Ember Gun

   Chapter 319

  The lead-grey clouds cover the top of the city, and the gloomy iron curtain obscures most of the light, making the alleys on this street corner extremely dark.

  Lorenzo leaned on the side of the adjacent street, holding the pocket knife unabashedly in his hand, and there was rain falling. Fortunately, because of the narrow alley, it was barely rainy compared to the street.

   "Sig, you have been eroded."

   Lorenzo said indifferently, he wanted to solve Sig’s troubles at home, but he thought of all kinds of things with Mrs. Van Lud, Lorenzo finally gave up all of this.

  She said that she would not bring trouble home, so Lorenzo would not kill at home.

   "What is erosion?"

  Sig had lost the strength to stand, and was tortured by the weird pain both physically and mentally, but the illusion in front of him gradually became clear with the pain. The closer he is dying, the stronger the beauty.

   "It's more troublesome to explain to you, probably...you are going to die and become a monster." Lorenzo said.

   Sieg was not surprised by this result. He still remembered everything Moriarty said to him at the time. This was a deal with the devil. He had to pay what he got.

   "So Lorenzo, were you hunting monsters before?"

"almost……"

  There is no need to hide anything from Sig until now, Lorenzo said directly.

  Sig looked at the strange figure, his tone was very light, but also so heavy.

   "Then you seem to be a hero..."

  No one would have thought that the two people with such a big difference would be the first time they had a sincere conversation at this time. Sieg also felt a little surprised. He always thought that he was living next door to a mafia, and turned out to be an urban hero.

  Damn scenes, **** conversations.

Lorenzo laughed suddenly. He thought it would be a fight full of unbearable and sadness, but in the end it turned into a conversation under the rain curtain. He took a cigarette in his hand and ignited it from the wind and rain, faintly The smoke was rising.

  "It’s not your fault, Higg, because of me, you have been spotted by the darkness, because of the so-called ‘phototaxis’ you have also been spotted, in fact I have been avoiding all this from happening..."

  Lorenzo fell silent suddenly. He did not go to see Sigg. With his rich experience, Sigg could not escape his pursuit, but Lorenzo was a little sad and blamed at this moment.

  In the long life in the old Dunling, Lorenzo knew very well what he was. He was not a pure human, nor a pure monster. He was located between the two, a walker between the morning and twilight.

  During this time, Loren has been avoiding contact with others, so he has no friends, rarely talks with Mrs. Van Lud, and is very cold towards Sieg’s roommate.

Because Lorenzo knows very well that there is secret blood flowing on his body. This forbidden blood ignites a blazing fire in the darkness, not only illuminating himself, but also illuminating the people around him, letting those strange monsters see them. The presence.

Lorenzo knew this as early as when Seleuc was spotted by Lawrence. Seleuc was too close to himself and was illuminated by the sinful light, but fortunately, Lorenzo finally saved all this and made the tragedy. It didn't happen, but this time he failed, he failed to save Sieg, he was eroded by Moriarty.

  In fact, there is no Moriarty, and Sieg will be targeted by another madman. Of course, it may be a monster, and it may even be Mrs. Van Lud who suffered all this...

  Yeah... They were too close to themselves. They were protected by the unknown darkness, but they were illuminated by their own light.

   "Is I too smug?"

  Lorenzo looked at the white patch on the street, and asked himself back.

Killed Lawrence by himself and reborn in the fireworks. It was a good new start. Lorenzo had a fairly perfect birthday. The usually violent landlord became gentle and indifferent to his roommate. I will also chat with myself and meet some people who are not too reliable, but they are also quite interesting, although their code names are a bunch of weird bird names.

  This is a good new beginning, a brand-new life, as 047 often said to me in my memories, go to the old town, choose a name for yourself, and start a brand new life.

  Lorenzo thought he had led a brand new life, but he was still too proud of himself, and the monsters in the dark came up again.

  In this way, all the efforts were in vain, and everything went back to the beginning, this kind of life, day after day.

   "So Sig, what does Moriarty want to do?"

  Lorenzo's heart gradually strengthened, as cold as the iron stone. He looked at the fallen Sig, his blood vessels began to turn blue, like tree-shaped tattoos, climbing along his neck.

The game begins. This is also a part of the game, a level. Moriarty doesn’t like torturing ordinary people because he doesn’t think it is interesting. Then he also has a certain purpose for Sieg, and that purpose ultimately points to The direction is oneself.

  Lorenzo slowly walked towards Sieg with a sullen face, but at that moment, he seemed to realize something and stepped into the white rain on the street.

  Quiet, too quiet.

  At some point, all the messy sounds disappeared. No other pedestrians could be seen on the street, and no iron snakes and carriages passed by.

Lorenzo couldn't see the building behind the rain curtain. All the windows and doors were closed, and Lorenzo was trapped here like a gray-black city wall. There were lights on behind the rain curtain, and the light was smudged into a blur. It was as if a huge monster was watching him after the heavy rain.

   Then there was a sudden sound of wind breaking the calm, the sharp sword light cut the rain, and the witcher fell from the sky, exerting a thousand heavy force on the nail sword, and it fell like a guillotine.

Leaning back, the sword slashed fiercely on the ground and splashed heavy water, followed by Lorenzo's counterattack. The devil is forced to retreat.

   "A Demon Hunter of the Protestant Mission?"

   Lorenzo asked, but the demon hunter didn't seem to mean to reply, but just kept silent. He set up the nail sword and acted like a tiger, confronting Lorenzo.

  The heavy rain was falling, and Lorenzo didn't have time to care about Sieg's life and death. Compared with the demon hunter, an alienated demon was less threatening and pitiful.

  At the same time, Lorenzo also has doubts. Could it be that this is also part of Moriarty's game? But what is the significance of this part? Send a demon hunter to attack him... Lorenzo is now fully armed, and he can even blow up the street if he wants to.

  It is difficult for such a single demon hunter to pose a threat to himself, maybe...

He thought about it, almost at the moment when the demon hunter started his hand, he drew out the shotgun under his coat and fired in another direction. The blazing fireworks vanished under the rain curtain, but the brilliant light was still short. After staying for a while, it was built into a burning fire snake.

The demon hunter’s sword was cut in the air, and Lorenzo was faster than him. Ripples erupted from the accumulation of water. Following the cover of the fire snake, the folding knife pierced the white rain curtain, staggered with the nail sword, and then pierced In the chest of another demon hunter.

  There was some doubt on his face wet by the rain, as if he didn't understand how Lorenzo found himself in general.

   "Erosion... the ascent of secret blood is accompanied by erosion, and this exposes you."

Lorenzo whispered in his ear, and then turned the folding knife to further enlarge the wound. During this time, he inserted the shotgun back under his clothes, and grabbed the demon hunter who was stabbed by him, as if embracing an intimate In general, Lorenzo hugged him against the dead end of the wall, using his body as a shield to block Lorenzo in front of him.

  His back was leaning against the corner wall, and using this hapless demon hunter as his shield, Lorenzo held his head so that his vision was restricted only to the corner of the wall, and he couldn't see what was behind him.

  "Don’t move, if you continue to inspire secret blood, believe me, my sword is fast."

  Lorenzo warned that he hoped that the threat of death could control the demon hunter, or if he was desperate to ascend secret blood, Lorenzo was really not sure to weaken him in a short time under the current situation.

The rain was too quiet, until the faintly flowing erosion exposed all of this, and as Lorenzo saw through all of this, the demon hunters no longer conceal themselves, and countless erosions in this heavy rain It spread, chaos intertwined in everything, and gray-black shadows slowly came from behind the rain curtain, like dead people digging a grave.

  Lorenzo did not act rashly, but quickly analyzed the status quo.

  The game has begun, or rather, the hunt for Lorenzo Holmes has begun.

  Here is the old Dunling. These witch hunters have appeared in front of their eyes without any concealment. Are they no longer afraid to clean up organs? Or what deal did the cleansing agency finally reach with them, and Lorenzo was part of that deal?

  Sure enough, these dog things are not credible, after all, they are all working for the mysterious Queen Victoria.

  Everyone is on the same camp because of different desires, and when those desires diverge, unity will break.

   Is this the purpose of Moriarty? He felt that the time was right and he took action at this moment.

Lorenzo's heart sank. If the Purification Agency had chosen the Protestant Group, there would be no hope for him to fight against them. At least for now, Lorenzo knew that the Purification Agency had terrible control over the city. , And also know those mass-produced three-generation original sin armor.

  Suddenly the demon hunter who was held hostage by Lorenzo struggling violently, Lorenzo did not hesitate, and planned to directly slay him with a knife, but the jackknife was imprisoned in flesh and blood.

  During the time Lorenzo was thinking, the terrible resilience of the Demon Hunter played a role, and the flesh and the blade were entangled together, which caused Lorenzo's knife to be drawn slightly delayed.

This short delay seemed so deadly at this moment. The captured demon hunter directly broke Lorenzo's restraint forcefully, his hands firmly clenched the pocket knife pierced into his chest, and the hunters scattered around at this moment. The devil came quickly with a nail sword in his hand.

Lorenzo immediately released the folding knife, kicked the demon hunter in front of him, and at the same time raised the shotgun and fired. In the pre-filling, Lorenzo only filled a dragon's breath bomb, and then They are all ordinary shotguns, and the projectiles penetrate the rain screen, but they have little effect on the demon hunters.

   There was a spark of brilliance between the blades, and they arrived in front of Lorenzo in an instant, and Lorenzo was close to the dead corner behind to avoid being attacked by his stomach and back.

  The confrontation between the old and the new witcher unfolds instantly.

  Lorenzo always has a good habit. The battle with demons is always high-intensity, and weapons are worn out very quickly. He brought several pocket knives on his body, and directly flicked two of them, bringing the knife away.

  The two swords greeted the sharpness of the nail sword, and at the same time the secret blood rose, and dense iron armor was formed along the surface of the skin, covering Lorenzo's body, protecting him.

  Like a dark beast, it breaks through the rain and brings blood.

  The demon hunters didn't seem to have expected Lorenzo to react so great, directly unfolding his power, and the corresponding white light also rose in their eyes.

  The violent power circulates in the body, if it is not stopped, I am afraid the whole block will be turned into ruins.

  The loud whistle sounded, something was running wildly in the rain, and the bright light was like a sword blade, cutting through all obstacles.

  The iron snake roared and appeared on the battlefield. This was not a regular iron snake, but a reinforced armored iron snake. The iron armor was lifted one by one, and Father Anthony shouted loudly along with the surging steam.

   "Stop it all!"

  The demon hunters are familiar with this sound. With Father Anthony's roar, they all stopped the fight, and the violent beast stopped swinging the jackknife, watching all this cautiously.

  Everything that happened here cannot be concealed from the cleansing organs, countless large Geiger counters are covered in this city, Lorenzo thought it would be Arthur, but he did not expect it to be Father Anthony.

  Everything is clear now. The cleansing agency has reached a cooperation with the Protestant Group. At this time, another person walked down the iron snake, and Arthur took up the black umbrella and looked at Lorenzo solemnly.

   "We need to talk, Lorenzo Holmes." Arthur said solemnly.

  With the previous mental preparations, he was not surprised by these Lorenzo, the iron armor was stripped, revealing his calm face.

  "What are you talking about?"

   "A lot of things about you... the handling of the false Holy Grail." Anthony answered at this time.

   "So this is what you do?"

  Folding knife pointed at the demon hunters, and the blazing white in Lorenzo's eyes burned quietly, with no intention of calming down.

"If I say that this is a misunderstanding, it must be ridiculous, right, so there is no need to do anything in words," Anthony said directly, "Yes, this is our handling, you are an extremely dangerous demon hunter. Familiar with all the methods of hunting, let alone carrying a false Holy Grail."

  Anthony wanted to continue to say something, but then Arthur walked over quickly. He was not afraid of Lorenzo at the moment, just pressed his head and whispered near his ear.

   "Sorry, Lorenzo, this is the Queen's order."

He said this, and at the same time more iron snakes arrived here, and the personnel cleaning the organs also appeared at this time, and there was the sound of steam surging under the rain curtain, which was mixed with the sound of steel, which was a hideous gray silhouette. Standing not far from here.

  (End of this chapter)