It was the enemy of the sea, with fangs and claws, who came with ominous elements from the deepest depths of the darkness.

Ed stood on the high ground like a god who had come to earth, and the pure flame on his body burned brightly.

Alchemical inscriptions are named after the angels in the Gospels, and different inscriptions work with the secret blood to have different effects, combining the power of the secret blood and alchemy, which alchemists call power.

For example, what Ed has, which is the power brought by Michael's inscription, ignites the ultimate of everything, the blazing angel.

With Eddard's burning, the whole world stirred, and demons poured out of the stiff blood, hoarse, thirsting for blood, like a rising tide against Lorenzo, and the Radiance beyond.

It was supposed to be the inhabitants of Endertown, who had slept in that damn dream, and now completely corrupted into demons.

They were like Eddard's soldiers, smiling past the blazing light.

"It's so sad......"

Lorenzo watched all this quietly, he was not afraid of the endless demons, nor was he afraid of Ed's strength at the moment, he just felt very sad.

Neither the resurgence of the demons nor Ed's hatred was enough to move Lorenzo.

Only that sad rebellion.

Witchers and demons have always lived and died, and now that Eddard is standing with them, not even being attacked, Lorenzo doesn't know what technology can do this, but it is certain that the demons are back, and the sacrifices made on Advent Night seem meaningless at this moment.

He was saddened and angry about it.

"I ...... I'm not a traitor, and from beginning to end, I'm going to die with the demons!"

Lorenzo replied angrily, and the blazing fireworks burst into flames.

He held the flaming blade of his sword in response, and the blazing white shadow split a gap in the dark tide, and the black ashes rose like snowflakes in the wind.

The sharp blade pierced through the tide of the demons that had gathered, and the view was completely occupied by these distorted shadows, and Lorenzo slashed as he strode forward.

He's going to kill Eddard.

The witcher has touched Lorenzo's inviolable line, and those who cross it will die.

But in the next second, pure white light came, like a falling meteorite.

Ed's flaming blade came with heat, pure pure flame and holy silver boiling, deadly flames surging.

"You who are with them are traitors!"

Winchester roared, and the projectiles hit Ed at close range, only to be left with molten iron and spill.

It was the power of Michael, the most extreme heat, like a walking sun.

Under the dazzling light, Lorenzo's vision even began to blur, but he still stubbornly swung his sword, and the secret blood was gradually awakening, he could do it.

But then the fiery hand grabbed Lorenzo's throat, and the violent heat instantly suffocated him.

"No, you don't understand what I've been through. ”

The flaming demon whispered, ignoring the sword strike.

"Everyone celebrated the end of the Demon Age, but because of Advent Night, the Pope signed Decree No. 13...... We thought we were heroes, and we returned to the Seven Hills with great anticipation, but it was not the Pope's reward that awaited us, but the siege of the Knights Templar!"

Endless fire baptized Lorenzo, whimpering in pain, trying to lift his sword and stab Eddard, but in the extreme heat, the nail sword burned red and shattered like molten icestone.

"It was a nightmare, everyone was dead, everyone was besieged in the Seven Mounds, and they sprinkled fire oil and barrage on the walls. ”

Scarlet eyes looked at Lorenzo, and he whispered in his ear.

"Do you know how Michael died?"

The sound was like a hammer blow, shaking Lorenzo's mind.

Of course, he knew who Michael was, and the most powerful witchers of the Demon Hunter Order would have the honor of inheriting the name of the angel, which was their code name and their honor.

"He burned the secret blood, and the level of awakening broke through the threshold, it was the day that fell on the earth, and I could escape from the seven hills with him, and he died in place due to the melting of the silver bolt, and every inch of his bones was covered in molten metal, like a sculpture. ”

The wrist was slightly strained, and there was a scorching sound on the blood, it was a slow execution, venting Ed's hatred.

"We used to be hunters, but now we are prey, they burn every captured witcher, and I am the only one who escapes!

With his rage, the sharp spike sword burst out again, and Lorenzo broke free at the last moment with the shattered sword, white smoke burning from his body, coughing in pain, and he was almost scorched by Eddard.

He retreated forcefully, and at the same time slashed at the ethereal fireworks, bringing a surging light.

More demons pounced, and Lorenzo was unable to fight back for a while under the successive heavy blows, stabbing the broken sword into its skull, and stabbing it down with his backhand along the large mouthpiece.

Looking at the embarrassed Lorenzo, Ed came slowly, the burning continuing as he advanced, and the demons would be reduced to ashes in an instant just by approaching him.

"I will make you feel their pain, and purify you once and for all with the Divine Pure Flame. ”

The Templars did not have Secret Blood, but they were as numerous as ant colonies, and many witchers died of exhaustion before being thrown into burning bonfires, burning along with their bodies.

Or ...... Tell me what happened, and I might be able to make your death easier. ”

In the fireworks that could not be looked at, Lorenzo actually sensed the slightest pleading, and he smiled.

Ed has always been like this, and everything he does is in search of an answer, an answer to the night of Arrival.

Why would they be enemies of the Church with their glory in their hearts, why would their friends die in no apparent detail, and why would the witcher in front of them not want to tell the truth?

Like an obsessive child, all he longs for is that answer, an answer that will make him stop.

All it takes is one answer and it will all end, but Lorenzo knows very well that he can't say it, just like the strange pollution of the demon, that thing can only live in its own memories, and once it is told, its own memories are no longer its only prison.

It will live in Eddard's memories and then expand like a virus.

It's a dead knot that ends only when one party dies.

And so with a roar of disgust, everything fell into a blur.

Lorenzo felt warm, not the furnace-like feeling, but the tranquil gentleness, like immersing himself in warm water, which reminded him of his bathroom, but the next second he became alert, it was the illusion of a nightmare, this strange dream still affected him, and the battle with Ed unconsciously eroded his will.

The burning battlefield was gone, and so was the surging demons, and Lorenzo shuddered before falling out of his chair.

When I looked up, it was a clear night sky, the stars were clearly visible, releasing colorful light, and I stood alone on the cold and windy ice field, with only a hell of a chair left beside me.

Damn! Damn!

After a moment's pause, he angrily pounded the ice, wiping away the ice, and Lorenzo's sad face was reflected in the dark blue ice.

How can I be eroded by dreams at this time, I must wake up as soon as possible!

This time Lorenzo was really panicked, maybe he had already been killed by Ed when he pounded the ground.

Wake up!

Thinking so, Lorenzo tried to draw his sword blade and kill himself, but he felt to the familiar place but did not have his own blade.

What the hell is going on?

When he was in the Order, Lorenzo experienced the special training of this kind of abnormality in dreams, and in dreams the witcher still has an advantage, because it is his own dream, as long as the willpower is strong enough, you are the creator in the dream, which is why Lorenzo can easily get a weapon in the initial dream, after all, he fantasizes about it.

But now he can't do it, everything is so stiff, only he is alone in this desolate world.

"You look so embarrassed. ”

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded, and Lorenzo turned his head sharply at the end of the ice field, and the man walked slowly under the huge full moon.

Lorenzo was stunned, then realized the cause of the problem.

"This is not a dream...... Where's this?"

The man smiled and opened his hand, as if welcoming him.

"Welcome to [Gap]. ”u