Ember Gun

  Chapter 305 Borgia's Revenge

  The battered body slowly stood up, his limbs bent at an abnormal angle, like a puppet, manipulated by silk threads into a weird look.

  Countless red lines swayed like swaying seaweed in Samuel’s wound, pulling each other to heal his body. He smiled as if he could not feel the pain.

The situation became tricky. Lorenzo stared at him closely. It stands to reason that the strength of the Demon Hunter changes with the ascent of the secret blood. Before reaching the critical value and starting to demonize, normal fatal injuries can still be achieved. Those who killed the Demon Hunter, for example, Lorenzo had his head beheaded before the secret blood was triggered, then he was dead.

  But when the secret blood is boiling and the forbidden power is poured on the body, it is difficult to kill the demon hunter with conventional attacks. As long as the breath remains, the demon hunter can push the secret blood to the extreme and complete the demonization.

  Just now, Samuel’s secret blood did not rise to a critical value, and the fatal injury could effectively limit him. This is also the reason Lorenzo did not rush to weaken him, but it seems that this is more than that.

  Samuel also activated power. Like Lorenzo, when they drew their swords to each other, this extraordinary power was given to the demon hunters.

   "Yanar the Immortal."

  Lorenzo whispered, countless red lines dancing wildly in the air, like some kind of unknown beast.

Cut off the head and pierce the heart. This can effectively kill a demon hunter. No matter whether he is demonized or not, the Yanar faction among the demon hunters is not included in this list. They and Shang Da Pian Some are similar, but they are all very special branches.

Lorenzo raised the shotgun, and the scattered pellets directly hit Samuel's body. After showing his power, he directly gave up avoiding, because these injuries could not shake him at all, and countless red lines were rolled in the wound. Accumulating, the flesh and blood proliferated rapidly, squeezing the pellets out of the body.

This is Yanar’s power, which is different from the hot fireworks, solid armor, and the foreseeable short future. Yanar’s power is very simple, it is to maximize the life force of the demon, no matter what you bear. Such an injury, as long as the breath survives, that powerful vitality can be recovered.

  This is almost immortal power.

  Lorenzo is extremely cautious, and because of this terrifying vitality, it is difficult to pierce the heart and cut off the head to kill them completely, only to completely destroy them.

   "Mianxia said, this is a force full of honor."

  Samur looked at his hand, the wound had healed, only the remaining red thread was still hanging on the hand.

This is a power full of honor. The crisis of the night of the holy night is far beyond the Medanzo demon hunters can contain. They guarded the gate of **** at a critical moment, and then the Yanar demon hunters arrived, relying on that power. Their vitality, even if they are demonized, it is not so easy to die.

  Killing, fighting forever in the stagnant temple where sin was born.

The demon hunters were fighting with the demon. After all the demon hunters were killed, they went to kill the demonized demon hunters. They killed each other. Many demon hunters died, but the Yanar demon hunters continued with that terrifying vitality. Surviving and fighting endlessly, it wasn't until a long time later that the demon hunter named Yanar also fell, and this nightmare truly ushered in an end.

  The sword light flashed, the iron armor shook, and blood splashed.

The nail sword pierced Samuel’s chest again. With Lorenzo’s penetration, countless red threads grew like weeds, extending from the wound and entwining Lorenzo’s sword. At the same time the penetrating wound healed quickly.

   Samuel didn’t mean to defend at all, because Lorenzo couldn’t kill him.

  The fiery fire surged, and the pure flames burned. This kind of fire surged on the two of them at the same time, and it also indicated that the secret blood was breaking through the cage little by little.

   "The Demon Hunters..."

  Shermans looked at the burning figure, whispered in a low voice, as if thinking of something, he slowly picked up his flintlock.

  He is very nostalgic, he misses the past, miss the beautiful golden age, and the flintlock in his hand is also the crystallization of the skills at that time, and the deadly weapons are carved with graceful arcs by the artists.

  But all that ended with Lorenzo Medici’s old age, and Shermans would never see those glories anymore, only retained this long-outdated weapon as a thought.

   "Yage, come and help me!"

  After the remembrance, Shermans looked fierce and shouted at the frightened Jager.

  Yage recovered slightly from the panic, and looked at Shermans with a furious expression. The pious old man was no longer there, and his hideous face was like a ghost.

He moved to the side of Shermans a little bit. Like Shermans, Jager was a devout believer. Before exile, Jager followed Shermans. If it didn’t happen With so many things, Shermans originally intended to support Jager to become his successor.

   "My lord, let's run away now!" Jager said in a panic.

The battle between Lorenzo and Samuel in the wine cellar intensified. Both are monsters that are difficult to shake. Lorenzo has a strong armor, and Samuel has a nearly immortal body. The red thread is intertwined with fireworks. If it weren't for Luo Renzo deliberately controlled the battlefield near the cellar door, and the two might have already been affected.

  "Escape? Why do you want to escape?"

  Shermans smiled and looked at him. Against the backdrop of the fire, the old man carried an unspeakable madness.

  He pulled open his pocket with great effort, and took out two cylinders from it. The workmanship was fine and it looked like something to store.

   "Help me play."

   Shermans said and threw the flintlock over. This weapon was very slow and troublesome. For this reason, Shermans carried gunpowder and lead bullets with him.

In fact, this is like a lavishly decorated sword. It is often a status symbol. If one day Shermans, who is the cardinal and protected by guards, needs to use a flintlock to fire, then Xue Xue Hermans was not far from death.

  Such as now.

   "My lord, there is still a chance now!"

  Yage also wanted to dissuade Shermans, but the old man shook his head stubbornly.

  As the battle became fierce, the fireworks continued to rise, the temperature of the entire wine cellar was constantly rising, the air became sultry, and Jager was sweating profusely.

  Pour the gunpowder into the barrel, and then picked up the lead bullet, just as Jager was about to stuff it along the muzzle, but she was stopped by Shermans.

   "Lead bullets can't kill that thing, use this."

Shermans opened another cylinder as he spoke. He hadn't opened it for a long time. When he was exiled from Fei Lengcui, he just took it away with preparedness, but he didn't expect it to be really useful. Day.

"what is this?"

  Yage took the cylinder and poured out several bullets from it.

  "The prerogative of the cardinal." Shermans replied.

  Yage didn't ask much, but according to Shermans, he stuffed the silver and strange bullet into the muzzle, and then used the iron rod inserted under the barrel of the flintlock to push the bullet into the innermost.

   "Jager, I don't want to run away anymore."

  Shermans said suddenly, and then picked up the flintlock that had been loaded, only then did Jager realize that the old man was struggling to stand up while leaning on the wall.

   "My lord..." Jager wanted to say something, but Shermans sternly stopped it.

  "I have escaped for too long. From Fei Lengcui to Old Dunling, I was once the cardinal who was favored by God, but now I am going to die in a foreign land."

  Shermans picked up Jager’s crutches in the other hand, and walked hard toward the battlefield between Lorenzo and Samuel. At this moment, he was too rigid and stubbornly advancing.

  "I regret the decision I made. It is a mistake to follow Miguel. What he desires is power, not the sacred faith. As long as he is given power, he doesn't care whether we believe in a **** or a ghost."

  He faced the blazing light, his back turned into a pitch-black silhouette, and Shermans straightened his chest vigorously and grew taller.

   "No one cares about those, but I care about them."

   Raised the flintlock, muttering prayers in his mouth, and his turbid eyes stared at the figures fighting each other.

  ……

  In the end, the fight became boring.

No matter how many times Lorenzo slashed Samuel, that terrible vitality can be restored in a very short time. Lorenzo had seen such terrible healing power in Lawrence's body, when he relied on the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail. , Lorenzo relied on shelling and crude oil explosion, and even cut off his head to completely kill him.

   "I feel troublesome, don't you?"

Samuel asked, the weird red thread is like a madman’s weed. It not only cures Samuel, but when Lorenzo gets too close to Samuel, the red thread woven of flesh and blood will also attack him, just like predatory grass. Ye, entangled his armor.

   "Indeed, the holy silver contained in the nail sword cannot effectively contain you."

  Lorenzo said in a deep voice, Holy Silver can cause effective damage to the Demon Hunter, but often the wound healed most of the time Lorenzo’s sword was drawn out of Samuel’s body.

   "If you want to kill you, it must be an explosive attack. It kills you in an instant, and it is too late for you to heal, or it is difficult to heal."

  Lorenzo stopped the attack. This was just a meaningless slash. No one could do anything about it. Samuel knew this too, and he stopped.

   "But your power is Medanzo, if it is Michael, I might have to worry a little more." Samuel said.

Michael’s fiery burning is the most aggressive one among the known powers. When that fiery temperature is burned to the extreme, all matter will be destroyed in an instant, but the same, of course, when the fiery temperature reaches its peak, The secret blood of the demon hunter will also rise to its limit, and it will not only burn the secret blood, but also the flesh and blood, and the silver-binding plug under the flesh and blood.

   is like falling stars, after the extreme splendor, there is the black silence of death.

  The two were breathing calmly, talking on the surface, but in fact they were both regaining their strength.

   "Are you going to use that thing? Are you not afraid of Shermans' death?"

  Samuel looked directly at Lorenzo, but Yu Guang was always wary of all his small movements.

  "Did you find it?" Lorenzo was a little surprised.

   "I checked those corpses, the instant they burned, and the impact of the explosion did not match your power. It can only be said that you are carrying some kind of weapon that can cause such a weapon."

   Samuel is a proud guy and a vigilant guy, facing an enemy like Lorenzo, he will not take it lightly.

   "That's why I want to fight here?"

   Facing Lorenzo’s question, Samuel nodded.

This is why Samuel deliberately chooses the battlefield here. He is not only for Shermans, he is also guarding against the antimony flying knife. In this confined space, Lorenzo will not easily use this. arms.

  "Not bad, much better than the previous demon hunters, at least you are fighting with your brain."

  Lorenzo simply stopped hiding, and directly took the antimony flying knife in his hand.

  "Are you going to use it? The impact of the explosion can't kill you or me, but it can kill Shermans."

   "If you don't get rid of you, neither I nor Shermans can escape, can they?"

Lorenzo's pupils tightened, and the offensive resumed in an instant. This shocked Samuel. He bet that Lorenzo would never use this weapon in order to ensure Shermans' survival, but he did not expect that Lorenzo would never use this weapon. Concerned about Shermans' life, and made such a decisive decision.

  The nail sword was raised to block him, Samuel urged the secret blood, and the more dense red thread overflowed from the wound, pulling his recovery force to the limit.

   Samuel is just nearly immortal, not immortal. Judging from Lorenzo's cunning tactics, he can't guarantee that an attack will actually kill him. The next moment Lorenzo advances like a chariot.

   "Crazy!" Samuel scolded.

  Lorenzo slammed into him directly, and the terrible force pushed him, and Samuel could not stop him.

  Moved a little bit until he forced Samuel to the door of the wine cellar. As long as he worked harder, Lorenzo could push him out.

  He wants to push himself out of the wine cellar.

  Samuel realized Lorenzo's thoughts, and the nail sword struck hard during the impact, but it was difficult to penetrate Lorenzo's armor, let alone in this case.

  The secret blood rises, and the heart-palpiting power flows in Samuel's body. He is not bound by the silver bolt, and in a blink of an eye the demonization has begun, and his face is hideous.

The endless red thread was released from Samuel's body, like a spider web. The red thread made of flesh and blood spread to the surroundings. It not only entangled Lorenzo's body, but also inserted into the surrounding ground like steel spikes, like the vines of plants. , And keep tightening while extending.

  Lorenzo's movements started to slow down, all the silk threads tightly wrapped around him, and it was still increasing, and the flames burned, but it didn't have much effect on the red threads.

   "Give me, get out!"

  Lorenzo roared, and under the terrible force, he tore the red line on his body little by little, and then the antimony flying knife pierced Samuel’s chest, but that was all he could do.

   Countless silk threads wrapped around him like a poisonous snake, and Lorenzo was unable to draw a gun and shoot to detonate it.

   "It looks like I won."

The abominable face was covered with a curtain of red thread. Behind the curtain, Samuel slowly raised the nail sword. This state is also extremely difficult for him. He must stay as sensible as possible without falling into madness. Among.

   "Get out! Lorenzo!"

The old voice sounded, and Shermans stood behind Lorenzo holding a flintlock. Because he was too close, countless red lines also spread to him, pierced under his skin, and corrupted him. .

  No one knew what he wanted to do, and he shouted angrily.

   "You... and Seni Lotaire behind you. You are just a group of evil spirits who usurped the sacredness. What do you really know?"

  The trembling hand became firm, and the muzzle was pointed at Lorenzo, or Samuel behind Lorenzo.

   "Welcome! This is revenge from Shermans Borgia!"

  The old face twisted together because of anger, and he pulled the trigger.

The muzzle of the   sui-firing gun emitted dazzling fire and black smoke, and the silver bullet pierced through all of this and galloped in.

Lorenzo's dull figure quickly rose up at this moment. When he heard the ancient surname, Lorenzo suddenly understood what Shermans was going to do. All the armor shattered, and the broken edge cut the red line. Although this exposed himself to Samuel's attack, Lorenzo tried his best to avoid the ballistic.

  As if being cut by countless sharp knives, Lorenzo fell to the side with blood, and at this time the bullet penetrated the red spider web.

  All the voices disappeared for a while, and Lorenzo could only see the flames that lit up in the red line, like fireworks falling into the dead tree, and the dark interior glowed with golden light.

  Holy silver-cast ammunition penetrated Samuel’s body, detonating the antimony in it.

In a flash, the fire swallowed everything in his vision, and Lorenzo was pressed against the wall by the impact of the explosion. In the hot air, he vaguely smelled the disturbing smell, which was the poison named Cantrera. .

  (End of this chapter)