It was an indescribable thread, the ecstasy of revenge and anger intertwined, and the hatred of betrayal.

Although Lorenzo only saw the man for a moment, and even said that his face was blurry because of the high-speed movement, at that moment Lorenzo still recognized him, the man who should have died in the night of Adventism.

"I didn't expect you to be alive, Imam Lawrence. ”

The voice under the armor had no feeling at all, as if this time the knight under the armor had tended to be inhuman, and fell into the depths of darkness.

"Luo ...... Lorenzo!"

Eve seemed to recognize the hideous body and exclaimed.

Seleuc's eyes on the side changed slightly, of course she heard Eve's words clearly, she didn't dare to associate this terrible shadow with the person in her mind, but when he turned his head, although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, the inexplicable familiarity announced his share.

"Quick, run!"

Eve shouted at him, Sheak Lawrence had put more pressure on her than anything else she had ever encountered before, it was the one who really carried the death, and there was only ominous going to fight him.

Lorenzo shook his head, and his voice rang out.

"Go away, I'm going to stay. ”

Yes, how could Lorenzo escape? he had to stay, he had been carrying that mysterious weirdness for many years, and sometimes he even felt that he would die so mediocre in the old Dunling, but just as all this thing was gradually awakening, he finally grasped the corner of the truth.

It was a fateful reunion, and after Arrival, Lorenzo thought he would never have a chance to learn the truth of everything, but the man who should have died a long time ago appeared before his eyes.

Lorenzo believed in the power of Imam Lawrence, and before the Demon Hunters were disbanded and the Night of Advent broke out, he was the Mademo of the Demon Hunters, the Cardinal of the Evangelical Church, a Demon Hunter who had spent an unknown number of years.

Because of the witcher's uncontrollability, the witcher is not destined to be in power, but Imam Lawrence is an exception, he is the gray between black and white, the medium that connects the two.

Lorenzo was well aware of the gap between himself and Imam Lawrence, and although he was in his old age, the secret blood in his body did not age with age.

He was still a sharp sword, and at most the scabbard that wrapped around the blade was aged.

There was not the slightest thought of escape, not just revenge, whatever the purpose of Imam Lawrence's presence here, it seemed that only Lorenzo could hold him back at the moment, he didn't even have fear, Lorenzo had thought back to that Holy Advent night more than once, if he had a second chance, he would definitely die there, instead of just living alone as the last man.

The blazing flames of ecstasy set the green lawn on fire, the warm evening breeze carried embers, and the gray dust surged and dissipated in the night.

Lawrence slowly stood up in the ruins, he looked at the dark armor, Lawrence was as surprised as Lorenzo, it seemed to him that the Medanzo witchers were long dead, but they met again in this distant old Dunling.

"How so? You're all dead. ”

Lawrence said in disbelief, but there was more of a smile on his face, like a surprise.

In the end of the night, the Seven Hills were closed, and the Templars poured out of their nests, bleeding overnight, but even so, there were people who struggled to crawl out of the pile of dead people, including the dead Ed, and the angry Lorenzo.

"yes...... Why?"

Lorenzo stepped through the burning sea of fire and walked towards Imam Lawrence, it was an unspeakable fear at this moment, and Lorenzo seemed to have become a demon at this moment, exuding erosive oppression.

Sure enough, Watson didn't lie to himself, Imam Lawrence was still alive, so the others, perhaps the most damned ones, were still alive.

It turned out that what I did was still in vain, and nothing could be changed, but ...... There is still a chance to redeem it.

The knight's shadow left a hideous silhouette in the blazing white fireworks, and the strange armor grew and spread as it advanced, like countless swimming snakes around him, and finally crawled towards the great sword, twisted and entangled, making it sharp and strong.

At this moment, it was actually not Lorenzo who was shocked, Laureus was holding the nail sword, he was as calm as a beast, he was shaken for the first time, looking at the shadow coming in the sea of fire, his mind was spinning wildly, but he still couldn't understand why there was a Medanzo witcher who survived.

They held on to the Cathedral of St. Nalo, and they were the first to die when the events of Advent broke out, although Imam Lawrence defected from the Evangelical Church after that, but he vividly remembered that they were all dead that night.

"How is this possible?"

The Black Knight in front of him is like the Grim Reaper who has crossed the River Styx, and after so many eternity, this lonely ghost has finally found his vengeful enemy.

"Repent, while you still have time. ”

The black knight said that the secret blood had reached a critical point, which was the limit of Lorenzo's reach.

"No...... You're not a witcher of the Medanzo branch, you're not!"

Suddenly, Imam Lawrence said in a deep voice, he had lived too long, and with so many memories to retrieve, he remembered the details of that night, and then raised his nail sword, with endless doubts in his eyes.

He knew very well that the Medanzo Witchers were all dead, and Imam Lawrence was incredibly sure, because he was the one who buried the Medanzo Witcher, and he knew all this.

But there was no chance to ask any more questions, and the black knight galloped like a flaming chariot, swinging his sword with a raging flame and fury, and the steel slammed into each other with a terrible crash, as if countless unjust spirits were wailing, crying out the fear of death.

"Come on!"

The blade of the sword slammed into the ground like a judgment sword, setting fire to the nearby lawn, but the next moment a sharp sword light lit up, and the sharp nail sword slammed into the pitch-black armor, bursting with countless sparks on it.

The old body seemed to be young again, and the shadow of Imam Lawrence was almost observable, only the scarlet shadow could be seen passing by, and then Lorenzo's sword slashed through the air.

Lorenzo turned violently, since he couldn't catch up with the speed of Laureus, so he expanded the range of his attack, he held the big sword in one hand, dàng) and made a half-moon slash, but the blade only hit the corner of the red robe, and then the more violent sword strike hit Lorenzo's mouth, fortunately, with the protection of the armor, only left a sword mark.

"Who are you? I remember very well that you guards were the first to die. ”

In the frenzied slash, the voice of Imam Lawrence was heard in the wind.

He is the patriarch of the Demon Hunter Order, and Patriarch Lawrence clearly remembers the name of each demon hunter, but because of the protection of the armor, he can't see Lorenzo's face, so naturally he can't judge his share.

"You don't have to know. ”

The blazing white flames soared, covering the entire field of vision of Imam Lawrence for a moment, and the next moment the sharp sword swung down, splitting the flames, and the force of the broken stone and iron slashed as if it was about to cut Patriarch Lawrence together.

As expected, it didn't happen, and as if he knew where Lorenzo would come from, Imam Lawrence dodged the attack slightly, and then slashed his sword fiercely at the top of the visor.

The old witcher had unimaginable force, the blow as heavy as a blunt weapon wielded, and Lorenzo could only feel a sharp buzz fill his ears, followed by a burning sting pain coming from his cheeks.

The pitch-black armor began to shatter, large chunks of scale-like black armor fell off, and a terrible sword wound extended from the brow bone to the forehead.

Imam Lawrence raised his mottled spiked sword, most of its attacks were ineffective against Lorenzo's armor, and countless rifts were left in the fight of steel, but now there was finally a trace of blood on it, and it came from Lorenzo.

"You don't have a chance of winning, kid, as long as you are a witcher, then it must be taught by me, I am familiar with the way each branch of witchers fight, whether it is Michael or Medanzo, they will have a fatal weakness. ”

He rolled up his red robe to wipe the blood from the blade, looked at Lorenzo with a smile, and said softly.

"You've reached a critical point, haven't you?"

......

Pressure, Lorenzo felt only endless pressure at the moment.

Perhaps it was the six years of Old Dunling that made his weapon no longer sharp, or perhaps it was the great power of the Order's Patriarch that Lorenzo did not have any advantage in the battle with Patriarch Lawrence, or even was faintly suppressed.

But it's also true, this is the patriarch of the Demon Hunting Sect in front of him, an old monster who has lived for an unknown amount of time.

Unlike the Demon Hunters, the group of people who rule the Evangelical Church are real mortals, they have no secret blood, they don't have any other strange powers, they get sick, they grow old and die, but Imam Lawrence among them is an anomaly, he has secret blood flowing in his body, and the power from demons can make him live for a long time, so long that most cardinals don't seem to know where he came from.

He is the history of the living, and it is even said that his life may have lasted for most of the history of the Church, and all the skills of the witchers were taught by him, and even the powers derived from different branches were sorted out by him.

In terms of combat, Lorenzo is a transparent glass to Imam Lawrence, and Lorenzo doesn't even know what Imam Lawrence's power is, and says that judging from the degree of erosion of perception, Imam Lawrence doesn't even induce the secret blood.

"Demon Hunter, you don't look good, why don't you try to make the secret blood even higher?"

Teach Lawrence strode in, not knowing whether it was provocation or mockery, and then the old eyes released a pure blazing white, dragging the nail sword with a thunderous path of light.

Lorenzo didn't answer him, and stood still to watch Imam Lawrence arrive, his armor growing as if it were alive, and then repairing the broken visor, and the nail sword came in an instant.

But suddenly, the breathing gradually stopped, and even the burning flame gradually solidified, as if releasing dust with strong light.

Watson stood beside Imam Lawrence, the woman's face reflected in the sharp spiked sword, her god full of disgust.

"Lorenzo, you are not his opponent, I'm afraid that among the witchers, you are the only one who can fight with him in the [gap], and now you have no chance of winning at all. ”

"So you came out and just talked nonsense?"

Lorenzo replied indifferently, he looked at the sword blade that was constantly approaching, and the whole world seemed to stand still, but he knew very well that his thoughts had become faster, and he was so fast that he could still talk to Watson at this critical moment.

"No, it's just a reminder to hurry up, and you know that you can't break through the threshold, after all, you haven't been compatible with the Holy Grail in the first place...... Or maybe me. ”

Watson smiled and walked over and stroked the cold armor.

"The real compatibility is the lonely ghost who died in the [gap], you are only a temporary container. ”

Like a demagogic devil, she whispered.

"You should know what happens when you break the threshold in this situation, right? ”

Lorenzo was silent and did not reply, the deadly blade in his field of vision was still approaching, and it was already about to reach Lorenzo, looking only a few tens of centimeters.

"After all, don't you just want to be free?"

Lorenzo remembered the guy sitting on the icefield bench, the senior who died before him.

Once the threshold is broken, Lorenzo begins to demonize, and after demonization, Lorenzo can bring about erosion in a practical sense, affecting everyone on the side, and through this spiritual influence, Watson's prison has a way to escape.

The abominable devil will get out of trouble in the true sense of the word, eroding Lorenzo, and then spreading like a virus with Lorenzo as a bond.

"I don't need it, at least not for the time being. ”

"Really? You could die here. ”

"But if I'm dead, aren't you going to die forever?"

Lorenzo looked at Watson, the woman's watch that was gradually stiffening was really good.

"So, Watson, as you said, we are a symbiotic relationship of both prosperity and loss, I am your container, you rely on me to live, if you don't want everyone to finish playing, hurry up and say something useful, okay?"

Lorenzo never confided in Watson's existence to anyone, so Watson had nothing to run away from as a medium, and she was stranded on an island called Lorenzo, which was forever forgotten in the world when it was flooded by the tide.

Forgetting is the real death.

Hua looked at him deadly, and after a long time, it was like a compromise, she said.

"You've blackmailed a devil, and I'll get it back from you sooner or later. ”

The next moment Watson's hand stroking the armor melted into the armor, it was an indescribable cold, even the blazing pure flame lost its temperature at this moment, as if falling into the deep cold of the endless abyss, followed Watson's steps, she actually stepped into the armor little by little, and this time she became a knight in the armor like outlawing Lorenzo.

The accelerated thoughts began to slow down, and finally returned to normal, and at this moment the indistinguishable thunder fell with a bang, but this time he failed to hit Lorenzo.

The Black Knight ghostly appeared behind Imam Lawrence, and then the greatsword was raised high, and then fell like a decapitation.