It's still the lonely corridor, but unlike before, it's no longer the endless twist, there's no weird hound, everything is normal, it's just that the sober person has become different.

"Lorenzo!

Seleucus kept shouting, but the witcher didn't respond.

After carrying Seleuc out of the room, the witcher passed out after a few steps...... It doesn't look like his cigarettes are much of a pick-me-up.

Hell, when it was the worst time, this guy fell instead.

Seleuce barely got up from under Lorenzo, Florente's potion was still working, and now she felt as if all her senses had been amplified, she could see in the darkness, she could hear smaller sounds, and even her mind was not affected by fear, and she became very sensible.

But this increase brought a heavy burden, and she could see the details of many things, and small voices rang in her ears like thunder, and her thoughts could not stop rushing, as if there were countless people whispering in her head.

After her senses were enhanced, the information Seleu received exploded, and it was difficult for her unspecialized will to withstand the impact, and she tried to persevere.

The will is like a boat in the dark sea, it can hold on for a while, but maybe the next second it will sink because of it.

"Wake up!"

She dragged Lorenzo with great difficulty, and although it was not clear where the enemy was, Seleu knew that the mansion was now very dangerous.

Pulling Lorenzo's arm with all his might, it was then that Seleu realized that the witcher was ridiculously heavy, and his weight was completely disproportionate to his size.

This is because of the silver bolt in the body, which protects the witcher like a built-in metal skeleton, both as an umbrella and as a cage.

It was an indescribable sense of powerlessness, and Seleu could not do anything.

She felt so helpless, just like she had been in Gaulinaro many years ago, but then Lorenzo would have come to her rescue, and now? who would have saved her?

A voice rang out.

Someone seems to be coming, and the footsteps are back at the stairs dàng).

Seleuc became vigilant, and she dragged Lorenzo into the corner with all her might, and then picked up the Winchester.

She knew the gun well, and in order to appease the girl during that escape, Lorenzo told her many strange stories, including the verses on the gun, of course.

Lorenzo said that it was a poem of courage, a poem of cursing death.

"Don't walk gently into that good night. ”

Seleuc muttered, as if reciting the poem would really give her courage.

With her fingers on the trigger, she struggled to breathe without making a sound, fresh oxygen poured into her lungs, like the coolant of a steam engine, cooling the machine on the verge of collapse.

She gritted her teeth and forced herself to calm down.

It was Lorenzo who saved him a long time ago, and now it's up to him to save him.

"The furious man will catch and sing the soaring sun. ”

Like a devout believer, praying to the gods in the last moments.

But Seleuc had no god to pray for, so she could only pray to herself, praying for the courage to tear through the darkness.

She whispered again.

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

Seleuc was no longer the beggar shivering in the cold wind, she was the duchess of Stuart, Seleu Stuart.

It's time to prove yourself.

The footsteps were like a slow death, it was coming, just around the corner, Seleuc tightened his grip on Winchester and was about to rush out, but suddenly a big hand grabbed her by the waist, snatched the gun from her hand, and then threw her behind.

Lorenzo rose from the ground, and he returned from the chaotic gap, and the witcher took the knight's sword and Winchester, and stood in front of Seleuc.

He continued to read the verses of Seleuc.

"Fury, rage!"

In the midst of the recitation, Winchester burst out louder, and the bullet pierced the wall, hitting the target behind the corner through the plank.

This reminded Lorenzo of his time in the Demon Hunting Order, when he was the same, singing the praises of the gods while sending demon after demon to hell.

"Angry, angry at the fading of the light. ”

Winchester emptied the ammo and Lorenzo pulled the retainer, the soft sound of the loading he said.

"Follow me. ”

It's all familiar, just like Lorenzo had when he first met Seleuc.

Follow me.

Seleucus was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

......

The enemy wasn't a demon, it was one man after another, and they were walking in the darkness with weapons in hand, but apparently they didn't expect to encounter a demon hunter like Lorenzo.

Lorenzo frowned, the incident was more complicated than he imagined, not only the existence of demons, but also the addition of other humans.

Beyond the corpse, the subsequent intruders also appeared at the top of the staircase, and they opened fire directly at Lorenzo, holding the trigger tightly, pouring fire on the witcher.

The dense munitions formed a web of death, and Lorenzo exposed the Seleuces behind him if he dodged in this corridor.

The invaders smiled triumphantly, and it seemed to them that Lorenzo was dead.

In the darkness there was a blazing white firework that sparked and then the pouring munitions hit a metallic substance, splashing sparks incessantly.

It was the horror of the depths of the dream, the pitch-black armor that covered Lorenzo's body, and the twisted scales wrapped around him like thorns, helping Lorenzo withstand all the gunfire.

Without waiting for the intruders to react, Lorenzo quickly swung his knightly sword.

It wasn't a well-forged blade, it was just a symbolic ornament, but in the witcher's hand it would be the deadly scythe of death, the secret blood strengthening the hunter's body, and the muscles tightened to exert power on the blade.

Hit, slash down.

The intruder screamed, and the knight's sword directly cut off his entire arm, and it stands to reason that the sharpness of the knight's sword was not so much a severing bone as it was broken by the power of the witcher.

Keep your sanity and keep your anger.

Under the protection of the armor, the situation turned into a one-sided massacre.

Indoors Lorenzo has no room to hide, and there is no room for the same intruders.

The blade slashed directly at the intruder's head, cutting off most of his head without the slightest hindrance, and the corpse fell weakly, revealing his companions behind him.

"Damn it! fire, fire!"

Someone shouted and cursed, under that command, dozens of kilograms of ammunition flew away, but this left a shallow mark on the armor at most, and the bullets were turned back by the beveled armor, and some ricochets hit themselves instead.

A simple swing that easily shreds one body after another is not an efficient way to kill enemies, but it is enough to leave a huge wound on the body.

Spreading fear, that's what Lorenzo wanted to do.

Fear is an international language.

Like a walking winch machine, the knight's sword easily cut off severed limbs, blood and fragments flying, and the invaders screamed, they had never faced such an enemy.

At first there were attempts to fire to stop Lorenzo, but then morale collapsed, and in extreme fear, they began to flee.

Until the end it was like the anger of the witcher, he was pouring out his anger, without any mercy, wielding his sword to take life after life, never to be heard again.

The blood-stained hall was littered with corpses and slashing sword marks, and the dark knights stood in front of the few survivors, their faces distorted with horror reflected in the blood-stained blades.

"I guess we can talk, right? ”

The witcher's voice was calm and unfeeling, like a grim reaper seeking his life.

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