Under the rainstorm, a dark blue silhouette stood above the stagnant water, his gaze hollow, but the blazing white fireworks rolled up inside, and his hand held a hammer and sword, like some ghost with nowhere to go.

"Damn! Damn!"

The witchers cursed angrily, angry, but the hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, they realized the gap between themselves and Lorenzo, the witcher from the old order in front of them had made all the preparations before all this happened, and what was even more terrifying was that even if he abandoned those special "gifts", Lorenzo's power seemed to be extremely powerful at the moment.

Forged from the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail and carrying the will of the Night of Advention, these witchers who had never truly experienced despair seemed so harmless to Lorenzo's eyes.

The identity of the hunter and the prey was reversed, and in the silence of fear, Michael the Witcher could no longer hold back, the blazing fireworks rose, and the secret blood was as hot as lava, incinerating the body while constantly healing the Witcher himself.

Demonization.

Someone had to make a sacrifice at this moment so that they could kill Lorenzo and not be slaughtered by Lorenzo.

The original idea seemed so ridiculous at the moment, that they were trying to capture this terrible monster, their frightened eyes reflecting the emaciated but powerful shell.

The demon hunters couldn't understand why the witcher who could be easily defeated before suddenly became so powerful, as if some kind of metamorphosis had occurred.

But Lorenzo didn't answer their questions, the burning sun began to approach, bringing the heat along with the hot steam, Lorenzo did not rush to attack, but slowly retreated, and then the whole figure was obscured by the roaring wind and rain, and as Michael the Witcher approached, the surging steam intensified the obscuration.

The Chandafeng Witcher was stunned at first, not understanding why Lorenzo had suddenly chosen to evacuate, and then he shouted.

"You idiot!

He yelled at Michael the Witcher, it would be difficult for Lorenzo to fight head-on in the face of so many demonstrative witchers, but with this bad weather, he was completely capable of smashing them one by one like a ghost, and the rising steam just now helped Lorenzo more perfectly, making him disappear from the sight of the witchers.

Why did Lorenzo suddenly become so strong, in fact, he has always been strong, but he has limited himself for one strange reason after another.

042 is existing, self is existing, Lorenzo Holmos is being.

It is unclear where Watson has fled, but what is known is that Lorenzo, a jailer, no longer has to stick to the rules he had set for himself.

He was freed from that damn duty, that damn curse, and he was free, so the secret blood continued to rise, pushing its power to the limit.

As the blazing fireworks grew brighter and brighter, the Chandal Witchers stared at the rain curtain around them, trying to pinpoint the potential future, and as they glanced at it, they suddenly saw that a spiked sword would stab out from that angle in a few seconds, trying to slay another witcher.

"There!"

He roared, and as he had spoken, a sharp spiked sword pierced the rain curtain, but with the reminder of the Chandafir Witcher, it gave the others enough time to prepare, but strangely there was no one behind the nail.

It was a spiked sword that had been thrown.

"Sometimes, the future can be misguided. ”

A ghostly voice sounded behind him, and the next moment a sharp nail sword pierced his chest.

The Chanda-chan witcher couldn't believe it, he grabbed the nail sword that pierced his chest, and tried to do anything to resist, but he couldn't do anything.

Predicting the future requires a goal, such as predicting what will happen to you next, and what will happen to the area in front of you, but the storm obscured Lorenzo's figure, and the Chandafeng witcher lost the goal of his prediction, and he himself was so frightened that he made a decision the moment he saw the future.

"Lorenzo Holmos!"

The Chanda-chan roared, his entire body crashing in a moment, flesh wrapped like vines around the piercing spike, making Lorenzo unable to pull it out, as he swung the spiked sword and slashed behind him.

There is nothing to hesitate about, in this case, only a critical breakthrough and the beginning of demonization can confront Lorenzo.

But then there was a clash of metal, and instead of defending against the blow, Lorenzo let it fall, but the spiked sword failed to hurt Lorenzo, but was blocked by the dense armor.

"It shouldn't be......"

Shang Dafeng Demon Hunter didn't understand, obviously Lorenzo had already faded his armor at that time, and then his pupils tightened, and the position where the nail sword hit, the armor was constantly peeling off, this was a temporary generation of armor, although it was fast but low in strength, and it had begun to shatter after only one attack.

This is Lorenzo's application of power, covering the armor at a specific location before the attack falls, sacrificing strength in exchange for faster combat and the power to mislead the enemy.

Lorenzo raised the hammer high, and in that burning gaze, the future of death overlapped with the present.

I don't know whether it was fear, anger, or the desire to survive, the Chandal Witcher gave everything to the devil hidden in his blood, so his body was hideous and strange, and countless futures kept flashing in his mind, destroying his sanity.

Demonization.

The Chanda-chan witcher roared, like a child who had just been born into this world, and let out a sharp cry, but the cry was covered by a muffled explosion, and the armor-piercing hammer slammed into its skull, he was not a Medanzo witcher, he didn't have the sturdy armor, and under Lorenzo's power, the skull split in an instant, and the hammer head was nailed into the flesh.

And that wasn't the end of it, as the force of the antimony's ignition pushed the mace downward, violently smashing his entire head along with his chest.

Only half of the skull remained, and after the demonization, the witcher had begun to approach the demon, and under the strong vitality, a little flesh and blood barely connected to the remnant of the skull, and the part of the chest was completely exploded, and the bleak bones and hot flesh were clearly visible underneath.

The heart that had been pierced by Lorenzo was beating again under this force, and a piece of flesh could be seen rising and falling regularly through the hideous wound in his chest.

"Lorenzo, Lorenzo, Lorenzo Holmos!"

The flesh twitched, and the wounded trachea made a twisting sound like some kind of curse. Second Chinese Network

The body of the Shang Da Feng Demon Hunter in front of him was a little shaky, and after the demonization, the Demon Hunter's reason would continue to decline until he was eroded into a demon.

From the hideous wound, you can see that Lorenzo's brutal blow just broke his spine, but he was not paralyzed by it, and the hypertrophic flesh firmly bound the spine and straightened his body.

"Lorenzo!

The Chandaph Demon Hunter continued to growl, and under the erosion of demonization, he could hardly utter a complete sentence, and could only curse the name continuously.

He pulled the spiked sword out of his body, trying to slash the witcher in front of him, but all he could do was slash meaninglessly.

The Chandafeng Witcher could no longer see Lorenzo, this was his first attempt at a critical breakthrough, but as a Protestant Witcher, he had not experienced true despair at all, nor did he know the horror of the secret blood, at this moment, it was like a child who had obtained a heavy blade, and he simply could not harness this power.

The power began to spiral out of control, and countless futures flashed in his eyes, like overlapping mirrors, and he could no longer distinguish between the unreal and the real.

"It's so pitiful......"

Lorenzo said as he put away the armor-piercing hammer and instead took out his shotgun, stabbing it down the wound in his chest.

These witchers were merely slaves of the new pope, who had been assembled at will for the new pope's will, and they never realized how heavy the price of this power was.

Pull the trigger, and a blazing fire bursts out of the wound, blazing.

There was footsteps behind him, and Lorenzo turned his head to look, only to see one hideous figure after another, as well as the power of extreme madness.

Demonization.

Under Lorenzo's threat, all the witchers chose to break through, and in order to keep Lorenzo here forever, this power continued to rise until his body was twisted into a demon.

No, these guys obviously don't have that kind of awareness of death, something must be disturbing them.

"Is that you? Moriarty!"

Lorenzo asked the wind, but no one answered him, but Lorenzo didn't care about it.

At such a fateful moment, Lorenzo suddenly closed his eyes.

Power Raphael will drag people into a state of confusion, but there is a prerequisite for its triggering, and that is to look at the person who triggered it.

Lorenzo had never figured out when he had met Moriarty, but then he had more or less guessed it.

It's the rain, it's this seemingly endless storm.

The transparent liquid produces a mirror-like effect, and perhaps in a casual moment of Lorenzo's inadvertent moment, Moriarty can use these mirrors as a medium to connect with Lorenzo's line of sight.

But the Witcher's burning pupils were so striking in the darkness that the best way for Moriarty to hide them was through the slash of thunder.

When the blazing thunder overlapped with the burning gaze, it was Lorenzo's moment of illusion.

The thunder roared, and Lorenzo's eyes were still closed, and if he opened them, he would most likely be captured by Power Raphael, but if he didn't, he would be torn apart by the witchers.

At this grim moment, a loud whistle sounded, and it seemed as if some beast of steel was running wild in this storm.

An iron snake was rumbling forward, but the view was blocked by the heavy rain, and it was not clear which direction the iron snake was coming from, and it was at this time that Lorenzo took out the last weapon in the suitcase.

If your plan is right, if it all goes the way you envisioned.

No, there's no need to doubt yourself, you're the great Lorenzo Holmos, and you can't lose.

Lorenzo pulled the trigger, and the hook shot into the other end of the rain curtain, and soon after the huge force pulled Lorenzo to move, and the witchers didn't have time to intercept him, only to see Lorenzo pull the rope violently, breaking through the rain curtain and landing on the iron snake.

Then he opened his eyes, and could see a familiar figure looking at him at the end of the rain curtain.

Power Raphael is also limited by distance, and Lorenzo is out of Moriarty's sphere of influence above the swift serpent.

At the same time, a red firework lit up the sky, Lorenzo couldn't help but look up, and could see the burning trail across the sky, as if it was a divine punishment, even the violent wind and rain could not restrict its progress, and finally fell into the other side of the rain curtain like a meteor, and then a roaring explosion sounded, and an even brighter crimson lit up there.

Ascalon, the damn heavy artillery, someone is firing inside Old Dunling...... No, it's the Montenegrin hospital, someone is firing at the Montenegrin hospital.

Lorenzo stared at the burning fire in amazement, not knowing what was going on inside the Black Mountain Hospital, but he quickly dispelled these thoughts, he had no room to care about the others, he had more important things to do.

Jumping inside the Iron Serpent, you can see that it is a modified Iron Serpent, except for a chair, the walls of the carriage are covered with weapons, and there is a medical kit on the floor, and Lorenzo sees a sticky note in the corner that reads "Hellish Sponsorship of the Stuart Family and North Dero".

Two Iron Serpents travel on different railroad tracks, one to attract the witchers for surprise attacks, and the other to help Lorenzo quickly escape the battlefield while resting and preparing for the rest of the battle.

Although the great detective was very intelligent, he was still a man after all, and he still felt tired and tired, he leaned back in his chair, calmed down the restless secret blood, lit a cigarette for himself, and in the smoke rising, picked up the few pieces of paper that Oscar had torn for him from the aviation manual.

He had to find a place without a "mirror" to fight Moriarty, and this battlefield, with the assistance of North Drow, was ready.

Lorenzo was not worried that Moriarty would not fall for the scheme, just like Moriarty said to himself at the time, he was too obsessed with eradicating demons, so he gave Moriarty the opportunity to design, but in this way, why wouldn't Moriarty be like this?

He was too obsessed, obsessed with destroying Lorenzo, obsessed with turning Lorenzo into a monster like him, and under this sick obsession, Moriarty was destined to fall into the trap set by Lorenzo, and all the threads were tied together, and this was the only way.