There was still a blazing residual heat on the iron serpent, and the witchers clung to the edge of the wreckage to prevent themselves from being left behind by the swift iron serpent, the pain and the cold of the torrential rain disturbing their minds, and they couldn't figure out what was wrong.

But then a sharp hook was nailed to the iron serpent, and before the demon hunters could react, the sharp nail sword cut through the rain curtain, and cut off the flesh and bones that stood in their way.

The wound was split along his neck, and the internal section could be clearly seen in the splatters of blood, and the witcher's face still retained the look of consternation, and his eyes tried to look back, he tried to figure out what had happened in this short moment, but all he could see was the whirlwind of death galloping.

The moment he landed on the Iron Serpent, Lorenzo let go of his hook gun and held the nail sword in both hands, wielding it with wind and blood.

His whole body flew up and down, the rain obscured him perfectly, it was an incredible attack for the witchers, they were hunters, Lorenzo was the prey, and now the prey had set a trap and killed the hunters.

As the skull was slashed, another massive wound appeared on the body of another witcher, and Lorenzo slashed the witcher in front of him first, giving him a brief time to defend himself, and he set up his nail sword to block his chest, followed by the force of the blades clashing together.

The rain wet the ground, coupled with the oncoming wind, he didn't stand firm for a while, he shook slightly, and then the stormy sword momentum was suppressed.

The action was clean, it was a hunt, a counterattack, a revenge, Lorenzo didn't give anyone a chance, kicked the headless corpse, let the witcher roll and fall, and finally fell into the white expanse behind him.

Demon hunters also have a fatal weakness, that is, when the secret blood has not fully risen, at this time they are just mortals with extraordinary physique, and cutting off the head can effectively kill the demon hunter at this stage, just like Lorenzo was hit by a carriage at that time, and the secret blood had not been awakened at that time, Lorenzo was just a stronger physique than ordinary people at that time.

The awakening of the secret blood takes time, and although it is a short time for the witcher, even a few seconds are enough, it is these few seconds that can become a fatal weakness.

The head full of consternation looked at Lorenzo, at the moment of being beheaded, he had awakened the secret blood, but it was too late, blood gushed out of the broken mouth, under the strong vitality, he wanted to say something, but without the support of the trachea, only blood kept pouring out of his mouth and nose.

Lorenzo's battle was reflected in the eyes of the gradually dead eyes, and the heavy blades frantically hit the witcher in front of him, this bad weather would affect everyone, but Lorenzo slashed faster and faster in this cold rainstorm, and the surging sword momentum seemed to roll up a tornado.

Time, Lorenzo needs time, the explosion of the iron snake has achieved the effect of a surprise attack, in which he also took the opportunity to kill a witcher whose secret blood has not yet risen, and now his arrival has attracted the attention of every witcher, and a deadly slash like just now can no longer be done, he must be as powerless as possible to transform as many witchers as possible before the secret blood is boiling.

"Die!"

The witcher in front of him found the gap in Lorenzo's attack, which was a fatal gap, and he tried to fight back, but the spiked sword plated with holy silver cut through the rain curtain and slashed down along the path he had envisioned, and the blow hit Lorenzo's neck directly, and if he exerted any more force, he could cut off Lorenzo's head.

The witcher smiled with delight, but then the smile froze.

The nail sword fell, accompanied by a splash of sparks, a crackling of metal, and the wind at this moment blew the obscured rain curtain, revealing Lorenzo's burning eyes and the sturdy armor that covered his body.

This was a feint, Lorenzo deliberately sold this flaw, under his own sudden attack, the witcher in front of him was under great pressure, he was eager to fight back, so he would not let go of the gap in his attack, and Lorenzo only had to fight back at this time.

Everything was in Lorenzo's calculations, every step of the witcher's mind was in his anticipation, the armor resisted the attack, and at this time, the witcher's chest appeared a huge gap because of the attack, the nail sword fell like a blazing white thunder, two nail swords pierced his shoulders, Lorenzo pulled the blade hard, and his arms were cut off in blood.

Fireworks surged up on the bodies of the two of them in an instant, and the secret blood boiled in the body of the demon hunter, at this moment he was no longer a mortal body, although he lost his arms, but under the protection of the secret blood, this blow could not kill himself.

He thought as the sound of the trigger pulling sounded in front of him.

Lorenzo plunged his spike sword into the steel beneath his feet, holding a short-handled shotgun in his hand, and the other spike sword had penetrated his neck from the side.

The witcher's body trembled violently with the pull of the trigger, and a mist of blood rose from behind him, but it was quickly washed away by the torrential rain.

Several metal projectiles shattered his heart, and Lorenzo didn't even look at him again, drawing his nail sword and kicking the corpse off the Iron Serpent.

These new witchers are nothing more than despicable imitations, they have not seen the cruelty of the times, they have not really experienced the nightmarish fighting, they have no power, but they don't know how to use it.

"The courage to face death, the power to cut through steel, the skill to slay demons, and the cunning ...... to do whatever it takes"

This is the Demon Hunter, and the strength is never the secret blood, but the will to control the secret blood.

Lorenzo stuffed his shotgun back into his suitcase, picked up the spiked sword stuck in the iron serpent, his back to the storm, his cold gaze reflecting the chaotic world, and at this moment, pair after pair of equally hot eyes lit up behind the rain curtain.

This was the end of the surprise attack, and then it was a fierce frontal battle, and Lorenzo slowly spread his hands, raised the blade of his sword high, and forged a strange cross on his chest, like a shield.

He prayed in a low voice.

"Therefore I will not be afraid......

This time not for the ethereal god, but for Lorenzo Holmos himself.

The next moment, several nail swords pierced through the rain curtain, and in order to catch up with the swift iron snake, the secret blood of the demon hunters all burned and boiled, and the blazing fireworks burned wantonly with the surge of power, and the raging fire ignited on their bodies, like angels who had come to the world, waving the flaming wings of fire.

Mighty Michael.

The blazing temperature reached its limit in an instant, and under the superposition of several powers, the iron snake with the smoke burned again, the metal was burned red, and the heavy rain was also evaporated at the moment of contact, and a thick steam rose, but as soon as the steam overflowed, it was torn apart by the burning demons, and they came with divine punishment.

Lorenzo did not have the slightest fear, but clenched the nail sword, and the black snake crawled along his body, wrapped around his body, climbed up his neck, and the snakes entangled, biting and eating his flesh, and then solidified, draped Lorenzo in pitch-black armor.

Energizing Medanzo.

Compared to Mighty Michael, it doesn't have any direct killing abilities, and Mighty Shandafon can't do that kind of trickery, it's a boring power, and the only thing it can do is put on armor for witchers.

With the fall of the fireworks, Lorenzo was completely engulfed by the falling heavenly flames, and the roaring fire was accompanied by a cracking sound, as if he had been hit head-on by a cannonball, and the iron snake was crushed for a few minutes, rubbing violently against the rails, leaving a burning trail as it moved forward.

The scorching sound of steam continued, and the scorching water vapor fled in all directions, and the demon hunters continued to burn and attack, and the fire intensified, as if it was about to burn the evil in front of them completely.

But at that moment a red-hot nail sword pierced through the burning body, like a demon from hell, and the black knight stepped out of the fireworks, the same fireworks burning above the armor.

This is the battlefield where demons and abominations are fighting, and the sharpness of the blade is never the key to determining the direction of the battlefield, but how long you, as a warrior, can hold out in this nightmare.

Power Medanzo was born for this, the pitch-black armor resisted the fireworks, resisted the blade, resisted death, Lorenzo pushed the blade, completely penetrating the witcher in front of him.

He couldn't believe that steel would melt at such extreme temperatures, and iron would not pose a threat to him, but Lorenzo still sent the weapon into his body.

This was the true purpose of the nail sword, and Lorenzo had realized the difficulty of the power Michael in the previous battle, so he commissioned Oscar to create these special nail swords, which were not yet hot enough to melt them.

Pulling it out with all his might, Lorenzo slashed at the witchers on the other side, as if he were dancing in the flames, these Michael witchers thought that their power could burn everything, but they never imagined that Lorenzo could actually act under the fireworks.

The sturdy armor had been burned red, and Lorenzo's flesh was clinging to it, and in the burning pain, the nail sword slashed sharply, and the blood that flowed was like rain, evaporating before it could drip down.

Hold your breath until the Iron Serpent could no longer withstand the scorching heat, and cracked, and the pitch-black figure crashed out of the sea of fire and fell towards the rain curtain.

Lorenzo quickly rolled around the ground a few times, then stabbed his sword and slammed it beneath the ground, steadying his figure.

The cold rain washed over the hot armor, and in the diffuse steam, Lorenzo's armor began to crack and fall off, and they fell into the stagnant water, and there was flesh and blood on it, which could be seen from the broken part of the armor, the skin under the armor was bloody, but soon, the broken place was swept by a group of wandering snakes, casting new armor.

The rails stretched beneath his feet, and they were not in the burning figure, and the fire of the Witcher of Michael had obviously weakened a lot, not only with Lorenzo's desperate attack just now, but also from the bad weather, which was an advantage for Lorenzo.

Behind the flaming figure, there was the sound of more blades unsheathed, and the witchers followed.

Lorenzo slowly stood up, looked down at the nail sword in his hand, and then stuck it into the ground, which was specially made to fight against the macil made by the Michael Witcher, which was cooled by the torrential rain after the extreme heat, like the quenching done by the craftsmen.

After these changes, the two nail swords were no longer enough to support the subsequent battle, Lorenzo opened the suitcase, which was also processed, wrapped with fireproof cloth on the outside and a compartment on the inside, so as not to be destroyed by Michael's heat.

Fortunately, Lorenzo didn't have much time to entangle with them, and the weapons in the suitcase were still well preserved, and Lorenzo took out the spiked sword and shotgun from it, and Lorenzo was fully armed again.

Behind the rain curtain more witches came and surrounded Lorenzo completely.

"What about Moriarty......"

Lorenzo's gaze swept over the witchers who wandered on the edge, the rain obscuring the vision, and in Lorenzo's eyes, they were nothing more than dark blue silhouettes, with blazing eyes fixed on him above the unknown.

The only person who can really threaten himself is Moriarty, and until now Lorenzo doesn't know how Moriarty did it, making people fall into his hallucinations, and Lorenzo is obviously vigilant enough.

However, they didn't seem to want to give Lorenzo more time to think, and arrived with their blades, and at the same moment Lorenzo raised his shotgun.

With the pull of the trigger, a scorching burst of fireworks erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and the burning trail swept in front of Lorenzo, briefly dividing the battlefield.

One moment the fiery dragon's breath took over the entire field of vision, and the next moment the sharp nail sword slashed through the fireworks and rain curtains, and Lorenzo took advantage of the burning path to speed and swing his sword.

The two swords crossed and slashed, and Lorenzo's attack was blocked by the witcher in the piercing sound of swords, and at the same time, the Michael witcher attacked in the direction of Lorenzo, like walking daylight, and the water on the ground was boiling and evaporating with his arrival.

But this time they didn't rush to attack, it seemed that they wanted to block Lorenzo's escape route, and the next moment there was a sound of heavy footsteps, and before Lorenzo could observe, the sharp blade dragged up the wind and slashed down.

In the roar of iron, Lorenzo raised his hand and used the armor of his arm to block the blow, and at the same time, the blazing heat scorched his body, and with the slash of thunder, the same hideous iron shadow appeared in front of his eyes.

Energizing Medanzo.

The rain washed over the pitch-black armor, and the blazing white fireworks rose from the cracks in the steel, and the knight in armor slowly raised his sword blade and slashed at Lorenzo again.