It's like an endless chase battle, two wolf-like people rush to fight, cross the hill of flesh and blood, cut off a lot of obstructive steel, blazing white fireworks burn wildly, and the figure is fleeting, like a colliding meteor.

Ed's sword, with exploding fireworks, slammed into Lorenzo's body in swift motion, and then slammed him out like a bull.

He froze in place, his body changing strangely, the Lorenzo-like tattoo roaming over the surface of his skin, and his muscles began to swell and become more powerful.

"What the hell are you waiting for, Demon Hunter, if you don't release the Secret Blood, you'll be killed by me. ”

The flaming spike sword was pointed at Lorenzo, and Ed's expression was furious. As if he was being played, Lorenzo didn't show his true strength from beginning to end.

Lorenzo didn't speak, just stared at the tattoo on Ed's body, as if he saw something in it.

"Are you...... Michael's Squad. ”

It was a familiar formation, Lorenzo thought that he was the only one who survived the night of Advent, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Do you recognize it? Do you mean that you are afraid that I will recognize you that you will not use the secret blood?"

Ed tore off the placket of his shirt and showed the wandering tattoo completely, which looked like a tattoo, but in fact it was an alchemical inscription, an alchemy based on the human body.

In order to be able to perfectly control the secret blood and prevent it from eroding the will of the witcher, each witcher's ritual of absorbing the secret blood will have an inscription alchemy, the body of the witcher is the container that seals the secret blood, and the alchemists will engrave the inscription on the flesh and blood, like a holy prayer to strengthen the seal.

Lorenzo is not an alchemist, and there should not be many alchemists in this world, but he still knows a lot about this strange inscription, they will come to life when the secret blood is activated, and the Order has divided different teams according to the different patterns of the inscription, and from Ed's inscription, it seems that he is a member of Michael.

"I just don't want to reminisce about the past, after all, it's been so long. ”

Lorenzo replied coldly, and slammed his sword out to force Ed back a few points again.

Feeling the heaviness of the sword, Ed smiled hideously, Lorenzo's secret blood was awakening, which was not something he could control if he wanted to.

The secret blood is derived from demons, and the strength of the secret blood is also directly related to the strength of the mother demon, it can be said that the more powerful the demon hunter, his secret blood comes from the more powerful demons.

The price of the power that can be obtained is heavy, after devouring the secret blood, the demon's erosion of it will continue day and night, the demon will try to conquer the humanity of the witcher, there are many people who can't resist being completely eroded, so the body of the demon hunter will become the best breeding ground, and the powerful demon who once died will be resurrected in his body, so for safety, every demon hunter is implanted with a silver bolt.

Lorenzo has always refused to reveal his deeper secret blood, but the erosion of the secret blood itself will force him to activate it unconsciously, after all, the relationship between the secret blood and the witcher is like a deformed symbiosis, it is just who occupies the dominant position.

"Can't we have a good talk?"

The two white flames collided together, and Lorenzo caught Ed's slash steadily, staring at each other, calm and crazy.

"I'm afraid you'll reject me, won't you? I want to know what's going on with the Order, will you tell me?"

Ed asked hoarsely, not expecting Lorenzo to tell him that the witcher wasn't going to tell any secrets in the first place, not even his name.

Lorenzo was silent again, as Ed had said, Lorenzo wouldn't say anything about it.

"So I had to subdue you and torture you. ”

Ed angrily rebuked, swinging his heavy blade again, smashing Lorenzo away.

Since the beginning of the battle, the two sides have been constantly changing positions, with sonorous swords and flames, cutting through the hard flesh and blood, and the blazing flames burning on it.

"It looks like you've not had a good time all these years. ”

Lorenzo looked at Ed, and the madness was familiar at the moment, just like he had when he first arrived at Old Dunling.

"What do you want to say?"

It seemed that Lorenzo had too few words, and Ed actually slowed down the offensive when he heard this guy speak rarely.

"Just like the original me, we witchers have been fighting for the Order and fighting demons all our lives, but suddenly one day we don't need to, we can retire. ”

Lorenzo laughed as he spoke, reminiscing about his first arrival in Old Dunling.

"I was like this at first, I felt like I had lost my motivation in life, after all, I lived for it, didn't I? Just like the bards in those stories, with the convenience of communication, they have become the relics of the old times, just like us, and are mercilessly swept into the trash. ”

Lorenzo continued.

"But, Ed, people have to have some dreams, right, it's too boring to fight and kill all day, isn't it?"

"Isn't all you doing now just to find a reason for yourself to live, a reason to continue wielding your sword?"

"Whether it's Advent Night, Secret Thirteen, or anything else, it's just your reason. ”

Looking at him with pity, Lorenzo said.

"It's so sad to live like this. ”

Everything seemed to fall silent, and the two men looked at each other from afar.

Ed is another survivor besides Lorenzo, just like a desert island man meets another person, Lorenzo doesn't want to be his enemy, but he also doesn't want to tell those ominous stories, which is the darkest side of the history of the church, as long as he knows this, it is enough, there is no need for others to become the victims of that evil.

"So you escaped to the present under the pretext of a dream? ”

Ed looked up again, the flames burning.

He was not moved by Lorenzo's chicken soup for the soul at all, he was full of anger.

"You don't know what we've been through, after that night of Arrival!"

No one could understand each other, any more than he could understand why Lorenzo refused to tell those stories, just as Lorenzo didn't understand why he was so furious.

So the secret blood rose again and broke the threshold.

The blazing white fireworks boiled and burned, burning the flesh and blood into spirit fireworks, Ed stood proudly on the high place, his body was changing, in the direction of the demon, the nail sword in his hand began to melt, the liquid metal and the palm were completely melted together, and then more silver-white metal spikes protruded from under his skin, like countless swords, arming him completely.

"You are traitors. ”

Finally Ed rebuked.