It was a torrent of vision, surging blazing white like a living dragon, and the scattered sparks turned into shimmering particles that danced wildly, detonating the blazing explosion with Lorenzo's swing of his sword.

The Pure Flame rose wantonly, and the burning range swept through the entire courtyard in an instant.

Since the sword attack can't hit accurately, it is better to continuously expand the killing range to a position where Laureus Imam is not hiding at all.

The scarlet shadow in the pure white sea of fire burned, and the secret blood of Immidate Lawrence also rose, he hadn't swung his sword so hard for a long time, and the old body was like a dusty machine in the warehouse, and he turned it hard again, shaking down the dust and iron filings.

The dazzling light slashed Lorenzo's armor twice, but this time Imam Lawrence's swing failed to shake Lorenzo in the slightest.

This is his power, the power that bears the name of the angel Medanzo.

In the Gospels, he is the angel closest to the throne, closest to God, and enjoys countless honorable titles, and the Madanzo Witcher, like him in the Gospels, guards the heavenly kingdom on earth.

Simple and pure power, not like the Thandat branch with the weirdness of foreseeing the future, nor like the endless glow of that Michael, he is just a simple iron armor, but such a pitch-black heaviness, but enough to stand in the torrent, the unshakable despair, oppresses all enemies.

With Watson's blessing, the secret blood cheered, after all, the demon hunters were just humans with demon blood, but now the demon will has also joined this body, and the perfect demon will rules the secret blood, and it is further towards the darkness.

[30% of the secret blood has awakened, and the critical value has been reached.] 】

[Warning!Warning!]

The Silver Bolt roared in his head, but soon its voice dissipated, and Watson's power and Lorenzo's power were close to a perfect fusion, and it was not surprising that something had happened under her strange mystery.

"Finally got you......"

The voice in his throat began to distort, and Lorenzo looked furious.

Successive sword strikes could not stop Lorenzo's advance, and the pitch-black armor was the best shield, advancing with the continuous burst of sparks.

Imam Lawrence was half-kneeling on the ground, the spiked sword above his head already covered with cracks, and the flaming greatsword stood above it like day.

Looking at his cheeks, which were illuminated by the white light, Lorenzo let out a hoarse laugh.

Even after all this time, Lorenzo could still vividly remember the events of that night, the entire place of the Seven Hills was plunged into a sea of fire, as if hell had descended on this holy city, and all the glory and miracles had been desecrated by nothing.

At that time, he was just a guard in shifts, with secret blood flowing outside the Cathedral of Santa Nalo, and behind it was the magnificent building, the kingdom of heaven on earth.

But no one could have imagined that this destruction would erupt from within the kingdom of heaven, stemming from the breakthrough of the mysterious [Messiah]-level containment.

It was something that was only recorded in the history books, but now it appeared in reality, and the whole night sky was burned blood-red, just like tonight.

In that despair, Lorenzo couldn't do anything at all, he didn't even know the whole story, he was just dragged away, and finally survived in the old Dunling.

In fact, it wouldn't have gotten so bad, although it was the first recorded breach of a [Messiah]-level containment object, but at that time, most of the demon hunters were stationed in the Seven Hills, and the Demon Hunter Order was fully capable of controlling the situation, but at that critical moment, Imam Lawrence was nowhere to be found.

In fact, it was not only Imam Lawrence, at that moment it seemed that the entire Evangelical Church had betrayed the witchers, the Templars surrounded the place of the seven hills but refused to enter to meet the enemy, the Silent Saint remained silent and did not respond to the call of the witchers, and the Pope did not lift the restrictions on the silver bolt.

A series of mistakes created the greatest tragedy, and the place of the Seven Hills that night was like a death arena, leaving only the demon hunters to fight the mysterious containment.

Lorenzo roared, not only for his own revenge, but also for those who died unexplained, in fact, during the operation in Endtown, he really understood Ed's incomprehension, but life is like this, always full of twists and turns.

The swift wind and the whiteness of the blade.

For the first time, Provost Lawrence's speed slowed down, not so much as slowing down, but for the first time he didn't overtake Lorenzo's speed, and the greatsword fell fiercely and brought a touch of scarlet.

The dim red robe became more and more scarlet as Sheikh Lawrence's blood bleed, but then Laureus's shadow quickly twisted and slashed Lorenzo in mid-air, but like the unshakable theocracy guard, the sturdy armor no longer had the slightest crack this time.

The next moment, the heavy armor managed to hit Imam Lawrence, and then, like a chariot, Lorenzo suppressed him, pushing him against him and crashing into the wall.

The castle of the manor house is also very old, probably under the influence of the Holy Evangelical Papal States during the construction period, and the interior architecture is very inclined to this, with huge columns supporting a curved dome, and it was also used as a military fortress during the Glorious War, but now the historic walls that can withstand heavy artillery were easily smashed away by Lorenzo, and the battlefield was moved from the courtyard into the interior.

The narrow space was filled with pure flames, like pure white furnaces, and the knights' armor on both sides of the corridor melted into the flames, like the dead dead.

In this room, Lorenzo's wide opening and closing attack is limited, but in the same way, Laureus's strange speed is also limited, which is Lorenzo's tactic.

From the beginning of the war until now, Imam Lawrence has not used his powers, and his battles with Lorenzo have only relied on the speed and sword skills of the ghost.

Although he was suppressed by Lorenzo, he still controlled the rhythm of the battle, and with the age of not knowing how long he lived, Lorenzo couldn't imagine that he would have any killer features or anything like that.

Imam Lawrence was silent, and the shadow stepped on Lorenzo's craggy armor and tried to jump up and slash his head, but the narrow space limited his speed, and Lorenzo didn't even swing his sword, but raised his fist and smashed it.

The entire area was collapsing as Lorenzo shattered the stone bricks above his head with a roaring impact, and Imam Lawrence had already climbed through the gap as it shattered.

Dust and fireworks obscured Lorenzo's vision, but he didn't stop, following Imam Lawrence to the second floor, where countless demons pounced.

I really didn't expect there to be demons here, Lorenzo thought that he had killed all the demons when he released the pure flame in the courtyard, but he didn't expect that there were still many hidden here.

But this is not a concern, with Lorenzo's current state, this demon does not pose any threat to him at all, at this moment he is a walking Grim Reaper, and the attack of those demons is just a moth to a fire.

But suddenly, a scarlet shadow appeared in the midst of the demons.

"Lawrence!"

Lorenzo roared and smashed down the blade, and Imam Lawrence looked like he wanted to blend in with the demons and attack him, but the sword slashed down, and with it the red-robed demons died.

Without warning, the sharp spike slashed down from top to bottom, erupting in a series of sparks on Lorenzo's spine, with a piercing scream.

"It's so sturdy......"

Imam Lawrence looked at the sword mark on the armor, which was only a shallow white mark.

He didn't know how Lorenzo did it, obviously the secret blood did not awaken further, but his armor became more and more reinforced, if it was the hard strength of the armor at the beginning, the sword of Patriarch Lawrence could not only cut through the strong armor, but also cut it with Lorenzo inside.

It's like hunting prey, cutting off the fur and blood, as well as the more important spine inside.

"Or am I getting old?"

Imam Lawrence muttered to himself, looking at Lorenzo as he turned, his voice regretfully understated.

It's not okay for people to be unconvinced, even if there is secret blood surging in his body, but this secret blood has lived with him for too long, and Sheikh Lawrence is not sure if there is such a thing as secret blood, but even if it does not age, a person's will will gradually grow old.

Imam Lawrence has never forgotten his ideals, relying on it Imam Lawrence has survived the loneliness of the years, and if anything, it is the anger of his youth that is gone, but the cautious indifference of an old fox.

Sometimes I envy young people like Lorenzo, whose fire is still burning.

The sharp sword light flashed, but this time the hand wrapped in black armor was clenched.

In the burning sea of fire, Imam Lawrence was a little surprised, there were traces of Lorenzo's offensive before, and even the thinking of fighting was easy to guess, after all, he was from the Demon Hunter Order, and his knowledge of battle came from Imam Lawrence.

But now that a new skill had emerged, he hadn't even thought that Lorenzo would give up the offensive in favor of disarming him.

Lorenzo roared.

Since all his skills originated from Imam Lawrence, there was no need to use what the Demon Hunters had learned, and he could just fight with his own will, just like a beast, fighting with instinct.

There was an unshakable power from the nail sword, and Lorenzo directly dragged the nail sword close to Imam Lawrence, and the big sword smashed down like a hammer.

The sound of metal struck the eardrums, and it was a symphony of iron.

The dust and fireworks obscured his vision again, and Lorenzo didn't know if he had hit Imam Lawrence, still holding the nail sword in his hand, and judging by the feeling coming from the other end, Imam Lawrence was still pinned down in front of him.

Like a mad rhinoceros, the heavy armor once again pressed against the sword of Sheikh Lawrence like a chariot, smashing through the walls, and finally breaking even the great stone pillars beneath the dome.

The continuous onslaught of ordinary people was enough to crush it into mud, but Lorenzo still refused to stop, it was not enough, it was not enough to kill a mysterious imagin.

The shadow of the chariot crashed out of the castle and returned to the courtyard in the rear, the smoke and dust cleared, and the Lavenus Imam was holding his sword deadly, stained with blood, and looked embarrassed.

But Laurence Imam still didn't let go of the nail sword, unlike Lorenzo, Medanzo was able to derive weapons from iron armor, such as the great sword in Lorenzo's hand, which was not so much a blade as a sword-shaped piece of armor, it had vitality, and new metal was constantly growing under the cracks.

The nail sword in his hand was Lawrence's only weapon, and he twisted the nail sword vigorously before the attack fell, and the solid sword body cracked under the influence of two strange forces, and he dragged the broken sword backwards, but the burning iron knight did not want to let him go.

The pitch-black and scarlet shadows intertwined back and forth, bringing brilliant sparks in the impact again and again, and the last staggered blow rolled up a thousand fireworks.

The two of them slowly retreated, stopping at either end of the courtyard, like an intermission in a deathmatch, the green lawn already scorched and the ashes flying like thin grass.

The secret blood has reached a critical value, 30% awakening level, which is the last limit that Lorenzo can control, once the threshold is exceeded, Watson is very likely to break through containment with erosion.

But this is not enough, he is different from the predecessor who died early, it is a peerless macho man who can accommodate Watson in the true sense, Watson will be imprisoned in his body perfectly, like a battery, constantly providing power for him.

Thinking of this, Lorenzo smiled bitterly, after all, he was the boss of the Medanzo witcher, or rather...... He could be called Medanzo, although he didn't like the name very much.

The Witchers have different branches depending on their powers, each named after an angel, and the most perfect weapons are named after angels, like Michael who was besieged to death by the Templars.

"It's terrifying power, why not try to keep awakening the secret blood? you could have done better. ”

Laurence Imam held the mottled nail sword, looking at the demonic black knight on the other end, he could clearly distinguish the degree of awakening of Lorenzo's secret blood, he didn't understand why he only stayed at 30%, if Lorenzo had just awakened to 60% and entered the second stage of demonization, maybe Laurence Imam would be suppressed the moment he fought, or even killed.

But he didn't, as if he was afraid of something.

"I'm starting to feel like someone like you. ”

Imam Lawrence stared at Lorenzo, he didn't break through the threshold, but suddenly gained such a powerful power, no, this is not even power, he just became more comfortable with the application of secret blood, and this time the power of the beast is no longer driven by the will of the human, but the beast itself.

The craggy armor trembled slightly, and then cracked, and the iron-like substance began to peel away, like the molt of some creature, and the old iron armor fell, and underneath it was a new, stronger substance, heavier and more harsh.

"Death?"

There was a distorted sound of mockery from beneath the armor, and for a moment Imam Lawrence was a little unsure whether the life under the armor was human or not, like some ghost wearing armor who had traveled from the distant past to take revenge on him.