Embers of Embers

Chapter 160 Massacre
It is still the lonely corridor, but it is different from before, it is no longer the almost endless distortion, and there is no weird hound, everything is normal, only the sober people have become different.
"Lorenzo! Lorenzo!"
Seliu kept shouting, but the demon hunter showed no response.
After carrying Seleu out of the room, the demon hunter fell into a coma within a few steps... It seemed that his cigarette was not very refreshing.
Damn it, at the most critical moment, this guy fell down instead.
Seleu managed to get up from under Lorenzo. Florend's potion was still working. Now she felt as if all her perceptions were amplified. She could see things clearly in the dark and hear things. Even the smaller voice, even the thinking was not affected by fear and became very rational.
But this increase brought a heavy burden. She could see the details of many things. Small sounds rang in her ears like thunder, and her thoughts couldn't stop rushing, as if there were countless people in her mind. whisper.
After her senses were enhanced, the amount of information Seleu received increased explosively. It was difficult for her unspecialized will to withstand the impact, so she struggled to persevere.
The will is like a small boat in the dark ocean. It can persist for a while when it is hit by heavy waves, but it may sink in the next second.
"Wake up!"
She dragged Lorenzo hard. Although she didn't know where the enemy was, Seliu knew very well that the mansion was now in danger.
He pulled Lorenzo's arm with all his strength, and only then did Seleu realize that the demon hunter was ridiculously heavy, and his weight was completely out of proportion to his body shape.
This is because of the silver-binding bolt in the body, which protects the demon hunter like a built-in metal skeleton. It is both an umbrella and a cage.
This is really an unspeakable feeling of powerlessness, Seliu can't do anything.
She felt so helpless, just like she did in Nalo, Gaul many years ago, but then Lorenzo would come to save her, but now?Who will come to save her?
There was a voice.
Someone seemed to be coming, and the sound of footsteps echoed on the stairs.
Seleu became alert, she tried her best to drag Lorenzo into the corner, and then picked up the Winchester.
She was familiar with the gun, and in order to appease the girl during the escape journey, Lorenzo told her many strange stories, including of course the poems on the gun.
Lorenzo said that this is a poem of courage, a poem of curses on death.
"Don't go gentle into that good night."
Seliu muttered, as if reciting this poem could really bring her courage.
With her finger on the trigger, she tried to breathe without making a sound. Fresh oxygen was poured into her lungs, just like the coolant of a steam engine, cooling the machine that was on the verge of collapse.
She gritted her teeth and forced herself to calm down.
Lorenzo had saved him a long time ago, and now it was him who saved him.
“The furious ones will catch and sing over the soaring sun.”
Like a devout believer, praying to the gods at the last moment.
But Seliu had no god to pray to, so she could only pray to herself, praying for the courage to tear through the darkness.
she whispered again.
“Even old age should burn and roar as the day draws to a close.”
Seleucid is no longer the beggar shivering in the cold wind, she is the Duchess of Stuart, Seleucid Stuart.
It's time to prove yourself.
The footsteps were like death coming slowly. It was coming. Just around the corner, Seleu held Winchester tightly and was about to rush out, but suddenly a big hand picked her up by the waist and grabbed her directly. He took the gun out of her hand and threw her behind him.
Lorenzo got up from the ground and returned from the chaotic [gap]. The demon hunter picked up the knight's sword and Winchester and stood in front of Seleu.
He continued Seleucid's verse by reciting.
"Rage, rage!"
Amidst the chanting, Winchester burst out with a louder voice. The bullet penetrated the wall directly and hit the target behind the corner through the wooden board.
This reminded Lorenzo of his days in the Demon Hunting Order, when he was like this, singing praises to the gods while sending demons one after another to hell.
"Rage, rage against the passing of the light."
Winchester emptied the ammunition, Lorenzo pulled the retainer, and he said with the soft click of loading.
"Follow me."
It was all as familiar as it had been when Lorenzo first met Seleucid.
follow me.
Seliu was startled for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
……
The enemies were not monsters, they were people one after another, holding weapons and walking in the darkness, but obviously they did not expect to encounter a demon hunter like Lorenzo.
Lorenzo frowned, the incident was more complicated than he thought, not only the existence of demons, but also the participation of other humans.
Beyond the corpse, the subsequent intruders also appeared at the top of the stairs. They fired directly at Lorenzo, squeezed the trigger, and poured out firepower towards the witcher.
The dense ammunition formed a large net of death. Once Lorenzo evaded in this corridor, Seleucus would be exposed behind him.
The intruders smiled in triumph, for it seemed to them that Lorenzo was dead.
There were blazing white fireworks rising in the darkness, and then the pouring ammunition hit some kind of metal material, causing constant sparks.
It was the terror deep in the dream. The pitch-black armor covered Lorenzo's body, and the twisted scales wrapped around him like entangled thorns, helping Lorenzo resist all the gunfire.
Without waiting for the invaders to react, Lorenzo quickly approached and waved his knight's sword.
It was not a well-forged sword, it was just an accessory to symbolize status. But in the hands of the demon hunter, it would be the deadly death sickle. The secret blood strengthened the demon hunter's body, and the tight muscles would Power is exerted on the blade.
Hit, cut down.
The intruder screamed, and the knight's sword directly cut off his entire arm. It stands to reason that the sharpness of the knight's sword could not cut through the solid bones. It was not so much that it was cut open, but by the mighty power of the demon hunter. was cut off abruptly.
Stay sane, stay angry.
Under the protection of armor, the situation turned into a one-sided massacre.
Lorenzo had no room to hide indoors, and neither did the intruders.
The sword blade struck directly on the intruder's head, cutting off most of the head without any hindrance. The body fell down weakly, revealing his companions behind him.
"Damn! Fire! Fire!"
Someone yelled and cursed. Under that command, dozens of kilograms of ammunition flew away, but at most they left shallow marks on the armor. The bullets were deflected by the beveled armor, and some ricocheted bullets hit themselves instead.
Simply waving, easily tearing apart one body after another, this is not an efficient way to kill an enemy, but it is enough to leave a huge wound on the body.
Spread fear, that's what Lorenzo wants to do.
Fear is the international language.
Like a walking meat grinder, the knight's sword easily cut off the severed limbs, blood and minced meat flying, the invaders screamed, they had never faced such an enemy.
At first some people tried to fire to stop Lorenzo, but then their morale collapsed, and in extreme fear, they began to flee.
Until the end, it was like a demon hunter venting his anger. He was pouring out his anger without any mercy. The sword he wielded took away one life after another, and there was no sound again.
The blood-stained hall was filled with corpses and sword marks. The dark knights stood in front of the only survivors, their faces twisted in horror reflected on the blood-stained sword blades.
"I think we can talk about it."
The demon hunter's voice was calm and emotionless, like the god of death demanding life.
(End of this chapter)