Ember Gun

  Chapter 403 Heart

  Eve and Kestrel were awakened in their sleep, and when they were sleepy, they saw Haibod holding a weapon.

  Everyone is not stupid. In this case, no one has the so-called anger of getting up, and their consciousness instantly wakes up, wearing pajamas and picking up weapons.

Kestrel and Hybold guarded the room. This was Lorenzo’s instructions. Eve was by Hercule. Lorenzo had reminded him that Hercule had no fighting power. He needed Priority protection.

   Quietly in the night, the door of the room had been pushed open. Lorenzo had just left from here. Haibod and Kestrel hid behind the sofa and used it as a shelter. In the darkness, the muzzle was pointed at the darkness outside the door.

  The happy time is over, they have left the land of Inervig, facing the darkness on the other side of the strait.

  The lights in the corridor were extinguished by Lorenzo. He rolled up the sharp spiked sword with his jacket. The weapon was too smooth and even a slight light in the darkness would be reflected on it, thus revealing Lorenzo's position.

  He lowered his breath, and walked silently on the carpet in the hallway barefoot.

  While chatting with Hybade, Lorenzo noticed the small sound, the approaching crisis, and the instinct that originated from the demon hunter.

  Realizing that in this work of his own, the enemy is not only mortal, Lorenzo can feel his inexplicable emotion.

   is not fear, nor anger.

   but rejoicing.

I don’t know why, when Lorenzo learned of Lawrence’s remnant party, he was extremely happy. Lorenzo himself could not understand why, as if he put aside this normal disguise, and the deepest part of his soul was buried. The same crazy devil.

In order to facilitate the operation, under the arrangement of North Delro, there were no other passengers except Lorenzo and his party, and no attendants would come here. It became Lorenzo’s territory for a short time. Anyone who rashly approaches may be the enemy.

  Who will the enemy be?

  Iron Law Bureau? Or the so-called choir? How do they know their existence?

  It is still said that someone has revealed their whereabouts, then who would it be?

  Lorenzo thought, and then he smelled a trace of anxiety.

   was the smell of blood, and a familiar **** breath came from this dark corridor, and at the same time the depressed moan became clear.

There are people injured?

  Lorenzo approached the voice. He inserted Winchester into his pants waist, because the spiked sword was covered with a shirt. At this moment, he was naked to the upper body. The hideous tattoo seemed to come alive, twisting and growing on his back.

  This is actually the alchemy matrix that guides the power, sublimating the body of the demon hunter, thereby guiding the forbidden power hidden in the blood.

  There are more and more familiar smells in the air, Lorenzo can smell it, fear, fright, despair...

  Lorenzo's movements stopped suddenly, as if frozen in place. He seemed to be judging something, and then white flames rose in his eyes.

  A burning white flame lit up in the dark corridor. He gave up hiding himself and ran quickly. The fireworks were pulled into a blazing trail, the spikes vibrated, and the pajamas were torn apart.

  Lorenzo sensed the repressive erosion.

  At this moment, on the White Tide, there are demons...or something more complicated than demons.

   "The choir."

  Lorenzo whispered the word, and the next moment he rushed out of the shadows.

  There is no need to care whether the enemy is a friend or not. The old order has been destroyed. At this moment, in this world, according to Lorenzo's criteria, anyone who harbors secret blood is an enemy.

  This **** power should be buried along with the Holy Night, instead of being dominated by greed and reappearing in the world.

  The slender silver-white sword body of the nail sword reflected the turbulent burning eyes, and the high-frequency screaming sound rang open the muddy air.

  ...

   "Finally found her? Is she dead?"

  The man was standing in front of the corpse, and the blood was spilled on the ground. She should be dead, motionless, like a doll with blood.

   "It should be dead, cut off her head."

   said another person in the shadows.

   "It's really troublesome, I actually want us to take action... But why did she run here?"

  Another person said, he walked out of the shadows and stood by the window.

  His face is illuminated by moonlight, his expression is terrifying, and his blood vessels are bulging like twisted vines.

   "Damn it."

   He cursed, kicked the corpse and knocked her down.

"how do you feel?"

  Someone asked, and other people looked at the same concern, but under these gazes, they were more vigilant.

   "It's okay, it's not out of control. To be honest, it feels pretty good."

  The man replied, his heart beating violently, releasing the forbidden power continuously. This feeling was great. For a moment he felt as if he had got rid of this weak mortal body and became a higher being.

   "This power is very good, even she can't resist it in front of this extraordinary power."

As the man said, he stepped on the corpse’s fingers again, smashing his anger and venting his anger. They tried so hard to kill the woman. In the end, the man couldn’t help but triggered the secret blood and finally caught up. She, kill her.

   "Okay, don't waste time, cut off the head, we can go back to the business."

  The silent man said that there were more people waiting in the darkness behind him. Someone stepped and pulled out a dagger to prepare for this **** operation, but the sudden rush of footsteps disrupted their actions.

someone is coming.

  They looked at the other end of the corridor, but there was nothing. The rush of footsteps disappeared while he was watching. Before he could relax, the next scream sounded.

All this happened almost in an instant. After the footsteps disappeared, the screams of the dead souls sounded, and the man could only see a white light twisted and pulled, and then the entire head was fiercely split apart, with thick blood and broken bones spilled. On the people around me.

  The galloping sword light has not stopped. It is so sharp that almost nothing can hinder its cutting.

  Weaves a trajectory of death in the darkness. All matter on this trajectory is roughly torn apart, long and narrow cracks appear on the wall, and the man's body is chopped off.

Before the wailing sound could even be heard, the sword light approaching again penetrated his throat, suppressing the scream that was about to be emitted, also when he was about to die, the man looked in the direction of the sword. Finally saw the assailant.

  A pair of blazing eyes, extremely hot.

  This gaze is so familiar, under the mask of that noble man, the man has seen the same light.

   "Teacher... Chief."

  He whimpered. He couldn't understand what was going on. He grasped the nail sword with both hands, and the blood kept flowing.

   "The Imam?"

   There was a sound of doubt in the darkness, and the nail sword swung sharply, cutting off the fingers and neck together. The headless body paused for a while, then knelt down, like a devout believer, kneeling down in front of the darkness.

   "Who are you? Choir?"

  Lorenzo walked out of the darkness, his body was stained with blood, ticking.

No one answered him. This **** and cruel scene completely shocked everyone present, but what followed was a painful growl. The secret blood was stimulated in the body, and inhuman power was given to the body. superior.

"no surprise…"

  Lorenzo did not seem surprised by the scene before him.

  In the narrow corridor, violent erosion and surge, they are very confident, after receiving the gift of God, this power makes them invincible.

  The previous fierce battles have proved this point. They will win in the past, and it is the same now.

  Yes, victory, victory over one enemy after another, bathed in the light of God...

  The slight pain interrupted his thoughts, and the man lowered his head. While he was still thinking about the beautiful glory, Lorenzo had already passed him, and the huge wound opened on his chest with the sound of footsteps.

The wound was deeply visible, and a blow pierced his heart. He panicked. He reached out his hand and tried to plug the wound on his chest, but the blood could not stop overflowing from his fingers, and then his vision was distorted, he listened When the heavy object fell, the things in front of him rolled over. He saw a dead headless corpse and Lorenzo walking towards other people.

  He is dead, another headless corpse.

  It’s not that Lorenzo is a pervert, but that he respects everything the old order teaches him. Against all these things related to demons, Lorenzo will abide by these two points.

  Break the heart and cut off the head.

   "So you are a choir, right?"

   Lorenzo asked again, his face expressionless, like a **** of death walking out of the shadows.

  At this moment, they were completely sluggish. Under Lorenzo's absolute force, they realized their insignificance for the first time, and so they got the gift of God.

   "Evil... Devil!"

  Someone collapsed and shouted that mortals can't resist the power of gods, only the demon from darkness can do it.

   "Devil!"

  He continued to shout, pulling out his pistol and shooting at Lorenzo.

  The nail sword swayed, and a dazzling spark burst out from it, and Lorenzo quickly walked in front of him.

  Under the blessing of the secret blood, the man has a hideous face, but looking at Lorenzo, he did nothing for a while. He raised his hand tremblingly, but couldn't pull the trigger.

  In a short period of time, Lorenzo has completely implanted fear into everyone's mind. This is not erosion, but the most primitive fear of living things.

  Fear of the unknown.

   "Shoot? Offense?"

   Lorenzo asked, but the man did not reply. He stared at Lorenzo firmly. The secret blood gave him far beyond ordinary power, but when facing Lorenzo, his body seemed to be emptied.

   "You have power in your space, but you don't have the heart to control it."

  Lorenzo waved his nail sword in disappointment, cut into his neck, split his chest, and brutally killed the man in front of him.

   "I thought the choir would be a very troublesome group of people. You are not even as good as the Protestant Group."

  He looked at the remaining people again, and each of them had the same expression as the man who had just died.

  Fear and despair.

  Perhaps the threat of death finally angered them, and the rest of them did not want to sit still, and screamed at Lorenzo, but these were useless.

  They did not have the heart to fight against despair, and all their actions now came from the instinct to survive.

  This is a one-sided slaughter.

Lorenzo wanted to test the choir's strength this time, but now, these guys are just a bunch of useless rubbish, they are not even as good as the Protestant Order, at least those people have the courage to entrust everything to the dark, and would rather be incarnate demon.

  In the end, there was only one living mouth left.

  Lorenzo easily killed everyone else with one blow. In order to eradicate the troubles, Lorenzo also added a sword to everyone, chopped off their heads, and completely eliminated the possibility of demonization.

  This is simply a slaughterhouse, with broken limbs all over the floor.

  However, there were some accidents. There were other corpses here, the corpse of a woman, and it seemed that his whereabouts had not been exposed. These guys came to kill this woman, but they just happened to be touched by him.

"it's fate!"

  Lorenzo suddenly showed a smile, knelt down and looked at the only one left.

  The man was completely scared and crying, he curled up in the corner.

   "I asked you to answer, do you know?"

  Lorenzo said that he put the nail sword on the man's neck. It is worthy of being made of sturdy cypress iron. After cutting it for so long, the nail sword is still intact.

  The man nodded vigorously. He was completely swallowed by fear, like a puppet, controlled by Lorenzo at will.

  "Are you from a choir?"

"Yes, it is."

  Lorenzo pondered for a while, then asked.

   "Master...who is it?"

  When he attacked, the man uttered this word before his death. Lorenzo couldn’t understand why he said this. Who did he suddenly think of?

   Thinking of a person called the patriarch, then Lorenzo can recall his memory, he must have something in common with that patriarch.

  For example...the unquenchable fireworks in the pupils.

   "The headmaster is..." The man was about to say, but was interrupted by Lorenzo.

   "So, you know this person, right."

  The man didn't understand why Lorenzo wanted to say that, but he nodded in affirmation.

   "Then there is no need to be so troublesome."

  Lorenzo said as he stretched out his hand, he pressed the man’s head and forced him to look at him.

  It was like a weird ritual, Lorenzo's tattoo on his back seemed to be alive, slowly creeping.

  It sublimated the blood in the body, allowing Lorenzo to master the power called Medanzo, but some powers did not act on the blood, but something deeper.

soul.

   Watson explained that at the time, Lorenzo's soul was [sublimated], so this power will no longer be bound by the body.

  "It’s better to let me see it with my own eyes instead of you."

Lorenzo said something that the man could not understand, and more blazing fireworks rose in his gray-blue eyes. The man tried to close his eyes, but Lorenzo held his head and slammed his Eyelids, forcing him to look directly at the blazing sun.

  Power·Gabriel.

  (End of this chapter)