The cold wind and snow swept through Lorenzo, leaving a faint layer of snow on his clothes, leaving a huge mutilation in the ice in front of him, and the broken crowd struggled in it, like sinners drowning to death.

The man stood up, shaking the snow off his body, and he stepped on the ice floe, casually stepping on the dry palms or kicking down the head of an abomination.

"Are you going to try it? It's very decompressing. ”

In this hellish scene, the men are still playing hard.

Lorenzo shook his head, rejecting the damn entertainment, and asked, looking at the dehumanized ugliness.

"Is this what it is?"

"Partly, it's just a temptation, even after being locked up for so long, it's happy to test the solidity of the cage, and it's waiting for the moment when there will be a gap in these iron cables. ”

The gaze looked through the dark blue waters, the deepest part of the entwined iron cables, and the darkness of the seabed.

"The real thing is hiding there, recuperating. ”

The man turned his head and patted his chest to look at Lorenzo.

"But don't worry, with me, as the gatekeeper of the demon, the jailer must be stronger than the prisoner, isn't it?"

He was always so confident, and because of his self-confidence, he died.

"And then again, Lorenzo, it's time for you to leave. ”

The man finally put away his smile and looked serious.

“...... Do you know what that thing is?"

Lorenzo finally asked, if the man is also a lonely soul living in his own memories, and there is a strange connection between the two, then he may have also understood what he saw.

The man nodded, but said nothing, with an eerie smile.

"What's that?"

Lorenzo asked again.

That thing, the thing that gave rise to everything that is now, the Sacred Coffin.

Everything that Lorenzo had experienced had its roots in that mysterious object, and now Lorenzo was only a thin line away from it.

"You're not right, after all, you weren't qualified to participate in that feast. ”

The fragmented picture was pieced together, and no answer was needed, and Lorenzo's first dreams were now explained, the conversation with Imam Lawrence, the invitation from the Pope, the celebration of God's birthday, the death of the last demon.

It wasn't Lorenzo's dream, it was the dream of the man in front of him, the two people's wills intertwined, and they didn't meet until today, many years later.

The confusion was explained, and Lorenzo looked at the man.

"It was an embarrassing memory, I lost everything that night. ”

He whispered a little nostalgically, but soon the fragile expression was gone, and he snapped.

"That thing is its remains, Lorenzo, you know what it means, right? ”

He reached out and patted Lorenzo on the shoulder, and the temperament of the witcher returned to him, after many years.

Like a coronation ceremony, in this forgotten desolate realm.

Lorenzo's pupils shrank, as if he didn't expect this to be the result, but in the sense, the cold blood boiled again, he couldn't tell what the sense of mission was, or the meaning of revenge, he just felt that there was a fire burning and needed to be released.

"This ...... That's why you dragged me in, right?"

The lonely ghost hidden deep in his memories noticed it, and finally saw himself as the connection deepened, and it was not a touching meeting, but the beginning of another hunt.

The man nodded, hiding all the touching emotions in his heart, and he once again turned into that cold appearance, full of majesty and solemnity.

"Lorenzo Holmes, our mission is not over, the night of Advent is not over!

There was madness and hatred in his eyes, a shuddering rage that even those who mourned and drowned.

He spoke like an oath.

"Kill it, cast it into a furnace, burn it to ashes, sink into the depths of the sea, erase all traces of its existence, and make it forgotten forever!"

It was the hatred of the gatekeeper, and he was like a ghost who had accumulated that hatred that had never dissipated.

He leaned closer and whispered in Lorenzo's ear like a child's dream.

"You haven't forgotten, have you? ”

Remembering the little poem inscribed on Winchester, Lorenzo whispered it.

"Even in the twilight of life, it should burn and roar at the end of the day. ”

"Fury, rage!"

"Angry at the fading of the light. ”

So the man kicked Lorenzo with a wicked smile and kicked him into the icy waters, and countless hands grabbed him as if they saw hope, trying to drag him into the deep darkness.

The suffocating cold invaded all of Lorenzo's senses, and the lonely cold completely enveloped him, as if he were cut off from the world, until the stinging heat burned his body, and then the man's voice sounded in his ears like a spell.

"Go back to hell. ”

So the world was filled with light.

......

It was a boring fight, and with Lorenzo's head in his hands, the witcher seemed to be dead from the moment he had just gone, stopping all his movements and allowing Ed to attack.

Perhaps because of that dream, it made Ed even more angry, this witcher's retirement life is indeed very good, so good that even this simple erosion can't resist it, it's a shame for the witcher.

The temperature of the palms of his hands began to rise, as if slowly killing a small animal, Ed tried to burn Lorenzo's brain directly to ashes, and the demons around him waited anxiously, they longed for Lorenzo's flesh and blood, like beasts waiting to be fed, waiting for the master's orders.

In the light, Ed seemed to be still hopeful, hoping that Lorenzo would wake up, which would be as pointless as killing a corpse.

Time passed little by little, and Ed suddenly laughed, and his anger completely overwhelmed his mind, and he was actually angry with a corpse.

Reaching out, he had to make the final determination, Ed was going to determine which branch of the witcher he was based on the alchemical inscription on Lorenzo's back, and the flaming hand reached for the clothes, and just as he was about to tear off the disguised coat, the flaming hand was choked by death.

He raised his head sharply, and a pair of equally fiery eyes stared at him.

It was a thunderous assault, so fast that Ed could only see it dragging into a blazing white light, and then the burning flames were slashed by the howling wind, and the metal covering his body shattered, and the scarlet blood traveled along the trajectory of the blade, spreading in the air.

The sharp nail sword reflected Lorenzo's eyes, and the next moment Winchester let out a gunshot, and the heavy projectile hit the fireworks, the heat may melt the steel, but the kinetic energy carried by the projectile cannot be counteracted.

It was a long-planned combo, with Ed losing his balance under the sword and gunfire, and Lorenzo haunted him like a ghost.

But Ed wouldn't give Lorenzo another chance to attack, the burning net flame rose again, like the sun falling on the ground, and the extreme heat would retreat a little bit for anyone, but Lorenzo rushed over as if he didn't see it, and then the pitch-black blade pierced through the burning fireworks.

Ed looked at the witcher in front of him in disbelief, the pitch-black iron feathers covered his body, protecting him like an armor, blazing white flames poured out from the gaps in his wings, and then Lorenzo's clenching, and the silver-white nail sword also covered the pitch black.

It was a power he had never seen before, and there was no such thing in any branch of the witchers.

The next moment more black swords pierced through it, like the rivets of execution nailing him to the ground.

The hellish voice came from his head, and Lorenzo seemed to hate the thing, and he tapped Ed's burning head with one free hand.

Then looking at Ed with a frightened face, Lorenzo suddenly asked with some curiosity.

"Your silver bolt should be as noisy as mine right now, right?"

As if asking a friend about a normal matter, Lorenzo said as he swung his pitch-black sword again and slashed it hard.