Ember Gun

  Chapter 183 Day of Resurrection

  A blizzard swept the train’s route. A heavy gray curtain enveloped the cold ground. The visual distance was short and poor. The air was extremely cold. Even breathing the bone-chilling cold seemed to freeze one's heart and lungs.

The turbulent steam gushes from the locomotive, and it condenses into ice crystals before it overflows. It is a new model that Lorenzo has never seen before. The combustion chamber of the train is half-open, and endless sparks drift along with it as it sprints, just like this The only light in the cold night.

There are only a few carriages that can cover the wind and snow. Most of the carriages of this train are open containers, which are blocked by dark green tarps. You can't see what is underneath. The hard snowflakes are like speeding ice skates. The hit on the whole is like steel rain falling down.

  Lorenzo's figure slowly appeared in the field of vision. It may be that the strong wind on the roof of the car was too violent. He looked shaky. Under the snow screen, Lawrence could barely distinguish the gray shadow.

  The scarlet robe carried a wooden box on its back, which looked heavy.

   "My child, you did a good job. I am more curious about who you are. There is no such thing as Lorenzo Holmes among the witchers."

In such a long confrontation, Lawrence had already learned Lorenzo's name... But the Demon Hunter had no name, although it reminded him of a long-lived person, but his age and the Demon Hunter in front of him He was curious if people were not up to each other.

   "So who are you?"

  Lawrence's voice was convoluted by the violent snow, but Lorenzo still heard it clearly with the hearing of the Demon Hunter.

   "It's just a mere living person, this name is also randomly chosen... it doesn't make much sense, Master."

  I don't know what was thinking in the gray-blue eyes, Lorenzo's voice was lazy, and it reached Lawrence's ear with the wind.

  The demon hunter looked around casually, and sometimes he became obsessed with himself. It is simply not perfect to use this as a battlefield for deathmatches.

The pitch-black pythons walked on the pale ground, stirring up snow waves several meters high, leaving behind gray tracks. Under such a terrible snowstorm, such traces would not last long, and it would take about ten minutes later. Covered by heavy snow, it's like no one has ever been here.

  It seems that the heavy snow of the whole world is pouring at this moment, they isolate Lorenzo and others from the whole world, the moonlight is blocked by the snow clouds, everything is like the gray after death.

  This is the train to Underworld, and the passengers are the ghosts that have long since died.

  Two people stand on the roof of the car. Because of this small area, there is little room for them to move left and right, and they can only move forward or backward.

   "So...start?"

   Lawrence asked.

  There is no anger of revenge, no curse of hatred, he just asks calmly, just like daily greetings.

"OK."

  Lorenzo's response sounded in the wind.

  In the end, the anger was calm and uncontrollable. There was no fierce roar before the war. At this moment, apart from actions, there was no word to express the burning anger.

  Like the last in the old story, the evil spirits who met on the narrow road.

  Lawrence clenched the nail sword with both hands, the tip of the sword was slightly downward, like the arched tiger, when another heavy snowstorm swept between the two, a deafening roar penetrated the blizzard.

  The scarlet figure is like a vigorous cheetah, the skyrocketing secret blood amplifies his body, the shriveled muscles swell again, and the tough muscles continue to recover, as if time is going backwards on Lawrence's body.

  The nail sword shone a terrifying cold light, tearing open countless snowflakes.

  But after the dying snow curtain, a dim light lit up, and then several burning thermite bombs penetrated the snow curtain and came straight towards Lawrence.

   "This is not enough! Lorenzo!"

The power of Shang Da Ping was surging, and the fine red line had already appeared in Lawrence’s eyes. He directly swung the nail sword, the metal collided with the burning aluminum heat bomb, and the huge mighty force forced the destined trajectory to deviate, and the flames Disappearing in the snow curtain, his speed did not decrease at all, and he continued to charge forward.

  The gray shadow approached infinitely, and Lawrence's nail sword cut out a terrifying cold light and directly divided it into two.

  But when the cover-up wind and snow passed, he realized that what he had cut was an aluminum thermal rifle, and Lorenzo had already moved.

   Immediately after the terrible future flashed in his mind, Lawrence struggled to set up the nail sword, and then the jackknife came out of the blizzard, slashing from top to bottom.

  The steel hits, and the splashing sparks are fleeting.

Lorenzo stabbed a jackknife and tried to feint in this way, trying to deceive Shang Dafen's weird foresight ability. At the same time, Lawrence also complied with Lorenzo's deception and swung his sword to parry, but Lorenzo changed abruptly in the middle. Cut across to Lawrence.

  Without hesitation, Lawrence simply made the mistake and tried to change the injury to Lorenzo.

  Weapons staggered past, blood overflowing.

  There is no stopping, the sound of the cracking air crumbles again, and the demon hunters collide and fight.

Lawrence has a strong offensive desire. He repeatedly approached, advanced and swung his sword, the nail sword slashed over his head, and fell sharply. Lorenzo instinctively withdrew, and at the same time slanted his sword blades. The falling nail sword fell along the **** of the folding knife, and at this moment, Lorenzo slashed directly upwards, and the sharp cold light brought a touch of blood.

  Smooth and coordinated, the elegant sword strike is as heavy as a kilo.

  The elongated wound opened along Lawrence’s left face, and the wound extended to the bridge of his nose, and Lorenzo was almost able to blind him by one eye.

   Such a thrilling blow, but Lawrence didn't mean to retreat at all. He gently stroked the edge of the wound, rubbing blood with his fingers.

   "You learned very well."

  Lawrence looked at the hazy face in front of him and said. Because of the dim light and the concealment of the snow curtain, Lawrence could only see Lorenzo's movements, but could not see his appearance.

   "It's the master you taught well."

   Lorenzo said, and the smile on Lawrence's face grew stronger.

  He was very clear about Lorenzo's thoughts. He chose the battlefield here to make Lawrence nowhere to escape...but in the same way, Lorenzo also had nowhere to escape. Only one of them could leave alive.

  Florend's medicine continues to take effect in the body, just like the combustion chamber of a steam engine, boiling blood, Lorenzo's senses are so sensitive and terrifying, he can even distinguish every falling snowflake with concentration.

  The pause was short. Lorenzo's offensive went uncharacteristically. He jumped up directly, not protecting his gap, and cut off the jackknife.

  The two weapons were held together for a brief stalemate, but then the dark thing suddenly fell from Lorenzo's body, and then the Demon Hunter violently retreated and jumped into the snow curtain behind him.

  At the next moment, the dark thing burst open, raging fire, and the broken shrapnel spread under the impact of the explosion. The blast caused the wind to turn around, but it was immediately covered again.

  Lawrence set up a spiked sword to protect the position of the internal organs, but the impact airflow still lifted him up. After a few meters, he swung the spiked sword into the car body and stabilized his figure.

   "You are smarter, Lorenzo."

  The twisted flesh and blood repaired the wound, the shrapnel cut into the body was squeezed out by the powerful flesh and blood, and Lawrence roared towards the gray snow curtain.

  After just fighting for such a while, the dancing snowflakes have covered most of his body, and he squinted his eyes as far as possible without being obscured by him.

   "There is no way, I will lose in a head-on confrontation sooner or later."

  Lorenzo's voice echoed all around, and the blizzard greatly reduced Lawrence's vision, and he could not see Lorenzo.

  With the previous experience of the duel, Lorenzo is very clear about the gap between him and Lawrence, not to mention that Lawrence still has the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail in his body. The more his body is on the verge of collapse, the stronger he is, and it is desperate.

Holding the nail sword in both hands, breathing steadily, trying to warm the cold air, Lawrence turned around violently almost instantly, the horrible sword force brought the violent wind and cut across, relying on Shang Da Pian's foresight, directly greeted him. Lorenzo rushed out of the snow.

  Folding knife and its brief impact, Lorenzo's strength could not match Lawrence, and was directly shaken away, but the figure flipped strangely in the air, twisting out a big circle, and swinging the folding knife to fall again.

Not surprisingly, this slash was once again perfectly guarded by Lawrence, and at this moment Lorenzo kicked directly in the air, slammed on the nail sword, and repelled Lawrence at the same time, but also made himself again. Keep the distance.

   landed, the cold sword light quickly magnified in his eyes, Lawrence was faster than he thought, his pace was swift, and he directly followed Lorenzo's foothold.

The folding knife swung up, trying to slash Lawrence's head directly when he approached, but the nail sword slashed at a weird angle, first hit the folding knife, and collided with it, and the powerful impact shook it away. , And then terrifying power surged under the old body, and Lawrence slashed at more speed.

At this time, the jackknife had just been repelled, and Lorenzo had no time to return to the defense. Lawrence directly bent his knees and lowered himself, attacking Lorenzo's lower body, waving the nail sword with one hand, maximizing its sweep range, and passing by. , Brought blood on Lorenzo's calf injury.

  Lawrence did not intend to give Lorenzo a chance to breathe. The nail sword struck straight again, a stabbing.

Based on his years of experience in swordsmanship, Lorenzo instinctively raised his folding knife to parry, but Lawrence was obviously faster than him. Even without Shang Dafen's foresight, he was still the headmaster of the Demon Hunting Order, the top swordsmanship. Grandmaster.

  The spike sword that was raised quickly blocked the path of the folding knife parry, and the blade was forcibly deviated from its trajectory.

Lorenzo realized that it was not good. The dense armor formed a covering on the body surface, and then a sharp spike pierced Lorenzo's right shoulder. Under the terrifying power of the Demon Hunter, Lawrence moved forward and could hear At the faint sound of steel, Lorenzo's armor was easily broken through. It also pierced the silver-binding plug under the body, and directly penetrated it along with flesh and blood.

  The blade brought the cold of Blizzard, Lorenzo tried to fight back with his backhand, but Lawrence got close to Lorenzo's simultaneous strong elbow, hitting the joint of Lorenzo's arm, and the subsequent counterattack was forcibly interrupted.

Lorenzo gritted his teeth, ignoring the penetrating pain, waved a folding knife in his right hand, and forced a way through the joints in a way that ordinary people could never do. Lawrence simply drew out the nail sword and learned Lorenzo at the same time. The way, kicking him hard in the chest, kicked him out directly.

  One hand grasped the edge of the roof firmly in the end, and Lorenzo could not fall off the train in this way.

  Lawrence came here holding the nail sword, and he wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue it.

   Knowing the disadvantage at the moment, Lorenzo let go, and before Lawrence arrived, he sank into the wind and snow again.

   Standing on the edge of the car roof, the endless cold wind swept across the sides of his body, Lawrence did not relax his vigilance, he knew that Lorenzo would not let it go.

  The next moment the folding knife pierced the steel and pierced from the roof of the car, almost piercing Lawrence's ankle. At this moment, he also turned over the carriage directly and continued chasing.

  The car door has been opened, and the swaying flames ignited in the darkness before Lawrence could stand still.

   "That weapon is useless to me."

  Lawrence strode into the darkness. With the foreknowledge of Shang Dafen and the physical stamina of the Demon Hunter, it was not a problem to cut off the galloping thermite bomb.

  But in the dark, Lorenzo’s laughter came.

   "Master, you are too confident, and too much confidence is also a weakness."

  Speaking of stabbing several steel needles in the dark...It was not a steel needle, but a conductive metal spear. Lorenzo fired an electric spear in the dark.

Lawrence had never seen such a weapon, and the nail sword slashed it down at will, but when the nail sword was connected to it, the surging current hit his body in an instant, and the biological instinctive spasm made the slashing one step slower. , And then more conductive metal spears pierced into his body, restricting his movement.

   "Look, that's it."

  The mocking voice sounded.

   After being paralyzed, Lawrence used his power in anger, and the terrifying erosion directly hit Lorenzo at this short distance, but this time Lorenzo did not fall, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and blood fell from the tip of his nose.

  Overdose of Florund's medicine maintains his sanity, and he has a hideous face.

  "How many thermite bombs can you cut down now?"

  Lorenzo picked up the aluminum thermal rifle that had been ignited, and the shooting stars of the fireworks flew away.

  Lawrence can't be trapped by the electric spear, but as long as he can slightly restrict his movements, even if he predicts the future, he can't change it.

This is Lorenzo’s plan. Shang Dapi’s prediction is limited. There will always be a certain period of time in the future that is blank for Lawrence, so the offensive will be like a storm, constant trial and error. , Until Lawrence gave Lorenzo an opportunity in that blank time.

It's now!

  After a brief paralysis, Lawrence broke free from the restraints, and the slowing force took the lead to cut down the first thermite bomb, but the subsequent thermite bomb had arrived, and he was slow.

  The half-melted high-temperature metal directly hit his body. The solid metal pierced into the body, and the liquid metal adhered to the surface of the skin. The scorching high temperature caused great pain in an instant.

  The heart-piercing pain tormented Lawrence's nerves, his sword-swinging hand hesitated slightly, more thermite bombs successfully hit, and in a flash almost half of his body was melted into a metal statue.

   "Lorenzo!"

  He roared.

Shake away the molten iron on his body, and the nail sword came with death intention. Lorenzo had no intention to dodge at all. The armor was fully covered, and the strong black armor was like a shield. Compared with the body nourished by the Holy Grail, the power was still too terrifying. , The nail sword penetrated Lorenzo's chest, and then nailed to the rear door.

   "Master, what you taught me, the demon hunter should be a weapon. It doesn't need extra emotions and abandons the identity of a person."

  Lorenzo squeezed the spiked sword that penetrated him tightly. He looked at Lawrence with a hideous face, and bursts of laughter came from under his visor.

  "Fear, greed, sensibility...These are all human weaknesses, but do you still remember that anger is also a human weakness?"

   "Anger makes people lose their minds."

  Lawrence’s angry expression suddenly disappeared, and his eyes were glowing with white light. He saw the abominable future, but at this moment Lorenzo caught him firmly.

  Another way to fight against Shangda Pian...Some futures cannot be avoided even if they are foreseen in advance.

   "Don't run away! Lawrence!"

  Lorenzo roared and activated the weapon in his other hand, and the blazing light lit up.

  This is Lorenzo’s carefully selected battlefield. Every weapon in the carriage is designed to kill Lawrence.

The spear of forging has been activated. This weapon was made to restrain the armor of original sin. It is essentially a large thermite. The rapidly melting high-temperature metal will melt through the armor and destroy the internal mechanical structure. Now it is used in Lawrence's body.

  No matter how Lawrence turned the nail sword, the intense pain failed to let Lorenzo let go, and then a sharp spear pierced it, and the semi-melted molten iron overflowed, as if there was a physical light.

  Lawrence wailed and retreated. The flesh and blood of the Holy Grail would not kill him, but the intense pain still made him crazy. He slowly took out the spear, and the golden molten iron spread on the ground, like golden water.

  Lorenzo also pulled out the penetrating nail sword little by little, his armor was full of cracks, and his figure was crumbling.

Holding the painful metal, Lawrence threw it out without hesitation. The next moment a burning spear came to Lorenzo's eyes, he waved the spiked sword, Lorenzo tried to deflect it, but was carried by him. Juli's force flew out and hit the edge of the carriage with the entire door, and the endless cold wind poured in with it.

   "It's so ugly, Lawrence."

  Lorenzo continued to laugh, he slowly got up and looked at the figure standing above the fireworks.

   "You still don't understand, anger still dominates you."

  With the fall of Lorenzo's voice, Lawrence noticed it, but it was too late. This moment was the "blank" after the foresight was launched.

  The high temperature ignited the remaining weapons in the carriage, the countless incendiary bombs.

  Lorenzo tried his best to climb onto the carriage, but even then he was a step slower, the weapon's ammunition ignited and exploded, causing a detonation in the narrow carriage.

  Broken shrapnel, surging high temperature, boiling fireworks.

  The solid carriage seemed to have been kneaded by the giant in an instant, and the whole body was twisted and deformed, and the instant high temperature burned it to pitch black, as if it were the frame of the giant's corpse.

  The powerful impact cleared the heavy snow within tens of meters, and actually opened up a piece of pure land in this bad weather. This blank was maintained for at least tens of seconds, after which the snow slowly fell.

  Because of the fragmentation of the rails below, the train was almost derailed due to the violent turbulence.

  Lorenzo stood on the roof of the car. In order to ensure the continuation of this plan, there were not too many explosives in the car, but high-temperature incendiary bombs.

  All these are Lorenzo’s traps. He may not be a good detective, but he is a good liar and a cruel demon hunter.

  In order to kill Lawrence, he prepared for too long, grasping everything he could hold tightly, even the stone, and shook it down strongly, smashing his head.

  The carriage is like a combustion chamber. The temperature of the core can reach thousands of degrees in an instant. Even steel will melt, not to mention the flesh and blood.

  This is the melting pot of death.

  K Lorenzo still did not take it lightly, he stared at the dazzling sea of ​​fire until the smell of ashes came in the wind.

  The fiery spike sword came through the air. The powerful wind pressure made Lorenzo's heart palpitations. He set up the spike sword and the folding knife at the same time, and the weapon snapped in response to a loud noise, and the shattered blade cut into the body.

The speed was too fast, Lorenzo could only see the burning eyes, and then a sharp spiked sword pierced his body. He clenched the broken sword and tried to fight back, his eyes finally caught up with the high speed. The figure, but it is an abomination that has never been seen before.

   "I said, I am your teacher, and I teach you all your skills."

  The demon slowly said, before the blood was waiting to drip, it solidified on the nail sword, and the blood glowed with scarlet light.

Immediately after the red shadow swept up, Lorenzo held the swift blow by instinct, but the blade of the back slash hit his wrist, he could not see Lawrence's path at all, and it was a new one. The cold light fell.

  The pain is one after the other, there are two swords.

Lorenzo knew that he could not continue like this. He stepped backwards forcefully, throwing Winchester out of his waist, and the dragon's breath bullet was released. The blazing fire screen interrupted the chaotic snow and temporarily hindered Lawrence's Chase.

No, without interruption, the nail sword pierced through the air and directly penetrated Lorenzo's gun arm. The huge force on the nail sword led him to the roof of the car, and the endless cold wind blew away the fire of the dragon's breath. At the curtain, the demon walked on fireworks.

   "Courage, skill, strength, cunning."

  Lorenzo struggled to get up, whispering about the teaching when he was in the Demon Squad.

  The twisted joints were forcibly twisted under the action of the muscles, and he forcefully pulled out the nail sword that penetrated his arm, whispering in pain.

  The secret blood heals the terrifying wound, which may kill a person, but for the demon hunter, this is not enough.

  "Give up, Lorenzo, you have no hope of victory at all."

   Lawrence said.

He perfectly suppressed Lorenzo. This demon hunter had calculated a lot, whether it was heavy snow or this no-man’s land, this train full of weapons, or the blast that could almost instantly evaporate a person, Lorenzo has already Do his best to calculate Lawrence, his strategy is almost perfect

  ...A wild dog can only do so if he wants to kill the tiger.

  But under that absolute power, all this seemed so fragile.

Lawrence is naked at the moment, with cumbersome inscriptions all over his body like a tattoo. Lorenzo’s injuries he left for him are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. A twisted sarcoma hangs on one side of his chest with a The sleeping face is strange and frightening.

  The box behind him had been shattered, and all the nails in it had fallen out, and he was tied to his waist with the remnant cloth of the red robe.

  Lawrence holds both nail swords, his back is facing the sea of ​​fire, like the angel holding the fire sword in the myth.

   "It's terrible... Is this the power of the Holy Grail? You can't die."

  Lorenzo smiled bitterly. Instead of rushing to attack, he reached into his arms and took out the cigarette case.

The exquisite cigarette case was also pierced in the stab shot just now. Lorenzo could only reluctantly pick out half of the cigarette that was still smokeable and drew it, pressing it on the burning fire beside him, and finally barely Ignited it in the cold wind.

  "It’s not time to admit defeat...this is just the beginning."

  The Blizzard that descended again blurred his figure, and Lorenzo stared at his pocket watch from an angle that Lawrence could not see.

"You know, Master, I have never believed in fate, destiny, destiny... Of course I didn't dare to say that when I was in the sect. After all, you are a shang dan demon hunter, even the pope. Ask about your unknown future."

He slowly stated that he was actually buying time. He needed time to get the injured body better. Lawrence knew this too, but he was not in a hurry. He always had an absolute advantage and was absolutely confident. He believed there was nothing. Can change the situation of the battle, because he is destined not to die here.

"I always think that is the **** of the gods. There is no destined future. If you are destined to drown in your destiny, don't rely on the sea. If you will become a peerless great devil, then do good deeds. .

  I don’t believe in these fate and other ghosts, just like what you are destined to do...No one can force me to do something! "

  The demon hunter raised the nail sword again, and the twisted light was reflected on the smooth body of the sword.

   "I thought I would always have this mentality, but until after the night of Holy Prophet..."

  Weird laughter rippled back and forth in the cold wind, like a hideous evil spirit.

   "At that moment, I suddenly understood that this **** thing is really evil, no matter how you escape, you can't escape."

   "Then what is your ideal?"

  Like listening to the last words of the dead, Lawrence still has time to kill it.

  The gray shadow tilted its head, and the white fireworks boiled and burned behind the snow curtain.

   "Of course it is to eradicate demons."

   "This is a little out of reach, even wishful thinking."

  "Can these things be ideal, isn't it just because they are far away that they are called ideals?"

  Lawrence was taken aback, and then he couldn't help but laughed, he looked at the burning figure with some appreciation, and praised it.

   "That's great, Lorenzo."

   "Of course."

  Lorenzo responded, throwing the cigarette **** into the wind, and with the rising secret blood, new armor covered the body surface.

  "It’s like I thought I was a firework that burns evil, but then I realized that I was nothing more than burned ashes, and there was still ashes left by the warmth.

  But whether it’s firewood or embers, it’s enough to burn the monster to death, right? "

  In the blizzard, the black knight clenched the nail sword, the blade covered with holy silver drooped slightly, and fireworks emerged from the gaps in the armor.

  【Secret Blood Awakens 29%】

  (End of this chapter)