In front of him was the man's iron-walled figure, dazzling white light released from the burning blood, and the blade of the sword was like a meat grinder, making it impossible for the demon's attack to advance half a minute.

At that moment, the kestrel thought a lot, but it didn't seem to think about anything, there was a white noise in his ears, and he lost all his thoughts, and rushed out with an incendiary bomb in his arms.

Apparently he didn't trust this damn plan at all, and the thing that came out of Lorenzo's mouth was like deciding what to eat in the morning, full of randomness and unreliability, but even so, when Lorenzo's roar sounded, the kestrel still instinctively stepped towards the blazing white sea of fire.

"This is like a man!"

The detective shouted encouragement to the kestrels, beheading one after another of the demons that swooped in, and the blazing fire set their bodies on fire, and the dark night began to fall with ashes and black snow, which rolled up on each other, staying on the skin to transmit the only warmth.

"Cover me!"

By the time Kestrel realized this, he had already arrived outside the carriage and crawled towards the top of the carriage with an incendiary grenade.

Lorenzo blocked the demons, and quickly swung the blade without any skill at all, in fact, in this kind of large-scale battle, there was no need for skills, all Lorenzo had to do was to fight efficiently.

Intensify the slash!

The dancing blades unleashed blazing white fireworks, like writhing snakes, and the pure silver sliced through the filthy flesh with ease, like red-hot iron falling into the water, and the white smoke rose with the ashes with a little firelight.

It's a dark night, the demons are coming, and all the light is gone, but just like those who sacrificed their lives in that ancient era, even if this dark forest is full of surging demons, they are not willing to live in fear, stubbornly light the fireworks in their hands, and fight with those demons who come to find the light.

Humans should not live in fear.

Therefore, the most brilliant and striking fireworks were released above the high school, and the white phosphorus incendiary bombs were like a rising dome, and when they reached the highest place, they were released with all their might, and the broken flames bloomed like flowers, so that the whole night was lit up for a moment.

It was truly a spectacular scene, the tide of demons hung in place like sculptures, the light of the moment stretched their shadows, and the shadows wriggled and wriggled, as if the soul trapped in the demon's body was making a final resistance.

"Lorenzo Holmes!"

The kestrel shouted the detective's name, and Lorenzo jumped onto the roof of the car with the light of his sword, and with the swift sword, he killed all the demons that climbed up from both sides of the carriage.

It wasn't a murderous swordsmanship, what Lorenzo was good at was just the art of hunting demons from beginning to end.

Blazing white fireworks flickered on the blade, burning demon after demon to ashes with the slash of the blade.

The kestrel saw this in the afterglow of his gaze, but the mere glimpse made him tremble, something he had never seen before, something that science could not explain.

Perhaps the Demon Hunting Order has kept its information on the table so tightly that even if it died, it would not be known until six years later.

This strange white flame is a trait that every Demon Hunter possesses, and when the Order's Secret Blood is infused into the body, it changes the properties of the Demon Hunter's blood, and when the secret blood awakens in the body, it makes the Demon Hunter's blood combustible.

Unlike normal flammable liquids, it doesn't need any flames to reach the ignition point, it only needs demons.

When the blood of the demon hunter touches the demon, or even perceives the "pollution" possessed by the demon, the blood will glow with fireworks that are beyond common sense, and the fire is called the Pure Flame.

The pure flame burned, and Lorenzo was like a god who had come out of mythology, wielding his twin swords to indulge in the blazing white fireworks, isolating the hundred ghosts from eternity.

"Give me a handful!"

In the middle of the fight, Lorenzo turned and shouted at the kestrels.

As the first incendiary grenade lifted into the air, the dazzling light seemed to enrage the demons, and they became more and more frenzied, unleashing round after round of attacks on the roof of the car without fear of death, like the tide crashing against the shore, trying to drag the two lives into the depths of death.

To conserve ammo, the kestrel unleashed an incendiary grenade at regular intervals, and he counted the seconds inwardly as he drew his pistol and shot the demons.

He thought that as a high-ranking knight of the purification mechanism, he had enough experience in fighting demons, and compared to Lorenzo's skillful and swift movements, he was simply a child who had just learned to hold a sword, and with his deadly skills in the purification mechanism, he could not be said to be a knight, I am afraid that only Arthur could match it.

"What!"

The kestrel shot another demon trying to kill him, and after hearing Lorenzo's roar, he replied in confusion.

"Molotov cocktails!"

Lorenzo yelled again.

Although it is not clear what Lorenzo is going to do, he has undoubtedly won the trust of Kestrel in this short period of time, at least in terms of combat effectiveness, he is already the ceiling of the entire train.

The kestrel tossed a launcher with an incendiary grenade to Lorenzo, who swung his blade and nailed it to the carriage beneath his feet, a thing of steel completely covered in metal, but was half submerged in the metal under Lorenzo's swing.

A free hand flicked the blade of the sword nailed to the carriage, the sharp edge of which left a bright red wound in the palm of his hand, and then the wounded hand caught the Molotov cocktail launcher thrown by the kestrel.

"What are you going to do?"

For some reason, the kestrel actually felt the slightest bit wrong, and the tide of demons didn't give him this feeling, but now Lorenzo's actions gave him this feeling, as if something was about to crumble.

"Fireworks!"

Frightened and stressed, the detective turned to the kestrel and smiled maniacally.

【Secret Blood Awakening 21%】

The blood of the witcher soaked the steel in his hand, and it flowed into it along the cracks and lines of the metal, every structure, every inch, completely integrated into it, and white fire poured out of the cracks.

Lorenzo lifted the flaming transmitter, and endless demons poured from the carriage in front of him, the only light in the night, the only rope out of this hell, and they all fought for this opportunity, and the desire of successive servants extinguished this only hope once and for all.

It was like an oil painting.

He raised his gun, fearless in the face of the hordes of horses from hell.

Pull the trigger.

So the pure flame boiled and burned, and the white phosphorus incendiary bomb pierced through the dark tide, like flowing water hitting the reef, destroying everything that stood in its way, and it went straight until it ran through several carriages, and after a few short seconds, endless white flames erupted from it.

The incendiary bomb carried the blood of the witcher, and when the incendiary bomb burned to its fullest, the flame was used as the medium, and the pure flame rose instantly, and all the demons covered by it were reduced to ashes in the instantaneous heat.

"Any idea why smoking is prohibited on the train?"

Lorenzo asked, looking back at the already sluggish kestrel and gently stamping its foot on the historic train.

Although the steam engine of the Tejas steam train is many years old, it still represents one of the highest feat of the time of the Invig steam engine, which can reach an astonishing speed of 70 kilometers per hour even after so many years of operation.

As if frightened by the spectacle of the fireworks, the kestrel did not answer Lorenzo's words, but stared blankly at the blazing whiteness that took up almost all of his vision.

Lorenzo looked back with some disappointment, sometimes people can't pick up what you throw, in fact, it feels quite sad, he looked at the burning carriages, and explained in a low voice.

"Because the wind fuels the fire. ”

Like a spell, as the words fell, endless winds poured from the shattered glass into the burning carriage, and a large amount of fresh oxygen fueled the crazy burning, and the demons roared, but they couldn't stop their bodies from being scorched and carbonized, and finally turned into ashes and passed away like the wind.

Like the giant python that came out of the sea of fire, burning forward on this dark and barren land.