The ears were cut by iron and gas, and a sharp chirp sounded, like thousands of needles, piercing Lorenzo's eardrums, and the simple swing brought strong pressure, and his chest was crushed to death, and it was difficult to breathe.

The vision in front of him was completely covered by the rising pure flame, and the raging blazing white fire roared in, and at this moment Lorenzo's mind was also blank, he had just learned the strangeness of the [gap], and then he received the Pope's onslaught, but beyond all this was the identity of the Pope.

Lorenzo wouldn't be mistaken, he would never be mistaken, the burning eyes under the mask were close at hand, he was a witcher.

The new Pope is a witcher! Seni Lothair is a witcher!

How is this possible?

Lorenzo was certainly aware of the Evangelical Church's wariness of witchers, and it was a miracle that Imam Lawrence had reached that height, but what was the matter with the new Pope in front of him? How did he do it, and what happened inside the Evangelical Church after Advent?

He had too many questions, but no one gave him answers, Lorenzo skillfully set up the nail sword, under the holy fireworks, he didn't even have the heart to resist, he could only retreat hard, but was slashed by the pursuing sword light.

Boiling fire burned on the rusty spiked sword, with a blazing temperature in Lorenzo...... Or rather, there was a hideous wound left on the body of the grave keeper, a wound directly burned by the high temperature, and there was not much blood gushing out of the severe pain.

Lorenzo's stumbling steps may have been the reason for his own invasion of the body, Lorenzo was extremely difficult to control, and the synchronization rate between consciousness and body could not keep up.

But before he could catch his breath, the blade of the sword swayed into a hurricane, and the roaring waves of fire carried countless flying petals, and in the dazzling light, the nail sword slashed hard.

It's a sword fight that no one knows about, in the graveyard of the witcher.

Lorenzo ducked to the side with all his might, his consciousness gradually taking control of the grave keeper's body in this moment of crisis, and in the process, chaotic memories came flooding his face, and at the same time a crazy voice sounded.

[Get out! Get out!]

Someone shouted in Lorenzo's ear, and he was crazy and tried his best.

The grave keeper was wailing and howling, and Lorenzo was so unfamiliar with it all that the encroached consciousness began to fight back in this desperate place.

The memories of the grave keeper, the voice of the grave keeper, the words and deeds of the grave keeper, all of them were impacting the intruder, trying to drive him out of his mind.

Lorenzo's mind was in turmoil, with a deadly sword strike from the Pope in front of him and a churning curse in his head in defiance.

This...... Is this what Lawrence has been through for a long time? The power of such a strange taboo.

Every power has a price to bear, and Lorenzo couldn't imagine how Lawrence could have managed it all.

Lorenzo simply gave up resisting, he staggered and ran, his vision blurred and confused by the interference of the grave keeper, and the sea of flowers in front of him brought stacks of ghosts, which felt like too many hallucinogens.

But the next moment he swung the blade of the sword in his hand vigorously, and the blade of the nail sword was full of gaps, with an old smell, as if it had never been maintained after a certain battle.

But this is the only weapon that Lorenzo can use at the moment, the grave keeper is obviously not a witcher, he is controlling a real mortal body, and it is the unknown Iron Pope who is fighting with it.

Instinctively swung the sword, blocking the sword blow from behind, but only the moment of impact, Lorenzo only felt the deep force from the hilt, and then the whole arm was numb, fortunately, Lorenzo gritted his teeth and clenched the blade, but then the sound of metal shattering sounded, and the old nail sword snapped.

The momentum took Lorenzo straight out of the way, and advanced several meters in the sea of flowers before slowly stopping, the damp soil was turned over, and he lay in it scarred.

The new pope did not continue the pursuit, he held the flaming nail sword, the cold mask covered his face, he seemed to be a little confused, stopped in place, did not rush forward.

He did have some doubts, because the guy in front of him was a little different from the previous "that thing", it seemed to be too weak, even a little rusty, although it was only a few seconds of fighting, but he could feel that he was like a toddler, he didn't seem to understand how to use this power.

It was strange, and the new pope's feelings were getting stranger and stranger, but the vigilance in his heart would not let him relax, and he would not let go of any of them.

Slowly approaching, and then Lorenzo scolded angrily.

"Quiet!"

He barely got up from the ground, clutching his broken sword, scolding at the consciousness of resistance.

The grave keeper's consciousness scratched at Lorenzo, but it was torn apart by his cruel cuts, and little by little destruction under his rage, blood flowing from the corners of his eyes, until the terrible erosion was released from it, and the constant corruption and torture made the voice of survival weaken until it disappeared.

Lorenzo slowly stood up, and under the threat of death, he successfully suppressed the weak consciousness, and his hand brushed over the sea of flowers, and from it he picked up a new nail sword, which was still rusty, but at least intact.

He put on the same stance as the new Pope, which was the stance of the witchers, the starting hand of Bologna's swordplay.

Taking a deep breath, trying to suppress the pain and exhaustion in his body, and calming the restless heart again, as the new Pope thought, Lorenzo was a toddler, he didn't know anything about the application of [gap], everything was groping.

To be honest, Lorenzo really misses Watson now, although this is an unknowable devil, but Watson said a lot, she never harmed Lorenzo, but she gave Lorenzo a choice, and the result of the choice made Lorenzo into a catastrophe.

This devil is still quite reliable, if he kneels down and kisses the surface of her feet now, maybe he with the blessing of the pseudo-Holy Grail can directly take over the new pope in front of him.

However, Lorenzo also knew that Watson would not respond to his call, this strange existence must be secretly planning something, and he also understood that although it sounded a bit nonsense, Lorenzo still valued such a thing as dignity, and he couldn't do such a thing as kissing his feet.

Under the huge pressure, Lorenzo's thoughts couldn't help but diverge, the mortal body was obviously a little difficult to bear him, the body of the tomb keeper shook slightly, but finally stood firmly, clenched the nail sword in his hand and pointed at the new pope in front of him.

Lorenzo wondered what would happen if he died here? After all, he was in a state of a ghost now, and Fan Tie shouldn't be able to kill a ghost like himself, right?

But what if? What if one's consciousness is annihilated here? Will the body in the black angel lose its vitality like a vegetative person and can only lie in the hospital bed forever?

Lorenzo couldn't figure out that without a mentor to guide him, he could only explore and test alone.

In the eyes of the new pope, the tomb keeper suddenly laughed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and wiped his eyes covered by dirty blood, full of war.

No, maybe death is just repatriation?

Lorenzo also felt that he had been a little reckless in going home this time, he didn't know how to return to the Black Angels, if he remembered correctly, the old Dunling was not a long way from the Seven Hills.

Of course, these are all things that can be verified, as long as Lorenzo makes a mistake, he will be killed by the new pope with a sword, but before being killed, Lorenzo will do his best to test the new pope.

He was a demon hunter, a demon hunter who did not know his affiliation, did not know his identity, and even said that he might have been corrupted by demons, and that the entire gospel church was now just a lie.

"Come on?"

Lorenzo provoked.

The new pope had no words or superfluous movements, he was a little confused about the visitor today, they were usually silent, never responding to any of their words, and simply carrying out the assassination.

"You...... It's a bit special. He said.

"Of course. ”

Lorenzo was referring to the pseudo-chalice he was carrying, and Lorenzo still didn't know what it could do, another unsolved mystery.

But the small talk was over, and as soon as the words fell, the new pope moved, and the pure white robe burst into flames, like a blazing pure white thunder, and he was so swift that it fell in front of Lorenzo's eyes in a blink of an eye.

It was a mountain of pressure, and despite the brief time of contact, Lorenzo could feel that he was far younger and more powerful than Lawrence.

And very rational power, but a kind of desire, human beings are driven by desire, the more greedy desire, the more human beings can burn, and he is like the scorching sun.

Without a moment of hesitation, Lorenzo slumped down sharply, dodging the sweeping blade, and as it passed, a sharp beep filled Lorenzo's hearing.

This is not a sword blow that Lorenzo can parry, at least not with the mortal body of the grave keeper, if Lorenzo does not dodge, but instead of hard as before, this time it may not only cut off the nail sword, but also Lorenzo's bones and flesh, all shattered under that violent arc.

The Witcher reacted far faster than a mortal body, and Lorenzo could only look for an opportunity to fight back in this deadly crack.

He no longer expected to escape from the hands of the new pope, the mortal body is now the greatest burden, Lorenzo is the new pope in the mission, with the strength of the secret blood he can heal, and he only needs to bear it once, the fragile body of the grave keeper will die.

Lorenzo didn't know what would happen to him in his ghost state after he was killed, but he had to at least get more information before then, information about the power of the new pope.

The mortal body does not retreat, but advances, and in this fatal sword blow, Lorenzo thrust forward violently, straight to the nail sword in his hand, this move is so familiar to the eyes of the new pope, every witcher will have a sword skill.

If he didn't react, the blow would have crossed his defenses and hit him directly in the chest, in a mortal war, this blow could directly take the life of an enemy, but he was not a mortal, and he had secret blood surging in his body.

The new pope didn't want to dodge at all, and the nail sword cut directly through half of the body of the tomb guard, cutting off the entire arm along the shoulder, and the blood stained his robe, scattered on those pure white flowers, scarlet dotted everything.

The intense pain was transmitted directly to Lorenzo's consciousness, and he felt the same as this body, but after all, he was also a witcher, and Lorenzo's tolerance for pain was far beyond ordinary people, and even this did not change the direction of his sword.

The nail sword stabbed straight at the new pope, this time like a weak thrash of a young child, even in the mission, which could not do the slightest damage, and the falling blade had been raised again, and the nail sword lifted a curtain of blazing fire, and it rolled up the petals that flew and scattered them as gray ashes in the fall.

This time it's an oblique split, from top to bottom, which will cut off the grave keeper's head, and even cut it in half with a sword along his neck.

But Lorenzo didn't care, and there was a slight smile on his somewhat stiff face.

He's close enough.

Consciousness's control of the body suddenly weakened, and the synchronization began to lose rate, like a running machine, each unit went offline one by one, Lorenzo lost control of the body, but at the same time the strange phantom came out of the flesh and blood like a rising soul.

The new Pope could see the somewhat distorted and illegible ghost, vague but distinct, like the indescribable evil that had come out of a black fairy tale.

Lorenzo was calm, and said that he had gone crazy for a long time, but he had been crazy for too long, and he acted like a normal person.

There were so many surprises on this trip home that he couldn't think about it, and he didn't have time to think about the consequences, so he made a crazy decision.

Why not try to take possession of the body of the new pope?

The illusory ghost broke out of the physical restraints, and at such a close distance, the new pope had nowhere to hide, and Lorenzo was about to succeed, his hand lightly touching his body, and then passing through it with ease.

Lorenzo succeeded?

Before he could think about it, the body of the new pope strangely collapsed in the air, like an illusory remnant sun, melted wax oil, accompanied by rising petals, blurred in sight.

"Got you......"

An icy voice rang out.

Lorenzo turned his head sharply, but what caught his eyes was the steel mask, in the deep darkness, the fire that ignited seemed to directly penetrate the constraints of the dimension, burning his soul, in the endless pain, Lorenzo saw something in the white light.

For a moment, he seemed to lose all his strength, Lorenzo's eyes were a little dazed, and at this time, the new pope also slowly stretched out his hand, he knew that he couldn't touch Lorenzo, and the will could not be killed by mortal iron, but it could be replaced by a better will.

A chaotic and twisted hell unfolds before Lorenzo's eyes, and crazy visions torment lost souls.