Huge dark clouds rolled up above the old Dunling, as if the whole sky had become an inverted funnel, and all the rain and clouds were swept into this whirlpool, and from time to time thunder slashed in it, and it seemed that a blazing white sun rose in the clouds.

Like a solitary whale, the Lessingbach was helplessly navigating the roaring sea of clouds, and after a series of Lorenzo designs, several explosions had caused problems with the civilian airship, and its overall tilt was slightly tilted, but fortunately the huge airbag was not damaged, like a fallen leaf rising with the wind.

In the burning dance hall, the endless fire continued, the blazing flames continued to burn upwards along the falling crude oil, the pipes hidden in the ceiling were also ignited, the wooden structure carbonized and peeled off, revealing the red-burned skeleton, and the fire continued to spread, as if there was no end.

The demon hunters wailed, the fire could not kill them who had awakened the secret blood, but the heart-rending pain was still unbearable for themselves.

The skin is dry and cracked, completely charred and falls off, but then under the powerful vitality of the secret blood, new skin is covered on the flesh and blood, and so on.

In the midst of this sea of fire, Lorenzo walked forward like a demon, and under the disturbance of fire and severe pain, the demon hunters could not stop Lorenzo in the first place, and could only let him continue his atrocities.

The nail sword fell and raised, and one figure after another fell into the sea of fire, and there was no more sound.

This is the slaughterhouse for the new Order, and as the witcher of the old Order, Lorenzo is far crazier than they thought.

But this suppression did not last long, the forbidden power of the secret blood could not be burned out by fire, the dense iron armor smashed through the sea of fire, and the Medanzo witcher raised his nail sword and slashed at Lorenzo's head.

Lorenzo was not surprised by this violent attack, in fact, he did not think that he could kill all the demon hunters with this little means, but he also knew very well that he had to be quick and fast, and he must not fight with these demon hunters, once he was dragged down, the advantages of these "surprise attacks" he had created earlier would be leveled.

Lorenzo took a deep breath, the scorching air pouring into his mouth, sending bursts of burning pain, before turning sideways to avoid the blow.

After missing the first blow, the Medanzo witcher did not continue to pursue, in this short battle he had clearly realized the gap between his side and Lorenzo, he could not attack rashly, what he needed to do more than find a way to kill Lorenzo was to drag Lorenzo.

Boiling fireworks burned between the two, and the wind that rolled up from nowhere, blowing and scattering countless sparks like stars scattered in the sky.

In a trance, it was as if all this was really in hell, fighting with these returning dead, and under the firelight, the Medanzo witcher and Lorenzo were the same hideous, and there was no way back for either side.

The nail sword hung slightly, this was a familiar sword momentum, and both sides made the same movement, and then the dragged blade rolled up with fire.

This is a battlefield that is difficult for mortals to set foot in, the sword light quickly turned into a distorted white light, the sparks were enveloped by the swinging air current, and the entire air could only be seen distorted by the heat and slashing, and countless sword sounds and starlight burst out of thin air.

The last time the two swords touched, both Lorenzo and Medanzo witchers put away their blades at this moment and retreated, but it was not a retreat, but for the next more ferocious attack.

Set up the nail sword full of gaps, and without the slightest hesitation, stabbed at the enemy in front of him.

Both sharp spike swords hit both sides of the battle, but equally, they were hindered by dense iron armor.

The snakes entangled around Lorenzo's body, their scarlet eyes closed, solidified into a hard iron to protect Lorenzo, and the same happened to Medanzo Witcher.

It seemed that the two would continue to stalemate like this, but at this moment the variables appeared, Lorenzo did not accumulate strength to prepare for the next blow, but stepped forward directly, shortening the distance between himself and the Medanzo witcher, and slashed the sword again, and was caught by the backhand after it was useless, and the next moment the hilt of the sword smashed the solid face armor.

"Insidious and cunning!"

Lorenzo was excited, this blow would not hurt the Medanzo witcher, but the sturdy armor could not withstand the impact.

In the era before the appearance of firearms, the battlefield was dominated by iron armor and war horses, and in the face of those heavy armor, it was difficult for the sword to break through those defenses, so the best way to fight these ironclad defenses was to use blunt weapons.

Under Lorenzo's brutal force, a dent was smashed into the top of the visor, and countless cracks spread along the notch, and pure white flames rose from the gaps.

A roaring sound echoed in the ears of the Medanzo witcher, and his entire vision shook with the blow.

Lorenzo was in the ascendancy again, his smile growing sinister as the smell of fireworks and blood irritated his nerves.

Distorted and deformed, it turned into a demonic abomination in the eyes of the Medanzo witcher.

Gripping the hilt of the sword, he lifted the nail sword again, and it fell, like a landslide.

With the wail of metal, the nail sword shattered into countless pieces, and the Medanzo witcher tried to set up the nail sword to block, but the defense was so weak in front of the enraged Lorenzo that it was easily cut off.

But the deadly blade failed to fall, and several identical swords stabbed out of the sea of fire, standing in front of him, fending off Lorenzo's sword blows.

And that's not all.

More spikes broke through the flames, piercing Lorenzo's joints, stabbing him in the back, and some narrowly missing through his heart.

Like the knight of the end, he has several swords in his body.

The Medanzo Witcher succeeded, and he dragged Lorenzo back, giving the other Witchers a chance to breathe.

In order to increase his agility, Lorenzo did not cover his armor all over his body, but increased the armor at the vital points, and the witchers knew this, and they discovered Lorenzo's mastery of power in the previous battle, as long as he was given time to predict, he could arrange the armor in advance of the injured position.

But this time the attack was launched from a different angle and at different times, and Lorenzo was immersed in the fight with the Medanzo witchers, which gave them a chance.

Lorenzo's expression was stunned, and even the furious fireworks froze, but then he laughed, perhaps with a nail sword piercing his trachea, and his laughter sounded strange, an indescribable sound.

Lorenzo was dead, in the eyes of the witchers, and they clenched their swords so hard that they could slice the damned detective in front of them to pieces with a single blow.

The witchers captured Lorenzo, but in the same way, Lorenzo captured them.

"This is the real witcher......"

Raging white flames poured out of the cracks in the armor with Lorenzo's whispers.

The serpents wrapped around Lorenzo's body, solidifying with the spiked swords that had pierced his body, and the witchers tried to pull out the spikes, only to find it embedded in their armor, and they could no longer hold the hilt.

In fact, Lorenzo himself noticed this, and after coming back from the dead, his body was also mixed with the flesh of the Holy Grail, or rather...... The flesh and blood of the Silencer, the strange and powerful power that had long been lurking in his body, he had not known before.

But now Lorenzo has realized all this, he is a witcher, but he is more powerful than a witcher, just like the sense of despair that Lawrence gave him at that time, before he knew it, Lorenzo had reached the class where Lawrence was, sick and terrible power.

Lorenzo moved, and the nail sword that pierced into his body was also driven by him, and this power beyond that of ordinary witchers made them unable to grasp the hilt of the sword at all, and they could not stop Lorenzo's movements, and at the same time, they all felt that strange feeling.

It was as if something was kneading his heart, as if a large, cold hand was reaching down his throat until it burst out.

Each witcher's movements paused, retching uncontrollably.

Erosion, a strange erosion enveloped their will for a moment.

Critical breakthroughs.

Just as Lawrence did to himself then, Lawrence also transplanted the flesh of the Silencer, which strengthened Lawrence directly at the level of the body, just as it strengthened Lorenzo now.

Lorenzo broke free of his restraints, the bright white sun rolling in his eyes, as his raised spiked sword fell again, striking hard at the dent he had inflicted.

The Medanzo Demon Hunter didn't have time to defend at all, and for a moment he wanted to try to break through the threshold and step into that strange demonization, but he couldn't, I don't know if it was fear or erosion, which made his brain go blank for a moment, and it was this hesitant blank that set his death.

The nail sword slashed down, completely shattering the unshattered face armor, and countless fragments sliced under the skull, leaving a shallow scar on the blade.

Energizing Medanzo.

The pain woke him up, and the snakes greedily gnawed at his skull, recasting and reinforcing his visor, and the fallen blade did not cut again.

No...... This is not the end.

Lorenzo took advantage of the strength of the slash to leap up with heavy armor, turned and swung the weapon in his other hand at the head of the Medanzo witcher.

With a muffled explosion, the force of the impact shattered his visor along with his skull, and that wasn't the end of it, like a monster marching, it violently tore at its prey, fiddling the poor corpse like a doll into a ridiculous shape.

Skull, maxillary, mandible, sternoclavicular joints......

The fall of the hammer and the sound of the hammer burst out together, and they reached the ears of every witcher in this burning hell with great clarity, and their bodies began to tremble and their hearts began to tremble.

ribs, shoulder blades, spine...... Everything that supported the human body burst under the swing of the mace, and with their keen hearing, the witchers could no longer tell whether it was the sound of iron armor shattering or the wail of broken bones.

Until finally the sharp nail head pierced the heart, smashing the entire chest cavity into a cloud of blood, until the headless corpse slowly knelt down in heavy armor.

He stepped on the corpse's shoulder, and pulled out the arm that had been stabbed into it, and blood flowed and dripped from the craggy armor, and blood evaporated into a blood-colored mist rising.

The demon hunters stopped, they had already done a lot of tactics, but at this moment they didn't even have the courage to swing their swords.

The fear from Lorenzo was planted in their minds, and they could only stand still, staring at the iron-clad figure, his body full of sharp nails, like a hunted monster.

He was at the end of his rope.

No...... It was they who were at the end of the road, the Protestants.

It was only then that they realized the ridiculousness of their actions, that they were not hunters, that they were prey, that they had been caught in a trap by a weak hunter, and that they had laughingly thought that their victory was in sight.

"Next. ”

The monster whispered, clearly in the midst of the fire, but the demon hunters only felt a bitter cold that could not be dispelled.

Lorenzo turned to look at them, slowly letting go of his hand, causing the already gaped spike to fall, and then he reached behind his back, several of which had pierced him in the attack, but now they were all bound by solid armor.

With a gentle flick of his hand, like the armor of original sin removing a weapon from a weapon rack, Lorenzo randomly picked one of the spiked swords that pierced his torso, pulled it out, and held it in his hand.

"Next!"

He shouted again, with an angry look, but no one responded.

The demon hunters had only fear in their eyes at the moment, and they slowly retreated, but when they reached the edge of the sea of fire, they realized that they had no way back.

This is the Lessingbach, an airship adrift high in the air, this is the Jedi, either they kill Lorenzo and stop the damn airship, or they will be driven to death by Lorenzo.

"It's you!Lorenzo Holmos. ”

Suddenly a voice sounded, and on the other side of the fire, the man who had been silent walked out slowly, and Moriarty clapped as he walked.

"I thought that these witchers couldn't be your opponents, at most they barely contained you, but now it seems that they can't even contain you, they are just being slaughtered senselessly. ”

Moriarty leaned against the high platform that had not yet been burned with his glass, so it seemed that the guy had just been hiding in the shadows and peeping, and had stopped by the counter to pour himself a glass of wine.

"That's right, how good it would be to get straight to the point. ”

Lorenzo said as he turned to Moriarty.

"I won't kill your Moriarty, I will gouge out your eyes first, break your spine, and then slowly torture you, please rest assured, with the strength of the witcher's body, you will live for a long time, after all, infusing the enemy with secret blood, strengthening the physique and then torture is also something we witchers need to learn. ”

He said cruel words and strode forward.

"And how honored am I?"

Moriarty didn't have a weapon in his hand, he wasn't good at any kind of combat, and before he became a witcher, he was just a madman locked up in a hospital room, but the more crazy a madman, the better he was at dragging people into madness.

A blazing storm rolled up in his eyes, but this time Power Raphael didn't affect Lorenzo, he looked up, his visor completely sealed, and there were no gaps that could be used to peek into the outside world.

As long as he avoided eye contact with Moriarty, he could escape the control of Power Raphael, and with Lorenzo's current state, he could have killed Moriarty by following the trajectory of the voice.

"Surprised?" asked Lorenzo.

"No, I want to ask you, was it an accident?"

Moriarty smiled, and Lorenzo felt something unusual.

He wasn't the target of Power Raphael, and when he turned around, the terrified witchers went into action again, their eyes hollow, only endless fireworks blazing.