Ember Gun

  Chapter 300 Assassination

  How can Shermans forget these eyes, these eyes rolling in the white storm, like eternal eyes.

   "The Demon Hunter..."

For a moment, it seemed as if it had returned to the endless night, with burning anger and unstoppable despair, Shermans immediately pulled the trigger, and heavy gun smoke rose, accompanied by a brief fire, and lead bullets were removed from the gun. Shot in the mouth.

  The pungent smoke made Shermans a little unbearable and also obscured his vision.

He is not a warrior, in the final analysis, he is just an ordinary person with a fanatical belief. He is old and has no guards by his side. He has only a backward flintlock in his hand, not to mention that Shermans has already fired. Now, this kind of **** weapon is extremely troublesome to reload, facing the Demon Hunter at such a close distance, he has no chance to fire a second shot.

  Shermans suddenly felt a little annoyed and regretful. Jager had also advised himself that he should change to a more advanced pistol. Although he was his own guard and would guarantee his safety, it was inevitable that some sudden situations would occur.

But Shermans refused all of them. He didn't know what it felt like. Shermans just didn't want to abandon this weapon. Although it had various disadvantages, he sometimes felt it. Things are just like themselves, old and old things, out of place in this new era.

  The next moment the sharp spiked sword pierced the rising smoke, and the demon hunter came with the sword, he was extremely light, and Shermans was already dim-eyed, and the shot just didn't hit him at all.

  Looking at the heroic demon hunter, for a moment Shermans thought he had returned to the Saint-Nalo Cathedral, and under the protection of the demon hunters, he was reciting the sacred prayer.

The intense pain pulled Shermans' thoughts back, and the nail sword scratched his arm, causing him to loosen the flintlock in his hand. It seemed that he didn't want to kill himself, otherwise the sword would directly Through his chest.

   "The Demon Hunter... why are you here."

  Shermans took a deep breath. As a noble cardinal, a believer protected by everyone, he has not felt the so-called pain for too long, so severe, it made him feel that he was alive, truly alive.

  The demon hunter was obviously not prepared to answer Shermans's words, he did not continue to attack, but just looked at him coldly.

  "Is it a cleansing mechanism..."

   Shermans whispered that there was only one situation where the demon hunter appeared here. The cleansing agency gave up cooperating with the exiles and turned to work with the Gospel Church, and he was undoubtedly the best bargaining chip in exchange for benefits.

   "No... I won't accept it."

  Shermans reached out and grabbed the pen toward the tabletop as he spoke.

  Everyone is bound by their own will, abide by the iron rules that they have set for themselves, and can give their lives for them.

The same is true for Shermans. He can endure exile and Miguel’s crazy plans, but the only thing he can’t bear is the man under the crown. He will never allow Seni Lotaire’s kind. When a person becomes a pope, he will never fall into his hands.

   His will was firm, but his body was old. Before Shermans could pierce his throat with a pen, he was stopped by the demon hunter with a punch. The pain tortured him and he writhed weakly on the ground.

  He held his notes and twitched in the candlelight. The high cardinal was now so embarrassed, there were bursts of laughter, it seemed that the demon hunter was laughing at himself.

Inevitable sadness and depression, the demon hunter mentioned Shermans and prepared to take him away, but just then another pair of blazing eyes lit up in the darkness, Shermans saw it, and then the sword light was pale. Covered his vision.

  There is more than one demon hunter hiding in the darkness. He strikes like a thunder, swift and deadly.

The slender steel pierced through the heart of the demon hunter. Before the sword arrived, the demon hunter felt the soaring killing intent. The attacker did not hide his intentions at all. He was very confident and believed in his blow. Can kill yourself perfectly.

  The demon hunter does not care. He is a demon hunter, with powerful secret blood surging in his body. He is already an extraordinary existence, how can the power of a mortal shake him?

After the establishment of the   Protestant Group, many demon hunters have such emotions, possess extraordinary powers, are proud, and feel that they are no longer humans, but should be higher-ranking existences.

But beyond what the demon hunter thought, the opponent's speed was far beyond his expectation. The demon hunter wanted to turn around and deflect the position of the blade hit, but this trick could not hide from the attacker's eyes. He was accurate. The piercing, the sword blade pierced out of the Demon Hunter's chest with bright red.

The Demon Hunter released Shermans, and he tried to fight back, but another huge force came from behind his chest, followed by a dull gun sound, and the shattered projectiles slammed into the flesh and blood with poisonous mercury. , A blood mist throbbed in front of the Demon Hunter's chest.

   "There is no silver bolt?"

The voice of doubt sounded, Lorenzo did not give the demon hunter any chance to resist. The sword stayed in his body. Lorenzo shook his hand vigorously. After a cold light, the folding knife extended, and the holy silver was attached. The head of the knife was cut down vigorously.

Cut off the flesh and blood, cut into the bones, perhaps due to the blessing of the secret blood, Lorenzo could not cut his arms directly, but at this moment he also clearly felt that his folding knife was not blocked and did not touch Any metal.

  Silver Binding Bolt is a restriction on the demon hunter, but to a certain extent it is a protection for the demon hunter. The strong holy silver will effectively protect the internal organs and other important organs, but the demon hunter in front of them does not have these.

Several thoughts swiftly turned in his mind. Lorenzo once again wielded the folding knife and continued to seriously injure the enemy. At this time, the Demon Hunter also fought back with great effort. He turned his back to Lorenzo, and the wound burned. There was a fiery firework.

This is not a simple pure flame. Lorenzo does not think that his pure flame can burn into such a turbulent appearance in just a few seconds. The firework rises several meters, directly igniting all combustibles around it, and then the firework covers it. After the body of the demon hunter, the sword has begun to turn red under the high temperature.

  Power Michael.

  Lorenzo didn’t have time to think about it, and kicked Shermans away. He still had a lot to ask this old guy. He didn’t want him to die so inexplicably.

Shermans was also a little dazed. He didn’t even have time to feel the pain. He could only hold his notes tightly. If he said he was going to die, he should at least keep the notes. No matter who his successor was, he could one day Lift the hazy veil of this world.

   But other than that, the feeling at this moment is actually a bit strange, and he can't say it.

The **** of death knocked on the door, and it was obvious that someone jumped in from the window and shot the door. Although Shermans didn’t know his purpose, it felt like Lorenzo had settled the matter. Before, Reaper, please wait a while.

  Lorenzo never thought of Shermans' nonsense thoughts, he just felt that he was in a bigger trouble.

Not long after Lorenzo sneaked in, he saw these demon hunters. They broke in directly and generously without cover. With the secret blood blessing, Shermans's guards had no resistance at all. Cut melons and vegetables, and was easily killed.

The Old Order has been completely destroyed after the night of the Holy Prophet. Even if there are demon hunters like Lorenzo who have survived, most of them are hiding in the corners of the world, enjoying the hard-won peace, so these demon hunters in front of you The identity is easy to confirm.

  They are the demon hunters of the Protestant Group, as can be seen from their combat methods that are completely inconsistent with Lorenzo's knowledge, and there is no silver bolt in their bodies.

  Sure enough, the devastation of the night of the Holy Night to the Gospel Church has not recovered until now. These demon hunters seem to be powerful, but they are still far from Lorenzo who came from the old sect.

Lorenzo is very clear about what it means to not have a silver bolt. As long as he wants to, the demonization of the demon hunter can proceed without restriction. It will be a more terrifying existence than ordinary demon, and it is the best for him. The way to deal with it is to instantly weaken it, too late for the awakening of the secret blood...that is, death.

In the hot fireworks, Lorenzo did not back down, but continued to advance, and continued to submerge the sword into the body of the demon hunter. At the same time, the shotgun on the back fired again, and countless projectiles penetrated into the flesh and blood. In this moment of serious injury, the Demon Hunter obviously couldn't support it for a while.

He tried to turn around, the red sword was twisted by his body, and at the same time the secret blood continued to rise, the whole room was covered by the burning fire, and Lorenzo's vision was only left with the burning fire, a sense of suffocation. Followed by.

  "Be honest!"

  Lorenzo yelled, and drew out the pocket knife stuck in the flesh.

  Although under the blessing of the secret blood, the demon hunter possesses power far beyond ordinary people, but he still has weaknesses, just like a demon, after being penetrated through the heart and severed head, he will die.

Lorenzo’s sneak attack pierced the demon hunter’s heart with precision. Now he can move completely relying on the terrifying power of the blood secret, making the demon hunter’s body into an inhuman state, and At the same time, the powerful vitality began to heal the heart, and he could recover as long as time was added.

  This is the trouble for the demon hunters and even the demons. After cutting off their heads, they can still continue to fight with their instincts and pierce their hearts. With the insistence of their will, they can gradually recover.

Lorenzo vigorously twisted the burning rod and sword, continued to expand the unhealed wound, smashed the fragile flesh and blood, and then cut it down fiercely with a folding knife, and slashed **** his neck. .

The demon hunter was difficult to fight back. Lorenzo's fierce combo hit him by surprise. Under the threat of death, he could only expand his power to the maximum. For a moment, Lorenzo's vision became pure white, that dazzling light. Stabbing him involuntarily closed his eyes, the jackknife began to burn and melt, and the clothes burned out of thin air.

  In an instant, this place became a burning hell.

A dull voice sounded, and then sporadic projectiles penetrated Lorenzo's own body. At such a close range, the ammunition carried by Lorenzo also detonated due to the high temperature. Lorenzo gritted his teeth and closed. Keeping his eyes open, according to his previous judgment, he slashed the jackknife forcefully.

The blazing fire stagnated, then paused, and then collapsed. Lorenzo slowly opened his eyes. The hard-to-see sun has dissipated, and in front of him is a kneeling one. Headless corpse.

Lorenzo took a deep breath. This is the power of Michael’s faction. It is the most direct killer among the demon hunters. The extreme temperature is simply walking in the daytime of the world. Fortunately, Lorenzo’s sneak attack was successful. , And the subsequent attacks are decisive enough, otherwise once his temperature rises to the extreme, the steel will be melted at the moment of contact.

Seeing the charred corpse, the dry and carbonized body collapsed, and the flesh and blood underneath it stubbornly squirming, Lorenzo suddenly had a strange illusion. He couldn't help but think of lacquered antimony. This alchemical product also has similar properties. , As long as a little bit, you can release powerful light and heat.

Turning around slowly, Lorenzo looked at Shermans who fell aside. The old guy was also in a panic at the moment. His holy teaching robe was broken by the heat, and there were more burns and blisters on his body. All over it, but even so, he still clung to his notes and looked at Lorenzo in horror.

   "Cardinal Shermans, long time no see."

  The thick smoke dissipated, and Lorenzo took out a new pocket knife again from under his coat. Fortunately, he brought enough weapons before starting this time. Shermans' face was reflected on the cold light.

Lorenzo carefully observed Shermans’ expression. The panic on her face gradually disappeared, followed by a more complicated expression. Shermans seemed to be unable to believe what she saw at this moment. When it got choked, Shermans coughed vigorously a few times, and then he asked in an uncertain tone.

  "Medanzo..."

  The old voice sounded, and Lorenzo had an ugly smile on his face, a look of helplessness.

Sure enough, this is the result. Although it has been predicted, Lorenzo is still a little unacceptable. But now he has no time to discuss those with Shermans. He mentioned Shermans. He picked up the demon hunter's nail sword again, and kicked open the scorched gate.

  At this moment, there are other demon hunters in this manor, and they are looking for the whereabouts of Shermans like hungry wolves.

Lorenzo was able to kill the demon hunter so quickly because of sneak attacks and sufficient experience. In essence, he is no different from other demon hunters. Once in battle, Lorenzo can only barely guarantee that he will not be killed. , There is no ability to protect another Shermans.

While he was running wildly, the sound of fighting came from around. The burning fire covered all of his vision. The green grass was also turned into ashes. The black snow drifted in the air, but it was torn apart by the falling rain. Grey dark clouds appeared at the end of the horizon, slowly approaching here.

  (End of this chapter)