Ember Gun

  Chapter 255 There are many mysteries

The ear is cut with iron and gas, and it makes a sharp scream, like thousands of needles, piercing Lorenzo's eardrum, a simple swing brings strong pressure, and the chest is so crushed that it is difficult to breathe. Come.

The vision in front of him was completely covered by the rising pure flames, and the turbulent white fire roared. At this moment, Lorenzo's thoughts were also blank. He just learned the strangeness of [Gap], and then the pope ushered in. But beyond all this is the identity of the pope.

  Lorenzo will not admit his mistakes, he will never admit his mistakes, the burning eyes under the mask are close at hand, he is a demon hunter.

  The new pope is a demon hunter! Seni Lotaire is a witcher!

How can this be?

  Lorenzo certainly knows the evangelical church’s vigilance against the demon hunters. It is a miracle that Master Lawrence can reach that height, but what about the new pope in front of him? How did he do it, and what happened inside the gospel church after Holy Night?

He had too many questions, but no one gave him the answer. Lorenzo skillfully set up the nail sword. Under the holy fireworks, he had no intention of resisting, so he could only retreat forcefully. Slashed by the chasing sword light.

The rusty spiked sword was burning with boiling fire, and it left Lorenzo with fiery temperature...or a hideous wound on the body of the tombkeeper, the wound directly burned by the high temperature, and the intense pain. Not much blood gushes out.

  Lorenzo's staggering pace may be the reason why he invaded this body. Lorenzo was extremely difficult to control, and the synchronization rate between consciousness and body could not keep up.

   Before he could take a breather, the sword blade swayed in a hurricane, and the howling fire wave carried countless flying petals, in the dazzling light, the nail sword slashed forcefully.

  This is a sword fight that no one knows, in the cemetery of the demon hunter.

Lorenzo hid forcefully to one side. At this moment of crisis, his consciousness is gradually taking control of the body of the tomb-keeper, and in this process, chaotic memories are also coming to his face, and there are crazy voices. .

  【Get out! Get out! 】

  Someone yelled in Lorenzo’s ear. He was crazy and tried his best.

  The tomb guard was wailing and howling, Lorenzo was so strange to all of this, that invaded consciousness began to counterattack in this desperate place.

  The memory of the tomb-keeper, the voice of the tomb-keeper, the words and deeds of the tomb-keeper, everything is impacting the intruder, trying to drive him out of his mind.

  Lorenzo's thoughts were in chaos, there was a fatal sword attack from the pope in front of him, and his mind was constantly churning curses and resistance.

  This...is this what Lawrence has experienced for a long time? Such a weird and taboo power.

  Every power has a price that should be borne, and Lorenzo can't imagine how Lawrence controls all this.

Lorenzo gave up the resistance altogether. He staggered and ran, his vision blurred and confused due to the interference of the tombkeeper, and the sea of ​​flowers in front of him brought stacks of double images, which felt like a hallucinogen injection. Too much the same.

  The next moment he vigorously waved the blade in his hand. The blade of this nail sword was covered with gaps and had an old taste. It seemed that after a certain battle, it had never been maintained.

But this kind of weapon is the only thing Lorenzo can use at present. The tombkeeper is obviously not a demon hunter. He is controlling a real mortal body, and he is fighting with this unknown iron. The Pope.

Instinctively swinging the sword blocked the sword attack after he came, but at the moment of this collision, Lorenzo only felt the deep and huge power from the hilt, and then his entire arm was numb. Fortunately, Loren Zuo gritted his teeth or clenched the blade tightly, but immediately after the metal cracking sounded, the old nail sword snapped.

  The momentum took Lorenzo directly and knocked it out, and he pushed through the sea of ​​flowers for a few meters before slowly stopping. The moist soil was opened, and he was lying in it with scars.

  The new pope did not continue pursuing. He was holding a burning spike sword, and his face was covered by an icy mask. He seemed a little puzzled, stopped in place and did not rush forward.

He is indeed a little confused, because the guy in front of him is a little different from the previous "that kind of thing". It seems too weak, even a little rusty. Although it was only a few seconds of fighting, he could feel that he was like a toddler. Child, he doesn’t seem to understand how to apply this power.

  This is very strange, the new pope feels more and more strange, but the vigilance in his heart will not let him relax, and will not let any of them go.

   approached slowly, and Lorenzo scolded.

"Quiet!"

  He reluctantly got up from the ground, holding the broken sword, and berating the rebellious consciousness.

The consciousness of the tombkeeper scratched Lorenzo, but he was cruelly cut and torn apart. Under his anger, a little bit of destruction, blood flowed from the corner of his eyes, until the terrible erosion was released from it, and the constant corruption and torment made the one who survived. The voice continued to weaken until it disappeared.

Lorenzo slowly stood up. Under the threat of death, he successfully suppressed the weak consciousness, brushed his hand across the sea of ​​flowers, and picked up a new spike sword from it, although it was still rusty. Looks, but it is at least complete.

  He put on the same posture as the new pope, this is the posture of the Demon Hunter Metropolis, the starting style of Bologna swordsmanship.

Take a deep breath, and work hard to suppress the pain and exhaustion of the body, so that the restless heart stabilizes again. Just as the new pope thought, Lorenzo is a toddler, and he has no idea about the application of [Gap]. Everything is groping.

To be honest, Lorenzo really misses Watson a bit now. Although this is an unknowable devil, Watson says a lot. She has never harmed Lorenzo, just the choice she gave Lorenzo. And the result of the choice made Lorenzo into a dead end.

  This devil is pretty reliable. If he kneels and kisses her feet now, maybe he, who has the blessing of the pseudo-Holy Grail, can directly roll over the new pope in front of him.

However, Lorenzo also knew that Watson would not respond to his call. This weird existence must be planning something in secret. He also understood that although it was a little bit of a talk, Lorenzo still valued things like dignity. Kissing He couldn't do things like feet.

Under the tremendous pressure, Lorenzo's thoughts couldn't stop diverging. The mortal's body was obviously unbearable for him. The body of the grave guard shook slightly, but in the end he stood firmly, holding the nail sword in his hand and pointing it. The new pope in front of him.

  Lorenzo was thinking what would happen if he died here? After all, he is in a state of a ghost now, Fantie should not be able to kill a ghost like himself, right?

  What if? What if my consciousness is annihilated here? Will the body in the black angel lose its vitality like a vegetative, and can only lie in a hospital bed forever?

  Lorenzo can't figure it out clearly. For this power, without a mentor to guide him, he can only explore and tempt him alone.

  In the eyes of the new pope, the tomb guard suddenly laughed, spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped his eyes covered by the blood, full of fighting spirit.

  No, maybe death is just repatriation?

  Lorenzo also felt that he was a bit reckless going home this time. He didn't know how to return to the black angel. If he remembered correctly, the old Dunling was not so far away from the place of the seven hills.

  Of course, these are all opportunities to verify, as long as Lorenzo makes a mistake, he will be beheaded by the new pope, but before being beheaded, Lorenzo will try his best to test the new pope.

  He is a demon hunter, a demon hunter who does not know the faction and identity, and even said that he may have been corrupted by the demon, and the whole gospel church is now just a lie.

"come?"

   Lorenzo provocatively said.

  The new pope has no words or extra actions. He is a bit unable to understand the visitor today. They are usually silent and never respond to any words of their own, but simply perform the assassination action.

   "You... are a bit special," he said.

"Of course."

  Lorenzo refers to the pseudo-Holy Grail he is wearing, and Lorenzo still does not know what this thing can do, yet another unsolved mystery.

  But the chat was over. The new pope moved as soon as the voice fell, and his pure white robe flared up with fireworks, like a blazing pure white thunder, he was so swift and violent that he landed in front of Lorenzo in a blink of an eye.

  It was pressure like mountains. Although the contact time was so short, Lorenzo could feel that he was far younger than Lawrence and far more powerful than Lawrence.

   is not a very logical force, but a kind of desire. Human beings are driven by desire. The more greedy desire, the more human beings can burn, and he is like the scorching sun.

  Without any hesitation, Lorenzo lowered his body fiercely, avoiding the swept blade, and as it passed, the sharp buzzing filled Lorenzo's hearing.

This is not a sword attack that Lorenzo can parry, at least not with the mortal body of the tombkeeper. If Lorenzo does not dodge, but instead insists on it as before, this time it may cut more than the nail sword. , And Lorenzo's bones and flesh and blood, all shattered under that violent arc.

   A missed blow followed by the resurgence of the howling wind, the Demon Hunter reacted far more quickly than a mortal body, and Lorenzo could only find a chance to counterattack in this deadly crack.

He no longer expects to escape from the hands of the new pope. The body of a mortal is the biggest burden. Lorenzo, the new pope in his mission, can heal with the strength of the secret blood again and again. As long as you endure it once, the fragile body of the grave guard will die.

  Lorenzo does not know what will happen to him in the ghost state after being beheaded, but he must at least obtain more information before then, information on the power of the new pope.

The mortal body does not retreat but advances. In this deadly sword attack, Lorenzo slammed forward and stabbed the nail sword in his hand. This move is so familiar in the eyes of the new pope. Every hunting demon Sword skills of everybody.

  If he doesn’t react, this blow will go beyond his defense and hit him directly in the chest. In a mortal war, this blow can directly take the life of the enemy, but he is not a mortal, and there is secret blood in his body.

The new pope didn’t want to avoid it. He cut off the body of the tomb-keeper with a nail sword, and cut off his entire arm along his shoulders. The blood stained his robe, scattered on the pure white flowers, scarlet. Embellished with everything.

The violent pain was directly transmitted to Lorenzo's consciousness. He felt the same with this body, but after all, he was born as a demon hunter. Lorenzo's tolerance for pain was far beyond ordinary people, and even this did not change his sword. The direction of the blade.

The nail sword pierced the new pope straight. This time it was like a child's weak beating, that is, it did not cause any damage during the mission, and the falling blade had been raised again, the nail sword set off a fiery curtain of fire, and it rolled Those flying petals fell as gray ashes in the falling.

  This time it was a diagonal split, from top to bottom, which would cut down the head of the guardian of the tomb, and even said that it could be cut in half with a sword along his neck.

  But Lorenzo didn't care, and there was a slight smile on that stiff face.

  He got close enough.

The consciousness of the body's control over the body suddenly weakened, and synchronization began to lose rate, just like a running machine, each unit went down the line one by one, Lorenzo lost control of the body, but at the same time the weird phantom was like a rising soul. Get out of that flesh and blood.

  The new pope could see, the somewhat twisted and unrecognizable ghost, although vague, he could see it, just like the indescribable evil that came out of a black fairy tale.

  Lorenzo was very calm, and said that he had been mad a long time ago, but he had been mad for too long, but he was like a normal person.

  This trip back home gave him too many surprises, too much for him to think about, and there was no time to consider the consequences, so he made a crazy decision.

  Why not try to occupy the body of the new pope?

The illusory ghost rushed out of the shackles of the flesh. At such a close distance, the new pope had nowhere to hide. Lorenzo was about to succeed, and his hand touched his body lightly, and then easily Through.

  Lorenzo succeeded?

Without time to think, the body of the new pope collapsed strangely in the air, like the illusory setting sun, the molten wax oil, accompanied by the rising petals, blurred in the line of sight.

   "I caught you..."

   An icy voice sounded.

Lorenzo turned his head fiercely, but the target was the steel mask. In the deep darkness, the igniting fire seemed to directly penetrate the **** of dimensions, burning his soul with blazing heat, in endless pain. Lorenzo saw something in the white mansions.

It seemed that he lost all his strength for a moment, Lorenzo looked a little blank, and at this moment the new pope also slowly stretched out his hand. He knew that he could not touch Lorenzo and his will could not be killed by Fan Tie. Yes, but it can be replaced by a better will.

  The chaotic and distorted **** unfolds before Lorenzo's eyes, and the crazy illusion tortures lost souls.

  (End of this chapter)