Ember Gun

  Chapter 304 Yanar

   "Mr. Lorenzo Holmes!"

  The man shouted, he was not eager to attack, but stood at the door of the wine cellar, waiting for Lorenzo's arrival.

  Lorenzo kept a safe distance from him. The Demon Hunter turned against the light, and Lorenzo couldn't see his face clearly.

  "Don’t worry, I didn’t tell others about your being here. This is a rare solitude. I don’t want anyone to bother."

  The Demon Hunter spoke slowly, and he drew out an undamaged spike sword, and then threw it towards Lorenzo.

After the fierce battle, Lorenzo’s weapons were more or less worn out. He looked at the spike sword in front of him hesitantly. When facing the new pope before, the new pope did the same. The hunter in front of him What the Majin wants is a close duel.

  Lorenzo picked up the spiked sword and looked at him suspiciously.

   "This is against your mission."

  "It's just a little bit for personal gain." The demon hunter replied.

"What do you want to do?"

  Lorenzo squeezed the nail sword tightly, and the Demon Hunter blocked the exit, obviously not wanting to escape from here.

  "After all, you are a ‘senior’, one of the few seniors. I am very confident of myself, but whenever the priest mentions you, he is always afraid. I really want to know where we are."

  The witcher walked a few steps forward and entered the wine cellar completely.

  "Do you not hide your identity?"

  Lorenzo heard the word of the priest, and here he is completely sure that they are the power of the Protestant Order, but here is the old Dunling, how can the cleansing agency allow the power of the Protestant Order to act recklessly? Or it is a secret force, and the cleansing agency has no knowledge of it.

  No... Then how did they get information about this location?

  The location of Shermans is only clear to the cleaning agency. If it is the information disclosed by the cleaning agency, it is impossible for these demon hunters to be there, there should be those knights.

  That letter...

The letter was sent not only to himself, but also to the Protestant Mission. In addition to the organization, there was another person who knew the location of Shermans. He gave this information to himself and the Protestant Mission at the same time. Lead here.

  In a short period of time, Lorenzo received too much news worth thinking about. He kept the surface calm, thinking about the passing.

  He turned his head slightly and looked at Shermans leaning against the wall. He was grabbing Jager. It looked like Jager wanted to take him to escape from another door, but Shermans insisted on waiting for himself.

   Is that Miguel then?

  The leader of the exiles, one of the cardinals, did he give up Shermans?

  There was no time to ask Lorenzo to verify. After a short thought, Lorenzo said.

   "It's too narrow here."

   "No, no, no, it must be here."

  The Demon Hunter shook his finger, and then slightly probed to look at Shermans behind Lorenzo.

   "Although it is for private purposes, but the official business is still to be done, I have to ensure that he is in my field of vision."

  Lorenzo gently opened his hand hidden beside him, and then asked.

   "More than that."

   "Of course, I simply checked the three corpses, and they showed signs of violent burning, but your power is not Michael, and Michael's words are not burning like that."

  The demon hunter is very vigilant, just like a real hunter. Before hunting, he has learned the characteristics of the prey in great detail.

   "Some weapon that can burn violently, right?"

"almost."

  Lorenzo released the antimony flying knife in his hand. In this airtight cellar, he could not use this weapon. Although it could limit or even severely damage the enemy, the Shermans behind him would definitely not survive.

   Lifted the nail sword, the tip of the sword fell slightly, there is no need to say anything, the other end of the nail sword, the demon hunter also put on the same posture.

   "Just to prove that you are better than me? This is too naive." Lorenzo said.

  "How come, this is not naive...I am a somewhat proud person." The demon hunter replied.

   "Oh, is that so?"

  The two are vigilant with each other, the atmosphere is solemn and suppressed.

"But it's more unbearable. The so-called secret blood... It's like a door. After you peek into the scenery, you can't forget it anymore. Even your life in this mediocre world will change. It must be tortured."

The demon hunter said, but in this seemingly relaxed conversation, he quickly took out his sword. Unlike the previous demon hunters, he was not eager to release his powers, nor did he crudely improve his secret blood. Instead, he was just like an ordinary man. Human, fighting with Lorenzo, looking for Lorenzo's flaws while swinging his sword.

  It was also at this time that Lorenzo's eyes changed a little when he looked at him. He originally thought that the Protestant Order was a group of puppets dominated by power, but the demon hunters in front of him were different. He knew that he could not rely on those things.

The sharp spiked swords are intertwined with each other, and in an instant, the ear-piercing sound of a piercing sound resembles an ordinary sword fight, but the swordsman who holds the sword is a demon hunter. The beast-like power makes all the movements lethal, sporadic. Sparks flickered and splashed on it.

  "Do you think that becoming a demon hunter makes you different from humans? Superior to others?" Lorenzo asked.

  Strongly swinging the sword, but effective attacks did not appear. As the demon hunters, both sides learned the Bologna swordsmanship, which is like a mirror of opposites. They both know the other side's way.

   "But it is true. We have stronger strength and physique than ordinary people, far beyond the life span of ordinary people. If there is no hidden danger of secret blood, we are simply... false gods."

  Lorenzo continued, and the remaining sound fell on the false god.

  From this point of view, this is indeed the case. Demon hunters are higher human beings, possessing extraordinary powers.

  "I just like this, just like some people love money, some people love power, some people love women, everyone must have something to live for, right."

The demon hunter’s offensive suddenly changed. Swordsmanship was no longer the Bologna swordsmanship style, but changed to something else. Lorenzo realized that it was not good, and he was paralyzed by the demon hunter, and then the sword blade stabbed from a tricky angle. Lorenzo tried his best to evade, but he was still scratched.

   "We are all weird guys, I can tell, Lorenzo Holmes, this is the same kind of feeling."

  The demon hunter stopped his attack, raised the blade, his eyes fell on the bright red.

"I know someone who likes to watch others go crazy. It's very funny, right, but it's the most wonderful thing for him... If it wasn't for him to cause some trouble, he should have come today. ."

"how about you?"

"I?"

  The Demon Hunter paused, then slowly raised the nail sword, the entire blade of the sword blocked in front of him like a shield.

"I like fighting, or victory after fighting. For this reason, I learned swordsmanship and joined the Templar Knights. If I hadn't learned about blood secrets, I wanted to work hard to become the leader of the Templar Knights. The sky is marching east again."

   "No matter what the sense of victory is, it can't be more than a victory in a war, isn't it?"

  Lorenzo looked at the Demon Hunter with complicated eyes. He had no sense of shit, but he felt that there were more and more lunatics in this world.

  "When I first saw you, I thought you were a kinder person." Lorenzo said.

   "Is this a compliment?" said the witcher, "I think I'm pretty handsome."

   "Probably, Samuel."

  Lorenzo looked at the demon hunter in front of him, and finally retrieved his identity from his memory. Although he had only met once during that conversation, Lorenzo remembered him, Father Anthony's deputy.

   Samuel heard his name and was a little surprised. He didn't expect Lorenzo to remember him, but at this moment Lorenzo also launched an attack.

This is not a simple chat. While talking, he is also looking for the other party’s flaws. Even if the reaction is a little slower, he may be killed. When Lorenzo mentioned Samuel’s name, he clearly appeared. The slight fluctuations, although extremely subtle, were still seized by Lorenzo.

  The flesh and blood of the Holy Grail were mixed into this body. After Lorenzo's rebirth, his strength and physique were much stronger than that of a regular demon hunter, and he didn't seem to be aware of this.

  Stepping forward, the nail sword slashed over the head, raised it high, and then slashed down, the power of the cracking stone slammed Samuel in front of him.

The blades were staggered, and Samuel did not take Lorenzo’s blow. From the whistling wind, he could feel Lorenzo’s tremendous strength. With pure strength, Samuel knew that he could not fight Lorenzo. Zuo, therefore, simply followed Lorenzo's sword power, tilted the sword body, deflected the falling trajectory, and then quickly raised the sword.

  The skill of deflection is like this. While avoiding the attack, he quickly counterattacked, and Samuel's blade began to accelerate, and the moment it crossed with Lorenzo was like thunder.

  Sword fights between swordsmen are often very short-lived. In the highly tense nerves, as long as one side is loosened and there is a flaw, then the next blow will be a deadly sword.

  The sword fight between the two seemed to have just begun, but it actually ended the moment Lorenzo swung the sword, and Samuel's sword slashed fiercely on Lorenzo's neck.

  There was a little disappointment in his eyes. It seemed that Lorenzo was nothing more than that, but then the sound of the metal crash sounded.

  The falling nail sword was blocked by something, the broken clothes were torn apart, and there was a thin layer of black hard material underneath.

   "Armor..."

   Samuel made a mistake, Lorenzo activated the power at the beginning, but this time the armor was not so obvious, but deliberately hid it, waiting for himself to be hooked.

   Also at this time, the ear-piercing scream sounded, and Samuel saw it from the corner of the eye, and the reversing blade came with dazzling whiteness.

   "Courage, strength, skill, and... cunning."

  Lorenzo whispered softly, the deviated blade quickly accelerated, and slashed towards Samuel.

  This is an action that humans cannot do. After a full swing, Lorenzo can't withdraw the blade so quickly... and that the imposing blow just now is not Lorenzo's full force at all?

   Samuel’s heart became cold, and the game started from the moment the two looked at each other. He now understands Father Anthony's words a bit, but then he also becomes vicious.

Now what Samuel can do is stop the loss, hold the nail sword firmly, and cut it under the armor forcefully. Lorenzo’s blow hits his abdomen at most. It may cause serious damage to himself, but it is hunting. As far as the demon's body is concerned, as long as it is not fatally wounded, he can continue to fight.

Lorenzo in front of him is different. His sword has fallen on his neck. As long as he continues to cut and breaks through the armor protection, Samuel may not be able to cut Lorenzo's head, but it can inflict fatal injuries on him. .

  An ugly smile appeared at the corner of Samuel’s mouth, just like a boxing guess. Should he ignore his attack and continue to pursue himself, or choose to defend and give up the attack?

  All this happened almost in an instant. Lorenzo could perceive the increased strength at the neck, but he had no intention of returning to defense. The spike sword rolled up the scarlet blood and cut away everything that was trying to block.

Screaming and high, the terrifying wound splits along the ventral side of Samuel, like a huge monster swinging its claws at Samuel, the wound spread all the way to the chest, from bottom to top, almost open. Samuel's entire chest.

  At the same time, Samuel's sword also broke through that layer of armor. In order to conceal, the thickness of the armor was slightly thin, and it was torn by Samuel's sword, and the nail sword smashed into Lorenzo's flesh and blood.

  This is a sword fight among monsters. Both of them have terrible wounds on their bodies, but they hold their swords stubbornly, standing on the ground like a stone sculpture, and blood dripping along the tip of the sword.

   "It's really strong..."

  After a long silence, Samuel said slowly.

  He covered his abdomen with one hand, Lorenzo almost tore his abdomen with that sword, he tried his best to cover the wound to prevent the internal organs from falling out.

Lorenzo tilted his head. The blade cut into the armor and sank into the flesh and blood. Samuel had done well enough, but he had forgotten the silver-binding bolt in Lorenzo's body. The sacred metal seemed to have Like life, it grows along the spine of the demon hunter, while restricting it, it also protects the demon hunter, not to mention that Lorenzo raised his hand at the last moment.

  Everything happened so fast, even Lorenzo could barely raise his hand, trying to stop the sword attack, the nail sword not only sank into the neck, but also cut into Lorenzo's arm.

   "Skills and actual combat are two things."

  Lorenzo and Samuel stared at each other for a short time. The next moment he shook the blade open, Samuel also moved abruptly and continued to attack.

   Yage looked at all this with a pale face. This is no longer what humans can do, but they are still continuing.

  While swinging the sword, the armor began to cover. Lorenzo let Samuel's sword shoot down on him. Now there is no need to hide anything. He has completely mastered the situation.

Samuel has actually been vigilant about Lorenzo's armor, but under Lorenzo's cunning disguise, he has no ability to break the armor and can only defend with difficulty, but then the blade penetrated his arm. .

This was not the most lethal blow. Samuel was covering his abdomen with one hand, and Lorenzo was pierced by the other hand at the moment. Samuel's movements are restricted like shackles.

  The next moment the shotgun was pushed into the hideous wound in his abdomen, Lorenzo's eyes were full of indifference, and he pulled the trigger.

The dragon's breath bomb detonated, hitting at zero distance, and exploded directly in Samuel's body. The hot high temperature instantly filled his internal organs, and he could only see blood gushing out of his ears and nose due to pressure, followed by a blazing light. It overflowed from the wound, and then Samuel fell slowly as if he had lost all his power.

  This was such a fatal blow, Lorenzo didn't even look at it any more, and walked directly towards Shermans. They needed to leave as soon as possible.

   "I have an idea to escape. Although the success rate is not high, it is at least better than staying here."

  Lorenzo grabbed Shermans and got up.

   "You can't die yet, old man."

  Lorenzo said to Shermans, Shermans knew far more things than Lorenzo expected, and the plan was changed. Lorenzo had to find a way to take Shermans out of here alive.

At present, Jager fell aside immediately. He looked at Lorenzo with horror. Although he knew the existence of the Demon Hunter, he never thought that the Demon Hunter would be so outrageous. Lorenzo was terrifying. As the secret blood awakens, his wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   is simply immortal.

   "Take Shermans away first, I'll deal with Samuel."

Lorenzo handed Shermans to Jager. He was a vigilant person. So Samuel had suffered such a serious injury, and Lorenzo had to completely weaken him, but at this moment there was a voice. .

   "Wait a minute, I haven't fallen yet?"

Along with the sound, there was a sticky and weird sound, like the mud in a foul-smelling swamp. The pale bones were cruising in the meantime, and countless maggots crawled and gnawed on the remains of the corpse for a moment. It seems that all the evils the world desires are gathered here.

Lorenzo turned his head slowly, and saw the broken body slowly stood up, like a demon born, countless red lines extending from the flesh and blood, it seemed to be some kind of flesh and blood fiber. , Like a needle and thread, sutures the wound.

Looking at Lorenzo with blazing white eyes, the bones were squeezed and reset by the muscles during a short breath, and the hard tissues began to proliferate and heal. He picked up the intestines spilled on the ground and stuffed it into the hideous feeling with an extremely twisted feeling. In the wounds, it seemed like going back in time, until the last wound was sutured with red thread, and Samuel raised the nail sword again.

  "The second round, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes."

  Lorenzo's mind sank. At this moment, he knew exactly what he had encountered, and this battle would become extremely difficult.

  No need to say anything, the next moment the two figures intertwined together. In the ultimate swordsmanship, a white light flashed, and the nail sword hit Samuel, cutting off the newly healed arm again.

The **** severed limb was thrown high, but before it landed, the slender red line connected the severed limb to Samuel, which was quickly recovered like a thrown fishing line, and at this moment, Samuel’s sword was also It hit Lorenzo again, and the blade rubbed against the armor, causing sparks.

  The two figures staggered, stepped back, keeping a safe distance, Lorenzo's gaze was solemn, and he felt a little uneasy.

   "What a troublesome power..."

   "I think it works pretty well, but it hurts a bit."

The blazing eyes stared at the knight in iron armor. The broken limbs healed in a blink of an eye. Perhaps this is the real immortal body. No matter how many sword strikes, no matter how hot the temperature, he can always survive. Continue to fight with iron and blood.

  Power Yanar.

  (End of this chapter)