It is a fabulous ceremony, solemn and solemn.

It descended from heaven as if it were a messenger of God and a betrayal of faith, and its steel feathers surrounded it like countless falling swords, ready to judge all the guilty.

Seleuc could only observe all this as a bystander, watching in silence as the dark angel slowly descended on Lorenzo's mangled corpse.

It seems to be the mythical god of death, who has come to take away this lost soul, but it seems to have come to save its strangeness, but this gift comes from the devil.

Lorenzo is not dead yet, at the last moment, the secret blood broke through the critical value, he has entered the demonization, and to completely kill a demon, you need to destroy the heart and brain.

The power of the deformed growth kept him breathing, and the silver bolt was rapidly melting at the same time, and the hot holy silver mixed into the blood, hastening his death.

Destruction coexists with rebirth.

He was still alive, but he was dying, and Lorenzo had only two ways to go.

Continue to demonize until you fall into darkness and gain eternal life in the body of a demon, or appease the irascible secret blood and die a sober death as a human being.

It wasn't a difficult choice, and in Lorenzo's mind, he would die happily as a human being, but this time the power to make the decision was not in his hands.

The dark angel gently picked up the dying corpse and dragged him out from under the twisted steel, and it was at this moment that Seleuc clearly saw the weight of Lorenzo's mutilation.

She thought that the lower half of Lorenzo was buried under the soil, but in fact he had nothing left to speak of, and half of his body had already been completely destroyed in the violent explosion, and from the horrible wound in his abdomen, it was empty dàng) dàng), and all the internal organs and bones were gone, as if they were the burned bones.

"No, no, no......"

Seleuc didn't even dare to look at that scene.

The once mighty witcher was like a broken doll, the fabric cracked and the cotton wool spilled everywhere.

The strong blood continues the broken life, like a flame swaying in the wind, maybe it will overturn in the next second.

But then an even more taboo picture appeared in everyone's field of vision.

The black angel stared at the corpse, and it slowly opened its hands as if to embrace him.

The armor began to crack, and the demon's blood made a crack in the mouth of the armor, and there was nothing under it, just a blank space, and no one was controlling the armor, and it swallowed the corpse little by little, like the mouthparts of the monster, and then closed.

Like the blacksmith's furnace, only this time it struck the sinful life, steam gushing out of the vents, engines roaring, and frantically growing blood filling every gap.

The safety protocols of the original design were breached, and the blood spilled over the protective armor inside and into the driver's space, wrapping around Lorenzo's mangled corpse and gradually assimilating into it.

This is the danger of a generation of armor, the demon blood takes up a large proportion of it, and when it falls in erosion, it will merge and assimilate with it, and it is here that Galahad almost died, his entire back connected to the armor like a deformed conjoined baby.

Now this weirdness is happening to Lorenzo as well, but the difference is that it's continuing his life.

They assimilated together, filling Lorenzo's flaws with demonic organs.

But the blood of this demon has no consciousness to speak of, and all their actions follow the instincts of living beings like the Holy Grail blood, but now it seems that another consciousness has taken control of it and has begun to move in a direction that defies the theorem.

The proliferation of blood connected to Lorenzo's body, and the blood began to differentiate, and for a short time it was alienated into different organs and placed outside the corpse, and more blood began to be injected into it, making a strange external circulation to support it.

The shattered metal was expelled by the squeezing of the muscles, the twisted bones began to reset, and the exterior of the armor cracked several breathing openings, and a large amount of fresh oxygen was integrated into the bloodstream, transported to the inner core, temporarily replacing the work of the lungs.

It was as if all the best doctors in the world had gathered here, and they were constantly swinging their scalpels along the body of the dying man, dragging him back from the brink of death little by little.

It's something that has only been conceived in medicine, but now it's going on inside the armor, but it's not enough, it's not enough.

"Lorenzo, you can't die yet. ”

In a trance, Lorenzo heard someone say this.

There is something strange about the feeling at the moment, like being immersed in warm water, wrapped in gentle power.

There was no peace and calm that had never been before, and underneath that, the voice seemed very noisy at the moment.

"But what are you going to do?"

Lorenzo struggled to open his eyes and asked toward the unknown.

He was really going to die, such a serious injury, even secret blood could not be cured, he had no hope at all.

"Watson, sometimes cursing this thing is not reliable. ”

Lorenzo said again.

It seems that Watson doesn't want to die with herself, she is just trying to motivate herself at the end, but Lorenzo doesn't want to work hard, and sleeping peacefully is simply the most perfect ending.

"No, Lorenzo. ”

Someone in the warm ocean reached out and stroked his cheek.

"If the cost of all this is to be borne by someone, then I gladly accept it. ”

"But you can't die. ”

The man said angrily.

Suddenly, the tide brought all the past ashore again, everything that Lorenzo had forgotten flashed back before his eyes, the peace of peace was shattered, and the blazing fire replaced everything again.

Strange memories, strange pictures, strange people and things.

"Lorenzo Holmes can't die yet!"

In a fit of rage, she fished him out of the sea and dragged him out of the land of the dead.

Lorenzo breathed heavily, filling his lungs with the cold.

This is a baptism, a baptism of taboo, and the unknown door is completely open to those who go there.

All of this barely kept Lorenzo alive, but it still couldn't keep him alive.

He needs more power to continue, more power.

But isn't there enough power here to keep it going?

Then the black angel slowly raised his head, and his gaze crossed over the Seleuc, pointing directly at the twisted blood behind the sea of fire.

"In accordance with the regulations of the Scabbard Treaty, it is now in force. ”

The cold female voice echoed in the armor), and almost in an instant it spread its terrifying wings, and glided briefly over the battlefield of gunpowder in a swift speed, its sharp steel feathers reflecting all the firelight.

The voice crossed different boundaries and reached the depths of the mind.

"Regulation 3, priority survival goals. ”

The monstrous visor began to crumble, blood wrapped around the steel, and slowly opened its bloody mouth like a real creature.

The black angels began to transform, the mechanical parts were constantly removed, and the parts of the creatures began to strengthen, like mythical monsters, and the blood was covered with sharp metal.

The mad death match erupted in an instant, it swung its steel feathers, and with it swung the thousand swords, and the terrifying wounds instantly exploded above the blood of the Holy Grail.

The wind was cut by a thousand swords, and the long chant it brought up was like a woman's shallow singing.

The giant mouth on the visor bit hard, devouring the blood of the Holy Grail as he fought.

It roared hoarsely, creature instinct causing it to attack in a frenzy.

The blood with great vitality began to spread, and bone spurs as strong as steel pierced out, and collided with the steel feathers to explode into brilliant fireworks.

The two monsters fought each other, their deadly weapons carrying a cold glow that drew a deadly arc in the air.

Metal roared, and a sudden assault led to a sea of fire with a howling wind.

He ...... He's coming back to life. ”

Heading for the Dawn, someone screamed.

The scene just now was successfully observed, the black angel devoured Lorenzo's corpse, but now judging from the value of the feedback, the corpse in the armor is coming to life, and all the indices are starting to rise.

Can...... But this is almost impossible, that level of injury is completely beyond human expectations, let alone rescue, no matter who is injured, the first reaction of whoever is injured is to choose a good cemetery for Lorenzo, but now the witcher is coming back to life.

This...... It's a miracle.

Everyone sat down in their chairs, the nameless pressure enveloping them, and at the moment they seemed to be unable to do anything but wait for it to end.

Stay alive!

The first light was cast in the pitch black world.

Stay alive!

More light fell and tore the darkness apart.

Only by living can the flame of anger continue to burn, and only by living can Lorenzo Holmes eradicate the demons.

The heart rose and fell vigorously, and the eyelids trembled slightly, until the menacing gaze was revealed again.

Fireworks go up.

The black angel fought hard, in fact, this was not a duel, it was just a one-sided slaughter, the steel repeatedly cut the blood, but the Holy Grail blood was difficult to cause any damage to the black angel.

It wailed in pain like a baby, but it couldn't stop the madness of the black angel.

The outer plates had begun to crumble, and they could no longer restrain the wild growth of blood, bulging one after another, and the plates of the abdomen were cracked, and translucent tumors were squeezing out of them.

The roaring heart beat back to dàng).

Accompanied by that powerful echo dàng), blazing white fireworks poured out through the cracks in the armor, and it burned all the sins.

"Yes, Lorenzo, you must live, my will, all of us. ”

Someone roared.

It was from the beginning of a long time, when humans first captured demons, extracted secret blood for the first time, and stopped being afraid for the first time.

The shattered steel feathers pierced down like a nail of execution, nailing the blood of the chalice to death, and it tried to escape, but it was sealed inch by inch.

There is no turning back.

The black angel looked down at it, ready for the final execution.

"Human ...... I can't continue to live in fear. ”

As if in a dream, someone said.

Then the white arm stabbed out of the black angel's abdomen, and he grabbed the blood of the Holy Grail, holding down the twisted skull.

It wailed violently in pain.

What an abomination it was, Lorenzo's eyes were scarlet, and countless blood stuck to his skull, as if countless tiny hands were gripping him tightly.

Countless wounds were healing, and the entire lower half was connected to the blood of the armor.

The demon's blood wasn't enough to keep him alive, he needed the power of the Grail, the blood that had come from the Grail.

The terrifying power erupted on the broken body, and he dragged the head little by little, pulling it towards himself, more tentacles penetrating it, they were assimilating, but more were devoured unilaterally by Lorenzo,

It's like a demon.

Lorenzo opened his mouth, hoarse like a beast at the soft blood, a large amount of blood pouring down its throat, and the instinctive despair of the creature enveloped it, it was at the top of the food chain, but now it was brought to the table.

Like the devils eating, the sound of the crackling made everyone who listened feel cold like never before.

Gnawing on the blood full of vitality, sucking the scarlet blood, chewing on the hard bones.

The black angel opened his hand, hugged the still struggling blood, and hugged it into his arms.

It struggled with all its might, and above the abominable blood, it exuded fear.

It's afraid, it's afraid.

Like the counterattack of a dying man, the blood pounded the armor hard, but it still couldn't change everything that was moving, and the big hand pressed hard, stuffing it into the deep darkness, and then the sharp steel feathers were retracted, and the wings were tightly enveloped in all this, casting into a prison of death.

It seems that due to the fusion of the Holy Grail blood, the scarlet blood quickly multiplied, overflowing in the cracks of the steel, and the slender blood was entwined together, covering the whole like a spider web, and even the surrounding things were also included in the range.

Everything was calm, and on the burning wilderness, only the black thing like an egg stood silently.

I don't know how much time passed, and at first there was a beastly roar inside the black egg, but it soon fell into peace.

The swollen blood began to dry up, and the blood flowed backwards, and the concept of life was slowly being peeled off the armor, and at the core, there was a faint sound of breathing.

It seemed like a bargain, trading its death for his new life.

Inside there is a new life at this moment.

The strange sacrificial ritual came to the end, the black egg trembled slightly, and then a pair of hands forcefully lifted the tightly closed wings, and the thick liquid was pulled out of a slender silk thread, as if it was pushing a world away.

A reddish liquid like amniotic fluid gushed out, and the man stepped on the soaked ground, his body was white, the scars of the past were gone, and he staggered like a toddler.

Bare, perhaps with all his strength, he did not go far before he fell to his knees, and at the end of the night sky there was a morning light, and he faintly heard someone say to him, welcome back.