The entire Reichenbach was completely plunged into darkness, and Lorenzo was like a grim reaper in the shadows, silently shuttling through it, looking for traces of its prey.

The old Dunling was intricate, and if the witchers wanted to escape, Lorenzo simply had no ability to hunt them all down, so he used himself as a bait to attract them, and on this speeding airship, they had no chance of escaping, as Lorenzo said, only one party could leave alive.

Of course, more important than that, the environment here perfectly limits Moriarty's power.

A prerequisite for the activation of Power Raphael is to look at the target, and in the outside world, the Tempest provides the perfect environment for Moriarty to unleash his power, but this is different.

It was closed and dark, and the burning eyes of the witchers would expose them to the darkness if they hastily activated their powers, and they were so bright that Lorenzo had enough time to anticipate the situation and avoid all of them.

But as mentioned before, Lorenzo was really going to use it to escape, and even the subsequent route planning was ready, he crashed the airship on a certain coast, and then made his way along the coast, if he was lucky, he would hijack a few merchant ships, or something, and then with the help of North Drow, all the way to the Vikings.

Lorenzo wasn't joking with Gareth, he was really going to see the Northern Lights, but all that was changed by Moriarty's actions, and he managed to provoke Lorenzo.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

It's easy to understand.

There was a sharp sound of wind in the darkness, and then the bones and flesh were torn apart, the chest was roughly split, and the heart that was still beating vigorously was completely shattered.

Blood spurted from the wound in his throat, and he didn't even have time to scream, the dull sound of gunfire erupted along the hideous wound in his chest, shattering his entire skull.

"First ......"

Above the mutilated corpse, Lorenzo whispered.

This is a perfect hunting ground, the witches can not awaken the secret blood, but in this case their physique is only stronger than ordinary people, as long as they attack quickly enough, they can still kill them, but if they awaken the secret blood and strengthen their own body, the blazing white pupils will expose them to the darkness.

It's a good feeling to exhale a mouthful of turbidity.

Lorenzo was always bound by strange things, but this is normal, once you have contact with other people, you are bound by other people, and although Lorenzo has always tried to avoid all this, his efforts are minimal.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was always worried that one day when he came home, Lady Vanrood and Seeger would die tragically at home, and there was no lifelong friendship between them, but as Lady Vanroud said, even if a dog has been raised for a long time, there will be some feelings.

So Lorenzo was always clean and never brought any trouble home, but this time he failed.

He was worried about something strange, he was afraid that the battle with the Protestant Order would hurt the innocent people, those who were barely friends themselves, after all, there were not many people Lorenzo could call friends.

If the sword is broken, it can be reforged, and if the gun is broken, there will be a new one, but when a person dies, it is dead, and there is nothing left.

But this time it's different, this time Lorenzo won't be bound by anything, he can do it freely, even if he takes everyone to hell, and there won't be an unlucky ghost who dies inexplicably because of Lorenzo.

He was overjoyed, this was an airship bound for hell, the passengers here were the worst prisoners, and he was the captain of the righteous ship, and he was vowing to send these demons back to the burning cavern.

"This is Captain Lorenzo Holmos! Welcome aboard!

Lorenzo's voice echoed through the dark cabin through the radio.

The sneaking witchers stopped their actions one after another, it seemed that they didn't expect that they had already been exposed, but more of them were puzzled, this time there was no cover of the rainstorm, under the encirclement of so many witchers, Lorenzo had nowhere to escape, and from his voice, this guy was not only not afraid, but excited.

The smell of blood came from the darkness, the deep smell of blood alerted them, this time the demon hunters did not disperse, after experiencing the battle in the rain, they had clearly realized what kind of monster they were facing at the moment.

A monster that survived the night of Advent.

"Come on!"

The sound of joy sounded at the end of the darkness, and the eyes were blazing like lights.

The blazing white fireworks rose almost at the same time as the sound sounded, and the demon hunters looked at them like torches, and clenched their nail swords, but this light could not illuminate the deep darkness, and vague shadows wriggled in it, and without hesitation, they came directly with the nail sword.

Heavy fireworks were reflected on the smooth blade, and the fireworks dissipated, and the terrified countenance was pierced by cold steel.

The demon hunters cooperated with each other, and in an instant the crossed swords slashed the figure before it could attack, but as they got closer, they were horrified to find that what they had killed was a broken body.

His arms were severed, blood was pouring out of his throat along the hideous severity, and his throat was slit, so he could only make a whimpering sound, tears welling up from the hunter's eyes, he wanted to say something, but there was no chance, the blades of the other witchers pierced his heart and spine for the first time, and he was like a puppet that had lost its support, and he went limp.

This wasn't Lorenzo, it was another witcher he had slain.

"Here!"

The voice came from behind them, but before they could look around, violent energy surged from the broken body, the lacquer antimony was detonated by the piercing sword strike, and in this closed and small space, the crimson fireworks erupted, completely tearing apart the broken corpses, and the rising heat wave engulfed all the surrounding witchers in an instant.

Pillars of flame erupted from one side of the Leichenbach, destroying the sturdy outer walls, and before the fireworks could burn completely, a violent wind dragged the witchers under the air pressure difference, and swept them out of the Lesinbach and into the air.

The remnants of the witchers pierced their sharp swords into the walls to keep themselves steady, and the icy rain and wind poured into the cabin, and they didn't even have time to care about their own injuries, and it was at this point that the snails slashed through the chests of the witchers.

"I said I was here, why am I so careless?"

A demonic voice rang out from behind him, Lorenzo's eyes were calm, and the gray-blue mirror reflected the witcher's distorted face.

He didn't activate the Secret Blood from the beginning, so he was perfectly hidden in the darkness, and the demon hunters never found him.

"Damn it!"

The witcher roared, trying to return the fire, but Lorenzo drew his spiked sword cleanly, and before he could react, he quickly drew his sword again.

Like a flash of thunder, the nail sword directly cut off the sword-holding arm of the witcher, he lost his mind slightly, and then the wind pushed him, his hand still holding the nail sword inserted into the wall, but the connected arm had been cut off, and he didn't have time to make any movement, and was kicked down by Lorenzo and swept into the wind.

Lorenzo looked at the storm clouds below, after such a long voyage, the Lesinbach had been climbing upward, at such a height, the witcher would have fallen directly into the flesh, even if he had the power Medanzo, he would have been shaken into a cloud of blood by the violent impact. Hundred Flowers Literature

Raising his head, his gaze fell on the witches behind the gap, and the lacquered antimony hidden in the corpse detonated the entire corridor, separating Lorenzo from the rest of the witches.

Lorenzo was in no hurry to continue his attack, he picked up a cigarette, smiled at the surviving witchers, and then turned and stepped into the darkness again.

The Leichenbach is a large airship, and as a civilian airship, it is used for sightseeing, not only with a large restaurant, but also with a large ballroom in the center of the airship, which is enough space for Lorenzo and the witchers to play hide-and-seek.

But as Lorenzo advanced, the radio sounded again.

"Mr. Lorenzo Holmos!"

Lorenzo's pace froze, and then he looked up at the megaphone in the corner of the hallway.

"This is James Moriarty, I'm waiting for you in the ballroom. ”

The sound sounded, then stopped, and there was no more fluctuation.

After a brief pause, Lorenzo laughed, he was not surprised by Moriarty's actions, this was a trap he had carefully planned, and the witchers no longer had the advantage they had before under his premeditation, and they would only be disintegrated by Lorenzo if they scattered.

Moriarty had set the battlefield there, and presumably all the witchers had gathered there, and Lorenzo would not have a chance to continue to attack them, and what would follow would only be a brutal frontal war.

Lorenzo didn't care, he clenched his sword and hammer, but the direction he was not going was the ballroom.

The dimly lit ballroom was filled with silent witchers, all hooded and unable to see their faces, and the deadliest of all, Moriarty, was hidden in the crowd.

This is a game between the two sides, the final chess game, and Moriarty is curious to know how Lorenzo will fight back against him and how to solve the existing situation.

Lorenzo is very strong, this is undeniable, in a one-on-one situation, all the witchers are not his opponents, they will only be easily crushed, find the weakness, and kill with one hit, but with the increase of witchers and the activation of power, Lorenzo's strength will also be controlled little by little, and in the end it will become a long grappling.

All the witchers are here at the moment, and with Moriarty's own strange and multifaceted powers, this is a lot of pressure for Lorenzo.

Moriarty doesn't know how to swordsmanship, and he doesn't know how to fight, but he is mad, and the power Raphael is very suitable for him, and in his hands this power will give everyone the most terrible nightmares.

Lorenzo knew that once he was captured by Power Raphael, Lorenzo's defeat was assured, but if Lorenzo dodged and killed Moriarty before that, then the rest of the game would not be a problem for him.

Whether it's Moriarty or Lorenzo, they know very well what the odds are going to be, and now it's all about finding a way to end it.

The witchers stood in the darkness, and they stood in a circle, and Moriarty hid in them, and they waited for Lorenzo to arrive, and after a long wait there were footsteps at the end of the darkness.

"Welcome! Mr. Holmos!"

Moriarty's voice rang out in the dark crowd, but it was impossible to judge his location by virtue of these.

There was no sound in the darkness, Lorenzo seemed to be standing not far away and watching them, for the witchers the darkness was not an obstacle, with the power of the secret blood, they could see things in the darkness clearly.

So pair after pair of eyes burned, trying to find Lorenzo's location in the darkness, but then they heard it.

It's gunshots.

The blazing dragon's breath cut through the darkness, tumbling and rolling and destroying everything in its path, but it couldn't kill the witchers, the dense iron armor covered the body, and the Medanzo witcher stood at the front and directly resisted the fire, the red-hot scale armor fell off one by one, followed by a burning gaze.

Swing your sword, fire, or rush straight into everyone's eyes?

The Chandal Hunters scanned the darkness and tried to see Lorenzo's next move, but then the rain fell.

A drizzle of rain fell from above the darkness, and the Dragon's Breath set off the Reisinbach's fire, and icy water poured out of the pipes, baptizing the ballroom.

No...... Something isn't quite right.

The hunter's expression became frightened, he saw the future next, an endless sea of fire, he kept adjusting his vision, but no matter which direction he looked, it was a burning hell.

No...... No...... He saw, at the end of that sea of fire, a vague figure, like the figure of a demon.

"This ...... Not water. ”

The witcher raised his hand and caught the rain, which was slightly reflected in the blazing gaze, but it was grayish-black, slightly viscous, as if some kind of liquid had been diluted.

"Run!"

Shang Dafeng Demon Hunter roared, power does not deceive, the future does not deceive, he saw, the burning hell.

At the same time, the paused footsteps sounded again, and Lorenzo belatedly at the end of the darkness with a burning cigarette in his mouth.

He looked very relaxed, picked up the burning cigarette, and said casually.

"Good tactic, but stupid tactic. ”

The burning cigarette butts were tossed into the drizzling rain, and Lorenzo looked at each witcher indifferently.

"That saves me from going back and forth to you, so why don't you just kill you here?" Moriarty. ”

The faint spark fell into darkness, and the next moment the rising flames were ignited, and the scorching waves swept over the stagnant water, burning everything around them, and continued to burn along the diluted crude oil, as if standing in a volcanic crater, and the crimson of the twilight rose.

The air was heated to the extreme, followed by a roaring heat wave accompanied by the roar of fireworks.

The witchers struggled and wailed in the flames, like sinners in hell, while Lorenzo split the fireworks and heat waves and strode forward.

"I'm here to kill you, Moriarty. ”

Lorenzo was so happy that he swung his sword and cut off a flaming head.