Embers of Embers

Chapter 171 Deathmatch
"Plan? Wait! What a plan!"
Kestrel immediately became confused. Wasn't it a meeting?Didn't the plan come up during the meeting?Why did this start!
But Lorenzo didn't have a chance to explain. He just threw out the folding knife. The slightly heavy feeling was not bad.
"It's okay, anyway, you won't know much to keep it secret, so just inform Arthur."
"Then what are you doing?"
Kestrel looked at Lorenzo's murderous look and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Do what I have to do."
He replied, secret blood surging.
Power beyond that of ordinary people was endowed to this body. The secret blood flowed restlessly in the blood vessels and continued to proliferate, rewriting the human body into the power of demons.
Then the gray-blue pupils trembled slightly, and a white flame rose from the deep bottom.
Dean Lawrence's target is Seleu. Although he doesn't know what the value of this unlucky child is, if he invades, it must be her.
Just sit on the sidelines and wait for the rabbit, of course, the premise is not to be succeeded by Dean Lawrence.
Lorenzo ran straight away, and under the explosive force, his hurried footsteps came from the corridor, as if some monster was moving forward.
In fact, this was beyond Lorenzo's expectation. He did not expect that Reverend Lawrence would come so quickly, and another surprise was that Reverend Lawrence could invade this place.
According to Metanzo's explanation, the passage through the [Gap] requires erosion as a beacon, so at this moment there is something or someone in the mechanical courtyard that is exuding the erosion of Dean Lawrence.
The person being used as a springboard has been around for a long time, but is only now being revealed.
As expected of an old monster who has lived for an indeterminate amount of time, Dean Lawrence must have made a plan long ago.
Whether it is Lorenzo, the Purification Agency... or even the Evangelical Church, they are all in Father Lawrence's script, moving forward according to his ideas and making the story develop.
A rapid siren sounded, echoing in the steel fortress. The large lift shaft connected to the perpetual pump was completely closed. Then countless gates fell, sealing the entire fortress and completely isolating it from the outside world.
This is a countermeasure negotiated by Lorenzo and Arthur. Dean Lawrence can use the [gap] as a springboard, then he can spread among the crowd like a virus. Now he is completely isolated from the outside world. Even if he cannot be caught, All the beacons he inserted into the purification mechanism must also be removed.
It can be said that Dean Lawrence is now trapped in this fortress, and he is living in the body of some unlucky man.
Dense scales formed on the body surface, and the dark and solid armor was layered on Lorenzo's body. Finally, like the darkness wrapped around him, it completely engulfed him, and pale fireworks surged through the gaps in the armor.
Rushed through the last corner, only one step away from the room where Seliu was.
Perhaps hearing the heavy footsteps, Seliu was standing at the door and looked to the side curiously. Then she saw the dark armor raising its blade.
"Look down!"
he shouted.
Seleu complied almost instinctively, followed by a gust of wind, the metal cut through the air, and the mixed screams were deafening.
She didn't know what happened at all, until after all the lightning and thunder passed, she slowly raised her head and looked to the other side.
At some point a soldier approached the door, but was blocked by Lorenzo at the last moment.
The black knights blocked each other like a city wall. Without the blessing of secret blood, the soldier's ordinary body could not compete with Lorenzo. He decisively raised the muzzle of his gun and fired at Lorenzo. The speeding bullets hit the dark ground. The armor was splashed with flying sparks.
The folding knife slashed down with Xiao Feng. Although his body was not strong enough, the soldier barely managed to dodge the first round of close attacks, but the second knife came even faster.
Almost instantly, the sturdy folding knife cut off the rifle in the soldier's hand. Because of the violent impact, the soldier failed to hold the weapon and his arms were blown away.
Lorenzo directly strangled his neck and slowly lifted him up.
"Priest Lawrence?"
A dull voice came from under the visor, with a ferocious smile.
"You learned well."
After a brief silence, the soldier's voice was distorted, but vaguely discernible.
After knowing the purpose of Dean Lawrence, he can easily determine where he is going.
The body he was attached to now was just an ordinary person, and Dean Lawrence could not do anything. But with a burst of weird laughter, the soldier put his hand on Lorenzo's arm with strength that came from nowhere.
"So have you learned this?"
The next moment, there was a sharp pain in my mind. It was so familiar, just like what Lorenzo had experienced before. Sure enough, all this was caused by Dean Lawrence.
But there was a smile in Lorenzo's ferocious pain.
"Just what I wanted, Dean Lawrence."
The witcher said this, instead of resisting the pain that came over him, he instead welcomed it.
The corridor began to collapse, all the sounds were stretched and distorted, common sense was defeated, and the laws of physics were rewritten. The scenery in the field of vision was like a broken Wanhua mirror. Countless broken mirrors reflected the weirdness of the world until the end. There was a gust of cold wind blowing through, sweeping everything away.
When his eyesight returned again, it was a completely different scene.
It was a vast and boundless wilderness, as if a battle had just ended here. Dead bodies were everywhere, little flames of war were slowly burning among the ashes, and half-burned hay was blown up by the wind and disappeared quickly.
The scorching sun had already ended, half hidden under the clouds, dyeing half of the sky bright blood red.
Lorenzo was a little confused at first, and then he clenched the weapon in his hand. He looked at the figure under the setting sun. His shadow was stretched infinitely, almost swallowing the earth.
"So this is your [gap]?"
Lorenzo asked as a voice sounded from under the dark visor.
Dean Lawrence did not answer in a hurry. Instead, he admired the scenery that no longer existed. He sighed as if he was remembering the past, but then he clenched the nail sword in his hand, his eyes full of praise.
"Yeah, sure enough, I still don't fully understand the power of [Gap], otherwise I wouldn't be countered by you... How did you do it?"
"Just an inspiration, an inspiration that inspires."
Lorenzo answered.
"When you invade, does it mean that I can also use this to find your location, your [gap]?"
"Just like the fishing line, be careful of being overturned by a big fish."
A mocking laugh came from under the dark armor.
Slowly raising the pocket knife, the woman's face was reflected on the smooth blade, Watson looked at Lorenzo with a smile, she was always like this, silent.
Like the curse walking around, the pain in the wound, she reminds Lorenzo all the time.
"So this is the battlefield I want."
Lorenzo muttered to himself.
It doesn't involve anyone, no soldiers, no Arthur, no Seleu, just him and Dean Lawrence, no one involved, no worries, just their one-on-one fight to the death.
"Come on, teacher, let me show you how my recent studies are going."
He said with some ease, looking at the old man walking slowly, his back turned to the setting sun, as if he was carrying the blood-stained sky.
(End of this chapter)