It was like the armor of the black angel covering Lorenzo's body, but rather than the armor, it was a group of entangled snakes climbing on his body, intertwined with each other, and became this strange armor, and blazing white fireworks poured out from the cracks in the armor, as if the armor was not some flesh and blood, but a divine spirit made entirely of flames.

"Sabo, killing a demon is not just about destroying the heart, but also the brain. ”

A deep voice rang in his ears, and the flaming blade swung down with ease, and the bound arm snapped.

The wound cut by the blade was not a flat face, but a pitch-black coke, and the extreme heat destroyed all the cells in the moment it fell, turning it into drifting ashes.

Then the light of the heavenly vault pierced all the darkness.

Lorenzo stood on a wooden stake in the fire, and the surroundings under his feet were burned with the heat, and his injuries were being healed, although not very quickly, but Lorenzo could not die for the time being.

This is the power of demons, even if the brain of the demon is destroyed, the body will act instinctively, and the heart is destroyed, the body can also fight for a period of time driven by the will, and even say that a secret blood like Lorenzo with high purity can be directly forcibly cured, but the price is a little expensive, but compared to life, these are worthless.

"Is this a glimmer of hope in the box?"

Looking at the silent light, Sabo burst into tears.

"After all, you're still different from me, I got such a twisted body in the secret blood, and you can be so sacred......"

In the end, even the ominous secret blood rejected Sabo, obviously he and Lorenzo were the same blood, but the final result was completely different, the strange body slowly rolled up, and the head was lowered, like a disappointed child.

"Hypocrisy is sacred. ”

Serpents climbed up Lorenzo's neck, sucking the blood, and in return the sturdy scales became his armor.

The flaming sword of fire hung low, and Lorenzo arched himself, a harbinger of sword strike.

The dawn is coming, illuminating everything, and the darkness has nothing to hide, but like the last before death, the pre-dawn is also the darkest, incomparably deep night, the last counterattack from the shadows.

The rock wall above his head became dry, and all the water droplets evaporated, it was a fire from above, and under the work of the purification mechanism, the fire had burned to the bottom, whether it was a demon or a human, there was no chance of survival in that deadly heat, and the body turned into char inch by inch, shattered into light ashes, and finally slept under the earth.

The whole world is crumbling, the fragile underground palace is collapsing layer by layer, just like an old man, the organs of the body are decaying one after another, it is going to die, and soon, soon this lowest level will also be crushed by the stone bricks above, leaving little time for the two of them, countless rubble and dust falling, causing ripples on the surface of the water, and only one of them will leave alive.

Then the mottled stabbing sword pierced through the dust, and the scarlet eyes were jealous of Lorenzo, who was jealous of everyone in the world, and the sharp sword and the fiery sword slashed together, and the dark gray metal was burned red by the heat, and the blood dripping on it evaporated in an instant.

"No one can decide where they come from, but they can decide the future!"

Sabo screamed, his body was already the deformed monster, but he still felt that he could live, he would definitely live, this was his only wish.

Lorenzo fought with him with the blade, to this extent, the sword skill was no longer important, it was only the skill of killing, but it was not the blade of demon slayer.

Without any skill to speak of, the two of them fought in the purest form like primitive monsters, slashing at the sturdy snake scales and bursting with dazzling sparks that left deep sword marks, the flaming blades burning the sinful body, but the proliferating flesh soon replaced the dead part.

Like the Ouroboros that devours its own tail, it is destroyed and reborn until one side falls.

"There's no chance of Saab anymore, and a lot of things don't change when you make a decision. ”

Lorenzo said lightly.

Everything tonight stemmed from the Sacred Coffin, and the mutation in the Underground Palace stemmed from the doctor who had dealt with it before, Lorenzo had dealt with many of them, and he knew very well that the doctor had left behind the secret blood, and the widespread spread of the secret blood had caused those people to turn into demons, and Sabo was the only one who could keep his senses.

No, maybe he is like this for the sake of the secret blood, the deformed body has long been unable to support it, and only the secret blood can bring him a turnaround.

The fire sword slashed one after another, like a blacksmith's hammer, frantically striking steel and fire.

Lorenzo forced Sabo back, and then followed again, the water boiling with a mist that reflected hideous shadows and light.

There was another roar, the collapse was near, and this time Lorenzo swung his sword with all his might, and the red-hot sword shattered.

It was the sword that had been with Sabo for many years, and today it finally broke, and he grabbed the broken head, wrapped the flesh around it, and then stabbed Lorenzo, the blade digging into the tiny slit in the armor, cutting into the flesh and blood.

Sabo opened his mouth, his sharp teeth biting at Lorenzo's body, he no longer had a sword, but he still had sharp teeth, and strong arms, he would bite Lorenzo's throat, and his arms would drown him in the water.

He hasn't lost yet, and he can continue.

The rock wall overhead finally couldn't hold up to the weight and began to crumble, and countless pieces of rubble fell, completely destroying the underground river, and the battle between the two was interrupted by the sudden change, and the river swept against the raised rock they had hit at the bottom of the water, and finally sank.

Under the dark waters, the blazing fire still burned, the figures of the drowning man twisted together like a madness before he died, and after a short pause, they fought each other in the rushing water, it was no longer a battle between humans, it was more like a beast.

Heavy rubble pressed down on them, and dark red blood poured out of the cracks in the armor and flesh, drifting with the waves, and the huge drop of the bottom slammed against the surrounding rock walls.

Sabo tore at Lorenzo with his sharp grip and fangs, the black iron armor withered away like scales, and the blazing fire was released from it, and the flaming staff and sword repeatedly strangled Sabo's abdomen, killing and resurrecting.

Whining and screaming, he strangled Lorenzo's skull, refusing to let go of his palms even as the spilled fireworks burned, holding him down like pincers, striking the bulge at the bottom of the water.

Lorenzo's attack froze suddenly, as if something was stuck on him, so that he could not completely "mutate", and the flames were about to stop, but in the end, Lorenzo broke free of Sabo's restraints in the water, ignoring the injuries on his body, and the burning palm hugged Sabo's head and then evaporated everything in high temperature.

In the chaotic and turbid blue world, there was a constant glimmer of light, but the huge water flow was still swept away.

In the end, it seemed as if both of them were exhausted, blood loss and injuries, cold water and suffocation, they weakly let go of each other, and they were washed to the edge of the sewer exit together.

There was no grand curtain call, just two men who were washed ashore like dead dogs.

It was probably a few seconds or a few minutes, and one of the bodies finally moved again, the twisted palm grabbed the edge of the shore, Sabo climbed onto the shore with difficulty, he gasped, the flesh in his abdomen twisted and wriggled, the cold air poured into his lungs, tears couldn't help but flow, although it was painful, but he was still alive, he was still alive.

He was left with nothing, once again an outlaw, his only arm scratching at the ground, dragging himself across the ground, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

The field of vision was cloudy, Sabo could only judge the direction based on the feeling of the breeze, Lorenzo's final blow at the bottom of the river nearly melted his skull, and although he didn't succeed, his fragile eyeball had been destroyed, and he needed time to recover.

Saab was only one step away from freedom, and he knew exactly what to do next, and he knew exactly what to do next, just outside the narrow sewer was the River Thames, where small boats would usually pass slowly and disembark where they needed to. As soon as Saab entered the Thames, he was free, and no one could stop him anymore.

Lorenzo climbed ashore behind him, retching, blood mixed with the river and spitting out, his face was pale, his black armor was not a single one, his staff and sword had been lost in the dogfight, but the Winchester was still in his hand.

"Sabo, you have nowhere to run. ”

Lorenzo leaned against the wall and sneered as he looked at the body crawling with all his might.

"Actually, there are many things more worthwhile than living, but you don't see them at all. ”

Knocking the shotgun hard, the gravel and water soaked through it, and Lorenzo let out a long sigh and tried to stand up, covering his wounds.

Sabo was still crawling forward, he didn't care about Lorenzo's words, he only thought about moving forward, so Lorenzo rushed over, holding Sabo to death, the only blood tried to set him on fire, but the sharp bone blade lifted from under the flesh and stabbed Lorenzo again.

The two fought on the ground, with Sabo's bone blade slashing one last time, piercing Lorenzo's thigh and pinning him to the ground.

There was no love for war, he continued to move forward, looking at the stubborn figure, Lorenzo suddenly felt a very sad emotion, he was so persistent, it was clear that death was already knocking on the door, but he still had hope to live. Perhaps at this moment Lorenzo understood him.

All Sabo has is life, and life is something that will never betray him, and that's enough, it's enough.

The forward figure kept moving forward, the fiery fire burning on him, and then Lorenzo realized that the steel that protruded from his flesh was his staff sword, and in the chaotic impact of the underground river, Lorenzo had stumbled the blade into his abdomen, and then punctured his heart.

Sabo was dying, and the burning fire had already burned out his entrails.

Until he finally stopped, and despite all his might, he still couldn't climb out of the dark tunnel.

"Am I going to die?"

Looking at Lorenzo who was walking slowly, he looked very embarrassed as he held the bone blade that pierced him.

Lorenzo nodded, his dark clothes in tatters, and his expression was calm and sad, like a friend attending a funeral.

"Mr. Holmes, life is a gamble, you try to win everything in life with the only chips you have, I think I've done it, but it's just a little bit, it's just a little bit ......"

With red tears on his hateful countenance, he finally came to Invig, to Old Dunling, to the wealth and power he had, and even to finally he was freed from the shackles of his deformed body, he had everything, but now he was going to die.

"Will you pray for me?"

He asked in a weak voice, looking at the former priest, he pleaded, but it was a long time before Lorenzo spoke slowly.

"There's no need, Sabo, you don't believe in God, what's the use of praying?"

Lorenzo walked past Sabo to the light-filled land, without looking back.

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

Sabo paused for a long time, and then seemed to be relieved.

"Really...... I'm so unwilling......"

The blazing white flames engulfed the demon's body, burned out the internal organs and then the brain, and the pitch-black bones crumbled in the ashes, then fell into the surging water and sank completely under the Thames.

The charred head flowed under the water to Lorenzo's side, and although it was only a flicker, it was hard to imagine that hideous face could have such a serene expression.

The outlaws finally stopped, enjoying the peace that had already arrived.