Is this what death feels like?

Obviously in the midst of the fire, Lorenzo could not feel the burning pain, on the contrary, he was like being immersed in the invisible sea, and he could only feel the indescribable coldness, as if there were ice-forged vines wrapped around his body.

It was a bit of a surprise, it wasn't the first time Lorenzo had faced death, he was always hovering on the line between life and death, rubbing shoulders with the god who had died, and retreating with everything on the table before the guillotine of death fell.

But it looks like Lorenzo won't be able to get out of it this time.

Moriarty was not dead yet, he let out a low cry of pain in the midst of the fire, one hand covered the hideous wound on his skull, and the other hand picked up the nail sword, pointing indiscriminately, he didn't know much swordsmanship at all, after losing his power, he was just an ordinary madman, but even if he was blinded by Lorenzo, Moriarty still didn't want to admit defeat.

He, like Lorenzo, no one will stop until he dies truly and completely.

Lorenzo stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out the nail sword in his chest, blood gushing out along the gap between steel and flesh, but gradually there was no more blood, as if the body had been completely drained by the continuous injuries.

Death is a wonderful thing, everyone has a different opinion about it, in the doctrine of the Evangelical Church, death is a good thing, believers will ascend to heaven, sinners will go to hell, and some people think that death will come to another world, which is a lonely gray and black world, no matter which direction you go is endless gray and black, and you can experience almost eternal despair.

In Lorenzo's view, death is not so mythical, to be dead is to be dead, there is nothing, nothing is left, like a dream that will not wake up.

However, the slight difference is that Lorenzo has always felt that death is a long process, not the kind of death that biology thinks, and that the physical death is only the beginning of death, and when the last person who remembers the dead also forgets it, that is the real death, and the end of death.

No one remembered him anymore, no one knew his past, and everything in his life had turned to nothingness and dust drifted away, as if he had never really existed beyond this world.

Forgetting is the real death.

Something touched him, and Lorenzo gradually remembered, and he could feel the violent vibration under his chest, not knowing whether it was because of joy or fear.

The name is a wish......

Twisting the blade vigorously, slowly removing it from the flesh.

Lorenzo can't die yet, only he remembers those people, and if he dies, these poor fellows will really die, even if it's for the sake of these unlucky ghosts Lorenzo has to live.

He was no longer the lonely witcher, he gradually remembered everything, everything that had been deliberately hidden.

The nail sword that pierced his chest was removed, and Lorenzo held it on his laurels so that he would not collapse from blood loss.

Strangely enough, there was a twisted fragment on the spike, and Lorenzo's vision gradually blurred, but he could barely make out what it looked like.

Lorenzo remembered it, it was Arthur's badge to himself at that time, saying that it was a small gift from Seleuc, a gift from the Stuart family, it turned out that this thing saved him, Moriarty's nail sword did not penetrate his heart at all, it was blocked by this little thing.

"Second Chance ......"

Lorenzo whispered and stood up hard, Moriarty was not dead, the battle was not over, he staggered towards Moriarty.

The entire power room was constantly burning and collapsing, but the power was still being released in the furnace at the core, twisted flesh and blood crisscrossing each other, and they were entangled with everyone bit by bit, even Lorenzo and Moriarty.

"You're still alive, aren't you, Lorenzo Holmos!"

Moriarty couldn't see it, but he could feel Lorenzo's breath and yelled loudly.

The twisted flesh sank into his body, and with Lorenzo's thump of blows, Moriarty lost the ability to control the Yanar Witcher, and now the tyrannical flesh was out of control, and the thick tentacles wrapped in layers of the Reichenbach, covering the steel creation with a layer of blood.

They are like prey trapped in a spider's web, devoured by out-of-control demons.

Lorenzo remained silent, swinging his sword weakly, slicing through the approaching flesh, and the furnace in front of him was like a blazing sun, covered with hideous flesh that was assimilating Moriarty little by little.

It seems that this guy really has no combat power, and the most powerful part is just the use of power, and when he loses power, Moriarty turns back into that ridiculous madman, who can only struggle powerlessly, being devoured by demons.

This is not going to work, Lorenzo is going to kill him with his own hands, but he can't let this damn demon take the lead.

Moving slowly, Moriarty in the flesh stopped, and he laughed loudly at the sound of the slight footsteps.

"You're not dead yet!"

He was also very happy, Moriarty was no longer visible, but that didn't stop him from moving, and he tried to walk towards the footsteps, but most of his body was bound by the demon's flesh and blood assimilation.

Without the slightest hesitation, the nail sword slashed indiscriminately, cutting off all the flesh and blood that was bound, whether it was demonic or his own.

Repeatedly slashed, as if he didn't feel pain, and finally Moriarty pulled his severed arm out of the flesh, and his right leg had been broken under the random slash, and the blood was not stopping, but he didn't care about this, one arm with a nail sword, little by little towards Lorenzo, their battle was not over, no one could interfere with them before that.

The broken and staggered figure rose tall in the flames.

"I'm starting to think you're really crazy. ”

Lorenzo said with some appreciation.

Under the sea of fire, the hideous figure laughed.

"It's a terrible world, and I can't correct it, so I have to let it correct me. ”

The two slowly approached, like outlaws at the end of their rope, holding the only sword in their hands, stubbornly drawing the sword, just for one ridiculous reason after another.

The sound of the sword stirred the sparks, curling into a burning trajectory.

As expected, Moriarty's swordsmanship was terrible, and Lorenzo's blade dodged his swing and severed his only arm, blood flying, and the severed arm clutched the nail sword and sank into the flames.

"I won, Moriarty. ”

Lorenzo whispered, but then he saw it.

Above the blood-stained face, beneath the huge scar that almost cut the skull, there was a faint glow of fire in the deep darkness.

Moriarty's smile grew hideous, a move Lorenzo had used.

"I'm a quick learner, right? Lorenzo Holmos. ”

Moriarty captured Lorenzo as early as when Lorenzo blinded him, and he has been showing weakness and delivering a fatal blow in this final moment.

Power Raphael.

The illusions overlapped, and the severed arm dissipated into countless sparks, followed by a sword stab, and with Lorenzo's voice, Moriarty judged his position.

The sharp sword light descended on Lorenzo's throat, but after the extreme cold, it could not move an inch.

Moriarty is dead.

In fact, Lorenzo couldn't tell whether he was dead or alive, and in this burning sea of fire, everyone's figures were twisted and hideous, like evil spirits struggling in hell.

Lorenzo couldn't see his face clearly, but he could see countless tentacles running through his body, and the madman who had been manipulating others was finally manipulated by others, and the twisted flesh and blood devoured him again at the last moment.

So did you win?

I thought it would be an earth-shattering battle, but in the end, it was two extremely embarrassed guys, scuffling together ridiculously, and there was no winner until the end.

Because Lorenzo is also dead, at least he thinks so.

Countless tentacles also pierced his torso, halting the sword blow that was supposed to cut off Moriarty's head in mid-air.

The next moment the surging fireworks engulfed the entire power room, and the savage flesh and blood finally broke through the shackles of steel, and from the perspective of the Dawn, you could clearly see that the huge air sac was also crawling with flesh and blood vines, mixed with countless severed limbs and corpses.

Lorenzo's consciousness gradually became confused, and the endless heat was followed by the cold of the deep sea, and he heard someone calling for him, and he opened his eyes.

......

On the deck, 042 opened his eyes, and his whole body was drenched, not just caught up by someone who had fallen into the sea, but stained with smears of blood, his own blood mixed with other people's blood, and spread to the other end of the deck.

Exhausted, he held his broken nail sword and raised his head.

It was a beautiful night sky, incomparably clear, with stars and the moon hanging high above it, streaking across the entire night sky, and a hazy white light falling like a curtain over the sea.

"It's beautiful......"

042 couldn't help but sigh, after living for so long, this was probably the farthest he had ever been to the place from Fei Lengcui, he was very happy, of course, even happier was what happened next, in a few days and nights, he could see the city rising at the end of the sea level, he would come to a new land, start a new life.

As 047 often said to himself, in that place called Old Dunling, there was a new life waiting for him.

Even if he imagined this, 042 would feel a wave of goodness, and he even thought that it would be nice to think about that beautiful land and die under this beautiful night sky.

yes, it's a good funeral for me.

Slowly raising his hand, the blood had completely soaked his palm.

Now he is in a bad state, in the fierce battle just now, in order to kill those demonized demon hunters, he was seriously injured, you can see that there are obvious wounds on the abdomen, white bones and internal organs are clearly visible, and blood is still gushing out of them.

042 was no longer able to fight, and the heavy gunfire on the fleeing ship continued, at first there was the sound and roar of the blade, but as the gunfire continued to sound, gradually those sounds disappeared, leaving only the monotonous sound of gunfire, and finally the sound of gunfire also disappeared.

Someone was walking towards 042, clad in cracked armor and holding a short-handled shotgun with blood on the barrel.

As he advanced, the armor on his body fell off one by one, and he fell to the ground with a clang, revealing his scarred body.

He silently came to 042's side, leaning against the wall and slowly sitting with 042.

"All settled?" 042 asked.

"Hmm. He replied, "The out-of-control witchers have been dealt with, and they are now just corpses that have not yet been coldened. ”

"What's next?" 042 asked again.

The man was silent for a long time, then smiled.

"Just like we had set before, go to Invig, go to Old Dunling, now that the Emerald is in a mess, they don't have the strength to come to us, just change our name, and we can live like ordinary people. ”

"Sounds so good......"

042 whispered.

"Actually, now that you think about it, freedom is a heavy thing, isn't it?"

Since the burning night, 042 has been fighting incessantly, killing one man after another, demon after demon, he and the men have slain out of the Seven Hills, and they have broken through the siege of the Templar Knights, they have snatched the departing ship, thinking that they have survived, but one by one his companions have fallen into madness.

Killing, killing enemies, killing companions, and even killing yourself.

"But at least we got it, 042, you didn't think about it, right, we could really leave the Emerald one day and be free to do what we wanted. ”

The man also raised his head and looked at the beautiful night sky.

"Hmm...... It's just a pity that 016 can't see these anymore. ”

The man's expression lowered again, and his gray-blue eyes were filled with sadness.

042 also froze slightly, he was also very sad, he wanted to comfort the man, but he couldn't say anything when it came to his mouth, and after a long time, he said helplessly.

"What a terrible night......"

On the way to escape, the two had already exchanged information, what had happened in the Stagnant Temple, and what had happened in the dry well.

A lot of people died tonight, familiar demon hunters, big men in high positions.

"So I'm thinking about how nice it would be if the so-called golden age really came, there would be no demons, 016 wouldn't die, and these bad things wouldn't happen. 042 said.

"The Golden Age...... Sounds good," the man said cheerfully, "but don't think about that, 042, our new life is just around the corner, think of the good things." ”

"Good thing, I don't know what I'm going to do when I get to Old Dunling, you know, I'm a bit boring. ”

042 laughed as he spoke, and the silent deck was littered with corpses, sailing silently beneath the solemn world.

"Then you might as well be my assistant. The man said.

"Are you really going to open an office?"

"Of course, how many times have I said that I am going to open a detective agency, and with the physique and ability of our demon hunters, we will make a lot of money. ”

"Sounds pretty good. ”

"It's natural!"

The man was confident in himself, but then he deepened again and asked with some seriousness.

"But...... What do you want to do yourself?042, this is my wish, not yours. ”

"My ...... Wishes?"

"yes, what do you want to do?042, everyone has something to be attached to, and those things support us to live, and what are the things that support your wishes?"

042 fell silent, his gaze somewhat vacant.