Embers of Embers

Chapter 184 The Nightingale and the Rose
The raging fire was burning, giving the cold night a bright red hue.
The dark armor held the nailed sword tightly and leaned on the ignited flames, softening the muscles stiffened by the cold.
The secret blood is constantly boiling, and non-human power is being exerted on this body. Lorenzo is now infinitely approaching the taboo critical point, heading towards the unknown fear.
Perhaps it was pain and excitement, but a hoarse growl came from under the armor.
This feeling is really good.
Lorenzo could clearly feel the power flowing in his body, as well as the molten heat.
The bolt of silver binding is melting and destroying. As the secret blood revives, it is gradually melting. When Lorenzo's power reaches the extreme, he will be killed by the sword of holy silver pierced from inside like Ed. .
This is the sanction coming from his body, the sword hanging high above his head.
Lawrence stepped forward slowly, hot breath exhaled from his mouth, the old body was full of vitality and bright red, the deformed sarcoma was also shaking slightly, and the closed eyes were trembling, as if they were about to open in the next second.
He holds two swords with fire burning on them. They are old but powerful. Although the lion is old, he is still a lion.
For a moment, it seemed as if the two of them were back in the wilderness in the [gap]. Lawrence was the same at that time, with his back to the sea of ​​fire, as if he was carrying the blazing sun.
Their blazing white eyes briefly looked at each other, and the two of them acted like evil spirits, causing a roaring wind.
The sword struck faster and faster, and in the end, only moving bands of light could be seen dancing wildly in the air, like thunderballs rolling in the clouds. Every impact made a harsh thunder, followed by sparks of fire.
The bright white nail swords swung in and out, like a heavy rain.
Lawrence laughed loudly and swung the blade even more swiftly.
It's been a long time since he's been fighting like this. The secret blood is rushing through the old body. The more he slashes, the more he can feel the youthful power. It seems that in this death battle, time is flowing backwards.
Everything seems to be back to the time a hundred years ago, when you could conquer the world with just the sword in your hand.
Lorenzo remained silent as the nail sword moved back and forth in his hands. He was able to block most of the attacks, but there were still a few sword strikes that finally passed through his defense and hit the armor. Although the number of strikes was Very few, but with Lawrence's terrifying power, the new armor began to become riddled with holes.
Lawrence is too powerful, and the more Lorenzo fights with him, the more he feels the sense of powerlessness. If the witcher is the ceiling of mankind, then Lawrence is the existence above all witchers.
The terrifying swordsmanship, Shang Da's salary that predicts the future, the near-immortal Holy Grail flesh and blood... This is simply a perfect demon hunter, with no flaws or weaknesses. Just as he said, Lorenzo has no chance of winning.
But...is this really the case?
Lorenzo turned his attack, stepped forward violently, and stepped directly into Lawrence's attack range without any cover.
There is no enemy that cannot be defeated.
Just like that demon, before the appearance of the demon hunter, no one believed that human beings could really fight against the unknown fear. In that ancient age, human beings could only bow down to the falling thunder, but they never thought that one day human beings would also Can hold the dazzling thunder in his hands.
yes!Lawrence can be defeated!The fear of the unknown can be killed.
As if to release his anger, Lorenzo roared and swung his sword. The sharp sword light directly broke through the continuous rainstorm. The sharp cold light pierced the seal of the sword blade, and a scarlet burst burst out on Lawrence's chest. seal.
The wound almost cut off half of Lawrence's body, blood and bone residue flew into the air, and the twisted flesh still had the luster of metal.
Lawrence's whole body leaned back, but he could not fall to the ground. He stood up slowly, with a ferocious laugh.
Countless tiny tentacles grew on the wound's cross section, and they pulled each other like sutures to heal the terrible wound.
Lorenzo didn't stop, and after shaking the blade away, he swung the sword directly back, and dropped it again. Thunder exploded, and the nailed sword in Lawrence's other hand deflected as he screamed.
Lawrence blocked Lorenzo's sword swing, twisted his hips and slashed again. The nail sword slashed across his abdomen. Although he was protected by the armor, the sword still severely injured Lorenzo. The armor collapsed, and the broken armor The piece penetrated directly into the flesh.
Lorenzo was shocked and took a few steps back. The strong armor was full of cracks, and blood gushed out from the gaps.
Lawrence did not pursue. He stood on the spot, pointing the nail sword in his left hand parallel to his elbow and pointing directly at Lorenzo. The nail sword in his right hand was raised high, making a slashing gesture.
At this moment, Lawrence is in his prime form. The flesh and blood of the Holy Grail has greatly strengthened his body, allowing him to reach that almost demonic body in human form.
Each hand carries great power, and a casual blow can break steel.
"Are you still planning something?"
Seeing that Lorenzo was reluctant to attack again, Lawrence asked with some confusion.
He is still extremely vigilant towards Lorenzo. This witcher is much more cunning than he imagined. If he had not been highly fused with the Holy Grail's flesh and blood, otherwise Lorenzo's scheme just now would have been true. It is possible to kill him.
Lawrence seemed to be unharmed in the explosion. In fact, he was close to death at that moment. The instant high temperature directly burned and carbonized his body. However, he carried the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail. As long as he had a chance to breathe, the terrifying The vitality will heal Lawrence as quickly as possible.
Although the strange face on the chest has not opened its eyes yet, Lawrence knows very well that the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail has its own instincts.
It knew very well that Lawrence was his host, and before the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail truly possessed Lawrence, they both prospered and suffered losses.
"How is that possible? Nothing can plot against you anymore. Now it's just my dying counterattack."
Lorenzo straightened his sword, and then a somewhat decadent voice came.
But even though he said this, his eyes burning with white flames were staring at Lawrence.
A short high-temperature explosion is indeed feasible, but due to the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail, it cannot completely kill Lawrence. Lorenzo needs a more sustained explosion until the speed of destruction exceeds the self-healing speed of the Holy Grail.
But obviously, Lorenzo knew that such information was useless now. Lawrence was already wary, and he would not give himself a second chance.
Thinking of this, Lorenzo couldn't help but laugh again. The situation was now somewhat clearer. He was no longer able to defeat Lawrence in frontal combat, and Lawrence was wary of the potential.
"You...feel intimidated, right?"
Lorenzo said slowly.
Lawrence is afraid. He is afraid of the trap that almost killed him. He is afraid that Lorenzo has such a back-up plan. This extremely proud guy finally has... fear.
Lorenzo had won, he had implanted the fear of the unknown into Lawrence's mind.
but……
"But, I still can't kill you."
Lorenzo suddenly laughed miserably, lowered the sword in his hand, and rushed towards Lawrence again the next moment.
The two figures intertwined in an instant, but this time Lorenzo did not attack and allowed Lawrence's sword to hit the armor. He passed Lawrence directly and ran towards the rear of the train.
Lawrence was also in a daze for a moment, and then he followed closely, but was blocked by the breath bomb that was activated again. The sea of ​​​​fire ignited, and Lorenzo had no follow-up means. He wanted to escape.
With a quick pace, he directly crossed several carriages, reached the rear of the car, slammed open the door fiercely, and then Lorenzo closed the door, and then a sharp nail sword pierced through it.
Lorenzo didn't seem afraid. He was clearly running away, but he seemed extremely relaxed, as if he were walking at home.
"Little nightingale, little nightingale."
He screamed.
He is indeed a good student taught by Oscar, but even at this stage, he still talks nonsense like an idiot.
"What a pity. My big tree can't beat him. He is really a monster."
Lorenzo was troubled, and then he found the little nightingale at the end of the carriage.
Seleu hugged herself into a ball in fear. The terrifying erosion had already enveloped the surrounding area. She only managed to wake up now because of the Florund potion injected into her by Lorenzo.
But even being so awake was like hell. The endless barking of dogs echoed in his mind. It was Seleu's deepest fear, which kept echoing.
This is demons, this is erosion. They will find your most vulnerable points, and then take them out and tear them apart repeatedly before your eyes.
"Lo...Lorenzo."
Seliu slowly raised his head and looked at the bloody demon hunter.
Lawrence was outside the car door. He was afraid that the car would be the same trap as before, so he didn't enter rashly.
Lorenzo didn't care about that, and sat directly beside Seleu, looking extremely tired.
"Is there any sugar?"
He asked suddenly, his mouth was full of the taste of rust, and Lorenzo felt a little uncomfortable.
But looking at Seliu who was trembling slightly with fear, Lorenzo shook his head and reached out to search, but in the end he only found a few remaining strange-flavored candies.
"You eat too fast."
As he spoke, he lightly knocked on Seliu's head, but after a brief pause, all the armor on his body shattered, exposing his blood-stained body.
The rising heat appears as white mist in the low temperature, just like the steam from overheated machinery.
Seleu almost suffocated.
The witcher's injury was far worse than it looked. Lorenzo didn't have the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail. His self-healing ability was far worse than Lawrence's. There were countless wounds on his body, the most serious being the blow to the waist and abdomen. The fragments of the armor cut deeply into it like sharp knives.
"You're right, Seliu, I am indeed a person who lives on anger... I can't help it, revenge is really a top-notch thing."
"This thing is like a hallucinogen. When you are in anger, you clearly feel that you are alive."
He chewed the candy, and the strange taste spread in his mouth. Lorenzo didn't even look at Seleu, looking at the dark steel as if talking to himself.
"His target is you... Actually, there is another plan now."
Seliu's voice sounded slowly, "Kill me, right?"
Lorenzo nodded seriously.
"Lawrence doesn't have much time. The more the Holy Grail heals him, the deeper he merges with the Holy Grail... He is about to be swallowed by the Holy Grail. As long as I hit him hard one more time, I might succeed."
This is also one of Lorenzo's plans to kill Lawrence, but judging from the current situation, it is already difficult to implement.
"But he has become vigilant. The entire operation has failed. All I have to do now is stop the loss."
He looked down at Seliu, the remaining visor covering his face, and Seliu could only see the emotionless fireworks.
"You are the link between that memetic pollution. As long as you die, all his attempts will be in vain. But once you are captured, with you as the hub, the erosion will swallow countless people."
"So you came back with all your life just to kill me?"
Seliu felt a little ridiculous.
"Maybe. Maybe I change my mind and run away with you?"
Lorenzo also laughed as he spoke. He knew very well that this was just bullshit. Now they were dozens of kilometers away from the nearest town. Even if Lawrence couldn't catch up with them, they would be frozen to death in the blizzard.
This is Lorenzo's carefully chosen battlefield. If he wins, it will be Lawrence's grave. If he loses, it will be Lorenzo's own... Seleu will be buried with him at most.
"Of course. Or maybe we all die together and bathe in the magma of hell together? I don't know if the baths in hell are mixed bathing for men and women."
Lorenzo said with some yearning.
"I'm going to heaven, you bastard."
Seryu cursed angrily.
But what followed was silence, the sound of wind, the roar of the engine, the scream of the nail sword gradually tearing apart the car, and the sound of the two people's heartbeats at this moment.
"Little Nightingale...I need a red rose."
Lorenzo recalled the words in the story, he begged.
Seleucid is Lawrence's only target. This is the capital for Lorenzo and Lawrence to deal with, looking for opportunities to counterattack.
Lorenzo slowly raised the nail sword.
"Will you hate me? Seleu."
"I will pay you back what I owe you," Seleucid replied. "Without you, I would have died in Nalo, Gaul. In comparison, I have to thank you. Thanks to you, Mr. Holmes, I have been able to live this long." It’s been a long time.”
She tried her best to ridicule and said with a venomous tongue.
"Oh oh oh! That's such an honor!"
Lorenzo replied shamelessly.
His voice was very excited, but his eyes were very tired. Lawrence was ridiculously strong, and his hands were already numb from the high-intensity sword fighting. Lorenzo could not even feel the existence of his arms. He could only keep Keep the nailed sword within your field of vision so that you can judge with your eyesight that you have not let go of the sword.
"Do you want to reminisce about the past? I think it's like this in all the stories. Everyone recounts the past and confesses to each other, and then dies happily."
"Do you need it? I am here as a priest. Mass before death is also one of my professional skills, although generally speaking, demons do not need it."
He continued to talk bad words and pretended to make the sign of the cross on his chest, as if he was reluctant to let this girl die. If he said more words, she would live a few more minutes.
"I……"
Seleu was about to say something, but was quickly interrupted by Lorenzo.
"I forgive your sins in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit."
The pastor also frowned at Seliu. After so many years, he has never forgotten what he learned in the Demon Hunting Sect.
"Well, after all, we are related, so there is no need to go through the procedures. My sword is very fast, and I can go to heaven after just sleeping."
Hearing what he said, Seliu laughed angrily.
"Are you sending me to heaven with your own hands?"
"Then please remember to give me a good review." Lorenzo said, "What if God really exists, and seeing me working for him and killing demons for so many years, he might even drag me to heaven with him? "
As if he thought of something damned, Lorenzo patted Seleu on the shoulder, acting like a good brother.
"At that time, everyone can take a bath together in the lava... ah no, it's the holy water!"
The cheerful voice gradually died down, the bad words stopped there, and Lorenzo looked sad.
Finally, he stood up slowly, with the nail sword hanging on Seliu's head.
"Actually... there is no God, right? There is no world after death."
Seliu asked somewhat innocently.
Lorenzo nodded numbly and repeated what he had said to Sabo.
"Death is death. There is no heaven or hell, just eternal peace."
He glanced at Seleu one last time.
"Some things can only be decided when you see them in front of you... Do you have any last words?"
Seliu didn't speak. He thought carefully that he really didn't have any last words to say, words of advice to his friends, unfinished ideals, or some reluctance.
In fact, there was nothing at this time. She had no family or friends. The only demon hunter who could be regarded as a friend was preparing to send her to heaven with his own hands... Seliu could not think of anything. She suddenly realized that she was like this Lonely.
Death is obviously so deep and serious, but it seems so funny under Lorenzo's auspices.
She shook her head, and before she could even say goodbye, Lorenzo picked up the nail sword and slashed fiercely, and Seleu closed his eyes tightly.
For a moment all the sounds disappeared and the whole world fell silent.
Deafening.
(End of this chapter)