The surging storm created a frantically swirling hole in the sky, like a vortex on the sky, and the two airships circled and twisted with each other, and the distance kept getting closer.

Lorenzo's gaze didn't linger long on the Dawn, and in this bad weather, let alone any kind of broadside battle, the shelling of the Dawn was difficult to hit, and there was no need to expect them to do anything.

A shuddering sound rang out with the surging wind, and Lorenzo swung his blade, severing the flesh that had spread, stirring up a mixture of blood and the storm.

You can see the scarlet flesh like tentacles, slowly wrapping around the entire airship, like some kind of crimson plant, it grows savagely, and the hideous flesh seeps into every crevice, engulfing the Leichenbach little by little.

Everywhere they looked, they were already stained with flesh and blood, and with the control of their nerves, they twisted the covering material with all their might, twisting and distorting the entire airship.

This is the power brought by the demonization, and the demon hunters, driven by the secret blood, began to break through the shackles of the human form and advance towards the twisted demons.

Abandon all humanity and become one of the monsters.

Power Yanar.

Endless threads weave the spider's nest-like environment, and this happens everywhere on the Leschenbach, the flesh that breaks through the body grows greedily, assimilating these substances into parts of the body, covering each place like vines, connecting blood passing through it, and the hard and steel mixed together, like bones, supporting the twisted body.

The entire Reichenbach was burned by the secret blood, and gradually became part of its body.

Like a repetition of the night of Advention, in that burning night, in the countless long days and nights that followed, the witcher named Yanar fought against the demons, demonizing them so thoroughly that his flesh and blood grew and twisted to cover the entire Temple of Stasis.

Hideous tentacles pierced the dead corpses, squeezing the last sustenance out of them, falling down, rising again, repeating until all abomination was slain.

Lorenzo's gaze was awe-inspiring, as if he didn't expect Arnar to be so tricky after demonization, but also, for demonized witchers, Lorenzo never had a specific judgment, after all, the demon hunters of the old order all have silver bolts, the more power they gain, the more demons they incarnate, the faster the deadly holy silver melts down, killing this forbidden life.

This was the bottom line of the old Order, but the New Order didn't care about that.

They have stepped into the forbidden world, incarnated as mortal demons.

It also strengthened Lorenzo's idea that this was an airship bound for hell, and that he would not let any of his guests stay in the warmth of the world.

The spiked sword split through the walls that were entangled in flesh and blood, and the entire Reichenbach had been twisted into a strange appearance, and he didn't have to care if he couldn't get out of the door, he had to find the demonized core, or it would still be resilient to life no matter how much flesh Lorenzo cut off.

Of course, there are more dangers on the Leschenbach at the moment, there are other demonized witchers, and Moriarty, who has been spying on him.

As he thought about it, a roaring sound came from overhead, the ceiling above his head shattered, and the edge of the shatter was still burning with flames, but there was a deadly edge behind it.

The mottled spike was covered with fine veins, as if it were a combination of creature and metal, which reminded Lorenzo of the Original Sin Armor, and the same thing was true of that kind of thing, a mixture of steel and flesh, twisted and stitched creations.

There was no time to think about anything else, the metal cut through the air, let out a piercing roar, and the distorted face of the witcher came with such a strange nail sword, and the timing of its attack was so delicate that Lorenzo had no chance to resist it for a moment.

A white light fell, and a sharp wound split along the face armor, piercing through the breastplate to the ground, and then more cracks appeared on the armor, and hot blood poured out of it.

Lorenzo stepped back sharply, the demonized Demon Hunter's power far more terrifying than he had expected, his flesh healing as he was wounded, and the shattered armor recast as if alive.

The sword light lit up again, and a hazy glow of fire reflected on the rough surface.

The Witcher has seen all of Lorenzo's actions, and with the excitement of the Secret Blood, the Chandafeng Witcher who has stepped into the forbidden can see the distant future.

Lorenzo's movements turned into countless ghosts in his eyes, and everything became traceable.

"Try this!"

Lorenzo threw the nail sword in his hand, and the red-hot blade sped in.

In the eyes of the Chanda-chan witcher, the trajectory of the nail sword throwing had long been predestined, and now it was just a re-enactment of what the Chanda-chan demon hunter had already seen, the two nail swords collided with each other, and Lorenzo's attack was easily defused, but after that there was a roaring gunshot.

As he threw his sword, Lorenzo grabbed his shotgun and fired at the enemy in front of him, making it difficult to dodge some attacks even if he saw the future.

The scattered projectiles pulled out a red trajectory, penetrating the body of the Shang Da Feng Demon Hunter, he did not have the slightest intention of blocking, and directly collided with the projectile, his figure froze, but after a short pause, he rushed again.

It had already rehearsed Lorenzo's fire in its field of vision, but for the current witcher, this kind of shooting could not cause any fatal damage to it, it was not that it did not have time to defend, but it did not care about Lorenzo's attack at all.

The sword light approached again, and the scorched floor under his feet shattered under his feet, and the two fell directly into the sea of fire below, Lorenzo rolled to his feet, but before he could continue to swing his sword, a burning pain came from the wound.

Little by little, the twisted flesh broke free of Lorenzo's armor, like a flower sprouting from a rock, and the scarlet lotus blossomed from above the armor, and under his bewildering appearance, the flesh sank deep into Lorenzo's body like a rhizome, assimilating him little by little.

Lorenzo coughed up blood, and the vines of flesh wrapped around him little by little.

It was the sword, the spiked sword with flesh attached to it, it was the flesh of the Witcher of Arnar.

As its flesh spread, the entire Reichenbach was assimilated into a part of its body, and it can be said that Lorenzo was fighting in the body of an incomparably large demon at the moment, and this increased flesh and blood was like a seed, and with the sword blows of the rest of the demon hunters, it seeped into the flesh and took root.

In a short period of time, countless red lotuses opened on top of the stone-like armor, and Lorenzo tried to move, but his joints were all bound by vine-like flesh.

Behind the sea of fire in front of them, one figure after another stood up and approached Lorenzo.

Countless red threads fell from the darkness above, connecting the hideous figures one after another, and for a moment Lorenzo was a little unable to tell whether they were crazy because of Moriarty's power at the moment, or if they were dominated by the power of Yanar.

Or...... It's both.

"So, where is your place? ”

Lorenzo whispered, and at the same time, the armor on his body was shattered with all the red lotus, and the rhizomes deeply rooted in his body were uprooted as the armor fell off, as if pierced by a sharp sword, and countless holes and scars appeared on the emaciated figure, and blood gushed out of it.

With a nail sword, Lorenzo looked hateful.

Such an injury is enough to kill anyone, but with the boiling of secret blood, the injury will heal in just a few breaths.

Lorenzo also became a monster, an immortal monster like these witchers.

【Secret Blood Awakening 47%】

The cold voice echoed in his mind, but then the voice gradually blurred, and more burning pain spread out of his body.

There was a faint red glow under Lorenzo's chest, as if a scorching sun had turned into his heart, beating hard in the fleshy chest.

Once the final threshold is crossed, Lorenzo doesn't know what he will become, and maybe he will turn into a mad demon and be killed by the completely melted Holy Silver, as he learned in the Order.

There was no time to think about it, after getting rid of the armor, Lorenzo's speed increased dramatically, coupled with the boiling secret blood, the enemy became stronger at the same time, he also became more like a monster.

Fighting the demon hunters in the sea of fire, their eyes hollow, as if the souls under their shells had been burned with rage, and only the bodies of the walking dead remained.

He had always been a violent man, and there was an uncontrollable fury hidden under some cowardly pupils.

The nail sword slashed roughly, swinging the sword at a faster speed, until finally a rising tornado rolled up in the confined space.

The sparks and fireworks are drawn by the blade of the sword, drawing a chaotic trajectory.

In this situation, in the face of these inhuman monsters, the so-called swordsmanship has lost all skills to speak of, and all Lorenzo can do is swing his sword harder, and swing his sword more quickly.

The steel collided with each other, sparks erupting between the witchers and Lorenzo, and in the end it was no longer a blade in his hand.

It was nothing more than a handful of baffled, red-burned, twisted steel.

Lorenzo was in a mess that he had never had, his body was covered with wounds, each of which could be considered fatal, the bones were visible, he didn't know how much blood had been shed, and his clothes had been cut down with only strips of torn cloth, his hair was dyed with sweat and blood, revealing his sturdy and dying body

But in the same way, the red-hot and twisted steel in his hand also slashed the demon hunters in front of him to pieces, and the powerful body fell apart.

One body after another fell to their knees feebly, like slaves subservient to the sovereign, their heads on the ground, devoured by the sea of fire and the spreading flesh, and there was no more sound.

Lorenzo moved on, he was like a god of death, no matter how powerful a life could not escape the fate of death, and if someone refused to do this, then Lorenzo himself carried it out.

The hypertrophic and twisted flesh has spread to the outer wall of the Lessingbach, and from the course to the Dawn, you can clearly see that the surface of the Leschenbach has been covered with hideous flesh, and a huge twisted sarcoma has appeared in the tail of the airship, as if the entire airship is turning from a mechanical to a creature, turning into a giant whale that really swims in the sky.

The flesh and blood in the field of vision are also changing, as if a towering giant tree has descended on the Reichenbach, and the flesh is intricately hidden deep below the deck like the rhizome of a tree.

Lorenzo kicked open the last door, and the hot air rushed in, and the entire power room was covered with blood-red light, and countless sarcomas and rhizomes filled the entire room, and on top of the hot boiler lay twisted flesh, and in the flesh and blood, an indifferent head was embedded in it like a jewel, and only the burning fireworks were left in the empty eyes.

That's the Jarnar witcher who caused all this, and as Lorenzo thought, if you want to completely control the entire Reichenbach, the power room is the best diffusion point.

And what about Moriarty, and what is that cunning snake doing at the moment?

Lorenzo thought so, and in that scarlet glow, Moriarty looked at himself with a smile.

A chill swept over his heart for a moment, and Lorenzo subconsciously closed his eyes to avoid Moriarty's gaze, and it was at this moment that several nail swords pierced through his body.

Pierce the joints, cut the flesh, and nail it into the ground.

No...... I should have killed all the other demon hunters.

In the aftermath of his vision, Lorenzo saw countless red threads supporting the broken bodies, one after another like manipulated dolls, following orders.

Yes, they were all killed by Lorenzo, and it was the Yanar Witcher who attacked, and its flesh assimilated the dead bodies and used it to attack.

And that's not all.

"I won, Lorenzo Holmos. ”

In the scarlet light, Moriarty's smile turned evil.

In this hellish battlefield, compared to these broken corpses and the hideous Lorenzo, Moriarty is the most like a normal person, but he is such a normal person, and there is a fear that drives everyone crazy under his head.

"You...... Took advantage of my ......"

In the midst of intense pain, Lorenzo realized his mistake, and since stepping onto the Leichenbach, they have been calculating and probing.

Moriarty knew that Lorenzo knew the conditions for Powered Raphael, so when Moriarty and Lorenzo met, Lorenzo would definitely avoid making eye contact with Moriarty, and the moment Lorenzo lost his vision, that was the best time for Moriarty to attack.

Lorenzo's vigilance became his weakness, and the nail sword, which had long been in place, fell, killing him perfectly from different angles.

The joints were jammed by the nail sword, the body was pierced and nailed, and the huge wounds were exposed, forcing Lorenzo to prioritize saving himself rather than attacking.

Lost yourself?

No, not yet, the head has not been cut off, the heart has not been destroyed, the secret blood is still boiling, and Lorenzo still has a chance to fight back.

Without the slightest hesitation, the secret blood surged towards the forbidden land, and as long as that last limit was broken, all this could no longer bind Lorenzo.

But suddenly, the rising secret blood cooled down, and the nail sword pierced Lorenzo's chest, piercing his heart, and he looked up to Moriarty close at hand, smiling at him.

Lorenzo watched all this with some disbelief, but then he was laughed at by his childish thoughts.

This is a battlefield of life and death, the enemy will not leave any life for him, and when he steps into Moriarty's trap, his death is already doomed.

After all, his enemy is him, the abominable James Moriarty.

"Looks like I won, Mr. Holmos. ”

Moriarty said softly, turning the hilt of his sword vigorously, shattering Lorenzo's heart little by little.

Death came, but Lorenzo's reaction in the face of death surprised Moriarty.

He thought Lorenzo would weep, he would wail, he would plead for mercy, but Lorenzo did not do so, he looked up, the rising fireworks went out, and his appearance was reflected in his gray-blue eyes.

Lorenzo laughed.

His laughter was hoarse under the injury, and sticky blood was coughed up.

"What are you laughing at?" asked Moriarty.

"So, you're right, Moriarty, we're very similar. ”

Lorenzo ignored him and just spoke to himself.

"We're really alike, so sometimes your 'disorder' can be inferred, after all, you're me, and I know myself too well. ”

Lorenzo's words made Moriarty feel a little uneasy, Lorenzo had always been under his control, even if he caused the attack on the Leichenbach, which he easily defused, but now, this dying guy made him feel a little afraid.

It seems that something is about to happen, something beyond one's control.

"We're too much alike, some neurotic, some arrogant, some narcissistic, and some crazy. ”

Lorenzo's eyes were downcast, and he raised his hand to grasp the blade that pierced through.

"So, if it were me, if I had defeated a strong enemy, I would have been so happy with my bad character that I would no longer hide in the darkness and watch him die powerlessly, but I would have watched him myself, seen him die, and laughed at him with impunity. ”

"So, Moriarty, I'm going to die, a dying man, won't you be wary, right? After all, you've won, and the winner must have the winner's calmness, the winner's mercy. ”

"So, Moriarty ......"

"So you must be the real you, right?"

A sudden chill gripped Moriarty, and he suddenly knew what Lorenzo was going to do.

Moriarty's most difficult thing was the delusional illusion, even if Lorenzo was on full guard, he couldn't guarantee that he could avoid it completely, but he knew very well that there was only one situation in which Moriarty was absolutely real.

When he defeated himself.

"I'm so obsessed with eradicating demons that I've given you a chance to destroy me, but in the same way, Moriarty, aren't you too obsessed with me?

When Lorenzo loses, Moriarty will come out of the weaving illusion and stand in front of him and laugh at himself.

This was the moment.

When Lorenzo loses, that's where his chances lie.

"The monster has come for revenge!

The secret blood detonated in the blood vessels, and the blood that had not yet cooled boiled again, and the twisted and nailed arm curled strangely, holding the nail sword to break free from all restraints, and waving bursts of thunder.

At the same time, Moriarty grabbed the nail sword and thrust it into Lorenzo's chest, and his calm eyes burned again, and Lorenzo did not avoid his gaze, staring at the white sun in front of him, allowing it to burn the darkness in his pupils.

Power Raphael.

No matter what kind of vitality Lorenzo still had, no matter what kind of strategy he still had, in this case, Moriarty completely captured Lorenzo's will and dragged him into that crazy illusion.

He won.

Thinking like this, Moriarty couldn't help laughing, and sure enough, in this constant temptation and calculation, in the end, he still won.

But suddenly he couldn't see Lorenzo, he couldn't see anything at all, and there was a terrible darkness in his vision, followed by a heart-rending pain and the thunder of steel.

A hideous wound burst open on Moriarty's skull.

Although captured by Power Raphael, at the end of his consciousness, Lorenzo still followed his instinct and swung his sword, slicing Moriarty's head open and slicing along his temples, slicing bones and slashing along with his burning eyes.

Moriarty clutched his bleeding face and wailed back, and as his pain swelled, the fire scorched through the power chamber and engulfed the struggling duo into the furnace.

Lorenzo maintained the posture of the last swing of the sword, the whole person stopped like a sculpture, and his consciousness gradually became heavy, strangely in this blazing hell, Lorenzo felt that he had fallen into the cold deep sea, and the smell of the sea breeze was blowing in the air.