Eve and Kestrel are woken up in their sleep, and in their sleepiness they see Haybold holding a weapon.

Everyone is not stupid, no one has the so-called getting up gas in this situation, and his consciousness instantly sobered up, and he picked up a weapon in his pajamas.

Kestrel and Hybold stayed in the room, which was Lorenzo's instructions, and Eve was beside Hercule, who had previously warned him that Hercule had no fighting power and that he needed to be protected first.

In the silence of the night, the door had been pushed open, from where Lorenzo had just left, and Haybold and Kestrel hid behind the couch and used it as cover, their guns pointed at the darkness outside the door.

The happy hour was over, and they had left the land of Invig, facing the darkness across the channel.

The lights in the hallway were extinguished by Lorenzo, who rolled up his sharp spiked sword in his jacket, the weapon so glossy that even the slightest glimmer of light in the darkness would shine on it, revealing Lorenzo's location.

He lowered his breath and walked barefoot on the carpet in the hallway.

As he chatted with Hybod, Lorenzo sensed the tiny noises, the approaching crisis, and the instincts of the witchers.

Realizing that his enemies were not just mortals, Lorenzo could feel his inexplicable emotions.

Not fear, not anger.

It's rejoicing.

For some reason, Lorenzo was so happy when he learned about Lawrence's remnants, and Lorenzo himself couldn't understand why, as if he had put aside this normal disguise and buried the same crazy devil in the deepest part of his soul.

In order to facilitate the movement, under the arrangement of North Dero, there were no other passengers except for Lorenzo and his party, and there were no attendants to come here, and this place briefly became Lorenzo's territory, and anyone who approached rashly could be an enemy.

Who will be the enemy?

Iron Law, or the so-called choir, and how do they know they exist?

Or if someone reveals their whereabouts, who will it be?

Lorenzo thought, and then he smelled a hint of unease.

It was the smell of blood, the familiar smell of blood coming from the dark corridor, and the suppressed moans were clear.

Someone was hurt?

Lorenzo approached the voice, and he tucked Winchester into the waistband of his trousers, because the nail sword was covered with his shirt, and now he was naked, and the hideous tattoo seemed to come to life, twisting and growing on his back.

This is actually an alchemy matrix that channels power, sublimating the body of the witcher, thus channeling the forbidden power hidden in the blood.

There were more and more familiar smells in the air, Lorenzo could smell them, fear, fear, despair......

Lorenzo's movements suddenly stopped, as if frozen in place, as if he was judging something, and then a white flame rose under his eyes.

The dark corridor lit up with a burning white flame, and he gave up hiding himself and ran quickly, the fireworks being pulled into a blazing white trajectory, the nail sword vibrating, and tearing open his pajamas.

Lorenzo sensed the erosion of oppression.

At this moment, on this White Tide, there are demons infested...... Or something more complex than demons.

"Choir. ”

Lorenzo whispered the word, and the next moment he burst out of the shadows.

There is no need to care whether it is friend or foe, the old Order has been destroyed, and at this moment in this world, according to Lorenzo's rules, anyone with secret blood is an enemy.

This damned power should be buried with Advent Night, not dominated by greed and reappear.

The surging scorching eyes were reflected on the slender silver-white body of the nail sword, and a high-frequency scream sounded, cutting through the turbid air.

......

"Finally found her, is she dead?"

The man was standing in front of the corpse, blood splattered all over the ground, she was supposed to be dead, motionless, like a blood-stained doll.

"It should be dead, cut off her head. ”

Another man in the shadows said.

"It's so troublesome, you still want us to do it...... But why did she run away here?"

Another man said, and he stepped out of the shadows and stood by the window.

His face was illuminated by the moonlight, and his expression was hideous, and his veins bulged like twisted vines.

"Damn it. ”

He yelled and kicked at the corpse, knocking her down.

"How do you feel?"

Someone asked, and the others looked at them with the same concern, but underneath that gaze was more wary.

"It's okay, it's not out of control, it's honest, it's not rough. ”

The man replied, his heart beating violently, releasing the forbidden power continuously, and it was a wonderful feeling, and for a moment he felt as if he had broken away from this cowardly mortal body and become some higher being.

"This power is very good, in the face of this extraordinary power, even she can't resist. ”

The man said and stepped on the corpse's fingers again, grinding hard to vent his anger, they took a lot of effort to kill the woman, and finally the man couldn't help it, triggered the secret blood, and finally caught up with her and killed her.

"Alright, don't waste time, cut off your head, and we'll get back on business. ”

The man who had been silent said that there were more people waiting in the darkness behind him, and someone stepped forward, drew his dagger, and prepared to perform this bloody operation, but the sudden sound of rapid footsteps disrupted their movements.

Someone's coming.

They looked to the other end of the hallway, but there was nothing, and the hurried footsteps disappeared as he watched, and before they could relax, the next moment a scream rang out.

It all happened almost instantly, and after the footsteps disappeared, the screams of the dead souls rang out, and the man could only see a twisted and pulled white light, and then the entire head was violently split, and viscous blood and broken bones were sprinkled on the bodies of those around him.

The galloping sword light hadn't stopped, it was so sharp that there was hardly anything to hinder its cutting.

In the darkness weaved a trajectory of death, all matter above it was brutally torn, narrow cracks appeared in the walls, and the man's body was chopped and chopped off.

Before the wail could be uttered, the approaching sword light pierced his throat and suppressed the scream that was about to be made, and it was just as he was about to die that the man looked in the direction of the blade and finally saw the attacker.

A pair of blazing eyes, blazing.

The gaze was so familiar, and the man had seen the same light under the mask of that noble man.

"Teach...... Long. ”

He let out a whimper, he couldn't understand what was going on, and his hands gripped the nail sword, and the blood flowed non-stop.

"Imam?"

There was a sound of doubt in the darkness, and the nail sword swung violently, severing its fingers and neck, and the headless corpse paused for a moment, then knelt down, like a devout believer, before the darkness.

"Who are you? Choir?"

Lorenzo walked out of the darkness, his body already stained with blood, ticking.

No one answered him, and the bloody and cruel scene had completely shocked everyone present, but it was followed by a low roar of pain, secret blood was aroused in the body, and inhuman power was given to the body.

"Sure enough......"

Lorenzo didn't seem surprised by what he saw.

In the narrow corridors, violent erosion swelled, and they were confident that after receiving the gift of God, this power made them invincible.

The previous battles have proven this, they have won in the past, and they are the same.

Yes, victory, victory over one enemy after another, bathed in the light of God......

A slight pain interrupted his thoughts, and the man lowered his head, and while he was still thinking about the good glory, Lorenzo had already passed over him, and the great wound was cracking open in his chest as the footsteps faded away.

The wound was deep into the bone, a blow pierced his heart, he panicked, he reached out and tried to plug the wound in his chest, but the blood couldn't stop spilling from his fingers, and then the vision was distorted, he heard the sound of heavy objects falling, and the things in front of him rolled, and he saw a dead headless corpse, and Lorenzo who was walking towards the others.

He died, another headless corpse.

It's not that Lorenzo is a pervert, but he respects everything the old Order taught him, and he will follow both of these things that have to do with demons.

Crush hearts, cut off heads.

"So you're a choir, aren't you?"

Lorenzo asked again, his face expressionless, as if he had come out of the shadows.

Now they were completely stunned, and for the first time they realized their insignificance under Lorenzo's absolute force, and so did they receive the gift of God.

"Evil ...... Demons!"

Someone broke down and shouted that mortals could not fight against the power of the gods, only the demons from the darkness could do it.

"Demons!"

He continued shouting, drawing his pistol and shooting at Lorenzo.

The nail sword swung up, and blinding sparks erupted from it, and Lorenzo quickly walked in front of him.

With the blessing of the secret blood, the man's face was hideous, but looking at Lorenzo, he didn't do anything for a while, he raised his hand tremblingly, but he couldn't pull the trigger.

In a short period of time, Lorenzo has completely implanted fear in everyone's mind, not erosion, but from the most primitive fear of living beings.

Fear of the unknown.

"Shoot, attack?"

Lorenzo asked, but the man didn't reply, he stared at Lorenzo deadly, the secret blood gave him far more power than ordinary people, but when facing Lorenzo, his body seemed to be emptied.

"You have no power, but you don't have the heart to control it. ”

Lorenzo swung his nail sword in disappointment, sliced through his neck, sliced open his chest, and brutally killed the man in front of him.

"I thought the choir would be a very troublesome bunch, and you weren't even as good as the Protestant Order. ”

He looked at the rest of the men again, each of them with the same expressions as the man who had just died.

Fear and despair.

Perhaps the threat of death had finally angered them, and the rest of the people did not want to sit idly by, and roared at Lorenzo, but it was all useless.

They don't have the heart to fight despair, and all their actions now are just the instinct to survive.

It was a one-sided slaughter.

Lorenzo wanted to test the choir's strength this time, but now it seems that these guys are just a bunch of useless rubbish, they are not even as good as the Protestant Order, at least those people still have the courage to entrust everything to the darkness, and would rather become demons.

In the end, there was only one alive mouth left.

Lorenzo easily killed all the others, killing them with one blow, and in order to eradicate the trouble, Lorenzo also made up a sword on everyone's body, cutting off the head, completely eliminating the possibility of demonization.

It's a slaughterhouse, full of broken limbs.

But there are some surprises, there are other corpses here, the body of a woman, it seems that her whereabouts have not been exposed, these guys are here to kill this woman, but they happened to be bumped into by themselves.

"Fate!"

Lorenzo suddenly smiled, crouched down, and looked at the man who was left.

The man was already completely frightened and cried, and he curled up in the corner.

"I ask you to answer, do you know?"

Lorenzo said and put the nail sword on the man's neck, worthy of being made of solid cypress iron, cut for so long, the nail sword is still intact.

The man nodded vigorously, he was completely engulfed in fear, like a puppet, at Lorenzo's discretion.

"You're in the choir?"

"Yes...... Yes. ”

Lorenzo pondered for a moment, then asked.

"Imam...... Who is it?"

At the time of his attack, the man had uttered the word before he died, and Lorenzo couldn't figure out why he was saying this, who did he suddenly remember?

Remembering a man called the Imam, Lorenzo can bring back his memory, and he must have something in common with that imagin.

Like what...... An inextinguishable firework in the pupils.

"The imam is ......," the man was about to say, but was interrupted by Lorenzo.

"So, you know this person, right? ”

The man didn't understand why Lorenzo said that, but he nodded in affirmation.

"Then there's no need to be so troublesome. ”

Lorenzo said as he reached out and grabbed the man's head, forcing him to look at him.

It was like a strange ritual, and the tattoo on Lorenzo's back squirmed slowly as if it were alive.

It sublimated the blood in his body, allowing Lorenzo to wield the power called Medanzo, but some of the power was not on the blood, but on something deeper.

Soul.

Watson explained that Lorenzo's soul was sublimated, so that this power would no longer be bound by the body.

"Rather than what you say, let me see it with my own eyes. ”

Lorenzo said something that the man couldn't understand, and more blazing fireworks rose in his gray-blue eyes, and the man tried to close his eyes, but Lorenzo held his head and forcefully opened his eyelids, forcing him to look directly at the sun.

Gabriel.