In many cases, the art of killing can also be called art.

This was said by a friend of Lorenzo's a long time ago, a very sassy witcher, wielding an elegant rapier, a handkerchief in his pocket, wearing white gloves, and spraying a large swath of perfume on his body after each action.

Lorenzo once thought that this guy was really just a clean narcissist, but then he realized that this elegant witcher was really an artist, his sword fighting skills were extremely exquisite, watching him kill the enemy was like enjoying a dance, after a dance, the enemy fell weakly, the scarlet blood was like the red flower spilled by Guan Zong, and there was no trace of blood on his body, like the wind.

Thinking of this old friend is not a marquee before death, but Lorenzo suddenly realized that he had also reached the level of an artist, looking at his instantaneous reaction and game just now, the situation was instantly reversed under Lorenzo's counterattack, if that friend was there, he would definitely applaud himself.

The new spiked sword was drawn from the suitcase hanging from his waist, and Lorenzo stared coldly at the burning white flame, waiting for the figure to die in it.

The expected scenery did not happen, but instead began like a nightmare.

In the boiling pure white, the pitch-black figure slowly walked out, such a fiery white flame seemed to wrap around him like a cloud, he pulled out the nail sword in his chest, and threw it aside casually, Ed looked at Lorenzo with a hideous smile, and then the pure white similar to the fireworks continued to expand in his pupils, like a fire burning in the abyss, burning, and finally overflowing the dark cage.

"Does it hurt?"

He looked at Lorenzo triumphantly, then raised the blade of his sword.

The previous sword strikes were so fast, like white light that could be held, Lorenzo couldn't distinguish his weapon at all, but at this moment he could see it clearly, and then the burning pain came from the wound in his shoulder.

The self-healing of the secret blood was contained, and it seemed that some force had prevented Lorenzo from healing itself, and the wound was hideous and terrifying.

"Yes...... Holy Silver. ”

Lorenzo saw the sword clearly, and was terrified by the terrible truth.

The sword in Ed's hand was only the blade and hilt, like a silver-white spike, like Lorenzo's nail sword...... The Demon Hunter's Order's nail sword, to be exact.

It has been used by users for many years, and because of proper maintenance, the blade is still sharp, but there are many deep and shallow scratches on the blade, and I don't know how many enemies have been killed.

"Holy silver, the alchemical product of faith, every great saint dedicates himself to a burning iron furnace when he dies, and the dying body sings a prayer, and the tumbling liquid silver swallows them, cools it and is treated by an alchemist to become a product called holy silver. ”

The madness in Ed's eyes faded away, and with nostalgia and a hint of sadness, he flicked the blade of his sword.

"Demon Hunter, this weapon is a weapon against demons, but it is also deadly to us. ”

"I know. ”

Lorenzo interrupted Eddard, and he finally faced the enemy in front of him, with mixed feelings.

"We are demon hunters, and we have secret blood, and the secret blood is essentially derived from demons, which means that we are actually a group of ...... who can control demonization Devil. ”

"Yes, so the Holy Silver that kills the enemy will also kill ourselves. ”

Ed whispered, and then the madness swept over again, and he held the nail sword, the tip of which drooped slightly, a stance that Lorenzo was familiar with in Bologna swordsmanship.

"So what is this? Dragon slayers become evil dragons?"

As if a mockery of fate, Lorenzo smiled helplessly as he looked at the witcher in front of him.

"You're the one who did all this, right? Except for the dead demons, we are the only ones who know how to use the demons. ”

"What do you mean? This nightmare illusion? I can't do that much, at most I'm a thug. ”

"You're working for demons?"

"Any questions?"

Lorenzo shook his head, slowly raised his nail sword and took a similar posture to Ed, the two of them had their burning eyes in the blades, and this huge battlefield was their dueling arena at this moment.

"So what are you for?"

Lorenzo finally asked.

"There are many reasons for this, such as the fact that I've been trying to find my kind for so many years, after all, I have so much to ask. ”

"What do you want to know?"

Lorenzo grimaced, he thought he was the only survivor, but now it seemed that Lady Luck was not the only one who favored him.

"There are many, such as why the Order has been disbanded, and why the world no longer needs us, and ...... Secret Order No. 13!"

Eddard's voice eventually turned to a roar, and he hoarsely forwarded, pure white fireworks covering his entire body like a burning beast.

Secret Order No. 13.

For a moment, Lorenzo's mind froze, but then the dazzling sword light dragged his thoughts back to reality, barely meeting them, but his brain couldn't stop thinking.

Why Secret Order Thirteen, what did the Order do in its final madness!

This is a battle between two demon hunters, the violent swordsmanship with blazing white fireworks, Ed's secret blood is gradually awakening, the strength and speed are increasing minute by minute, and the impact from the blade is getting heavier and heavier.

"What are you waiting for, witcher, awaken that filthy secret blood!"

Ed's nail sword slashed with great force, Lorenzo was forced to retreat a few points, and then used Winchester to shoot, but Ed was now under the protection of the secret blood, and the swiftness of his figure had reached a strange level, and the distance that was obviously inevitable was forcibly dodged by his rapid pace.

"We don't have to die to the death!"

Lorenzo blocked the sword strike again, then yelled.

He and Ed might be the last witchers, maybe the two of them would be able to spell out the deepest doubts of the Order by merging what they knew, but Ed refused, he yelled.

"No chance, witcher!"

The heavy sword blow fell again, slashing at the ground, leaving a deep sword mark.

"So who exactly are you working for now!"

Lorenzo gritted his teeth, as if he didn't expect that the long-dead Order would still be able to stand in his way today.

Ed didn't answer, just blindly attacked.

"No...... Who are you...... All the witchers have died on the night of Arrival!

Suddenly remembering something, Lorenzo finally realized the suspicion between these things, and he questioned again.

As if to get Ed's attention, this time he didn't go on the attack, with mad joy in his eyes, as if he had found some treasure.

"You know what happened that night, don't you?"

The suspicions of the Demon Hunter Order finally cleared up a little, and Ed slowly recounted with years of hatred and incomprehension.

"Of course I'm a witcher, but I'm still out on a long-term mission when you go to the Seven Hills to celebrate the Birthday of the God. ”

"You know exactly what's going to happen next, right? ”

Looking at Lorenzo, although Ed did not say much information, in Lorenzo's eyes, a clear story had emerged, and he was silent, what should have been buried in the deepest part of his memory.

"The Night of Advent event broke out, after which the Pope signed Secret Decree 13, and immediately after the dissolution of the Demon Hunters, the Demon Hunters who once defended humanity became rats in the sewers to be slaughtered. ”

"Why, witcher, why did we get such a result?"

Like a child who doesn't understand social principles, Ed looks at Lorenzo and keeps asking, as if asking himself, and as if asking Lorenzo.

Looking at Ed's crazy and sad cheeks, Lorenzo had left the Order after Arrival, he had guessed that there would be a purge of the Church, but he hadn't expected it to be Secret Order 13.

"Isn't that a good result?"

Lorenzo asked suddenly, with that feeling of being a child.

"The black-hearted company is finally dead, we are finally free, why should we still indulge in hatred?

Lorenzo laughed as he spoke, as if amused by himself.

But Ed shook his head, and he looked at Lorenzo like he was looking at a self-deceiving fellow.

"Witcher, you are more pitiful than me, I look directly at my pain, but you hide yourself with ridiculous dreams, and the best proof is that you still have a nail sword. ”

Viciously cursed, he said to Lorenzo.

"You're scared, aren't you, afraid of the demon that suddenly came out of the darkness, so you're clinging to the nail sword. ”