Ember Gun

Chapter 126: container

  Chapter 126 Container

   is really an indescribable emotion, the ecstasy of revenge and anger are crossed together, and the hatred of being betrayed.

  Although Lorenzo only saw the man once, and even said that his face was blurred because of the high-speed movement, Lorenzo still recognized him at that moment, the man who should have died in the night of Saint Pro.

   "I didn't expect you to be alive, Master Lawrence."

  The voice under the armor has no emotion at all. It seems that this time the knight under the armor has turned to inhuman and plunged into the depths of darkness.

   "Luo...Lorenzo!"

   Behind Eve seemed to recognize this hideous body, exclaimed.

Seleu's eyes changed slightly. Of course, she heard Eve's words clearly. She didn't dare to associate this terrible figure with the person in her mind, but when he turned her head, although he couldn't see his appearance clearly. , But the inexplicable sense of familiarity declared his identity.

   "Quick, run away!"

   Eve shouted to him, the pressure that Master Lawrence put on her far exceeded the previous encounters, that is the person who really carried the death, and the confrontation with him will only leave unknown.

  K Lorenzo shook his head, and the voice sounded.

   "Let's go, I want to stay."

  Yes, how could Lorenzo escape? He must stay. He has been carrying the mysterious and weird for many years, and sometimes he even feels that he will die so mediocrely in the old Dunling, but when all these things are gradually awakening, he finally catches it again. The corner of the truth.

  It was a fateful reunion. After Saint's Night, Lorenzo thought he would never have a chance to know the truth about everything, but the person who should have died a long time ago appeared before his eyes.

Lorenzo believed in the mighty power of Master Lawrence. Before the Demon Hunting Order was disbanded and the night of the Holy Advent had not erupted, he was the head of the Demon Hunting Order and the cardinal of the Gospel Church. A demon hunter who knows how many years.

  Because of the uncontrollability of the demon hunter, the demon hunter is destined not to become the incumbent, but Master Lawrence is an exception. He is the gray between black and white, the medium that connects the two.

  Lorenzo is very aware of the gap between him and Master Lawrence. Although he is old, the secret blood in his body will not age with the years.

  He is still a sharp sword, at best the scabbard covering the blade has aged.

There is no idea of ​​fleeing at all, not just revenge. No matter what the purpose of Master Lawrence’s appearance here, it seems that only Lorenzo can hold him firmly at this moment. He doesn’t even have fear. Lorenzo has done it more than once. Looking back on the night of Saint Prom, if he had a second choice, he would definitely die there, instead of just living alone as the last person.

  The blazing raging flame ecstatically lit the green lawn, embers drifted in the warm evening breeze, and the gray dust surging and dissipated under the night.

Lawrence stood up slowly in the ruins. He looked at the dark armor. Lawrence was as surprised as Lorenzo. In his opinion, the Medanzo Demon Hunter was already dead, but in this distant old Dunling They met again within.

   "How could it? You are all dead."

  Lawrence said in a somewhat unbelievable way, but there was more smile on his face, like an unexpected joy.

In that final night, the place of the seven hills was closed, and the Templar Knights poured out from the nest, and blood ran into rivers overnight, but even so, some people struggled to crawl out of the pile of dead people, and there was the dead Ai Germany, there is also Lorenzo who is angry at the moment.

   "Yeah... why?"

  Lorenzo stepped across the burning sea of ​​flames and walked towards Master Lawrence. At this moment, it was an unspeakable fear. At this moment, Lorenzo seemed to be a monster itself, exuding erosional suppression.

  Sure enough, Watson did not lie to himself, Master Lawrence is still alive, then the others, perhaps the most damned ones, are still alive.

  It turned out that what I did was still in vain, nothing could be changed, but... there is still a chance to recover.

The knight’s figure left a hideous silhouette in the blazing fireworks, and as he progressed, the weird armor grew and spread, like countless snakes entwining him, and finally climbed to the big sword, twisted and entangled, making It is sharp and strong.

It was not Lorenzo who was shocked at this moment. Master Lawrence was holding a spiked sword and was as calm as a beast. He was shaken for the first time. Seeing the figure walking in the sea of ​​fire, his thoughts turned crazily, but He still couldn't understand why the Medanzo Demon Hunter could survive.

They clung to the Cathedral of Saint-Nallo. They were the first group to die when the incident broke out on Saint-Night. Although Master Lawrence defected from the gospel church after that, he clearly remembered that they were all dead that night. Absolutely.

   "How is this possible?"

  The black knight in front of him is like a **** of death crossing the river of Styx. After so many years, this lonely ghost finally found his revenge enemy.

   "Repent, while you still have time."

  The black knight said, the secret blood has reached the critical value, which is the limit that Lorenzo can reach.

   "No...you are not the demon hunter of Medanzo branch, you are not!"

   Suddenly, Master Lawrence said in a deep voice, he had lived for too long, searching through many memories, he remembered the details of that night, and then raised the nail sword, with endless doubts in his eyes.

  He knew very well that the Medanzo Demon Hunters were all dead, and Master Lawrence confirmed incomparably, because it was he who ruined the Medanzo Demon Hunters, and he knew all this very well.

But there was no chance to question any more. The black knight galloped like a burning chariot, swinging down his sword with raging flames and fury, and the steel clashed with a stern cry, as if countless souls were wailing, Painfully complained about the fear of death.

"come!"

The blade was like a guiding knife, smashing heavily on the ground, setting all the nearby lawns on fire, but the sharp sword light lit up at the next moment, and the sharp spiked sword hit the dark armor, bursting out countless on it. Sparks.

  The old body seemed to be young again, and the figure of Master Lawrence was almost unobservable, and only the scarlet figure was seen passing by, and then Lorenzo's sword strikes were all cut into the air.

Lorenzo turned around fiercely. Since he could not catch up with the speed of Master Lawrence, he expanded the attack range. Holding the big sword in one hand, he swung a half-month-long chopping, but the blade only hit the red. A corner of the robe, and then a more violent sword strike hit Lorenzo's chest, fortunately, it was protected by the armor, only leaving a trail of sword marks.

  "Who are you? I clearly remember that you guards were the first to die."

  Crazed slashing, Master Lawrence’s voice came from the sound of the wind.

  He is the head of the Demon Hunting Order. Master Lawrence clearly remembers the names of every demon hunter, but because of the protection of the armor, he can't see Lorenzo's face, so naturally he can't judge his identity.

   "You don't need to know."

  The blazing fireworks skyrocketed, covering all of Master Lawrence’s vision for an instant, the next moment a sharp sword swung down, splitting the flames, and the crushing stone and iron momentum seemed to cut Master Lawrence together.

  The foreseeable thing still didn't happen. As if he knew where Lorenzo would cut from, Master Lawrence dodged the attack slightly sideways, and then the nail sword slashed fiercely on the visor.

  The old Demon Hunter had unimaginable power. This heavy blow seemed to be a blunt weapon. Lorenzo only felt that his ears were filled with sharp buzzing, and then a hot sting came from his cheeks.

  The pitch-black visor began to shatter, large pieces of scaly-like black armor fell off, and a tragic sword wound extended from the brow bone to the forehead.

Master Lawrence raised the mottled spike sword, and most of its attacks were ineffective against Lorenzo’s armor. There were countless cracks in the fight of steel, but it was finally revealed that there was a touch of blood on it. That originated from Lorenzo.

"You have no chance of winning, child, as long as you are a demon hunter, then it must be taught by me. I am familiar with the way each branch of the demon hunter fights. Whether it is Michael or Medanzo, they will have fatalities. weakness."

  He rolled up his red robe and wiped the blood from the blade, looked at Lorenzo with a smile, and said softly.

   "You have reached the threshold, right?"

  ……

  Pressure, Lorenzo feels only endless pressure at this moment.

Perhaps it was the six years of Old Dunling that made his weapon no longer sharp, or as the powerful force of the sect master, Lorenzo did not have any advantage in the battle with the Master Lawrence, and even said that he was still concealed. suppress.

   But that's true, this is the headmaster of the Demon Hunting Order, an old monster who has lived for an unknown period of time.

Unlike the Demon Hunting Order, the group of people who rule the Gospel Church is truly mortal. They have no secret blood or other weird powers. They will get sick, age, and die. However, the Lord Lawrence among them is a real mortal. Heterogeneous, with secret blood flowing in his body, that power from the demon can keep him alive for a long time, until most cardinals don't seem to know his origin.

  He is a living history, and it is even said that his life may run through most of the history of the church. All the skills of the demon hunters are taught by him, and even the powers derived from different branches are sorted out by him.

In terms of combat, Lorenzo is a transparent glass to Master Lawrence, and Lorenzo does not even know what the power of Master Lawrence is, and said that from the degree of perceptual erosion, Master Lawrence did not even provoke the secret. Blood.

   "Demon hunter, you don't look very good, why don't you try to raise the secret blood to a higher level?"

  Master Lawrence strode forward, not knowing whether it was provocation or taunting, and then she released pure whiteness in the old eyes, dragging the spiked sword to bring up a thunderous light path.

  Lorenzo did not answer him, staying on the spot to witness the arrival of Master Lawrence, the armor grew like alive, and then the damaged visor was repaired, and the nail sword arrived in no time.

   Suddenly, breathing gradually stopped, and even the burning flame gradually solidified, as if releasing dust with strong light.

  Watson stood next to Master Lawrence, the sharp spiked sword reflected the woman's face, and her expression was full of disgust.

   "Lorenzo, you are not his opponent. I am afraid that you are the only one wandering in [Gap] among the Demon Hunters who can beat him. Now you have no chance of winning."

   "So you just came out to talk nonsense?"

Lorenzo replied indifferently. He looked at the approaching blade, the whole world seemed to stagnate, but he knew very well that his thoughts were getting faster, and he was about to be able to communicate with Hua at this terrible moment. Health chatter.

   "No, just remind you to run away, you also know that you can't break through the threshold, after all, you haven't been compatible with the Holy Grail...or me."

   Watson walked over with a smile, stroking the cold armor.

  "The real compatibility is the lonely wild ghost who died in [Gap]. You are just a temporary container."

  Like a demon, she whispered.

   "You should know what happens when you break the threshold in this case, right."

  Lorenzo was silent and did not reply. In his vision, the deadly blade was still approaching, and it was about to arrive in front of Lorenzo, looking only a few tens of centimeters.

   "After all, don't you just want to be free from bondage?"

  Lorenzo recalled the guy sitting on the bench in the icefield, the predecessor who died before him.

Once the critical value is exceeded, Lorenzo will begin to demonize, and after demonization, Lorenzo can bring about erosion in a practical sense, affecting everyone around him, and through this spiritual influence, Watson’s prison There is a way to escape.

  The abominable devil will truly get out of trouble, eroding Lorenzo, and then spreading like a virus with Lorenzo as a link.

   "I don't need it, at least temporarily."

   "Really? You might die here."

   "But if I die, don't you die forever?"

  Lorenzo looked at Watson, the woman's gradually stiffening expression was really good.

"So, Watson, just like you said, we are a symbiotic relationship where we are both prosperous and all detrimental. I am your container. You live by me. If you don't want everyone to finish playing, you can quickly say something useful! "

Lorenzo never confided the existence of Watson to anyone, and therefore Watson did not have anything that could be classified as a medium to escape. She was trapped on an island named Lorenzo and was caught by the tide on this island. When submerged, she was forgotten in the world forever.

  Forgetting is the real death.

  Hua looked at him life and death, and after a long time it seemed like a compromise, she said.

   "You blackmailed a devil, I will earn it from you sooner or later."

The next moment Watson's hand stroking the armor melted into the armor. It was an unspeakable cold. Even the fiery burning flame lost its temperature at this moment, as if falling into the deep cold of an endless abyss. With Watson's step, she stepped into the armor little by little. This time she became a knight in the armor just like banning Lorenzo.

  The accelerated thoughts began to slow down, and finally returned to normal values. At this moment, the indistinguishable thunder crashed down, but this time he failed to hit Lorenzo.

  The ghost of the black knight appeared behind the Master Lawrence, and then the big sword was raised high, and then it fell down like a behead.

   Because the overall plot design world view still allows me to expand a little bit, it is still under control (of course, this will persuade many people to see this, you say yes~)

    

   

  (End of this chapter)

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