Ember Gun

  Chapter 444 Sacred Silver Trace

"How can this be?"

  Listening to Lawrence’s words, Lorenzo set off a huge wave in the depths of his heart.

  He slowly raised his hand and looked at the blazing fireworks under the scale armor. The light was so blazing, as if his torso had already turned into salaries and burned out under the protection of the armor.

   "Secret blood, the source of our strength, haven't you thought about the connection between us?"

  Lawrence was not eager to attack anymore, just like he taught in the Demon Hunting Order, he taught this young man who had already mastered the power but didn't know it.

  He is holding a nail sword and is in the burning sea of ​​fire. His figure is so majestic and suffocating.

   "After all, the power of the demon hunter is to usurp the power of the demon, and the alchemy matrix guides it out of the blood and controls it."

  Lorenzo's gaze slowly shifted to Lawrence, and he remembered what Merlin said to him when he was at the Black Mountain Hospital.

  What is power?

Is    an extraordinary force that cannot be explained, or is it a “phenomenon” that can be explained by existing knowledge.

  "The illusion of the nightmare, the stomach and the grass...These are more common demons, and there are some special existences that are difficult for us to see..."

  The burning monster, the mysterious silencer...There are still too many unknowns in this world.

  "In the final analysis, this power is not a sacred power. It originated from the secret blood, and it is as sinful as the secret blood. This thing is essentially the characteristics of the demon, and now we also have the power of the demon."

  Mortals would not do this level, unknowingly they have already been promoted to a higher existence.

"In essence, we are all members of the demons at this moment. Lorenzo is just a demon with a sense of reason. What kind of demons, powers, and gentle decorations are nothing more than gentle modifications. This cannot change our cruel and sinful nature. Nature."

  Lawrence's voice stopped. In fact, he had already said enough. Lorenzo on the high wall had already thought about everything at this moment.

  "Secret blood, power, demons..."

  Lorenzo muttered in a low voice, the secret blood in his body was extremely hot, but this crazy power could not interfere with him.

  He thought of the answer.

"Yeah... the answer has already been laid out before our eyes. The alchemy matrix will guide the power in the secret blood. In other words, in fact, everyone possesses a plurality of powers. Trapped by will and erosion, we are destined to use only one."

  This is where the weakness of mortals lies. Even if they become a demon hunter, this kind of will can only barely control and bear the power and erosion of a power.

The   Alchemy Matrix is ​​both a guide and a restriction, just like the silver bolt in the body.

  Recalling the process of the demon hunter’s gradual alienation, the resilience of the flesh and blood became stronger, the pure flames became more fierce, and the consciousness fell into madness... Isn't this characteristic a manifestation of power?

  Mighty Yanar, Mighty Michael...This power has long been manifested in the demon hunter, but it is too weak compared to the guided power, and it is ignored by people.

  As the Secret Blood's awakening level increases, these forgotten powers will gradually recover and return, and when they appear completely, it is when the Demon Hunter can't bear the erosion and die.

  Nearly immortal power, boiling fireworks, completely crazy consciousness.

Just like the threshold of Secret Blood awakening, the more you increase, the stronger the power, so there is more power to recover, but the moment they get the power, they have been sentenced to death, and their consciousness is irreversibly corroded, becoming A member of the demon.

  Under the critical breakthrough, Lorenzo's secret blood continued to improve, so he also gained the power of alienation, awakening this violent flame.

"Mighty Michael, leading out incomparably hot pure flames, the intensity of the flames is far stronger than that of ordinary demon hunters... Isn't this the strengthening of pure flames? This kind of power is used by those out of control demon hunters. It's reflected in the body."

  Lorenzo felt ridiculous for his hindsight, clearly that the information was so close to him, but he was unaware of it.

   "Isn't that the way to demonize? It strengthens the pure flames, strengthens the resilience of flesh and blood, strengthens the madness of will, and spreads the spread of erosion."

  These are powers, superimposed powers, broken roads that cannot be turned back.

  So what's the matter with yourself?

If this is the case, the mortal’s will can only control and bear the power and erosion of a power. The critical breakthrough made Lorenzo enter the demonization, and the demonization brought plural power. It stands to reason that he should also be out of control. But now Lorenzo is extremely sane, and erosion has no effect on him.

  Lorenzo thought of something.

   "So, is this the [voucher] and [sublimation]?"

  Lawrence in the sea of ​​flames nodded slightly, expressing affirmation.

   "Power Gabriel is your [voucher], and your will is [sublimated] the moment you get this [voucher]."

  When he saw the turbulent fireworks, Lawrence had already realized that Lorenzo also had the power Gabriel, and only in this way could he keep fighting wisely.

  Lorenzo thought he was hiding well, but he did not know that he had been exposed in Lawrence's eyes.

  Lawrence was very happy, he was very happy, and sometimes he would feel sad for his loneliness. After all, a person walking on this broken and ruined road would inevitably feel lonely, but now he has met another same person.

  This is too much to celebrate.

   "The …will [sublimated]."

  Lorenzo gradually understood everything, and Watson also said this to him, but in the face of countless mysteries, these fragmented pieces of information were not enough to support him to understand everything, but now he vaguely thought about it.

  Your own will is no longer the will of a mortal. It is a will that has been [sublimated], so I can resist the erosion of plural powers, so these powers will wake up one by one in my body.

  Lorenzo thought of something.

  It’s not that complicated. After all, isn’t this demonization?

  He is demonizing little by little, but the will maintains absolute sanity, causing the sticky darkness to wrap himself little by little.

  Then what is the end of this path of destruction and fragmentation, the end of darkness?

For a moment, a strange hallucination flashed in Lorenzo's eyes. He saw the pale angel slowly spreading its wings in front of his eyes, their cold and merciless faces leaning against him, and they stretched out their hands as if to welcome their ascension to heaven. .

"Do not!"

  Lorenzo growled, he swung the nail sword backhand and cut himself, the pain made him sober.

  That is not the kingdom of heaven, nor is it an angel.

  The silent one.

   "After all, we still know too little about secret blood and demons."

   Lawrence said slowly, he was not in a hurry to fight Lorenzo.

   "I used to be the same as you. I only thought that monsters were monsters and monsters should be killed. Gradually, I learned too many things, which made me feel terrified, Lorenzo Holmos."

  Lorenzo stopped making a sound, just quietly feeling the power in his body.

   drew out the nail sword that was nailed into the high wall, Lorenzo also fell into the fire, he and Lawrence wanted to look at each other.

   "So the deformity of the body is also a kind of power? Power Yanar, the mortal will can no longer restrain this power, so the power that is out of control makes the flesh and blood grow strangely."

  Lorenzo's voice is very calm. He knows that the witcher and the monster are of the same origin, but he never thought that the two are so similar, just like facing himself in the mirror.

  The flame was burning quietly, and the fireworks and gusts of wind were rolled up by the red spike sword.

   "Why, do you want to fight?"

  Lawrence raised his spikes at will to resist Lorenzo’s attack. After the critical breakthrough, he awakened Might Yanar... No, it’s not accurate to say that with awakening.

Abandoning those modified words, now Lawrence has only stepped into the demonization because of the critical breakthrough of the blood secret, and the resilience of flesh and blood has become extremely powerful, and this powerful embodiment is called Mighty Yana. you.

  With the blessing of this kind of undead power, it is difficult for Lorenzo to kill him.

  The Demon Hunter itself has a very strong resilience, and the so-called Power Yanar is not just infinitely strengthening the characteristics of this recovery, just like Power Michael.

   "You tell me the information, and I want to kill you are two things, there is no conflict between them."

  Lorenzo's voice was cold, the sword cut open Lawrence's body, and a raging fire ignited in the wound, but it failed to burn Lawrence to death. The dead flesh was washed away by the hyperplastic flesh and fell off with the burning flame.

   "It's a shame, we are the same kind...maybe the only kind in this world, I think we should be more peaceful."

Lawrence is like playing Lorenzo. After confirming that Lorenzo has been [sublimated], he feels that his gloomy heart is more open, but if Lorenzo still insists on blocking his way, Lawrence didn't mind killing this rare kind.

  Lawrence doesn’t need any kind, he just needs the sword in his own hand.

   "It's getting boring, please give me more surprises, Lorenzo, otherwise it will be too boring."

  Lawrence slashed with the sword, and the fissure exploded along Lorenzo's breastplate, the armor shattered, and the fireworks underneath instantly poured out and bombarded Lawrence's body.

  Under the endless white tide, I saw the powerful phantom approaching little by little, and Lawrence came facing the flames.

  The situation has reached a stalemate, and Lorenzo cannot effectively kill Lawrence. Under this undead force, the battle between the two of them has no meaning at all.

  Unless...fight in [Gap].

  Lorenzo thought so, but there was a burst of heart-piercing pain in his body.

His movements became stiff, and then his whole body seemed to be petrified. Lorenzo could feel the pain of his heart, which came from every inch of his body, as if there were countless insects gnawing on him in his body. Of flesh and blood.

   A little bit upward along the spine, and finally drilled out of the eye socket.

  【The bolt of silver binding begins to melt. 】

  A cold and fuzzy voice rang in his mind, and then the voice was completely broken.

   "Damn it, at this time."

  Lorenzo gasped violently, and fell uncontrollably.

  With the critical breakthrough of the secret blood, the silver-binding bolt in his body began to melt, and the molten holy silver was burning his body, killing him from the inside little by little.

  Lawrence looked at Lorenzo, who stopped moving. He was puzzled, and he was about to ask something, then he saw the wound he had just slashed out.

  The scar on Lorenzo's chest has a metallic luster, and the blood is mixed with metal dripping.

  "Have you not changed your body yet?"

   Lawrence asked.

   "Yes, I also found such a suitable body with the help of an epidemic doctor."

  Under the cultivation of epidemic doctors, they successfully bred a new body, a perfect body with the flesh and blood of the silent.

  Lawrence recognized the silver-binding bolt in Lorenzo's body. The old order has been destroyed. Lorenzo is different from him. Lorenzo does not have so many backup resources, and it is understandable without replacing his body.

   "That looks like I won."

  Lawrence shook his head helplessly. He suddenly had no intention to fight. This kind of victory was too boring for him.

  Lorenzo was not defeated by his own strength, but instead fell down because of the silver-binding bolt that gradually melted in his body, which was ridiculous.

  Like the demon hunters who died in the night of Saint Lin.

   Watching the panting body, Lawrence admired Lorenzo's pain, but suddenly he remembered something.

  "Do you want to give up hunting me? If you calm down the secret blood now, you may be able to prevent the meltdown of the holy silver, but the same, you who break through the border, but can't kill me."

  Lawrence suddenly found the place of fun again, like the devil of hell, he seduced Lorenzo.

  "Do you want to try? Cut your arms and torso to free the molten Holy Silver?"

  His voice is smiling.

"This is what I found when I was a patriarch and looked through the ancient books. Before, there were Yanar demon hunters who tried to defect. They thought they could resist the destruction of the Holy Silver through the power of power, so they cut their own Body, hit the steel nail with holes into the arm, and drain the holy silver in the body little by little."

  The voice sharpened, like the dead wailing in pain.

   "There is no turning back, they almost succeeded. In order to remove the holy silver from the body, they need more powerful power, but the more the secret blood is awakened, the faster the holy silver melts.

  The Holy Silver contained the power's resilience, and finally they were burned into an empty shell by the Holy Silver, and most of the Holy Silver had already flowed out.

   is so close, so close, they are about to win the bet. "

  Lorenzo did not respond to his ridicule, as if dead.

  Lawrence’s laughter froze, he enjoyed it so much, but Lorenzo did not cooperate with him so much.

Means nothing.

  But at this moment Lorenzo got up little by little, and the dark armor was peeled off one by one, revealing a face that was distorted by pain.

   "Then please wait a moment, Lawrence."

Lorenzo’s voice carried hysterical madness. He raised the nail sword, pierced his palm and pierced through the entire arm. The toothy voices continued to mess up, and the bones collapsed inch by inch. Mixed together.

The arm fell weakly, but at the same time there was liquid holy silver overflowing from the wound in the palm of his hand. Lorenzo slammed the hilt of the nail sword into the ruins in front of him, fixed his position and waved his arm down. , So that the other hand is also penetrated.

  "Intermission."

  Lorenzo said so, and then smashed his chest on the nail sword in front of him, twisting his body vigorously, gradually expanding the wound.

  The secret blood roared, and the holy silver in the body was almost boiling.

  He leaned against his body, blood of steel gushing out of the wound.

  Lawrence was stunned. He looked at Lorenzo who was so crazy, even if he was shocked by the hostility emanating from Lorenzo.

   "When I solve it, I will kill you."

  Lorenzo raised his head stubbornly, his eyes with a tide of malice.

  The blood and the sacred silver mixed together, they covered the nail sword little by little, and then cooled on it, like mottled pig iron, attached to the sword blade.

  Holy Silver destroyed Lorenzo's body, but the ascending secret blood was healing him.

  This is a gamble.

Once Lorenzo fails, 047's body will be completely destroyed, and he will have to [clearance] to escape the battlefield, but the person with the power Gabriel, not only him, he will be sniped by Lawrence, maybe it is true 'S dead here.

  But if you don’t do this, Lorenzo will not be able to kill Lawrence.

   Seleuc is right. He is a self-destructive person. Today's state of affairs has nothing to do with actions. It is just the simplest personal grievance.

  Only one person can leave here alive today.

  The secret blood sublimated the body, and the flesh and blood began to squirm, making Lorenzo step into the stage of demonization. They squeezed the flowing metal to reset the broken bones, and the more solid hardness increased on its surface.

  Gradually Lorenzo regained his strength, first with one arm, then another.

  Perhaps the suppression of the sacred silver has taken effect. Although most of the wounds have been healed, the scars on the palms of the palms have not been smoothed, just like the stigmata of the executed saints and the palms of the palms.

  Lorenzo stood up little by little, until the nail sword that had fallen into his chest was taken out, he grabbed the blade of the nail sword and pulled it out of the ruins.

  I was a little weak, the body was shaking, and there was a small amount of Holy Silver in the body, causing burning pain, but this had no effect on Lorenzo.

  Like Lawrence, Lorenzo embarked on the broken road and strode towards the end of darkness.

   "Ah... I really deserve to be my student."

  For some reason, Lawrence suddenly felt tears in his eyes at this moment, staring at the iron figure, as if he had seen Lorenzo's body.

  Lorenzo stepped forward, and then the figure was torn into flowing light and shadow.

  The sharp blade pierced through the air, extremely fast, almost no reaction time, when you see it clearly, you are already dead.

  This time even Lawrence couldn't dodge such a rapid sword, and the steel crumbled.

  The nail sword left with blood, and a hideous scar exploded on the neck. The wound was deeply visible, and Lawrence was almost beheaded.

  The pitch-black mask also shattered by the blow, revealing half of Lawrence's face, and that half of the face was also chopped by the blade of the sword, and the flesh was blurred, only the white eyes were still clearly visible.

  The pain deep in the bone marrow came from the wound. Lawrence's gaze did not waver, but slowly moved to the nail sword in Lorenzo's hand.

   "You wanted to do this?"

  Lawrence did not have the slightest anger, and his heart became more and more joyful, which was simply a surprise to him.

   "Yes, even if you don't tell me, I have to figure out a way to take out the holy silver, right?"

  Lorenzo was holding a spiked sword plated with holy silver and blood, and his body was covered with pitch-black armor layer by layer, and then a flame bloomed from the gap.

   "Only Holy Silver can suppress this immortality, and only this thing can kill you."

  Lawrence's laughter resounded under the mask. He couldn't think of any words of praise to describe Lorenzo. All he could do was hold the nail sword firmly and despair Lorenzo in the most powerful posture.

   "Come on, Lorenzo Holmos, you are a real demon hunter."

  Lawrence strode towards Lorenzo.

  Endless dust fell from the dark dome, and under the harsh sound of swords, one after another huge fissures appeared on the high wall.

  The church once turned into a war of demons. Perhaps the so-called gods really existed. Unable to bear this sacredness being desecrated so much, Yega Theater began to collapse in the raging fire.

  In the laughter of the demons, the end has come.

  (End of this chapter)