Ember Gun

  Chapter 442 Deathmatch

  This is a curse, an extremely vicious curse, an endless curse.

  In the darkness, the Yega Theater has become an ancient duel arena. The monsters walked and fought in the darkness, venting the hatred and anger that have been resentful for a long time at this moment, burning everything up.

  The drifting candlelight outlines the fast-moving figures, and ordinary people’s eyesight can hardly recognize their form, and the sound of the sword follows them like thunder, like the thunder that runs fast, never stopping for a moment.

  Bump, separate, accumulate strength, and collide together again, with swords and blades added.

  The two pairs of white eyes stared at each other, and they made a deafening roar and collided with each other. At this moment, there was no skill at all in the battle between the two, it was just pure violence, venting pure anger.

The blade was cut on the dense black armor, and it made a sharp scream, shredding the hard, causing blood to gush out from the gap in the armor, but there was an equally deadly gun shot when the trigger was pulled, and the projectile pierced the bright red. His robe hit the wall behind him, leaving bullet holes and blood stains.

  Both of the injured seemed to lose their strength briefly, and fell from the gallop, into the endless darkness, and silence fell.

  They seemed to be dead, but soon the silence was broken by heavy gasps. In this quiet world, the heartbeat sound was as loud as a drum, and the sound began to accelerate, like a rush of drums, and finally reached its peak.

  The rising fireworks ignited everything around him, and the dead monster came back to life again.

  All this is like the legend of the Vikings. The heroic warriors gather in this hall of heroic spirits, fight, die, wake up, and once again throw themselves into the endless fight.

   "You are a lot stronger than before, Lorenzo Holmos."

  The voice echoed in the darkness with a metallic tone, and Lawrence climbed up from the broken ruins.

At this moment, he was very embarrassed, his body was covered with scars, and his body was almost torn apart by sword attacks one after another, but fortunately the vitality of the Demon Hunter was strong, and the broken limbs were connected by the scarlet blood, and then those silk threads. More and more, just like sewing thread, the broken torso was stitched together again.

   "That's great, Lawrence, I didn't expect that I would still have a chance to kill you again."

  At the other end of the darkness, Lorenzo slowly appeared in his field of vision with a heavy cello box on his back.

  The black armor had long been shattered, but in this breathing time, more dense hard materials filled the broken parts, just like molting, the black scale armor was peeled from the armor and turned into dust.

Lorenzo glanced at the nail sword in his hand. Although it was made of Baitie, under this high-intensity battle, it had already twisted and twisted. A clear crack penetrated the sword body, as if it had another blow. It will be completely shattered.

   "Is the reaction so plain? I thought you would look... more excited when you see me again."

  Lawrence also lost the broken sword in his hand and drew another spiked sword from the sword bag behind him, just as he did with Lorenzo on the train at that time.

   "Yes, I'm more excited, just like before, swinging my sword in anger, and questioning me about the story that was deliberately concealed."

  Lawrence burst into laughter.

  In his eyes, Lorenzo has changed. It is not that he has changed, but that he has become more calm.

  He can clearly feel the fury emanating from Lorenzo, but this time Lorenzo is no longer as reckless as before, and he is still rationally tense in the fury.

  Of course, he also noticed some more subtle changes.

There was a fiery firework rising in the gap of the armor. It was far stronger than the pure flames that an ordinary demon hunter could inspire. Not only that, but also Lorenzo's terrible vitality.

  Lawrence still remembers the death fight on the train. Lorenzo has no ability to resist in front of him, but now he can not only withstand his own attack, but even faster and stronger than himself.

   "What have you experienced? Lorenzo Holmos."

   Lawrence questioned, but no one answered him.

  But he already knows the answer.

  The twisted face under the mask showed a wicked smile, and he could smell the disgusting smell in the air, the smell of the silent.

  Lorenzo, like him, was implanted with the flesh and blood of the Silent, and even said that during this long period of time, the secret blood in their bodies was gradually purified by the flesh and blood, turning into a more pure secret blood.

  Blood of the Holy Grail.

  Lorenzo Holmos also embarked on the forbidden road of broken, Lawrence’s journey is not alone.

   Slowly moved forward, leaning against the opponent while also looking at the opponent vigilantly.

  Lawrence stopped abruptly, he raised the spike sword, the fireworks under the mask swayed slightly, and finally he seemed to confirm one thing.

   "So you are not Lorenzo Medici? Sure enough, is that guy dead after all?"

Lawrence once thought that Lorenzo Medici finally found the power named Gabriel just like him, and survived on the body of another person. In order to confirm all this, he ordered the epidemic doctor to trigger the Montenegro hospital. Local war.

  But now watching Lorenzo so closely, his reaction, his past, Lawrence has come to this conclusion.

  Lorenzo Medici is dead after all.

  There is no sadness, no other emotions, Lawrence is just a little emotional, such a terrible guy still ends up like this.

   "Are these things important?"

   Lorenzo asked in a low voice.

   "It's not important, sorry, I interrupted you, let us continue."

The fight right now is the most important thing. Lawrence's voice is filled with joy, erecting the nail sword and putting on an offensive. He hasn't fought so heartily for a long time. Sometimes he almost forgot the feeling of holding a sword. Thanks Lorenzo for reminding him of all this again.

  Lorenzo did not attack rashly. Winchester was hung around his waist, holding a nail sword in one hand, and hiding in the shadow with the other.

  From some perspectives, he and Lawrence are now evenly matched.

  Through the fierce battle just now, Lorenzo continued to test, he was surprised to find one thing, Lawrence seems to be unable to predict the future anymore, which means that he has lost the power Shangda.

  So the death fight on the train really killed him, but in the end he let him use the power Gabriel to escape.

  And now Lawrence probably still doesn't know that he also has the power Gabriel...Perhaps he has guessed it vaguely, but he couldn't be sure of all this until he took the initiative to expose it.

  This is Lorenzo's chance of winning. To eradicate Lawrence, he must not only destroy his body, but also find a chance to fight in the [Gap].

Lorenzo was a little scared thinking of this. He was very aware of the blur and weirdness of [Gap] and the interference with "self". After contacting these, he realized how terrifying Lawrence was freely shuttled through [Gap]. The thoughts of those people couldn't interfere with him. He was like a cold machine, loyal to his will.

  "Come here! Lorenzo!"

  The roar sounded, interrupting Lorenzo's thoughts.

  I saw Lawrence come with a sharp sword, carrying the meaning of broken steel.

Both of them are monsters, immortal monsters, no matter how bad the injuries are, they will easily recover under the flesh and blood of the Silent, not to mention that they can rely on the power of Gabriel. Invading [Gap].

  【The secret blood awakens 29%. 】

  It seems that fuel has been injected into the flames, and the gaps in the armor are full of flames and rage.

  For an instant, Lorenzo was like the day of the world, the sun was dazzling, and the moment of light even briefly affected Lawrence, and then Lawrence's sword was cut into space.

  Lorenzo avoided the blade, brushed Lawrence's body, and swung his sword angrily.

  From top to bottom, this blow will split Lawrence's body completely. In the demon hunter, the power beyond imagination, even steel will fall apart under the nail sword.

Lawrence could not escape, he really lost the power Shanda, or before changing to Lorenzo, there was no chance to attack him at all, he knew the trajectory of all the blades, and found safety from it. The gap.

   "I thought you would be more stable."

  The voice sounded, and then another cold light appeared in Lorenzo's eyes.

  Lawrence grabbed another nail sword in the blind spot of his sight. He rarely used double swords, but that did not mean he was not good at it.

The sword blades collided together, and the huge force it carried smashed Lorenzo slightly. At the same time, another blade that slashed back slashed back. The attacker and defender twisted in an instant, and the nail sword slashed at Lorenzo fiercely. On top of his armor, the violent shaking brought blood at the same time.

   "Sure enough, my armor is still not strong enough..."

   Feeling a clear pain, Lorenzo said somewhat self-deprecatingly, facing a monster like Lawrence, no matter what preparations were really enough.

  Although he was injured, Lorenzo, the opponent of this round, has not lost yet.

   "Lawrence, have you learned to accept modern technology?"

  Lorenzo mocked Lawrence again, with joy in his voice.

   waved his other hand, swiftly, Lawrence only saw a dark phantom hit his chest, instinctively set up a spiked sword defense, and tried to cut down Lorenzo's arm.

  Boom——

   A dull explosion sounded, and the nail sword that Lawrence swung was smashed, and it was instantly broken into countless metal fragments by the armor-piercing hammer, cutting everything in the way, and piercing into the body.

  In the momentary impact, the paint antimony inside was detonated, pushing the tip of the hammer into a second thrust, smashing the parried nail sword to pieces.

  This is not the end. Lorenzo's hammer swing continues. The fragments cut the armor, and the hammer of the trial continues to fall. This time Lawrence could not stop it.

  The entire chest collapsed instantly under Lorenzo's slamming, blood overflowed under the mask, and the sound of bones shattering continued.

Lawrence was smashed into the ruins, filled with smoke, and affected by the hammering action. In this moment of time, Lorenzo still maintained the hammering action, and before breathing for a moment, the cold sword light would disappear. The agitated dust dissipated, and the blade slashed towards Lorenzo's throat.

  Lorenzo tried to evade, but found that Lawrence had grasped the arm of his swinging hammer. After such an attack, he still had the strength to fight, and at this moment he absolutely counterattacked.

  The distance is not enough.

  Under Lorenzo's judgment, the nail sword could not cut himself at all, but just as it was about to fall, the length of the nail sword suddenly increased by a few minutes.

  The Nail Sword is gone.

No, no, while swinging the sword, Lawrence released his hand and made the hilt slip out of his palm, but when he was about to detach completely, he firmly grasped the edge of the hilt, making it at this extreme distance. Slash down.

  This sudden change made Lorenzo's heart cold, and then the scales on his throat shattered, and blood overflowed under it.

The entangled figures of the two quickly separated. Lorenzo was holding his throat, but the blood still couldn't stop pouring out. Lawrence's spikes were plated with holy silver. Although the strength was a little weaker, it suppressed the demon hunter. Effect.

   "Is this a tie? Lorenzo."

There was a sound from the ruins of smoke and dust, Lawrence struggled to get up, and his entire chest was weirdly deflated, but under the action of the secret blood, strong flesh and blood were growing, and they wrapped up the broken bones and corrected it forcefully. s position.

  Under the boiling of the secret blood, the terrifying vitality healed the two, and they seemed to have been accustomed to this kind of fighting, and they stopped at the same time. After a brief period of calm, the heart of the war drum sounded again.

  Lawrence was holding the nail sword, and Lorenzo again took out a new weapon from the cello box.

Now that the blood secrets of the two of them are on the verge of a critical breakthrough, it can be said that they are humanoid monsters at this moment. This kind of injury is not enough to kill them completely. As long as there is a little breathing opportunity, they will stand up again. , Into this endless fight.

   "Next round, Lawrence."

   A hoarse voice sounded, and it seemed that Lorenzo's throat had not healed completely under the suppression of Holy Silver.

  But it is not important, at this moment there is nothing that can affect the fight between the two.

  At the end of the darkness, there was a scream that broke through the air, and Lorenzo threw one after another throwing knives. This thing did not affect Lawrence much. Instead, he felt a little ridiculous for Lorenzo's behavior.

  The nail sword cuts it down easily, as easily as squeezing a bug to death.

   "Are you at a loss? Lorenzo, you have used all this trick."

  Lawrence asked, he finally gave up the slash, letting these flying knives slash through his body and nailed them into the stones on the side.

   "I want to ask you, Lawrence, you really haven't made any progress."

Lorenzo’s voice sounded from the other end of the darkness. He raised his hand, seeming to be holding a pistol. As he pulled the trigger, a hook was nailed into the darkness above, directly dragging Lorenzo into it. Up in the air.

  "As always, arrogant, Lawrence."

As the sound ceased, a raging fire ignited beside Lawrence. Under the successive fights, Lorenzo's blood almost soaked the land, and the pure flames rose in it, which turned into a sea of ​​fire and lit up in a blink of an eye. dark.

  A few more throwing knives fell. Lawrence was almost annoyed by the offensive, but this time he noticed it.

  The throwing knife this time is different from the previous throwing knife, and its target is not itself, just like throwing away at will, it was thrown out by Lorenzo casually.

   "It's really not a long memory, Lawrence, you died in my hands last time because of arrogance."

  Lorenzo looked down at the burning sea.

  The iron flying knife successfully paralyzed Lawrence, the lacquered antimony flying knife fell into the sea of ​​pure flames, and then the violent flames rose, as if a red dragon was raging on this land.

  The air became hot and the endless dust mixed with the blood bursting foam, and was swept by the howling wind, they hit the wall, causing it to shake violently.

Light came to the world, driving away the darkness inch by inch. In a blink of an eye, the Yega Theater exudes brilliant light, like the tide of a bank burst, and a liquid named "light" is rushing through every gap. .

  (End of this chapter)