The holy angel fell from the sky, the edge of the wound glowing white, and as the fireworks surged, the strange body scattered into ashes, and some of them had not yet burned out, so the blood poured into a mighty rain that filled the bottom of the well.

Under this well-imitated well of sublimation, everything is ready at this moment, as long as the blood of this huge Holy Grail replaces the secret blood, and the sublimation of the soul is carried out.

"Thanks, 042. ”

The old man whispered, and at the same time, the wall of the well and the alchemy matrix on the old man's body were rhythmically releasing glow, and the blood of the Holy Grail also stopped evaporating at this moment and was absorbed into the old man's body, so the blazing fireworks ignited on the old man's body.

He burned like the day.

As if there was some magic in the fireworks, 042 watched it all quietly, and suddenly he didn't feel any so-called fear.

Mangled corpses fell, and the witches collapsed in pools of blood, and in the cracks of the wounds were the melting-silver bolts.

They're dead too, and sure enough, it's still a little too hard for humans to fight against this mysterious reticulator, but there is no fear on the faces of these dead people, it's the same expression as 042, a strange sense of yearning.

This is a simple sublimation, the old man Qi has not undergone the [baptism of the gods], nor has he implanted the silver bolt, and even said that his original body is on the verge of collapse under this huge erosion, but in order to reach that beautiful era, the will of mortals rules everything.

It is also a great sublimation, and the most perfect container is at hand.

The strange power roared and rushed in the veins, and the humble well of sublimation began its final work, and under the light of that light, the blood of the Holy Grail boiled into crimson steam again, which was pulled by an invisible force and poured into the old man's body, and then in the cloudy eyes, blazing white fireworks.

The pressure and corrosion, the impact of erosion are like thousands of sharp knives, repeatedly cutting the old man's will, the will is shattered, but then he is strongly controlled by himself, and continues to act.

"Is this the witcher?"

The old man was a little obsessed with this great power, and although he had only just come into contact with it, the pleasure of this power had already made him realize the difference between witchers and mortals.

Maybe...... Perhaps with such strength, he can really reach that beautiful era.

The blood of the Holy Grail gradually encroached on all of his body, and when it was over, he could activate his power, and with the power came the price, and he could clearly see that the old man's body had begun to change slightly, and the bones had grown deformed hard, and under the pale skin, the cyan veins bulged like a group of entangled snakes.

It's almost over, the old man wants to seize the gap between himself after he gains power and before he is completely alienated, and he wants to seize 042's body in that short gap, only then can it be considered a success.

His eyes fell on 042 in front of him, who knew he was going to die, but he still mustered up the courage to stand in the pool of blood.

This time he was willing to believe in the old man in front of him, and he was willing to believe in that beautiful era.

The old man smiled in relief, and then reached out and tried to touch 042's head, and it was at this moment that a sharp beep sounded, and then a slender silver nail pierced the old man's arm, nailing him to the bottom of the well.

The picture slowed down at this moment, the shattered flesh, the scattered blood, the old man's somewhat puzzled eyes, and 042 constantly leaning back from the impact.

As 042 crashed into the pool of blood, his eyes swept around, and he saw the monsters above the wellhead.

At some point, the battle was drawing to a close, and the Chandal Demon Hunters were unable to resist the Silent Ones' attacks, and countless nail swords nailed the angel-like bodies to the walls of the well like spears, along with the slain Demon Hunters.

Flesh piled up on the surface of the well's walls, and different blood mixed together, all poured into the bottom of the well.

"Your Excellency!"

011's roar echoed through the walls of the well, he was the only remaining witcher, riding on the Silencer, his razor-sharp wings slashing into his flesh, and he sent his nail sword to pierce the heart of the Silencer beneath him.

But it wasn't enough to kill it, and because of the long hours of fighting and the stimulation of power, 011 was exhausted, and in this gap the silence found an opportunity to break through the defenses.

He gritted his teeth and stirred the nail sword, trying to split the body of the Silent One, but he had little strength left, and in the end it was like a child's feeble thrashing.

The old man looked at all this in a bit of a daze, he did not rush to action, but looked at the wall of the well, where there were still black arcs of light beating faintly in the endless flesh and blood, they were pulling blood and bones, and a new silencer was about to emerge from the evil light.

No, it wasn't a birth, it was a return, and the witchers hadn't completely killed the Silencer, all they destroyed was the shell, and the will under the shell had not been killed.

The light of death hovered overhead, and the old man's gaze was a little glazed, and then he burst out laughing.

"Fighting the unknown requires the cost of trial and error. ”

As he spoke, he tugged at his arm vigorously, tearing his entire arm off, and with his other hand grabbed the nail that had been nailed in front of him, and the power burst through his body, and the strange spiral nail was thrown by him like a spear, facing the silent one who fell above.

The spikes pierced through the Silencer's skull, and the broken shell began to crumble, losing its support 011 and falling into a pool of blood, before struggling to get up.

"Your Excellency?"

011 looked up, but then there was a pulsing arc of light shining in front of him.

A black arc of lightning erupted between him and the old man, and the burst of arc light directly annihilated everything it touched, and the collapsed matter was pulled by an invisible force, converging on the core, constructing an angelic appearance.

Blood poured out of the corners of 011's eyes, and he was too tired to maintain the spread of his power, so he didn't even see the sudden appearance of the Silent One.

Quan Neng Shang Da Feng.

This is the last moment, as long as the sublimation is successful, there is still hope for this, 011's eyes burn angrily, his power is pushed to the limit, and even the silver bolt in his body begins to melt at this moment.

He wants to see a moment of hope in that mortal future, find a glimmer of life in this desperate situation, 011 clenched the nail sword, the anger that he has never had, and the joy he has never had, as long as he succeeds, everyone's death will have value.

But suddenly he froze, standing in place, his blazing eyes flashing with a chaotic picture, as if he had seen something sad, and blood flowed like tears.

"Why?"

He looked at the old man behind the black arc, but no one could answer his question.

The body of abomination began to form under the arc light, and along with the intense pain on the old man's body, the old man seemed to be a little unable to believe all this, and couldn't help but question himself.

"I ...... Are you going to die?"

At this moment, half of his body had been annihilated, and when the black arc burst out, the old man was within its range, as if an incomparably sharp knife had cut his body, the section of flesh and blood was incomparably flat, and the blood vessels and bones and hot internal organs were all exposed.

For a moment everything seemed to be moving away from him, and the beauty he held tightly in his hand grew sharp spikes, piercing his palms in an attempt to escape his grasp.

Probably the cause of the near-death, all the sounds were clear, the beeping of the arc, the sound of blood flowing, and the eerie sound of flesh weaving.

"Original...... Did I fail?"

The old man asked himself.

"Yes, you failed. ”

In his own words, he answered his own question again.

He failed.

The black arc light pierced the sharp spikes and pierced the old man's chest.

The Silent One had not yet been fully born, and had simply constructed its head and arms, and its entire torso was still a scarlet spine, but even so, it struck a fatal blow with all its might, only to kill the old man once and for all.

The old man lowered his head, his embarrassed face reflected in the pool of blood that had calmed down.

This feeling is wonderful, he can't say it, obviously he has failed, but he feels more relaxed than he has ever been, it turns out that I don't know when the "golden age" has become a curse for the old man, in order to chase it, the old man has done everything.

When he really realized that he had failed, the old man did not feel sad, but felt a sense of relief from his cage.

He was free.

Everything became beautiful, so it seemed that death was not terrible, anyway, it was like lying on a soft mattress, having a dream that would never wake up.

Beautiful dreams......

"Lorenzo Medici!"

The sudden roar woke the old man awake, and 042 climbed up from the pool of blood, apparently choking on the blood of the Holy Grail, and his appearance was extremely ugly.

The terrible erosion was inflicted on him, and his consciousness was almost in a frenzy, but 042 knew that he couldn't fall like this, and he reached out and approached the old man, as long as he took his body, as long as Lorenzo Medici survived, as long as he ......

The old man opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at 042 with some puzzlement, and slowly raised his arm, only to find that his arm had been alienated into an abomination, and before he knew it, the old man had become a demon-like thing.

Yes, he's just a mortal, and it's a miracle he's survived the blood of the Silencer and the Holy Grail.

He looked at 042, which was getting closer to him, and his consciousness began to fall into chaos.

Who am I?

What am I going to do here?

The demon looked around, seemingly completely oblivious to why he was here, but then a huge hunger and desire welled up from within.

It needs blood, it needs pain, it needs killing.

It......

"Lorenzo Medici!"

Another voice rang out, and 011 struggled to pierce the heart of the silent one, laboriously decapitating it, 011 was about to die, more arcs burst out above the walls of the well, and he simply didn't have the strength to continue fighting.

"I am ......"

The demon muttered to himself, and then, as if remembering some terrible fact, the chaotic vision cleared, and a bloody smile tugged at the demon's hateful face.

In a trance, it was as if countless large hands dragged the demon and pulled it back into the ideal cage, putting on heavy shackles.

"I'm ...... Lorenzo ......"

"Lorenzo Medici. ”

The demon roared and pulled out the spike that pierced through its chest, and then 042 came to it, as long as the demon's hand fell and occupied 042's body, the nightmare would be over, 042 looked at it expectantly, but the hideous arm never fell.

"I ...... It looks like you can't see that anymore. It said.

"What?"

042 doesn't know what it's talking about, it's clear that as long as it invades its body, all this can be formed, the demons will be eradicated, and humanity will usher in a golden age, so many people have died for all this, and at this time it has retreated.

The demon shook his head, and the next moment an illusory shadow flashed in front of 042's body, slicing open his neck, and in pain, 042 stared blankly at all this.

Blood surged wildly, and the scar connected the entire alchemy matrix, and the next moment the glowing light shone again around the well wall.

The calm pool of blood boiled again, and the power was deeply imprinted into 042's soul, sublimating the mediocre substance.

The demon leaned down and hugged 042, whispering in his ear.

"Escape, to the Place of the Seven Hills, to the Cathedral of Santa Narro, where I have prepared a gift for you. ”

"Lorenzo Medici ......"

042 repeats the name.

"You are my continuation. ”

The demon pushed 042 to let him go, and the boy moved his stiff legs, he already knew what the demon was going to do, and he knew what was going to happen next, the blood-colored steam followed him, and he slowly leaned against the edge of the wall of the well, which was the upward step.

Lorenzo Medici was dead, dead long before the spike fell, and now all that was the blood of the Holy Grail forcibly perpetuated his life, at the cost of the demonization of the old body and the degeneration of the abominable monster.

Free will is thus imprisoned, and there is no possibility of escape.

The demon watched the boy leave with a smile, and as the boy ran wildly, countless arcs of electricity burst out again, but this time there were also fireworks burning on the walls of the well.

"Someone has to survive, someone has to usher in a golden age. ”

The demon muttered under his breath.

The demon hunters who had been crucified on the wall of the well opened their eyes again, their bodies began to alienate, the silver bolt overheated and melted, the abominable power poured into the surviving body, the demons roared and fought with the reappeared Silencer, and the boy turned his head upwards without looking back.

The fresh air poured into his mouth and nose, and he stumbled and fell to the ground, and when he struggled to get up, he suddenly found that the sky had already fallen, and in his familiar direction, endless fires ignited the night sky, like a long nightmare.

The great divine descends on this night.