Pain, extreme pain.

Endless demons lunged at Lorenzo, and he tried to lift his nail sword and swing it, the sharp steel severing one hideous body after another, blood spilling out.

For a moment, Lorenzo actually single-handedly contained the flood of demons, but soon more demons stepped on the corpse, and the sword light flashed wildly, but Lorenzo was powerless to stop it, and finally was completely overwhelmed by the hell of flesh and blood.

The strength of one man was so weak, the sharp claws tore at Lorenzo's body, the fangs repeatedly gnawed at the flesh, the flesh peeled off the body, and then revealed the white bones, and the bones were also bitten off, gnawing little by little.

The darkness of death has come to an end.

Lorenzo was covered in a cold sweat, he was on his sword and flickering fire burned around him.

"Lawrence ......"

Lorenzo whispered the forbidden name, looking up in despair, only to see the broken body half-kneeling in front of him.

At the end of the demon tide, he broke away from Lawrence's [gap] and returned to reality.

The dark and desperate future echoed in my mind, and the phantom pain before death still echoed in my heart.

It had been a long time since Lorenzo had felt such a deep fear, such despair, it was like falling into the cold depths of the sea, and he could not see a single ray of light.

"That's what I'm going to do, Lorenzo Holmos, I'm the Savior of this world. ”

Lawrence's voice was hoarse, and his body lost its temperature.

"What Savior, how could it be someone like you!"

Lorenzo retorted.

"So what do you think you should do in the face of this doomed future? Maintaining humanity and morality, and relying on the so-called confrontation of faith? This is ridiculous. ”

Lawrence retorted.

"You are as naïve as Lorenzo Medici, you believe in human beings too much, you underestimate the inferiority of human beings too much, haven't the events in the Black Mountain Hospital alerted you?"

Lorenzo wanted to say something, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Lawrence was right, humans cannot be trusted, human hearts cannot be guessed, and at the time of the Black Mountain Hospital incident, he almost went to war with the purification mechanism.

His gaze became hesitant, this is the reason why Lawrence did this, he had already said to himself, he would never trust anyone or anything? The only thing he can rely on is himself, and the blade in his hand.

"No, the purifier will believe me......"

"What do you believe? They're an organization of people? They serve the Victorian royal family, and the royal family corresponds to the whole of Invig? Every decision they make involves countless interests, and interests bring disputes and conflicts? It's like a roaring machine, with bulky and cumbersome parts that make it incredibly sluggish and can't do anything. ”

Lawrence teased Lorenzo to his heart's content.

"Do you think you've thought about it? Haven't I tried? There is only one will that can put an end to all this? An absolute will that controls it all? Everyone maintains absolute submission!"

"This is the only answer, to throw away all the shackles that have imprisoned us? I will use my secret blood to create an army that will save us all at the end of the world!"

Lawrence is like a madman who steps to the extreme, and Lorenzo has no chance to refute it under his words? Nor did he have a reason to refute it.

This is a very simple question, in Lawrence's [gap] Lorenzo sees the distant future, endless demons descend and drag the world to the end.

Faced with this question, what answer can you give? What can you do?

Lorenzo confused? Like a lost child, he is at a loss.

"Shut up, you madman!"

Lorenzo swung his spiked sword out of control and tried to kill Lawrence.

"Look at yourself, Lorenzo, how ridiculous you are, you can't find an answer, and you just pour out your anger. ”

Lawrence looked at Lorenzo with a mocking look, but just as the blade was about to swing down, a pair of hands grabbed Lorenzo's feet.

"No...... Don't. ”

A weak voice pleaded.

Lorenzo's swing of the sword stopped, and he slowly turned his head to see the man crawling on the ground.

"Don't kill him, don't. ”

Hu Ao prayed, he was just an ordinary man, an ordinary sailor, he didn't know what a demon was, he didn't know what secret blood was, the only thing he knew was that the man in front of him was going to kill their imagin.

"Luo ...... Mr. Lorenzo Holmos......"

Juao looked up with difficulty, and he saw the man with the sword, and Juao remembered his name, the traveler who had talked to him in the street after the first assembly.

Hu Ao was stunned for a moment, he barely thought of something, and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Hu ...... Profound. ”

The voice squeezed out of Lorenzo's throat, he remembered the man at his feet, Lorenzo's memory was not bad, he hadn't forgotten him yet.

After a brief moment of stunnedness, Juao's emotions collapsed.

"Why, Mr. Holmos!"

All this fireworks and ruins, death and pain, even Juao has guessed everything, and this apocalyptic scene is related to the man in front of him.

Hu Ao couldn't understand, he wanted to kill the man in front of him, but he also knew that he was powerless to resist him, so he could only grab his feet like this and plead humbly.

"Why do you do that? Is it just because of the difference in faith?"

Tears blurred Juao's vision, and he felt his body freeze, a large amount of blood spilling from the wound left by the kestrel earlier.

"I almost got the good things, Mr. Holmos, why did you burn them to the ground?"

This grand enthronement ceremony, the revelry of the devotees, the hymn of Lia...... It was all ruined, the theater square was turned into a blood-colored slaughterhouse, the believers died one by one, and Liya's pure white dress was dyed dark red.

Lorenzo didn't know what to say, as if he was confronted by Lawrence, he couldn't say anything, and finally could only speak stiffly.

"Hu Ao, this is a hypocritical god, a god of the wicked, a god who should not exist. ”

Yes, it's evil, Lorenzo deceived himself.

Juo was silent, but then he roared with the last of his strength.

"I'm not like you, Mr. Holmos, I'm not as strong as you, I'm not as strong as you, I can only try to believe in this kind of thing, to deceive myself and escape!"

Like a demon, Juao reached out with all his might, grabbed Lorenzo's legs, grabbed the broken pieces of iron, and crawled on top of him, trying to stab him.

"If he is the god of the wicked, then what's wrong with believing in him, in my mediocre life, only the god of the wicked has cast mercy on me, and if he saves me, I will give my life for him, if he is a wicked man, then I will also be a wicked man, even if he is a wicked man, then he is also the savior of the wicked!"

Juao angrily stabbed the piece of iron, which was supposed to hurt Lorenzo, but he didn't dodge, and stood in distraction, allowing the piece of iron to stab himself in the chest.

Then the man fell, and Lorenzo looked at Juo blankly, as if the blow had exhausted the last of his strength, and he fell to the ground weakly as if he had lost his soul, his eyes full of unwillingness.

It's too close, so close...... Juao had seen the beauty of life, and he was almost close to it.

He's dead.

The corpse lay at Lorenzo's feet, cold in body.

After all, Juao was just an ordinary man, and he was already exhausted by blood loss and injuries, and after stabbing Lorenzo, he died unwillingly.

A shrill laugh rang out, and Lawrence laughed at Lorenzo.

"See, Lorenzo, I am the righteous, I am the Savior of the world......

Before Lawrence could finish his words, the cold sword light slashed, and the broken head flew out of thin air, and the broken body fell soon after.

The secret blood gradually cooled down, and finally the fireworks on his body were extinguished, and Lorenzo stared blankly at the messy theater square.

For a moment he faltered.

There is no absolute good or evil, just the strife caused by different positions, everyone is doing what they think is "righteous", no one will be persuaded by others, everyone is moving forward, running wildly on the broken road, until they achieve their goals, or die halfway through.

Everyone is righteous, everyone is evil, everyone can ascend to heaven, everyone will go to hell.

Footsteps sounded, and a warrior walked over to Lawrence's severed head, removing the mangled mask from the bloody skull, and the skin was glued to the metal under the heat.

Tear it off vigorously and put it on your face.

"In the end, I won, Lorenzo, you have no power, but you don't have the heart to give up everything. ”

Lawrence said as he walked slowly towards Lorenzo.

"Shut up!"

Lorenzo roared, only a few twisted tracks of light could be seen, and then Lawrence's body was sliced into pieces, his heart shattered, and his neck shattered, leaving only a blur of flesh and blood.

Walking over to the severed head, Lorenzo lifted his foot and stomped it down hard, shattering the nasty mask.

Lorenzo thought that this would be the only time to get a brief moment of silence, but more footsteps came from all directions, enveloping the place.

Countless figures in the darkness slowly approached until the light illuminated their faces and countless dark masks.

"Lorenzo, the will cannot be killed, no matter how many times you kill me, I will come back. ”

People said in unison.

Everyone was terrified by the strange sight, and the crowd burst into playful laughter again.

"If you think I'm wrong, then correct me. ”

Lawrence looked at Lorenzo, who was distracted, and said contemptuously.

"If you want to destroy me, replace me with a greater will. ”

The sound of metal continued one after another, and at some point the fighting around them had gradually subsided, and hundreds of warriors surrounded the theater square.

At this moment, the defeat of the operation is decided, Lorenzo loses this time, and the loss is complete.

Do you want to escape?

Lorenzo never thought of the word.

So what is the reason for continuing to fight? But what is the reason for fighting yourself?

Lorenzo was so confused that he could barely hold the nail sword in his hand, he wanted to kill Lawrence, so what was the purpose of killing Lawrence?

Is it for revenge, for the secret blood not to be abused, or is it ...... To cover up their shame and incompetence.

For a moment Lorenzo felt ridiculous, he hadn't felt it that way in a long time.

Lorenzo felt several eyes fall on him, and he turned his head to see the others.

Kestrels, Eve, Erin, Haybod, ......

Everyone is wounded, uneasy and panicked in this crisis scene, and in the near future everyone will die, one after the other, in front of their eyes.

Lorenzo was scared, he had never been scared before, it was another Advent night, losing all the Advent nights.

Some things can't be solved by slashing alone, Lorenzo may be able to survive in despair, but others can't, many can't, he can kill demons, but he can't kill death.

"No...... Lawrence. ”

Lorenzo's eyes were filled with rage, and he clenched his nail sword and Winchester.

He had failed once, in the Emerald of many years ago, in that dry well of corpses and blood.

Lorenzo couldn't afford to fail again, he wasn't going to let this happen again.

Absolutely not.

"I'm going to save the world...... I will be the new Savior. ”

Lorenzo snapped.

"Then prove it to me, Lorenzo Holmos. ”

Lawrence replied.

More people appeared around, and they were like the Iron Curtain, slowly advancing, squeezing the living space of Lorenzo and the others.

"Run. ”

Lawrence said.

Then the roaring erosion was released with Lorenzo as the origin, and everyone felt a disgusting depression in their hearts, and under this instantaneous change, even the advance of the Iron Curtain was stagnant for a moment.

[Run.] 】

Lorenzo's voice echoed in everyone's mind.

The operation failed, and the enemy was already surrounded...... The most important thing is that Lorenzo can't kill Lawrence, Lawrence is right, will can't be killed, no matter how bravely Lorenzo kills, it's just in vain.

Run!

"Let's go!"

Lorenzo yelled at the others, the sharp sword light cut a way between the warriors, their desire to fight did not seem to be strong, and everyone's eyes kept on Lorenzo as if they were laughing at him.

They had fought like heroes, but now they fled like lost dogs, and the line between good and evil was blurred, and everything was reduced to a gray of pain and cloudiness.

"Lawrence ......"

A weak voice rang out, and someone in the corner of the battlefield was groaning in pain.

"Migar, you look terrible. ”

A warrior not far from Migar suddenly turned around and walked to Migar's side with a smile, his dark mask like an abyss attached to his face.

The darkness was so thick that I couldn't see anything clearly.

"Save ...... Help me, Lawrence. ”

Migar struggled to raise her hand and grabbed Lawrence by the collar.

"That's not going to work, Migar. ”

Lawrence looked distressed, shook his head, and knocked Migar's hand off.

"What did you say?"

Migar looked incredulous.

"I said no, Migr, it's a ritual, and a ritual requires sacrifices, doesn't it?"

Lawrence caressed Migger's withered face affectionately.

"No one can be trusted, just like Lorenzo Medici promised you, and you betrayed him in the end, aren't you, you're a monster dominated by power, and people like you don't deserve a place in the surviving paradise when the end comes. ”

"Lawrence!"

Migar's voice was frightened, shrill and piercing, but soon he couldn't make a sound, and Lawrence took off his mask and slowly buckled it to his face.

His voice weakened, but his body struggled hard, and Lawrence said with a kind smile.

"Is this a form of revenge? ”

Lawrence muttered to himself, his wrist straining, pressing against Migger's face through the mask, the sound of bones shattering, the cry of pleading, but soon all of them died down.

Migger's body no longer moved, no matter what power he had in life, but when death came, the corpses were the same.

"Let me save the world, for the survival of all mankind. ”

Lawrence muttered to himself and put on his mask again, blood spilling from the cracks like weeping tears.