Embers of Embers

Chapter 127 Medanzo
It was a torrent that ran through the field of vision. The surging whiteness was like a living dragon. The scattered sparks turned into flickering particles and danced wildly. As Lorenzo swung his sword, a white explosion was detonated.
The pure flames rose wantonly, and the burning range swept across the entire courtyard in an instant.
Since the sword strike cannot hit accurately, it is better to continuously expand the killing range to a position where Dean Lawrence has no way to avoid it.
The scarlet figure in the pure white sea of ​​​​fire burned, and the secret blood of Dean Lawrence also rose with it. He had not swung the sword so hard for a long time, and his old body was like a dust-covered machine in the warehouse. He used force again It started to rotate, shaking off dust and iron filings.
The dazzling light of the nail sword struck Lorenzo's armor twice, but this time Dean Lawrence's swing of the sword failed to shake Lorenzo at all.
This is his power, the power that bears the name of the angel Metanzo.
In the "Gospel", he is the angel who is closest to the throne and God, and enjoys countless honorable titles, and the demon hunter of Medanzo, like him in the "Gospel", guards the heaven on earth. outside.
Simple and pure power, unlike the branch of Shang Da's salary, which has the weird ability to predict the future, nor does it have the endless brilliance like Michael. He is just a simple iron armor, but it is such a dark and heavy thing. Enough to stand upright in the torrent, that unshakable despair suppresses all enemies.
With Watson's blessing, the secret bloods cheered. In the final analysis, the demon hunter is just a human being bleeding the blood of demons, but now the demon's will has also joined this body. The perfect demon will rules the secret blood, moving towards That darkness goes further.
[The secret blood has awakened by 30%, reaching the critical value. 】
【warn!warn!warn! 】
The Silver Bolt roared in my mind, but its voice soon dissipated. Watson's power and Lorenzo's were approaching perfect integration. Under her weird mystery, it was not surprising what happened. .
"Finally caught you..."
The voice in his throat began to twist, and Lorenzo looked furious.
Continuous sword strikes could not stop Lorenzo's progress. The pitch-black armor was the best shield, and he moved forward with the sparks that kept bursting out.
Dean Lawrence was half-kneeling on the ground. The nailed sword above his head was already full of cracks, and the burning sword stood upright above it like daylight.
Looking at the cheeks illuminated by the white light, Lorenzo let out a hoarse laugh.
Even after so long, Lorenzo can still clearly remember what happened that night. The entire Seven Hills fell into a surging sea of ​​fire, as if hell had descended on this sacred city, and all the glory and miracles were destroyed. Ruthless blasphemy.
At that time, he was just a guard on duty, guarding outside the Saint-Naro Cathedral with his secret blood flowing. Behind him was the magnificent building, the Kingdom of Heaven on earth.
But no one could have imagined that this destruction would erupt from within the Kingdom of Heaven, stemming from the breakthrough of the mysterious [Messiah]-level containment object.
That was something only recorded in history books, but now it appeared in reality, and the entire night sky was burned blood red, just like tonight.
Lorenzo was helpless in that despair. He didn't even know the whole story. He was just dragged away, and finally lived in the old Dunling.
In fact, things couldn't have gotten that bad. Although it was the first recorded breach of a [Messiah]-level containment object, most of the demon hunters were stationed at the Seven Hills at that time, and the Demon Hunting Order was fully capable of controlling it. situation, but at that critical moment, Dean Lawrence was missing.
In fact, it was not just Dean Lawrence. At that moment, it seemed that the entire Evangelical Church had betrayed the demon hunters. The Knights Templar surrounded the Seven Hills but refused to enter to meet the enemy. The Temple of Stasis remained silent in response to the call of the demon hunters. There was no response, but the Pope still failed to lift the restrictions of the silver bolt.
Multiple mistakes led to the greatest tragedy. That night, the Seven Hills was like a death arena, leaving only the demon hunters fighting against the mysterious containment object.
Lorenzo roared, not only for his own revenge, but also for those who died inexplicably. In fact, during the operation in Ende Town, he really understood Ed's confusion, but life is like this. , always full of twists and turns.
The whipping wind and the pale whiteness of the sword's blade.
Dean Lawrence's speed slowed down for the first time. Rather than slowing down, it was the first time that he did not exceed Lorenzo's speed.
The dim red robe became scarlet as Reverend Lawrence bled, but then Reverend Lawrence's figure quickly turned around and struck Lorenzo heavily in mid-air, but just like the unshakable theocratic guard, , that strong armor no longer had any cracks this time.
The next moment, the heavy armor successfully hit Dean Lawrence, and then like a chariot, Lorenzo suppressed him and pushed him into the wall.
The castle of the manor also has a long history. It may have been influenced by the Holy Gospel Papal State during the construction period. The internal architectural style is very inclined to this. The huge columns top the curved dome. During the Glorious War, it was It was also used as a military fortress, but now this historical wall that can withstand heavy artillery was easily knocked open by Lorenzo, and the battlefield moved from the courtyard to indoors.
Pure flames surged in the narrow space, like a pure white furnace, and the knights' armor on both sides of the corridor melted in the flames, like the dead.
In this room, Lorenzo's wide-ranging offensive was restricted, but similarly, Dean Lawrence's weird speed also had limitations. This was Lorenzo's tactic.
From the beginning of the battle until now, Dean Lawrence has not used his own authority, and the battle with Lorenzo has only relied on the ghost's speed and sword skills.
Although he was suppressed by Lorenzo, he still controlled the rhythm of the battle. Coupled with the age that he lived for an unknown period of time, Lorenzo could not imagine that he would have any trump card.
Dean Lawrence was silent, his figure stepped on Lorenzo's rugged armor and stood up, trying to jump up and strike his head directly, but the narrow space limited his speed, Lorenzo did not even swing his sword, but He raised his fist and hit it directly.
With the roaring impact, the stone bricks above Lorenzo's head were shattered, and the entire area was collapsing. Dean Lawrence climbed up from the gap while it was being shattered.
Dust and fireworks were everywhere, obscuring Lorenzo's vision, but he did not stop. He followed Dean Lawrence to the second floor, but countless demons rushed towards him from behind.
I really didn't expect that there were monsters here. Lorenzo thought that he had killed all the monsters when he released the net flame in the courtyard, but he didn't expect that there were many monsters hidden here.
But this is not a cause for concern. In Lorenzo's current state, monsters like this do not pose any threat to him at all. At this moment, he is the walking god of death, and the attacks of those monsters are just moths to the flame.
But suddenly a scarlet figure appeared among the demons.
"Lawrence!"
Lorenzo roared and smashed down the sword blade. Dean Lawrence seemed to want to blend in with the demons to attack him. The sword slashed down, but it was the demon in red robes that died.
Without any warning, the sharp nail sword slashed down from top to bottom, and a series of sparks erupted on Lorenzo's spine, with a harsh and shrill sound.
"It's so strong..."
Dean Lawrence looked at the sword mark on the armor, which was just a shallow white mark.
He didn't know how Lorenzo did it. It was clear that the secret blood had not awakened any further, but his armor had become stronger and stronger. If the armor had been as hard and strong as it was at the beginning, Dean Lawrence's sword could not only cut through it. The strong armor can also cut off Lorenzo inside.
Just like hunting prey, cut open the fur and flesh, as well as the more important spine inside.
"Or do you think I'm old?"
Dean Lawrence murmured to himself, looking at Lorenzo who turned around, with a regretful understatement in his voice.
It is not enough for a person to be dissatisfied. Even if the secret blood surges in his body, this secret blood has lived with him for too long. Dean Lawrence is not sure whether there is such a thing as secret blood and there is such a concept as an old saying, but Even if one does not age, one's will will gradually grow old.
Dean Lawrence never forgot his ideal. Relying on it, Dean Lawrence survived the loneliness of the years. If there was any change, the anger of his youth was gone, and instead he was as cautious and indifferent as an old fox.
Sometimes I am quite envious of young people like Lorenzo, whose fire is still burning brightly.
A sharp sword flashed, but this time the hand wrapped in black armor tightened.
In the burning sea of ​​​​fire, Dean Lawrence was a little surprised. Lorenzo's previous offensives had traces, and even his fighting thoughts were easy to guess. After all, he came from the Demon Hunting Order, and all his knowledge of fighting came from Reverend Lawrence.
But now that new skills had appeared, he didn't even think that Lorenzo would give up the offensive first to disarm him.
Lorenzo hissed.
Since all of his skills come from Dean Lawrence, there is no need to use those learned by the Demon Hunting Order. He can just fight with his own will, just like a wild beast, fighting with instinct.
An unshakable force came from the nailed sword. Lorenzo directly pulled the nailed sword close to Dean Lawrence, and the big sword came down like a hammer.
The tremble of metal hit the eardrums, it was simply a symphony of iron.
Splashing dust and fireworks once again obscured his sight. Lorenzo didn't know if he had hit Dean Lawrence, and he was still holding the nailed sword firmly in his hand. Judging from the feeling from the other end, Dean Lawrence was still restrained in front of yourself.
So like a mad rhinoceros, the heavy armor like a chariot once again withstood Dean Lawrence in front of his sword, crashing through layers of walls, and finally even the huge stone pillars under the dome.
For an ordinary person, this continuous impact would have been enough to crush him into a pulp, but Lorenzo still refused to stop. This was not enough, and it was not enough to kill each mysterious priest.
The figure of the chariot crashed out of the castle and returned to the rear courtyard. The smoke and dust cleared. Dean Lawrence was holding the sword tightly, covered in blood, and looked extremely embarrassed.
But Dean Lawrence still didn't let go of the nailed sword. Unlike Lorenzo, Medanzo's power can derive weapons from the armor. For example, the big sword in Lorenzo's hand is not so much a blade as it is a sword. It is said to be a piece of sword-shaped armor. It has vitality, and new metal is constantly growing under the cracks.
The nail sword in his hand was Lawrence's only weapon. Before the attack fell, he twisted the nail sword hard. The strong sword body broke apart under the influence of two strange forces. He dragged the broken sword back. But the burning iron cavalry didn't want to let him go.
The black and scarlet figures crisscrossed back and forth, sparking brilliant sparks in the collisions, and the last staggered blows set off thousands of fireworks.
The two slowly retreated and stopped at both ends of the courtyard, just like the intermission of a deadly battle. The green lawn had long been scorched, and the ashes were flying like fibrous grass.
The secret blood has reached the critical value, 30% awakening level, which is the last limit that Lorenzo can control. Once the critical value is exceeded, Watson will most likely break through the containment due to erosion.
But this is not enough. He is different from the senior who died early. He is a peerless man who can accommodate Watson in the true sense. Watson will be perfectly imprisoned in his body, like a battery, constantly providing him with energy. power.
Thinking of this, Lorenzo couldn't help but smile bitterly. After all, he was the boss of Metanzo the demon hunter, or... you could call him Metanzo, although he didn't like this name very much.
Demon hunters have different branches based on different powers. Each branch is named after an angel, and the most perfect weapon among them will be named after an angel, just like Michael who was besieged to death by the Knights Templar. .
"What a terrifying power. Why not try to continue awakening the secret blood? You could have done better."
Dean Lawrence held the mottled nail sword and looked at the demonic black knight at the other end. He could clearly distinguish the degree of awakening of Lorenzo's secret blood. He didn't understand why it only stayed at 30%. Renzo has just awakened to 60% and entered the second stage of demonization. Perhaps Dean Lawrence will be suppressed or even killed the moment they fight.
But he didn't, as if he was afraid of something.
"I'm starting to think you look like someone."
Dean Lawrence stared at Lorenzo. He did not break through the critical value, but suddenly gained such a powerful power. No, this is not even a power. He just became more comfortable with the application of secret blood. The power of the beast. For once it is no longer driven by human will, but by the beast itself.
The rugged armor trembled slightly and then cracked. Material like iron filings began to peel off, just like the molting of some kind of creature. The old armor fell, and beneath it was a new material that was stronger, heavier, and more harsh.
"Death?"
A distorted voice of ridicule came from under the armor. For a moment, Dean Lawrence was a little unsure whether the life under the armor was human. It was like a ghost wearing armor and traveling from the distant past to seek revenge on him. .
(End of this chapter)