The blazing fire burned brightly, and the cold silence of the night was also covered with a bright red hue.

The pitch-black armor clenched the nail sword, leaning against the blazing flames, softening the cold-stiffened muscles.

The secret blood was constantly boiling, and the power that did not belong to the human body was exerted on this body, and Lorenzo was infinitely close to the critical point of the taboo at this moment, heading towards the fear of the unknown.

Perhaps pain and excitement, a hoarse roar came from under the armor.

It's a really great feeling.

Lorenzo could clearly feel the power flowing through his body, as well as the molten blazing.

The Silverbolt is melting, and as the Secret Blood revives, it is gradually melting, and when Lorenzo's power reaches its limit, he will be slain by the sword of Holy Silver stabbed inside, just like Eddard.

It was a sanction from his body, a sword that hung high above his skull.

Lawrence walked slowly, the blazing breath came out of his mouth, the old body was full of vitality bright red, the deformed tumor was also shaking slightly, and the closed eyes were trembling, as if they were about to open in the next second.

He held two swords, on which fire burned, old but powerful, and the lion was still a lion in his twilight years.

For a moment, it was as if the two of them were back in the wilderness of the [gap], and so was Lawrence, with his back to the sea of fire, as if carrying the scorching sun.

The blazing white eyes briefly looked at each other, and the two of them became evil ghosts, involving a roaring wind.

The sword slashed faster and faster, and at last all you could see the swimming bands of light dancing wildly in the air, like a rolling thunder mass in the clouds, with a piercing thunder under each impact, followed by sparks splashing everywhere.

The brilliant white nail swords swung and staggered, like a torrential rain.

Lawrence laughed loudly, wielding his sword blade even more quickly.

It's been a long time since I've been like this, such a hearty fight, the secret blood is surging in the old body, and the more he slashes, the more he can feel that young power, as if in this death match, time is going backwards.

Everything seems to have returned to the time when a hundred years ago, when you could win the world with just the sword in your hand.

Lorenzo remained silent, the nail sword in his hand back and forth in the attack, he was able to block most of the attacks, there were still a few sword strikes that finally crossed his defenses and hit the armor, although the number of times was very small, but with the terrifying force of Lawrence, the nascent armor began to become full of holes.

Lawrence is too powerful, the more he fights with it, the more Lorenzo can sense that powerlessness, if the witcher is the ceiling of humanity, then Lawrence is the existence above all the witchers.

The terrifying swordsmanship, the foresight of the future, the near-immortal Holy Grail Blood...... This is simply the perfect witcher, without flaws, without weaknesses, as he said, Lorenzo has no chance of winning.

Can...... Is that really the case?

Lorenzo turned his offensive and stepped forward violently, and his whole body stepped directly into Lawrence's attack range without concealment.

There is no invincible enemy.

Just like the demon, before the appearance of the witcher, no one believed that humans could really fight the fear of the unknown, in those ancient times, humans could only bow down in the face of the thunder that fell, but never thought that one day humans could also hold the dazzling thunder in their hands.

Yes, Lawrence can be overcome, and the fear of the unknown can be killed.

As if unleashing his own rage, Lorenzo roared and swung his sword, the sharp sword light directly broke through the continuous rainstorm, and the sharp cold light pierced the blockade of the blade, and exploded a scarlet mark in Lawrence's mouth.

The wound nearly cut half of Lawrence's half, blood and bone flying, and the twisted blood still had a metallic sheen.

Lawrence leaned back, but he couldn't fall to the ground, and he slowly rose with a vicious laugh.

Countless tiny tentacles grew from the section of the wound, and they pulled at each other like sutures to heal the terrible wound.

Lorenzo didn't stop, and by shaking the blade open, he directly swung the blade back, and fell again, the thunder soared, and the nail sword in Lawrence's other hand deflected in the scream.

Lawrence took Lorenzo's sword, twisted his crotch and slashed again, and the nail sword slashed horizontally at his abdomen, although it was protected by armor, but the sword still hit Lorenzo hard, the armor shattered, and the broken armor stabbed directly into the blood.

Lorenzo took a few steps back, his sturdy armor cracked, blood gushing out of the cracks.

Lawrence did not pursue, he stood in place, his left nail sword pointed at Lorenzo parallel to his elbow, and the nail sword in his right hand was raised high and slashed.

This was Lawrence's heyday, and the blood of the Holy Grail greatly strengthened his body, allowing him to reach the demon-like body in his human form.

Each hand carries great power, and a random blow can chop through steel.

"Are you still calculating something?"

Seeing that Lorenzo was reluctant to attack again, Lawrence asked with some confusion.

He was still extremely wary of Lorenzo, this witcher was much more deceitful than he thought, if it weren't for the fact that he had been highly fused with the blood of the Holy Grail, otherwise Lorenzo's plan just now would have really killed him.

Lawrence seemed to be safe and sound in the explosion, but in fact, he was close to death at that moment, and the instantaneous heat directly burned his body and carbonized, but he had the blood of the Holy Grail on it, as long as there was a chance to breathe, the terrifying life force would heal Lawrence as quickly as possible.

Although the strange face of the mouth has not opened his eyes yet, Lawrence knows very well that the blood of this Holy Grail has taken on its own instinct.

It was well aware that Lawrence was his host, and that they would both prosper and lose before the blood of the Holy Grail truly took over Lawrence.

"How is that possible? There's nothing left to count you, it's just my dying counterattack. ”

Lorenzo straightened his sword, and a somewhat decadent voice followed.

But despite what he said, the eyes that burned with blazing white flames stared at Lawrence.

A short high-temperature explosion was possible, but due to the Grail blood factor, it would not kill Lawrence completely, and Lorenzo would need a more sustained explosion until the destruction was faster than the Grail's self-healing.

But obviously, Lorenzo knew that such a report was useless at the moment, and Lawrence was already wary that he would not give himself a second chance.

Thinking of this, Lorenzo stopped laughing again, and now the situation became a little clearer, he was already inferior to Lawrence in frontal combat, and Lawrence was wary of that potential possibility.

"You...... Frightened, right?"

Lorenzo said slowly.

Lawrence was afraid, he was afraid of the trap that had almost killed him, he was afraid that Lorenzo would have such a backhand, and this extremely proud guy finally had ...... Fear.

Lorenzo had already won, and he had planted that fear of the unknown in Lawrence's mind.

But......

"Still, I can't kill you. ”

Lorenzo suddenly laughed miserably, he lowered the sword in his hand, and the next moment he rushed directly towards Lawrence again.

The two shadows intertwined in an instant, but this time Lorenzo did not attack, allowing Lawrence's sword to slash above the armor, and he directly crossed Lawrence and ran towards the back of the train.

Lawrence was also a little stunned for a while, and then he followed closely, but was stopped by the breath bomb that was activated again, and the fire ignited, and Lorenzo had no follow-up means, he wanted to escape.

With a swift pace, he crossed several carriages and reached the rear of the car, slamming the door open, followed by Lorenzo closing the door, followed by a sharp spike sword piercing it.

Lorenzo didn't seem to be afraid, obviously running away, but he seemed very relaxed, like walking at home.

"Little nightingale, little nightingale. ”

He screamed.

is really a good student taught by Oscar, and at this time, he still has some idiotic nonsense.

"It's a shame that my big tree can't beat him, he's such a monster. ”

Lorenzo was distressed, and then he found the little nightingale at the end of the carriage.

Seleucus hugged herself in a ball in terror, the terrifying erosion had already enveloped her neighborhood, and she had only come to her senses by relying on the Florente potion that Lorenzo had injected her.

But even such sobriety is hell, and the endless barking of dogs echoes in his head), which is the deepest fear in Seleuc's heart, constantly echoing.

That's the demons, that's the erosion, they're going to find your most vulnerable and take them out and tear them up again and again in front of your eyes.

"Luo ...... Lorenzo. ”

Seleuc slowly raised his head and looked at the bloodied witcher.

Lawrence was outside the door, and he was afraid that the car would be a trap like before, so he didn't rush in.

Lorenzo ignored that and sat down next to Seleuc, looking very tired.

"And the sugar?"

He asked suddenly, his mouth full of rust, and Lorenzo felt a little uncomfortable.

But looking at Seleuc, who was trembling slightly with fear, Lorenzo shook his head, reached out and rummaged through it, only to find a few remaining weird candies.

"You're eating too fast, aren't you? ”

As he spoke, he tapped Seleuc's head lightly, but after a brief pause, the armor shattered, revealing the blood-stained body.

The rising gas took on a white mist at low temperatures, like a machine that diffused the steam.

Seleuc almost choked.

The Witcher's injuries were far worse than they looked, Lorenzo had no blood from the Holy Grail, and his ability to heal himself was far inferior to Lawrence's, and he had countless wounds, the most serious being the blow to the waist and abdomen, and the fragments of his armor sliced deep into it like sharp knives.

"You're right, Seleuc, I am indeed a man born of anger...... It can't be helped, revenge is really good. ”

"It's like a hallucinogen, and when you're in a rage, you feel like you're alive. ”

He chewed on the candy, the strange taste spreading in his mouth, and Lorenzo didn't even look at Seleuc, looking at the pitch-black steel as if he were talking to himself.

"His goal is you...... In fact, there is another plan now. ”

Seleu's voice sounded slowly, "Kill me, right?"

Lorenzo nodded earnestly.

"Lawrence's time is running out, and the more the Holy Grail heals him, the deeper he merges with the Holy Grail...... He's about to be devoured by the Holy Grail, and if I hit him one more time, I might have succeeded. ”

This was also one of Lorenzo's plans to kill Lawrence, but judging by the current situation, it was already difficult to implement.

"But he's been vigilant, the whole battle has failed, and all I have to do now is stop loss. ”

He looked down at Seleus, the remnants of his face obscured from his visor, and Seleus could only see the insensitive fireworks.

"You are the memetic nexus that all his attempts will be frustrated if you die, but once you are captured, with you as a hub, the erosion will swallow countless people. ”

"So you're desperately coming back to kill me?"

Seleuc thought it was a little ridiculous.

"Probably, maybe I'll change my mind and run away with you?"

Lorenzo laughed as he spoke, knowing full well that this was just a sentence, that they were now tens of kilometers away from the nearest town, and that even if Lawrence couldn't catch up with them, they would freeze to death in the blizzard.

This is Lorenzo's carefully selected battlefield, and winning this will be Lawrence's graveyard, and losing it will be Lorenzo's own ...... Seleuc is at most a funeral.

"Of course, or if we all die together and bathe in the lava of hell together, I don't know if the baths in hell are mixed with men. ”

Lorenzo said with some yearning.

"I'll go to heaven, you bastard. ”

Seleuc cursed angrily.

But then came the silence, the wind, the roar of the engine, the scream of the nail sword gradually tearing through the carriage, and the heartbeat of the two of them at this moment.

"Little Nightingale...... I need a red rose. ”

Lorenzo thought back to the words in the story, and he pleaded.

Seleucus is Lawrence's only target, and this is the capital of Lorenzo's maneuvering with Lawrence, looking for an opportunity to fight back.

Lorenzo slowly raised his spiked sword.

"Will you hate me? ”

"I owe you what I owe," replied Seleucus, "and I would have died in Gaulnalo without you, and I have to thank you for the fact that I have lived so long thanks to you, Mr. Holmes." ”

She sneered hard and said with a poisonous tongue.

"Oh, oh, that's an honor!"

Lorenzo replied shamelessly.

His voice was excited, but his eyes were tired, Lawrence was outrageously strong, his hands had already been numb from the high-intensity sword fight, Lorenzo couldn't even feel the presence of his arms, he could only keep the nail sword in his field of vision, so that he could judge by his eyesight that he did not let go of the sword.

"Do you want to reminisce about the past? I see that the story is like this, everyone recounts and confesses to each other, and then dies happily. ”

"Yes, I'm still a priest, and Mass before death is one of my professional skills, although I don't usually need such a thing. ”

He continued to talk nonsense, pretending to draw a cross in front of him, as if he was reluctant to let this girl die, and if he said a few more words, she would live a few more minutes.

"I ......"

Seleucus was about to say something, but Lorenzo quickly interrupted him.

"I forgive your sins in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. ”

The priest also squeezed his brow at Seleuc, after so many years, he had not forgotten what he had learned in the Demon Hunting Order.

"Alas, after all, the relationship is related, the program doesn't have to go, my sword is fast, and I can go to heaven after a good night's sleep. ”

Hearing him say this, Seleuc laughed angrily.

"Are you sending me to heaven with your own hands?"

"Then remember to give a good review. Lorenzo said, "What if that kind of thing really exists, and seeing me working for him and killing demons for so many years, maybe he will drag me to heaven with him?"

As if thinking of something hell, Lorenzo patted Seleuc on the shoulder, looking like a good brother.

"When the time comes, everyone can be in the magma ...... together Oh no, it's a bath in holy water!"

The cheerful voice gradually sank, and the bad talk ended here, and Lorenzo was sad.

Finally, he slowly stood up, his sword hanging over Seleuc's head.

"Actually...... There's no God, right? There's no afterlife. ”

Seleucus asked a little naively.

Lorenzo nodded, repeating what he had said to Sabo.

"To die is to die, there is no heaven and no hell, just eternal peace. ”

He took one last look at Seleuc.

"There are some things that you can only decide when you are in front of you...... Any last words?"

Seleuc didn't speak, thinking carefully that he really didn't have any last words to say, words to his friends, unfinished ideals, or some unwillingness.

In fact, by this time, there was nothing left, she had no family, no friends, the only witcher who could be considered a friend, and was preparing to send her to heaven with his own hands...... Seleuc couldn't think of anything, and she suddenly realized how lonely she was.

Death is obviously so deep and serious, but it seems so comical under Lorenzo's auspices.

She shook her head, and before she could say a word of goodbye, Lorenzo slashed down with his sword, and Seleuc closed his eyes.

For a moment all the sounds disappeared and the whole world fell silent.

Deafening.

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