"Eve!

Lorenzo roared, pulling the trigger as he moved towards the rear compartment, the shotgun showing its maximum lethality in the small space, the shattering projectiles piercing the incoming demons one after another, spilling blood, but then more demons poured in from them, tearing each other apart, as if there was a great temptation in front of them.

The petals were flying, Lorenzo picked up his suitcase with one hand, and then threw it to Eve, and the heavy feeling of holding it so hard that the girl stumbled and almost fell, but fortunately she regained her balance and fled through the iron door towards the rear.

Soon, however, Eve turned around and came back with a pale face.

"What are you doing?"

Lorenzo scolded loudly, and the girl quickly replied to him.

"It's full of demons in the back!"

"Huh?"

A shot exploded a twisted head, Lorenzo took the gun and walked straight to Eve, pulled the girl out of the carriage, and then jammed the door, behind the glass were countless bloodstained palms, they banged heavily on the door, leaving cracks in the glass.

Picking up the shoulder strap from the suitcase, Lorenzo lifted it up, then hung it at his waist, drawing a cold spiked sword from it.

"Demons ahead, too?"

Lorenzo was a little dazed, such a dense outbreak of demons, it seems that this train is full of demons from the beginning, so the question is, why is this train, why is it related to himself.

Thinking of his boundary-breaking vision, as well as Eve's vision, Lorenzo had a rough inference that perhaps the two of them had a deep connection with the darkness that caused all this, and they were discovered by the darkness, so these demons came from the shadows.

Can...... Why now!

The sharp nail sword pierced through the thick iron gate, along with the demons behind the iron gate, and the holy silver plating was stained with the blood of the demons, making a bubble sound like strong acid corrosion.

"Climb up!"

At this moment, Eve also shouted, and the silver-white death knell made a dull loud noise in her hand, like a hand cannon, knocking out large holes in the iron door, and blood gushed wildly behind the dark holes.

It was just the lowest demon, the walking dead with no autonomous consciousness and only driven by blood, but Lorenzo would not let go of it, maybe there was an elite like Sabo hiding in it.

The two were at the hook between the carriages, and Lorenzo lifted Eve up and carried her to the top of the carriage, and then he climbed up, the wind on the roof of the car so that he could not open his eyes, and the sharp nail sword pierced through the roof to stabilize his figure.

"Go ahead, Eve, we need to find a way to the front of the car!"

That's Lorenzo's plan, kill the front of the car, then cut off the barbs of those links, and say goodbye to these damned demons.

"Why are demons here?"

The darkness just now really scared her, and the whispers of the passengers stopped for a moment, followed by the bloodthirsty gasps, who were obviously human not long ago, but the next second they became a member of the demons.

"Two conclusions, one, our connection with the darkness is already deep enough to be within reach, but with my professional experience, it is not this group of miscellaneous fish who have really reached such a deep darkness. ”

Lorenzo pulled Eve like climbing a snowy mountain, constantly inserting and pulling up with a nail sword, and you could hear the noise coming from under his feet, and sometimes the blade of the sword would bring a touch of scarlet.

"So there is only one result, from the beginning the demon lurked in this car, just...... Why is this bus? Is it a hellish connection? People who are connected to the darkness are attracted to the darkness, and that's hell right!"

Lorenzo is a little bad about this person, that is, he will run the train when he has nothing to do, for example, what he is thinking about now is that this kind of metaphysical setting seems to be called fate in the East.

What and what!

The glass shattered, the steel twisted, and the hideous arms stretched out from the sides of the carriage, densely packed like wild flesh plants.

The guns continued to fire, opening up a path of blood.

"And there's another problem!"

hugged the panicked Eve, and the slender body was sandwiched by Lorenzo's waist like a cargo, and then Lorenzo jumped over the demons and jumped onto the previous carriage.

This is a specialized training from the Demon Hunter Order, even if the Demon Hunters don't awaken the secret blood, their comprehensive senses, and even some other intuition are all existences that completely crush ordinary people, but despite this, they are still humans, humans who can easily die.

"Are these really just coming for us?"

Lorenzo didn't let Eve go this time, I don't know how many demons were in this carriage, they were like sardines in fishing nets, squeezing each other, trying to escape and gnaw on the warm flesh.

It's inexhaustible...... Maybe Lorenzo would be able to kill them all, but then he would have no power left to protect Eve.

Secret blood is a technique to fight demons, turn yourself into a demon to kill demons, the secret blood in Lorenzo's body is a perfect product after countless tests, and Lorenzo's own willpower can also ensure that he is not eroded by demons.

But Eve is different, this stupid girl doesn't even know how she has secret blood, let alone her secret blood effect, plus that willpower...... Eve estimates that after awakening the secret blood, she will be able to fight for a minute or two, and she will be completely eroded into a demon.

"If you leave alive, I'll really have to train you well, you're really dragging your feet!"

While running wildly on the roof of the car, Lorenzo yelled at Eve under his armpit, the girl's little face turned pale and she couldn't say anything, but her hand didn't stop, and from time to time she shot backwards, killing the demons who climbed on the roof of the car.

Secret blood is the core technology of the Demon Hunting Order, it can make humans have the power of demons, but at the same time, humans will also experience the erosion of demons, unlike normal erosion, this erosion is controllable, as long as it does not exceed the critical value, the secret blood is like a cage demon, at the disposal of the demon hunters, but a little break through the critical value of the cage will produce cracks.

This is the same as the original sin armor of the Perpetual Pump, both of which are fought on the edge of danger, but with the arcane blood technology, the witcher itself is the strongest weapon.

"Lorenzo!

Eve reluctantly turned her head, and the steaming locomotive was not far ahead, about four or five cars away.

"I know!"

Leaping high again, he landed firmly on the next carriage, followed by the demons behind him, hoarsely scratching at the steel, chasing the feathers that fluttered in the wind.

It was almost there, three cars from the locomotive, but it was then that Lorenzo saw the first carriage, a model he had never seen before, completely encased in pitch-black steel, not so much a carriage as a huge iron coffin, with an ominous seal.

Maybe...... Is that the source of the demonic rebellion?

With this in mind, Lorenzo ran with Eve in his arms, until a burst of fire separated it from her.

......

"What's going on!"

With the sound of gunfire from behind, the kestrel's nerves couldn't help but tense.

Then the cacophony of sirens completely covered the somewhat cramped carriage, and each soldier's chest flashed with a blinding red light, it was the Geiger counter, and now it was screaming loudly, like a sharp knife, slicing everyone's nerves.

The demon appeared, on top of this train.

Without much need, all the soldiers tightened their weapons, and the two of them went to the first carriage to protect the weapons from Berhans, while the rest of the soldiers stayed in the mobile command room with the kestrels, and as long as they occupied the place, they had the initiative.

"Send a message to the Shrike and ask him to pick us up at the site!"

Kestrel yelled at the soldiers that they would have reinforcements as long as they made it to the abandoned site, but the soldiers quickly replied to him.

"There's a distraction!"

The voices fluctuated faintly, they were cut off, and an inexplicable force enveloped the place, causing all information to be unable to spread.

The night was so dark all around that only the bright light of the bow of the Radiance seemed to be the only island in the dark sea, and now the tide was rising and trying to swallow it up.

The guns thundered like a swarm of fire, bursting into flames several feet long, and metal bullets came out of them, and then rained down.

The lights have already dissipated, and before the demons arrive, the so-called light will disappear for their own reasons, and the sunny day will become cloudy, and the electric lights will suddenly short-circuit, and finally the darkness will remain forever.

The electric light on the dome of the iron helmet lit up, and the gunfire reflected each other, and the beam of light swept continuously, peeking into the dark corner.

"We've got to cut the hook!"

Some soldiers shouted that in this case they would only be consumed to death, and if they could cut the hook, the demons would not be able to catch up with the speed of this train.

Everybody knew that, but he also knew it was going to be almost impossible.

The two carriages are connected together, and if someone wants to cut off the hook, with this small space, it will inevitably be blocked between the muzzle and the demon, and if you don't shoot, the demon will rush over, but if you shoot, the person who goes to cut the hook will definitely die.

Someone needs to make a sacrifice.

"Hold here! I'll cut the hook!"

After a brief hesitation, the kestrel said loudly. As the only high-ranking knight here with effective resistance to demon erosion, there is no one else to do but his mission.

"This is death!" dissuaded one soldier.

"I have a way!"

Kestrel looked very confident, and I don't know if he was trying to stabilize the morale of the army or what.

The suppressive fire continued, and the detached shells spread a shallow layer on the ground, reflecting the glow of the fire.

"Get out of the way!"

The kestrel stepped into the darkness of the depths, then roared and fired the weapon in his hand.

This is the weapons wagon from Berghans, an arsenal of operations, and even if you don't pay attention to the secret weapon behind it, the guns and ammunition it contains are lethal enough.

As the weapon fired, it was a sliding fire, leaving a burning trail in the air, and then hit the strange darkness, and in an instant a larger fire was released in it, like a burning sun, the raging fire lit everything, and the demon's figure twisted in it, like a sinner struggling in the river of hellfire.

The white phosphorus incendiary bomb from the Berhans Arsenal, the hand holding the launcher was still trembling slightly, and if the kestrel shot a little crooked, the entire carriage would have turned into a hell of fire at this moment.

But it wasn't time to be stunned, and he ran up with a low roar, meeting the blazing air.

The sea of fire that continued to burn now temporarily limited the demon's movements, and he had to cut off the hook of the link at this time, but when the kestrel rushed out of the carriage, the heavy hook was also covered with a layer of flames, and there was nowhere to pull it out.

Damn! Damn!

Kestrel scolded angrily but didn't hesitate, his hands stretched out directly into the flames, no matter what, he had to cut off the link, and at this moment there seemed to be a rapid sound of wind, Kestrel couldn't help but raise his head, and then saw the sword light that split the sea of fire.

"What bad luck!"

The man shouted and jumped out of the flames, with the bewildered girl under his armpit, a suitcase and Winchester hanging from his waist, and the blood-stained blade in his hand.

It was a high-pitched, unstoppable coolness that split through the darkness, and a peerless hunk that ran through the entire carriage.

Everyone was frightened by the hell battle, and the second-rate detective appeared with his dear Winchester.