The torn body slowly stood up, its limbs bent at an abnormal angle, like a puppet, manipulated by silk threads into a strange appearance.

Countless red threads swayed through Samur's wounds like swaying seaweed, tugging at each other to heal his body, and he smiled as if he didn't feel the pain.

The situation became tricky, Lorenzo stared at him, it stands to reason that the strength of the witcher changes with the rise of the secret blood, and before reaching the critical value and starting to demonize, the regular lethal injuries can still kill the witcher, for example, Lorenzo was beheaded before the secret blood was triggered, then he is dead.

But when the secret blood boils and the forbidden power is poured into the body, it will be difficult for the conventional attack to kill the witcher, as long as there is still a breath, the witcher can push the secret blood to the extreme and complete the demonization.

Samur's secret blood had not risen to a critical level just now, and the fatal wound could effectively restrain him, which was why Lorenzo was not in a hurry to powerless him, but it seemed that it was more than that.

Samur also wielded power, and like Lorenzo, this transcendent authority was bestowed upon the witchers when they drew their swords against each other.

"Immortal Yanar. ”

Lorenzo whispered, countless red lines dancing wildly in the air like some unknown beast.

Cutting off the head and piercing the heart can effectively kill a Witcher, whether he is demonized or not, but the Yanar faction among the Witchers is not included in this list, they are somewhat similar to Shandafeng, and they are very special branches.

Lorenzo raised his shotgun, and the scattered projectiles went directly into Samuel's body, and after showing his power, he gave up dodging, because these injuries couldn't shake him at all, countless red threads rolled up in the wounds, and the flesh and blood quickly multiplied, squeezing the projectiles out of his body.

This is Yanar's power, unlike the blazing fireworks, the sturdy armor, and the foresight of a short future, Yannar's power is very simple, it is to maximize the demonic vitality, no matter what kind of injuries he endures, as long as he still has a breath, that powerful vitality can be restored.

This is a near-immortal power.

Lorenzo was extremely cautious, and because of this terrifying vitality, it was difficult to completely kill them by piercing the heart or cutting off the head, only by completely destroying them.

His Majesty said that this is a power full of honor. ”

Samur looked at his hand, the wound had healed, only the remaining red thread still hung on his hand.

This is a power full of honor, the crisis of the night of Advent is far from being able to contain the Medanzo witches, who guarded the gates of hell at a critical moment, and then the Yanar witches arrived, with their strong life force, even if they demonized, it was not so easy to die.

Fighting, in the stagnant temple where sin was born, has been fighting.

The demon hunters fought with the demons, and after killing all the demons, they went to kill the demonized demon hunters, fighting each other, many of the demon hunters died, but the Yanar demon hunters continued to survive with their terrifying vitality, and fought endlessly, until the demon hunter named Yanar also fell after a long time, and this nightmare really came to an end.

The sword light flickered, the iron armor shook, and blood splattered.

The nail sword pierced Samuel's chest again, and as Lorenzo thrust in, countless red threads grew like weeds, extending from the wound and wrapping around Lorenzo's sword, as the piercing wound healed rapidly.

Samur had no intention of defending at all, as Lorenzo had difficulty killing him.

The blazing fire swelled, and the pure flame was burning, and such a fire surged on the bodies of the two of them at the same time, which also indicated that the secret blood was breaking through the cage little by little.

"Demon Hunters ......"

Shermans looked at the burning figure and muttered in a low voice, as if remembering something, and slowly picked up his flintlock pistol.

He was nostalgic, nostalgic for the past, nostalgic for the beautiful golden age, and the flintlock pistol in his hand was also the crystallization of the craftsmanship of that time, and the deadly weapons were carved with graceful arcs by the artists.

But it all came to an end with the aging of Lorenzo Medici, and Shermans could no longer see the glory, but kept the outdated weapon as a thought.

"Jager is here to help me!"

After the remembrance, Shermans looked fierce and shouted at the frightened Jager on the side.

Jager recovered slightly from his panic and looked at the angry Shermans, the pious old man was no more, and his hideous face was like a demon.

Little by little, he moved to Shermans, who, like Shermans, was a devout believer, and had followed Shermans when he was still in exile, and if nothing had happened, Shermans had intended to support him as his successor.

"My lord, let's run away now!" said Jager in a panic.

The battle between Lorenzo and Samur in the cellar intensified, both sides were monsters that could not be shaken, Lorenzo had a sturdy armor, and Samur had a near-immortal body, red lines and fireworks were intertwined, if it wasn't for Lorenzo deliberately controlling the battlefield near the cellar gate, the two would have been affected.

"Why do you want to escape?"

Shermans looked at him with a smile, and in the light of the fire, the old man carried an unspeakable madness.

He laboriously ripped open his pocket, and from them he pulled out two cylinders, finely made, looking like some kind of storage.

"Help me get on the bullet. ”

Shermans said as he threw over the flintlock pistol, a weapon that was extremely slow and cumbersome to load, so Shermans carried gunpowder and lead bullet with him.

In fact, it is like an ornately decorated sword blade, which is often a status symbol, and if one day, as a cardinal, and he is protected by guards, he also needs to use a flintlock pistol to fire, then Shermans is not far from death.

Like now.

"My lord, there is still a chance!"

Jager also wanted to dissuade Shermans, but the old man just stubbornly shook his head, there was no way, Jager directly obeyed the order.

As the battle intensified, the fireworks continued to rise, the temperature of the entire wine cellar continued to rise, the air became stuffy, and Jager was sweating profusely.

Pouring gunpowder into the barrel of the gun, he picked up the lead bullet, but was stopped by Shermans just as Jager was about to shove it along the muzzle.

"Buckshot can't kill that thing, use this. ”

Shermans said as he opened the other cylinder, he hadn't opened it for a long time, and when he was exiled from Emerald, he had only taken it with the intention of being prepared, but he didn't expect it to be useful one day.

"What is this?"

Jager took the cylinder and poured a few bullets out of it.

"The cardinal's prerogative. Shermans replied.

Jager didn't ask much, but as Shermans had said, he shoved the strange silver-white bullet into the muzzle, and then pushed the bullet into the innermost part with the iron rod inserted under the barrel of the flintlock pistol.

"Jager, I don't want to run away anymore. ”

Shermans said suddenly, and then picked up the loaded flintlock pistol, and it was only then that Jager noticed that the old man was struggling to stand up against the wall.

"Your Excellency......," Jager wanted to say something, but was stopped by Shermans.

"I have been on the run for too long, from the Emerald to the Old Dunling, I was once a cardinal favored by God, but now I am dying in a foreign land. ”

Shermans picked up Jager's cane with his other hand, and he strained towards the battlefield of Lorenzo and Samur, now stubbornly moving forward.

"I regret my decision, it was a mistake to follow Migr, he longed for power, not the divine faith, as long as he was given power, he didn't care if we believed in gods or ghosts. ”

His back turned into a pitch-black silhouette in the blazing light, and Shermans puffed out his chest and grew taller.

"Nobody cares about that, but I care about that. ”

Flintlock pistol raised, prayer in his mouth, cloudy eyes fixed on the figure fighting each other.

......

In the end, the fight became boring.

No matter how many times Lorenzo slashed Samur, that terrible life force was restored in a very short time, and Lorenzo had seen this terrible healing power in Lawrence, when he relied on the flesh of the Holy Grail, Lorenzo relied on artillery bombardment, crude oil explosions, and even cutting off his head to kill him completely.

"Troublesome, huh?"

Samur asked, the strange red thread like a madman's weed, not only healing Samuel, but also attacking Lorenzo when he got too close to Samuel, like a predatory blade of grass, tangling around his armor.

"Indeed, the holy silver contained in the nail sword cannot effectively contain you. ”

Lorenzo said in a deep voice, Holy Silver can deal effective damage to witchers, but often as soon as Lorenzo's blade is withdrawn from Samur's body, most of the wound is healed.

"To kill you, it has to be an explosive attack, killing you in an instant, so fast that you don't have time to heal, or it can't heal. ”

Lorenzo stopped the attack, it was just a meaningless slash, no one could help anyone, and Samuel knew this, and he stopped.

"But your power is Medanzo, and if it's Michael, I might have to worry a little more. Samuel said.

Michael's blazing flame is the most offensive of all known powers, and when the blazing temperature is burned to the extreme, all matter will be destroyed in an instant, but in the same way, of course, when the blazing temperature reaches its peak, the witcher's secret blood will also rise to the limit, and it will not only burn the secret blood, but also the flesh and blood, and the silver bolt under the flesh.

It's like a falling starfall, and after the ultimate brilliance, there is the black silence of death.

The two of them were breathing calmly and talking on the surface, but in fact they were both regaining their strength.

"Are you going to use that thing? Aren't you afraid of Shermans dying?"

Samur stared directly at Lorenzo, but he was constantly wary of all his small movements.

"You found out?" Lorenzo was surprised.

"I examined the corpses, the instantaneous burning, the impact of the explosion, which is not in keeping with your powers, only that you are carrying some kind of weapon that can cause this. ”

Samuel is a proud guy and a wary guy, and he doesn't take an enemy like Lorenzo lightly.

"That's why you're fighting here?"

In response to Lorenzo's inquiry, Samour nodded.

That's why Samur deliberately chose this place to fight, not only for the sake of Shermans, but also for the sake of the Lacquered Antimony Throwing Knife, a weapon that Lorenzo would not use lightly in this confined space.

"Yes, it's a lot better than the previous witchers, at least you're fighting with your brain. ”

Lorenzo simply stopped hiding it and directly took the lacquered antimony flying knife in his hand.

"Are you going to use it? The blast of the explosion won't kill you or me, but it will kill Shermans. ”

"If we don't get rid of you, Shermans and I won't be able to escape, will we?"

Lorenzo's pupils constricted, and the offensive started again in an instant, which shocked Samur, he bet that Lorenzo would never use this weapon in order to ensure the survival of Shermans, but he didn't expect Lorenzo to care about Shermans's life at all, and made such a decisive decision.

The nail sword raised in front of him, and Samur urged the secret blood, and more dense red threads spilled out of the wound, stretching his recovery power to the limit.

Samur was only nearly immortal, not immortal, and judging by Lorenzo's cunning tactics, he was guaranteed that an attack would actually kill him, and the next moment Lorenzo advanced like a chariot.

"Crazy!" Samur scolded.

Lorenzo crashed directly into him, and that terrible force pushed him, and Samuel couldn't stop it.

Move little until you force Samuel to the door of the cellar, and with a little more force, Lorenzo will be able to push him out.

He wanted to push himself out of the cellar.

Samur realized Lorenzo's thoughts, and the spike sword slashed effortlessly during the impact, but it was difficult to penetrate Lorenzo's armor, let alone in this situation.

The secret blood rose, and the palpitating power flowed in Samur's body, he was not bound by the silver bolt, and in the blink of an eye, the demonization had begun, and his face was hideous.

Endless red threads were released from Samur's body like cobwebs, and the flesh-forged red threads spread out in all directions, not only wrapping around Lorenzo's body, but also inserting into the ground like steel nails, like vines of plants, and constantly straining as they extended.

Lorenzo's movements began to slow down, all the threads wrapped tightly around him, and they kept increasing, and the net flame burned, but it didn't have much effect on the red thread.

"Give it to me, get out!"

Lorenzo roared, and with terrible force he tore the red thread off his body little by little, and then stabbed the lacquer antimony knife into Samuel's chest, but it was all he could do.

Countless threads of silk wound around him like poisonous snakes, and Lorenzo had no power to draw a gun and shoot him to detonate it.

"It looks like I won. ”

Behind the curtain of the abominable countenance was covered with a veil of red threads, and behind the curtain Samuel slowly raised his sword, a state that was also extremely difficult for him, and he had to keep his sanity as much as possible without falling into madness.

"Get out of the way, Lorenzo!"

The old voice rang out, and Shermans stood behind Lorenzo with a flintlock pistol, and because he was so close that countless red lines also touched him, piercing under his skin and corrupting him.

No one knew what he was trying to do, and he yelled angrily.

"You...... And Seni Lothair behind you, you are nothing more than a bunch of demons who have usurped the sacred, what do you really know?"

The trembling hand became steady, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Lorenzo, or Samur behind Lorenzo.

"Welcome! this is Shermans Borgia's revenge!"

The old face contorted together with anger, and he pulled the trigger.

The muzzle of the flintlock pistol erupted with dazzling fire and black smoke, and the silver-white bullets pierced through it all and galloped forward.

Lorenzo's sluggish figure quickly became at this moment, and when he heard the ancient surname, Lorenzo suddenly understood what Shermans was going to do, all the armor was torn apart, and the broken edges cut the red thread, although this exposed himself to Samuel's attack, but Lorenzo did his best to avoid the ballistics.

As if cut by countless sharp knives, Lorenzo fell to the side with blood on it, and the bullet pierced into the red cobweb.

All sounds died out for a moment, and Lorenzo could only see the light of the fire in the red line, like fireworks falling into a dead tree, and the pitch-black interior glowed with gilded light.

The silver forged ammunition pierced Samuel's body, detonating the lacquered antimony within.

In an instant, the flames swallowed everything in view, and Lorenzo was pressed against the wall by the impact of the explosion, and in the hot air, he faintly smelled the unsettling smell, which was the poison called Cantarella.