Like a reflection in a mirror, the Iron Rider resembling Lorenzo stood in front of him, the rain washing away his dark armor, and in Lorenzo's gaze, he raised the blade of the judgment.

The force dragged the steel, the sharp edges tearing through the wet, icy rain curtain, followed by a sharp wail in the air, as if a ghost had died beneath the sword weeping.

A series of sparks erupted from Lorenzo's armor, and the blade slammed into the ground beneath his feet, causing a half-human-high splash.

The two men kept a close distance, almost at the same time that the blades fell to the ground, and the two spikes slashed cross-cutting into the Medanzo Witcher's helmet, and as Lorenzo swung his sword with precision, the slender tip of the spike sword cut straight into the gap in the helmet.

The blade was raised again, shaking Lorenzo's nail sword, and the two opened up a few chances, but it was clear that the Medanzo witcher did not want to give up the opportunity to attack, and after shaking Lorenzo away, the blade swung fiercely, and then swung down again, each blow rolling up a cold wind, in a vain attempt to break Lorenzo's armor.

Stepping back, barely dodging the fatal blow and not giving it any respite, the Medanzo Witcher raised his sword again, striding forward and slashing forward, Lorenzo tried to avoid the rock-like sword, but was hindered by the Michael Witchers around him.

The demon hunters surrounded him, and although he was ready to be surrounded by the demon hunters, Lorenzo couldn't help but feel a pang of pressure when it really came.

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"Medanzo ......"

Under the pouring rain, Lorenzo looked at this familiar power, and at the same time felt a strange sense of nostalgia, but also felt an indescribable sadness.

The power was channeled through the alchemy matrix engraved on his body, so Lorenzo was ready to be hunted down by witchers with different powers, but when he really saw this familiar power that was the same as his own, Lorenzo was still in a trance for a while.

It was as if the guy was standing in front of him again, but this time they were no longer friends, but mortal enemies with swords drawn.

"It's so troublesome......"

Lorenzo whispered as he dodged the attack.

In order to deal with the demon hunters of the new order, he thought about this plan for a long time, and even made corresponding weapons for the demon hunters of each faction to fight, such as the nail sword that is difficult to melt. Oscar said that the swords were made of a metal called asphalt iron, which had a very high melting point and was very strong.

But the Medanzo witcher in front of him was obviously a little beyond Lorenzo's expectations, he really knew this power too well, and because he knew this power too well, he knew very well that it was difficult for him to defeat it with the current means.

It's the shield, the indestructible shield, and when they appear before you, the pitch-black armor comes together to form a wall of desperate sighs.

"Left side!"

The shouts of the witchers were heard in the storm, and at the edge of the battlefield there were witchers who had been staring at Lorenzo, it was Shandafeng who was the witcher, and they saw Lorenzo's movements after that.

With their shouts, the Medanzo witcher didn't even look at Lorenzo, but swung his blade towards the predicted position, and the heavy sword blow successfully hit Lorenzo, knocking him out of the way and into the water.

After a few rolls, Lorenzo slowly rose from the stagnant water, the area where he had been hit was already full of cracks, but it was soon replaced by a new hardness, and the blazing white fireworks still flickered between the cracks in the armor.

This is really a bad situation, after the first surprise attack, Lorenzo fell into the upper hand in the frontal battle, and the witchers completely surrounded him, Lorenzo could not see their faces clearly under the rainstorm, but from the faint silhouette, one after another dark shadows like ghosts could be seen.

His gaze lifted and locked on the Medanzo Witcher who was approaching him, and the pitch-black iron wall was covered with the same cracks, especially the position of the visor, and in that cross-hit, Lorenzo stabbed a sword into the crack of the visor, and a burning eye could be seen in the shattered part, and blood was constantly pouring out from under the eyelid.

"It's a good fit, it's been a long time to practice, right?"

Lorenzo asked, but no one answered him after the rainstorm, and the witchers remained silent, like silent death.

In the surprise attack just now, they were deeply aware of Lorenzo's terribleness, he was precise and deadly, killing two witchers in an instant, and if it wasn't for the timely arrival of the Medanzo witcher to block Lorenzo's attack, maybe this casualty would continue to expand.

But now that the hunting net has been fenced, Lorenzo has no chance to extend his advantage, as long as the Medanzo witchers can continue to delay Lorenzo, these scattered witchers will eat away at Lorenzo little by little, until he is powerless.

Lorenzo also knew what they thought, Power Medanzo's greatest advantage was this terrifying defense, for Medanzo witchers, fighting was a simple matter, either kill the enemy before he broke his armor, or be killed by him.

In the face of this sturdy armor, the rest of the witchers had nothing to use to effectively break through the armor, even if the Michael Witcher could use the heat to directly incinerate the flesh and blood behind the armor, but with that special nail sword, Lorenzo had every chance to cut off his head before he burned himself.

"It looks like it's going to have to be like this. ”

Lorenzo muttered to himself as the secret blood rose within his body, tumbling and roaring like a raging flame until the ominous power penetrated every inch of his body.

The iron armor did not continue to grow, but began to fall off continuously, until Lorenzo's original appearance was exposed, as if he had given up resistance, he removed all the armor, but the next moment he moved quickly, under the interference of the rain and the wind, in the dim vision, the witchers for a while it was difficult to judge the direction of his movement.

[Secret Blood has awakened 31%, which has broken through the critical value.] 】

The world was far more complicated than Lorenzo had imagined, and his once naïve fantasies about Advent now seemed so ridiculous.

The truth hidden by the veil was far more complex and terrifying than he had imagined, and he shouldn't have died here, he still had too much to do.

The road to the Promised Land is a fragile ice floe, and you have to give up something to keep you from falling into the cold depths of the sea.

Therefore, in order to fight against this strange unknown, human beings always have to give up something, so they take the initiative to step towards the forbidden unknown and push open the dark door.

In an instant, the burning pure flame rose a little, and each demon hunter felt the oppressive force of the erosion in front of them, and they panicked and then stunned.

Of course, they knew what Lorenzo was doing, but what was more rational was that the demon hunters of the New Order did not have the shackles of the silver bolt, and the Lorenzo in front of them was different, he was from the old Order that had been destroyed, he was like a dead man digging a grave, stubbornly taking revenge on this world.

The Silver-Binding Bolt began to warm up and melt, bringing strength and deep pain at the same time.

Lorenzo's eyes were calmer than ever, and he broke the shackles he had set, not only to destroy the demon hunters in front of him, but also to know what kind of being Watson was.

The erosion expanded outward, as if he had become a demonic being at this moment.

He was waiting for something, but in the end nothing happened.

"So, Watson, did you really escape?"

The lost memories are gradually being recovered, and only the last locked door is left in the memory palace, and perhaps behind that door is Watson's secret.

But there was no need to think about it so much at the moment, and the burning eyes looked at the demon hunters around them, they were wary of Lorenzo's every move, and at the same time, they also had a little joy in their hearts.

They knew very well what the Critical Breach meant to Lorenzo, the witcher of the Old Order, who seemed to them to be like a hunted beast, hysterically making a last-ditch counterattack.

As long as they continue to delay, Lorenzo will definitely lose, and they don't have to fear anything, without the restriction of the silver bolt, these demon hunters of the new order can break through without any worries.

Slowly lifting the two nail swords, they were held flat on the sides of his body, and the surface of the metal was baptized by the heavy rain, reflecting the burning glow from time to time.

Lorenzo took on the appearance of a cross, but also somewhat like a scarecrow in a field, and Lorenzo moved the moment when there was a thunderbolt and the moment the blazing white light crossed the sky.

After breaking free from his armor, his movements were extremely fast, the wind and rain were torn apart by him, and the thunder and rain interfered with the demon hunters' vision, and for a while it was difficult for them to judge the direction of Lorenzo's attack.

The Chanda-chan witchers crossed their gazes, trying to peek into the ephemeral future.

But in that confused future, they couldn't see Lorenzo.

No, it's just that Lorenzo didn't appear in the future they saw, this is one of the flaws of the power Chandafeng, according to the witchers' expectations, Lorenzo will try to break through the siege, in his eyes, the first priority should be the Michael witcher, the fireworks are terrifying, but from the attack just now, Lorenzo has proven that he is capable of killing him.

But under the watchful eyes of the Chandal Hunters, the Witchers of Michael were not attacked, and at the same time, the "future" became "reality".

The blazing blood spilled into the rain, and the eyes under the armor were a little frightened and surprised, and the Medanzo witcher could not have imagined that Lorenzo would choose to attack himself first, and the sharp nail sword stabbed down the gap in the armor, injuring the body under the armor.

The blade swung up, trying to slash Lorenzo, but now that he had taken off his armor and broken through the borderline, his strength and speed had reached a new level, and Lorenzo himself didn't realize the difference he was making at the moment.

Under that rain of fire, it was the flesh of the Holy Grail that reconstructed his body, the flesh of the Silencer.

Swift in his figure, Lorenzo did not retreat, but stepped on the nail sword that pierced under the armor, sending the blade deeper as he approached the Medanzo Witcher and leaped high.

The nail sword slashed at the armor again, and under the heavy blessing, the majestic force bombarded it, like being slammed into the head with a heavy hammer, and the Medanzo witcher felt only a feeling of dizziness, and the high-frequency beep in his ears.

After a brief loss of consciousness, the dense hard matter reconnected to the shattered iron armor, and at the same time, the Medanzo witcher couldn't help but raise his secret blood, he knew very well what it meant to do so, and he would also fall into the dark abyss, but at this moment, the uneasiness in his heart forced him to make such a decision, it seemed that if he did not do this, he would not be able to withstand Lorenzo's subsequent attacks.

No, he doesn't have a chance anymore.

It's a wonderful feeling, it's comfortable, all the pain is forgotten, and only absolute power is in the hands of the moment.

Lorenzo made a move in mid-air that was difficult for ordinary people to do, and with the power of his sword, he spun around and slammed his whip leg into the head of the Medanzo witcher again.

The unfinished visor cracked open again, and Lorenzo continued to attack one point after another until it was completely destroyed.

"Retreat!"

Some of the witchers thought it was bad and shouted at the Medanzo witcher, while the other witchers approached. Swinging his blade, Medanzo Witcher followed his teammate's instructions and tried to retreat, but the sharp pain in his leg slowed him down.

It was the nail sword that pierced under the armor, and now it pierced into the joints under the armor like a spike, and it was stuck in the armor's protection.

So that's what Lorenzo wanted to do? The armor protected the witcher and the witcher, and the reason why this guy took off his armor was that he needed to be faster and more aggressive to end it all.

Case......

The Mystic Blood of the Medanzo Witcher swelled, and the black snake wrapped around his body like a vine, and he gave up retreating, but continued to strengthen his armor, as long as he dragged the other witchers close, Lorenzo could not continue to pursue him.

But then there was a sound of breaking through the air, and then the seemingly indestructible armor shattered, and a sharp and heavy metal broke through the hard and struck the skull fiercely.

"You're too dependent on armor, it's just a tool we use to fight, not something to keep you alive. ”

It was the last word the Witcher heard from Medanzo, and with a violent explosion, the entire skull exploded.

Everyone froze in place, looking at the headless corpse, unable to figure out how Lorenzo had broken through the sturdy armor to kill the Medanzo witcher, but then they saw it.

At some point, Lorenzo had abandoned another nail sword, it was stuck in the ground, and Lorenzo had an extra charred mace in his hand, and as Lorenzo released the mechanism on the handle, the hammer head of the mace fell, and then Lorenzo inserted the single handle into the suitcase, and with the groove fitting, the new hammer head was installed on the handle.

In order to fight against the witchers of the Protestant Order, he prepared a gift for the witchers of each faction, and this was the gift for the Medanzo faction.

This is a weapon called the Armor Breaker, a product of the Perpetual Pump, which was originally several meters long and in the shape of a long barrel, and they were originally a weapon rationed to the Armor of Original Sin, which was used to attack fortifications.

There is a one-ton metal spike inside the barrel, which is like pulling the trigger when used, and the spike will be pushed out of fuel like a bullet, and can be easily penetrated in the face of several meters of thick steel plates, but later this weapon was vetoed by Merlin, because it has little effect and is a waste of materials.

But Lorenzo didn't give it up, and in his opinion, this weapon for attacking the fortified was the perfect weapon to fight against the Medanzo witchers, and after Lorenzo's redesign, it became a disposable weapon, fueled by the high-burning lacquered antimony, with flint attached to it, and only a certain amount of impact could detonate the lacquered antimony, thus pushing the mace to perform a second armor piercing.

This is a new era, and once powerful witchers can be easily killed by modern weapons, and the so-called demons should disappear.

"Whatever it takes, never stop......"

For some reason, I remembered the face of Lorenzo Medici, the old but stubborn old man, a long-dead being.

It's strange, even though he is dead, but Lorenzo always feels that he is still alive, like a child facing a fairy tale, and even now he can't believe this, believing that he is really dead......

Lorenzo raised his spiked sword and stabbed it along the hideous cut in his neck, stirring fiercely until the heart was completely destroyed, until the corpse's blood was cold and a bright red liquid poured out of the cracks in his armor.

Like a merciless Grim Reaper, he turned to look at the surrounding witchers, Lorenzo knew them so well, knowing their strength and their weaknesses.

Hammer and sword in hand, the figure moved again the next moment, and the Chandal witchers stared at Lorenzo, they saw the future that would happen, but then a desperate chill engulfed them.

After fighting Lawrence, they know the power of Shandafeng Lorenzo very well, after all, the easiest way to fight this power is to be strong enough, so strong that even if they see the future, they are powerless to make any changes.

At this time, Lorenzo seemed to be standing at the same height as Lawrence, the secret blood was boiling restlessly, and under the forbidden power, the blade pulled out a blazing white band of light.

The future and reality overlapped in the eyes of the Shang Da Feng demon hunters, and for a while they couldn't tell the difference between truth and falsehood, so they could only raise the nail sword to make meaningless resistance, but the armor-breaking hammer fell first and collided with the nail sword, and in the low explosion, the nail sword was shattered, and in the broken blade, the miserable white sword light fell.

Another headless corpse slowly knelt down and finally collapsed in the rain, while Lorenzo mechanically replaced the hammer and looked at the end of the railroad tracks, where a faint whistle sounded in the frenzy of wind and rain.