single individual, he is a will, an order to be carried out resolutely.

It's a pity that the two will never come together, they are undying enemies, with different positions and wills, until death.

Lorenzo wasn't sure what would come from continuing to let Lawrence's pursuit of the Secret Blood go this way, but he could vaguely feel that it would be a disaster that would engulf everyone, and perhaps everyone would die at Lawrence's hands before Lawrence's foresight of the future arrived.

After all, an uncontrollable monster like the Witcher should be left to dust, and ending it all as the last Witcher is the perfect ending.

Lorenzo felt that there must be a better solution to the dark future.

"Keeper of the Secret. ”

Lorenzo shook his head a little helplessly, it looked like he had to go to the so-called end of the world, but to do that, he had to get out alive first.

"You look terrible, Lorenzo, you could have left alone. ”

After the fire, another group of warriors came out, so many dead and wounded, but they were still endless, like a group of humanoid shells, they had no soul or will, they were just tools that Lawrence temporarily occupied.

"That's the difference between me and yours, Lawrence, I can still trust others, and they want to believe me, so I'm not going to let them die. ”

The secret blood has declined a little, and under such a high-intensity battle, Lorenzo's will has also begun to be exhausted, and he can't restrain his strength a little, but this tenacious figure is still between the warriors and Eve and others.

Emotions make us indecisive, connections with people give us a lot of weaknesses, and good things make us indulge in hypocrisy...... These are the reasons for Lorenzo Medici's failure, and I hope this will not be a reason for your failure. ”

Lawrence said that he thought Lorenzo was a stupid guy who couldn't be convinced, and he had used himself as an example, but Lorenzo was still so stubborn.

He was going to change Lorenzo, or kill him, after all, he was enough to accomplish this great feat.

Lorenzo laughed disdainfully at this, and he looked at the few guys who were running a little silly, and muttered to himself.

"Do you think Lorenzo Medici really failed?"

The image of the past resurfaced in front of me, in the hellish dry well, the two people bathed in blood, and countless demon hunters who died for it.

"Lorenzo Medici believed in me, so I survived, and now I choose to believe in them. ”

A smile tugged at Lorenzo's embarrassed face.

The secret blood boiled again, and the nail sword slammed into the ground, and then the rising glow pierced the darkness, creating a sea of fire across the street once more.

The flames blocked the warriors' advance.