"Mr. Lorenzo Holmes!"

The man shouted, and he did not rush to attack, but stood at the door of the cellar, waiting for Lorenzo to arrive.

Lorenzo kept a safe distance from him, the witcher turned against the light, and Lorenzo couldn't see his face clearly.

"Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone about your presence here, it's a rare solitude, and I don't want anyone to disturb me. ”

The witcher spoke slowly, drawing an intact spiked sword and throwing it at Lorenzo.

After the fierce battle, Lorenzo's weapons were more or less worn out, and he looked at the spiked sword in front of him with some hesitation, which he had done when facing the new pope before, and what the witcher wanted in front of him was a close duel.

Lorenzo picked up the spiked sword and looked at him quizzically.

"It's against your mission. ”

"It's just a slight use of the public for personal gain. The witcher replied.

"What do you want to do?"

Lorenzo clenched his sword tightly, and the witcher blocked the exit, apparently not trying to get himself out of here.

"After all, you are a 'senior', one of the few seniors, and I am very confident in myself, but the priest always mentions you with fear, and I wonder what we are all about. ”

The witcher said as he took a few steps forward, fully into the cellar.

"Do you have no secret of who you are?"

When Lorenzo heard the word Father, he was completely sure that they were the forces of the Protestant Order, but this was the Old Dunling, so how could the Purifier allow the Protestant Order's forces to act as they pleased?

No...... So how did they get the information about this location?

The location of Shermans is only known by the Purifier, and if it is the information revealed by the Purifier, it is impossible that only these witchers are present, and there should be those knights.

The letter......

The letter was sent not only to himself, but also to the Protestant Order, and in addition to the purifier, there was a man who knew the location of Shermans, and he gave this information to himself and the Protestant Order, and led himself and them here.

In a short period of time, Lorenzo received too much news worth pondering, and he maintained a superficial calmness and thought about what happened.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at Shermans, who was leaning against the wall, and he was grabbing Jager, who seemed to want to escape with him through another door, but Shermans insisted on waiting for him.

So is it Migar?

The leader of the exiles, one of the cardinals, was he who gave up Shermans?

There was no time to ask Lorenzo for verification, and after a short thought, Lorenzo said.

"It's too cramped here. ”

"No, no, no, it has to be here. ”

The witcher shook his finger, then looked slightly at Shermans behind Lorenzo.

"Although it is public for personal gain, I still have to do official business, and I have to make sure that he is in my field of vision. ”

Lorenzo's hand tucked away at his side eased away, and then asked.

"It's more than that. ”

"Of course, I have briefly examined the three corpses, and there are signs of violent burning, but your power is not Michael, and Michael's words are not burning like that. ”

The witcher is vigilant, like a real hunter, and before hunting, he has learned the characteristics of his prey in great detail.

"Some weapon that burns violently, right?"

"Almost. ”

Lorenzo let go of the lacquered antimony throwing knife in his hand, in this closed wine cellar, he could not use this weapon, although it could restrict, or even severely damage the enemy, but the Shermans behind him would definitely not survive.

Raising the nail sword, the tip of the sword fell slightly, there was no need to say anything, and at the other end of the nail sword, the demon hunter also put on the same posture.

"Just to prove that you're better than me? Lorenzo said.

"How, it's not naïve at all...... I'm a bit of a proud person. The witcher replied.

"Oh, is that so?"

The two were wary of each other, and the atmosphere was solemn and depressing.

"But it's more unbearable, the so-called secret blood...... It's like a door, and after you peek into the scenery, you can never forget it, and even your life in this mediocre world becomes tormenting. ”

The witcher said, but in the middle of this seemingly relaxed conversation, he quickly drew his sword, unlike the previous witcher, he did not rush to release his power, nor did he rudely improve the secret blood, but like an ordinary person, he fought with Lorenzo, looking for Lorenzo's flaws between swinging his sword.

It was also at this moment that Lorenzo's eyes changed a little when he looked at him, he had thought that the Protestant Order was a group of puppets dominated by power, but the witcher in front of him was different, he knew very well that he couldn't rely on those things.

The sharp nail swords intertwined with each other, and in an instant, a piercing crash sounded, seemingly ordinary sword fighting, but the swordsman holding the sword was a witcher, and the beast-like power turned all movements deadly, and sporadic sparks flashed and flew on it.

"Do you think you're different from humans because you're a witcher?" asked Lorenzo.

Swinging the sword hard, but the effective attack did not appear, as the witchers both learned the Bologna swordsmanship, like a mirror of opposites, they both knew each other's paths.

"But it's true, we have more strength and physique than ordinary people, far beyond the lifespan of ordinary people, if there is no hidden danger of secret blood, we are simply ...... False gods. ”

Lorenzo continued, lingering on the false god.

From this point of view, it is true that the witchers are higher human beings, with extraordinary powers.

"I just like this, just like some people love money, some people love power, some people love women, you have to have something to live for, right? ”

The witcher's attack suddenly changed, the sword technique was no longer the Bologna sword style, but something else, Lorenzo realized that something was wrong, he was paralyzed by the witcher, and then the blade stabbed from a tricky angle, Lorenzo tried his best to avoid it, but he was still scratched.

"We're all weirdos, I can tell, Lorenzo Holmes, it's the same kind of feeling. ”

The witcher stopped his attack, raised his blade, and his gaze fell on the bright red.

"I know a guy who likes to watch people go crazy, it's weird fun, right, but that's the most wonderful thing for him...... If he hadn't caused some trouble himself, he would have been here today. ”

"What about you?"

"Me?"

The witcher paused, then slowly raised his spiked sword, its blade holding in front of him like a shield.

"I love fighting, or winning after a fight, so I learned swordsmanship and joined the Templar Order, if it weren't for the secret blood, I would have wanted to try to become the head of the Templar Knights and crusade again one day in the future. ”

"No matter what the sense of victory, it can't compare to the victory of a war, does it?"

Lorenzo looked at the witcher with complicated eyes, he didn't have any bullshit feelings, he just felt that there were more and more crazy people in this world.

"When I first met you, I thought you were a kind person. Lorenzo said.

"Is that a compliment?" said the witcher, "I think I'm pretty handsome." ”

"Probably, Samur. ”

Lorenzo looked at the witcher in front of him, and finally retrieved his identity from his own memory, although he had only met once during that conversation, Lorenzo remembered him, Father Anthony's deputy.

Samuel was a little surprised when he heard his name, he didn't expect Lorenzo to remember himself, but at this moment Lorenzo also attacked.

This is not a simple small talk, the conversation is also looking for the other party's flaws, even if the reaction is a little slower, it may be killed, and when Lorenzo mentions Samur's name, he obviously has a slight fluctuation, although extremely subtle, but still Lorenzo seized the opportunity.

The flesh and blood of the Holy Grail were mixed into the body, and Lorenzo's strength and physique were far greater than those of a regular witcher after his rebirth, and he didn't seem to be aware of it.

Stepping forward, the nail sword slashed over his head, raised high, and then slashed down, the force of the stone shattering Samuel in front of him.

The blades are staggered, Samuel did not take Lorenzo's blow, from the gust of howling wind, you can feel Lorenzo's huge strength, simply fight for strength, Samuel knows very well that he can't fight against Lorenzo, so he simply followed Lorenzo's sword momentum, the sword body tilted, deflected the falling trajectory, and then quickly raised the sword.

Such is the technique of deflection, dodging the attack while quickly counterattacking, Samur's blade began to accelerate, and the moment it intertwined with Lorenzo, the sword was like thunder.

Sword fights between swordsmen are often short-lived, and in the highly tense nerves, as long as one of them relaxes and there is a flaw, then the next blow is a fatal sword.

The sword fight between the two looked like it had just begun, but it was actually over the moment Lorenzo swung his sword, and Samur's sword slashed fiercely at Lorenzo's neck.

There was a slight disappointment in his eyes, as if he didn't expect Lorenzo to be just that, but then the sound of metal crumbling sounded.

The falling spike sword was blocked by something, and the torn clothes were torn apart, and underneath was a thin layer of black hard.

"Armor ......"

Samuel made a mistake, and Lorenzo activated his power at the beginning, only this time the armor was not covered as obviously, but was deliberately hidden, waiting for him to take the bait.

It was at this moment that a piercing scream rang out, and Samur saw it with his peripheral vision, the reversed blade coming with a blinding whiteness.

"Courage, strength, skill, and...... Cunning. ”

Lorenzo whispered, and the deflected blade sped up in an instant, slashing diagonally at Samur.

This is something that humans can't do, and after swinging with all his might, Lorenzo simply couldn't retract his sword so quickly...... And that the imposing blow just now was not Lorenzo's full force at all?

Samur's heart froze, and the game began the moment the two looked at each other, and he now understood Father Anthony's words a little, but then he became vicious.

Now all Samuel can do is stop the loss, clench his sword, and slash hard under the armor, Lorenzo's blow hits his abdomen at most, and may bring heavy damage to himself, but in terms of the body of the witcher, as long as he is not mortally wounded, he can continue to fight.

Lorenzo in front of him was different, his sword blade had already landed on his neck, as long as he continued to slash and break through the armor's protection, Samur might not be able to cut off Lorenzo's head, but he could give him a fatal wound.

An ugly smile tugged at the corner of Samuel's mouth, like a guessing punch, should he ignore his own attack and continue to pursue him, or choose to defend and give up this attack?

It all happened almost instantly, and Lorenzo could sense the weight of the increase in his neck, but he didn't bother to defend at all, and the nail sword rolled up the scarlet blood and slashed through everything that tried to cover it.

The scream was high, and the terrifying wound split along Samuel's ventral side, like some huge monster swinging its claws at Samuel, and the wound spread all the way to his chest, from the bottom up, almost slicing open Samuel's entire chest.

At the same time, Samur's sword also broke through the armor, and for concealment, the armor was slightly thicker, and it was torn under Samur's sword, and the nail sword cut into Lorenzo's flesh.

It was a sword fight among monsters, both of them with terrible wounds, but stubbornly holding their swords, standing on the ground like stone sculptures, blood dripping down the tips of their swords.

"It's so strong......"

After a long silence, Samuel said slowly.

He covered his abdomen with one hand, Lorenzo's sword nearly tore through his abdomen, and he did his best to cover the wound and prevent the internal organs from falling out.

Lorenzo tilted his head, the blade of the sword cut into the armor, submerged into the flesh, Samur had done well enough, but he forgot the silver bolt in Lorenzo's body, the sacred metal seemed to have life, growing along the witcher's spine, restricting it at the same time, but also protecting the witchers, not to mention that Lorenzo raised his hand at the last moment.

It all happened so quickly that even Lorenzo could barely raise his hand and try to stop the sword strike, and the nail sword not only sank into his neck, but also slashed into Lorenzo's arm.

"Skill and combat are two different things. ”

Lorenzo and Samuel looked at each other briefly, and the next moment he shook off the blade of his sword, and Samuel also jerked and continued to attack.

Jager on the side looked at all this with a pale face, this is no longer something that humans can do, but they are still continuing.

As he swung his sword, the armor began to cover, and Lorenzo let Samuel's sword fall on him, there was no need to hide anything now, he was in complete control.

Samur had actually been wary of Lorenzo's armor, but under Lorenzo's cunning disguise, he had no ability to break through the armor at all, so he could only defend with difficulty, but then the blade pierced his arm.

It wasn't the most devastating blow, Samuel was holding one hand to his abdomen, while the other hand was pierced by Lorenzo, the blade of the sword jamming into the joint, causing severe pain and restricting Samuel's movements like a shackle.

The next moment the shotgun was thrust into the hideous wound in his abdomen, and Lorenzo's eyes were full of indifference, and he pulled the trigger.

The dragon's breath bomb detonated, hit at zero distance, and exploded directly in Samur's body, the blazing heat filled his internal organs in an instant, and he could only see blood gushing out of his ears and nose due to the pressure, and then a little blazing light overflowed from the wound, and then Samur slowly fell down as if he had lost all power.

It was such a fatal blow that Lorenzo didn't even look further and walked straight towards Shermans, who needed to leave as soon as possible.

"I had an idea of escaping, and although the success rate was not high, at least it was better than staying here. ”

Lorenzo said as he grabbed Shermans to his feet.

"You can't die yet, old fellow. ”

Lorenzo said to Shermans, Shermans knew far more than Lorenzo expected, the plan changed, Lorenzo had to find a way to get Shermans out of here alive.

At present, it immediately fell on Jager on the side, he looked at Lorenzo with a look of horror, although he knew the existence of the witcher, he never thought that the witcher would be so outrageous, the terrible wound on Lorenzo's body was healing with the awakening of the secret blood, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's like an immortal body.

"Take Shermans out first, and I'll deal with Samuel. ”

Lorenzo handed Shermans over to Jager, he was a vigilant man, so Samuel was so badly injured, Lorenzo had to be completely powerless to do it, but at this moment a voice sounded.

"Wait, I haven't fallen yet?"

With the sound sounded, there was a sticky and strange sound, like the mud in the smelly swamp, the bleak bones swam in the process, and countless maggots wriggled and gnawed on the remains of the corpse, and for a moment it seemed that all the evils of the world were gathered here.

Lorenzo turned his head slowly, and saw the shattered body slowly stand up, as if a demon had been born, and countless red threads stretched from above the flesh, which seemed to be some kind of flesh fiber or something, like needles and threads, stitching up the wound.

Blazing eyes fixed on Lorenzo, and in a short breath, the bones were squeezed and repositioned by the muscles, and the hard began to proliferate and heal, he picked up the intestines that had been spilled on the ground, and stuffed them into the hideous wound with an extremely twisted feeling, as if going back in time, until the last wound was stitched with the red thread, and Samur raised the nail sword again.

"Second round, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes. ”

Lorenzo's heart sank, and at this moment he knew exactly what he was encountering, and this battle would be extremely difficult.

There was no need to say anything more, the next moment the two figures were staggered together, and in the extreme swordsmanship, a flash of white light flashed, and the nail sword hit Samur, cutting off the arm that had just healed again.

The bloody severed limb was thrown high, but before it could hit the ground, the slender red thread connected the severed limb and Samur, like a thrown fishing line that was quickly recycled, and at this moment, Samur's sword also hit Lorenzo again, and the blade rubbed against the armor, bringing up sparks.

The two figures staggered, retreating, keeping a safe distance, and Lorenzo's gaze was solemn and he felt a little uneasy.

"What a troublesome power......"

"I think it's pretty easy to use, but it hurts. ”

The blazing white pupils looked at the knight in iron armor, the broken limbs had healed in a blink of an eye, maybe this was the real immortal body, no matter how many sword blows, no matter how hot the temperature, he could always come back to life, and continue to fight with iron and blood.

Power Yanar.