After the blizzard stopped, the intense burning lasted for several hours and finally slowly stopped, like a carnival after a sacrifice, and the remaining ashes danced wildly like scattered black snow in the sky.

It seemed that everything was over, new and old grudges, glory and shame, all thrown into the flames and burned out.

The night sky was deeper, and there seemed to be a pitch-black behemoth slowly diving.

The giant whale of steel and machinery swam slowly in the clouds, the sails cut through the cumulus clouds, the heavy steam overflowed like breath, and the engine thundered like a storm.

"How is the Geiger Index reacting?"

"It's in the stable range, and it looks like Lawrence is dead. ”

The brief conversation took place in the command room, this time with Arthur himself leading the team, and in some dark spaces, various lights reflected his old face.

He stood at the front of the command room, the transparent composite glass covering the ground beneath his feet and in front of him, the fire burning brightly and not knowing when it would be extinguished.

"Do you need to keep observing?"

Kestrel asked.

Due to the heavy load, the Dawn does not have much ammunition reserves on board, and its current military strategy is more inclined to covert transportation.

"Go on, we have to wait a little longer. ”

Arthur said vigilantly.

Lawrence's horror has been deeply planted in everyone's heart, he can't guarantee what will happen if Lawrence is not dead, once they dove rashly, maybe they will step into the scope of the erosion, all they can do is continue to wait, to ensure that the situation will not change in any way.

"Do you need the Original Sin Armor to investigate? There are only a few first-generation armors in the cabin right now, ready to dive at any time. ”

Kestrel suggested again.

"A generation of armor?"

Arthur frowned.

"This is Merlin's proposal, the second generation of armor is indeed controllable, but in the face of Lawrence...... Even the dying Lawrence was still a little lacking in ability, so the mothballed generation of armor was taken, and Galahad was on standby in the rear, so he could drive it again. ”

The cold voice replied), Kestrel knew very well what it meant to pilot again, since the last time it lost control, Galahad had been severely eroded, and this use would be his death, but he was the only one on the Dawn who had experience piloting a generation of armor.

"Where's Lancelot?"

"Also consumables, Merlin said he should use them in more important places. ”

The conversation fell silent suddenly, and for a moment all that was left was the mechanics and the single-frequency signals.

"Enough sacrifices tonight, forget it. ”

Arthur let out a long sigh, just feeling tired.

"So, for Lorenzo...... Canonization what?"

"Canonization?"

Arthur didn't understand the words of the kestrel somewhat.

"It's like some ...... Approval of a knight, like the knight's class or something, although it doesn't matter to a dead man anymore, but it's a testament to it. ”

Kestrel thought for a moment and continued, not quite sure how to express it.

"It's not the witcher part, it's the part of Lorenzo who really exists as a human. ”

"I didn't expect you to think of that. ”

Arthur was surprised.

"It's nothing, it's just a casual realization, and a lot of times recognition is a very important thing, like I'm no longer a street gangster, but a guard of the walls of human reason...... Although he is still dancing on the tip of the knife, in this case, even death is a little irrevocable. ”

Kestrel continued.

"Human beings are like that, they are always impressed by strange things. ”

"Does that sound good, I'll consider it. ”

Arthur replied.

......

There was a thin shadow swaying on the edge of the fireworks, and Seleu didn't know how long she had been walking, but at last she arrived here along the sleeper, and she was dumbfounded.

There was no superfluous explanation, she knew very well what was happening, but it was like deceiving herself, she couldn't believe it, walking on the battlefield of gunsmoke, the blackened earth still carried the hot residual temperature, and the molten iron that had not yet cooled and solidified flowed slowly, as if it was the birth of hell.

Seleuc was like a little girl picking up garbage, walking back and forth in this metal cemetery, and finally she found what she wanted.

I had the impression that the detective who could beat a cart of people with Winchester on his shoulders was gone, and he was half crushed under the twisted carriage, his eyes closed and dirty.

She was a little afraid to look at it, it was like a burned corpse, most of the body surface had been burned black by the heat, and the witcher's proud vitality could no longer save him, like a rag doll that had been bitten by a wild beast, shattered and withered.

In fact, unlike the long paragraphs of incitement in the story, there is no touching section when the thread is turbulent to the extreme, and Seleuc can't think of anything to say, nor can he feel the existence of any thread, just a blank, everything is blank, a nightmare that can't wake up.

Lorenzo has always been so restrained, restraining the human part, obviously a living person, but he has to restrain all his feelings for that ridiculous long-cherished wish.

As he said, it really didn't end well for the guy who got too close to the witcher, but in the end, Lorenzo managed to get out of Seleuc safely...... No one could figure out what the witcher had in mind in his final moments.

Sitting down slowly, she couldn't even sense the presence of anything around her, not even the blood wriggling in the fire couldn't attract her attention.

Lawrence was dead, but the blood of the Holy Grail was not yet, and it finally took over the whole body, trying to crawl out of the blazing fire.

I don't know how long it took, but she stood up again, looking vicious.

"Lorenzo Holmes. ”

It may be too similar to Lorenzo, and the angry appearance also has a shadow of him.

"Lorenzo Holmes, you bastard can't just die!"

Looking at that dirty face, this witcher had a goddamn rotten temperament even if he was going to die, and the corners of his dry mouth were raised, as if killing Lawrence was the fulfillment of some damn revolutionary long-cherished wish.

"yes, you can't die yet. ”

The girl whispered repeatedly, furious.

As in many previous conversations, the meaning of this demon hunter's life is too fragile, and this madman only has two things on his mind, either killing demons or on the way to killing demons.

This thing's life is a proper tragedy, and now that the damned witcher has completed his revenge, it doesn't matter if he goes to heaven or hell.

But that's not enough, it's not enough.

......

"I ...... Is this dead?"

Lorenzo looked up slowly, still the familiar ice field, and he sat on the bench.

"Almost. ”

Watson sat next to Lorenzo, she replied.

Lorenzo was a little surprised at first, but then accepted it calmly.

"It may be a dying person, and I don't care about anything. ”

"Is that even the wariness of me?"

"Of course. ”

Lorenzo replied, "Wouldn't it be nice that I am dead and you are dead, and that not only will I kill Lawrence, but I will die with you." ”

Watson shook her head with a smile as she continued to say something Lorenzo couldn't understand.

"You really seem to have forgotten a lot, and you haven't recovered yet?"

"Forget what? It doesn't matter what, Watson, I'm going to die, no amount of memories is better than a cigarette...... I'd still like to have a meal if I could. ”

It's really Lorenzo, and he's still talking bad things when he's going to die.

"So what's next, a strange train bursting through the sky and taking me to hell?"

Lorenzo said and looked at the end of the ice field, he had always had this strange sense of déjà vu, it was like a bench waiting for a bus, but what kind of neuropathy would have built a stop here?

"You know very well what the world is after death, Lorenzo. ”

Watson said.

The somewhat playful countenance gradually calmed down, and Lorenzo replied.

"Nothing, like falling asleep, just never waking up again. ”

"Then why not try to live?"

"Maybe I wanted to escape. ”

The two of them talked casually, and it was rare for the witcher to calm down and chat with the terrible weird, just like a confession before death.

"Escape?"

Watson was a little surprised, he didn't expect such a word to appear in Lorenzo's mouth, to which Lorenzo just nodded very seriously.

"Yes, after all, the witchers still have the human part, we are not pure humans, nor are we pure demons, living in the gap between the two worlds, wandering between black and white. ”

"I still have human weaknesses...... Cowardice, pity, recocity, etc., ......"

"Do you really think it's really fun to kill demons every day?"

Lorenzo asked rhetorically.

"But I saw that you were very happy to kill?"

Watson said without giving face, to which Lorenzo was momentarily speechless, but then continued to answer.

"Well, I'll admit it's pretty cool to hack them to death...... But I'm actually really tired. ”

Lorenzo said sadly.

"Everyone is dead, only I survived, all I can do is to sacrifice everyone with anger, even if I don't want to continue, that anger will still drive me, but I am not a perfect person after all...... Or a demon, I'm a crippled guy, with the power of a demon and the weakness of a human being, and I'll still get tired after all, and I can't walk anymore......"

"You know what that feels like? It's like having a hellish mission, and you know that you can't leave it behind, and you can't leave it, but one day you're going to die, and you want to be resigned to death, and you're free, and you're going to say goodbye to the mission. ”

"So that's your escape?"

Watson asked.

Lorenzo nodded.

"Yes, this anger has burned for too long, I've been burned from firewood to ashes, and I've just released the last of my residual warmth...... I really can't burn, and even if I die like this, everyone won't blame me......"

Lorenzo said casually, this feeling of being released from the weight is really good, he even wants to go out for a day as an ordinary person, there is no hell of demons and revenge, but unfortunately there is no chance.

The cold wind swept by, rolling up snowflakes like a curtain of floating dàng) and swept Lorenzo's cheeks, freezing to the extreme.

"No, Lorenzo. ”

"What?"

Lorenzo looked at Watson, unable to make out her words.

"I said you can't die yet, Lorenzo. ”

Watson stood up, as if sensing something, and his expression became a little subtle.

"You will die, and like all life, you will die, but ...... Not today, Lorenzo. ”

She looked at Lorenzo haughtily, her gaze grim.

Lorenzo's heart shuddered, for the first time he was shocked by this strange thing, he could never figure out what she wanted, or what she would do, but then he heard the calm roar ringing in his ears.

"Your anger hasn't been extinguished, have you? You're only running away because you don't have any hope, aren't you?"

Lorenzo looked at her in a daze, the hand piercing his body and gripping the heart that was slowly stopping.

Yes, he had no hope at all, under the bombardment, even with secret blood, he was fragile like an ordinary person, so he chose to die calmly.

It's not an escape, it's a desperate renunciation.

"I know you too well, Lorenzo. ”

"The pain of the ages has tormented you, the flames of anger have been burning, and you have long since reached the depths of Hell, one with the demons. ”

She whispered in her ear.

"Where there is a demand, there is a price. ”

Intense pain erupted along the heart, and the beaten beat, which had subsided, grew strong again, and it roared like the sound of war drums.

"You...... What did you do?"

Lorenzo bent over in pain, an indescribable pain, as if it were a torture from the soul.

"That's the price. ”

Watson held his head down and forced him to look at himself.

"If the firewood has burned out, then add some more, and you are doomed to die in a raging rage, not just a peaceful death.

This is part of the curse. ”

So on the burning battlefield, Seleu said angrily.

Now her share was no longer the protected beggar, she was Seleuc, Seleuc Stuart, the young duke of Honor.

"If the meaning of your existence is so fragile, then let me strengthen it for you. ”

She muttered to herself, clenching the broken sword on the ground with residual warmth, and she swung it ferociously despite the scorching temperature.

"Empower you with more ...... The meaning of being alive ......"

Seleuc roared like a young lion cub.

"Lorenzo Holmes, I recognize your existence, as a human being!"

"In the name of Stuart. ”

The broken sword rested on the broken shoulder.

"I grant you!"

It was as if countless ghosts were screaming, wielding swords and shields, singing the praises of everything that seemed to overlap with what seemed to overlap with a hundred years ago.

War awarded! War awarded! War awarded!

They preached.

The sound of metal comes through history.

The tidal wave of erosion was sparked by the dying wreckage and spread to every part of the battlefield in an instant.

The Geiger Indexer on the Dawn reached its peak, and the Secret Blood Flame was dàng), and the ancient curse dragged the dead soul back to the present world.

【Secret Blood Awakening 31%】

The heart of the war drums, roaring.