Embers of Embers

Chapter 38 The Desperados
Lorenzo's body was covered by a naked armor, but compared to the armor, it was more like a swarm of entangled snakes climbing on his body, intertwined with each other, and turned into this strange armor , blazing white fireworks poured out from the gaps in the armor, as if what was under the armor was not a body of flesh and blood, but a divine body made entirely of flames.
"Saab, to kill a demon you must not only destroy the heart, but also the brain."
A muffled voice rang in his ears, the flaming blade swung down easily, and the bound arm snapped.
The wound cut by the sword blade was not a flat cut surface, but pitch-black coke. The extreme high temperature destroyed all the cells the moment it fell, and turned into floating ashes.
Then the light from the sky pierced all the darkness.
Lorenzo stood on the wooden pile bathing in flames, and with the high temperature, the surroundings under his feet were being burned, and his injuries were being healed. Although the speed was not very fast, Lorenzo would not die for the time being.
This is the power of the monster. Even if the brain of the monster is destroyed, the body will act instinctively, and the heart is destroyed, the body can also fight for a period of time under the drive of will, even a secret blood like Lorenzo Those with high purity can be directly cured by force, but the price is a bit expensive, but compared to life, these are worthless.
"Is this a glimmer of hope in a box?"
Looking at the soothing light, Sabo's eyes filled with tears.
"After all, you are still different from me. What I got from the secret blood is such a twisted body, but you can be so sacred..."
In the end, even the unknown secret blood rejected Sabo. It was obvious that he and Lorenzo had the same blood, but the final result was completely different. The weird body slowly rolled up and his head lowered, like a disappointed child. .
"It's just false sanctity."
The snakes climbed up Lorenzo's neck, sucking the blood, and in return the strong snake scales became his armor.
The flaming flaming sword hung low, and Lorenzo arched, a harbinger of sword strikes.
Dawn is coming, illuminating everything and leaving no room for darkness. But just like the last carnival before death, it is also the darkest before dawn, the extremely deep night, the last counterattack from the shadows.
The rock wall above the head becomes dry, and all the water droplets are evaporated. It is the fire from the top. Under the work of the purification mechanism, the fire has burned to the bottom. Whether it is a demon or a human, in that fatal There is no chance of survival under the high temperature. The body turns into charcoal inch by inch, crushed into light ashes, and finally sleeps under the earth.
The whole world is crumbling, and the fragile underground palace is collapsing layer by layer. Just like an old man, the organs of the body are decaying one by one. It is going to die. Soon, the lowest level will soon be destroyed by the stone bricks above. Crushed, there was not much time left for the two of them. Countless gravel and dust fell, causing ripples on the water. Only one of them could leave alive.
Therefore, the mottled stabbing sword penetrated the heavy dust, and the scarlet eyes were jealous of Lorenzo. He was jealous of everyone in the world. The sharp sword and the fire sword were cut together, and the dark gray metal was burned red by the high temperature. The blood dripping on it also evaporated in an instant.
"No one can decide his own origin, but he can decide the future!"
Sabo screamed, his body was already that deformed monster, but he still felt that he could survive, he would definitely survive, this was his only wish.
Lorenzo fought with him with swords. To this extent, sword skills were no longer important. It was just a skill for killing people, but it was not a sharp blade for slaying demons.
There is no skill at all, the two are like primitive monsters, fighting in the purest way, the stabbing sword cuts on the solid snake scales and bursts out dazzling sparks, leaving deep sword marks, and the burning blade burns the evil body, but the proliferating flesh and blood quickly replaced the dead part.
Like the ouroboros that devours its own tail, dies and regenerates until one falls.
"There's no chance for Saab. There's no chance to change a lot of things when you make a decision."
Lorenzo said indifferently.
Everything tonight stems from that sacred coffin, and the changes in the underground palace stem from the doctor related to it. Lorenzo has dealt with many such cases, and he knows very well that the doctor left secret blood, The large-scale spread of secret blood caused those humans to turn into monsters, and Sabo was the only one among them who could maintain his sanity.
No, maybe he did this just for the sake of the secret blood. His deformed body had long been unable to support himself, and only the secret blood could bring him a turn for the better.
The fire sword struck continuously, like a blacksmith's hammer, striking steel and fire crazily.
Lorenzo pushed Sabo back, and then followed up again. The surface of the water was boiling with mist, which reflected hideous shadows and lights.
There was another roar, the collapse was approaching, and this time Lorenzo swung his sword with all his strength, and the red-hot stabbing sword broke apart amid the roar.
That was the sword that had been with Sabo for many years. It finally broke today. He grabbed the broken sword head, and the proliferated flesh and blood wrapped around it. Then he stabbed Lorenzo, and the sword blade inserted into the small gap in the armor. , cutting deep into the flesh.
Sabo opened his mouth and bit Lorenzo's body with his sharp teeth. He no longer had a sword, but he still had sharp teeth and strong arms. He would bite Lorenzo's throat. The arms would drown him in the water.
He hasn't lost yet, he can continue.
The rock wall above their heads finally couldn't withstand the weight and began to collapse. Countless gravel fell down, completely destroying the underground river. The fight between the two was interrupted by this sudden change. The river water swept them and hit the bulge at the bottom of the water. of rocks, and finally sank.
At the bottom of the dark water, the blazing fire was still burning. The figures of the drowning people twisted together like crazy before death. After a short pause, they fought each other in the rushing water. It was no longer a battle between humans. It was more like a beast.
Heavy gravel pressed on them, and dark red blood gushes out from the gaps in the armor and flesh, drifting with the current, hitting the surrounding rock walls under the huge drop.
Sabo bit Lorenzo with his sharp hands and fangs. The black iron armor withered one by one like scales, and the blazing fire was released from it. The burning staff and sword repeatedly strangled Sabo's abdomen, killing him continuously. Resurrected again.
Whimpering and roaring, he strangled Lorenzo's head tightly, refusing to let go even if the overflowing fireworks burned his palms. He held him down like an iron pincer, pressing him down and hitting the bulge on the bottom of the water. .
Lorenzo's offensive suddenly froze, as if something was blocking him, preventing him from completely "mutating", and the flames were extinguished, but in the end Lorenzo broke free from Sabo's restraints in the water, without caring at all. The injuries on the body, the burning palm tightly hugged Sabo's head, and then the high temperature evaporated everything.
In the confusing and turbid blue world, there are constant glimmers of light, but the huge water flow still sweeps away everything.
At the end of the entangled fight to the death, it seemed that both of them were exhausted, suffering from blood loss and injuries, the cold water and suffocation. They weakly let go of each other and were rushed to the edge of the sewer exit together.
There was no grand finale, just two people washed ashore like dead dogs.
It probably took a few seconds or a few minutes before one of the bodies finally started to move again. His twisted palms grasped the edge of the shore. Sabo climbed up the shore with difficulty. He gasped for breath, and the flesh and blood in his abdomen twisted and squirmed. Cold air filled his lungs, and tears couldn't help but flow down. Although it was painful, he was still alive, he was still alive.
He had nothing left, and once again became a desperado. His only arms scratched the ground hard, dragging himself on the ground, leaving a large trail of blood behind him.
The field of vision was turbid. Sabo could only judge the direction based on the feeling of the breeze. Lorenzo's last blow at the bottom of the river almost melted his head. Although he failed, his fragile eyeballs had been destroyed. , he needs time to recover.
Sabo is only one step away from freedom. He built this escape channel himself. He knows exactly what to do next. Outside the narrow sewer is the Thames River. Usually the boat will pass here slowly. When needed, Location ashore.Once Sabo entered the Thames he was free and no one could stop him.
Behind him, Lorenzo also climbed onto the shore. He retched and vomited out blood mixed with the river water. His face was pale, and not a single bit of his black armor was left. His staff and sword had long been lost in the fight, but the Winchester was still there. He held it tightly in his hand.
"Saab, you have nowhere to run."
Lorenzo leaned against the wall, looked at the body that was crawling with all its strength and mocked.
After knocking the shotgun hard, the gravel and water soaked it, making it impossible to shoot. Lorenzo let out a long sigh, covered the wound and tried to stand up.
Sabo was still crawling forward. He didn't care about Lorenzo's words at all, he just wanted to move forward, so Lorenzo rushed over and held Sabo tightly. The only blood tried to ignite him, but the sharp bones The blade rose from beneath the flesh and stabbed Lorenzo again.
The two of them were fighting on the ground. Sabo's bone blade slashed for the last time, piercing Lorenzo's thigh and nailing him to the ground.
Without any fighting spirit, he continued to move forward. Looking at the stubborn figure, Lorenzo suddenly felt a very sad emotion. He was so persistent. It was clear that death was knocking on the door, but he still had no hope for life. Go down and have hope.Perhaps Lorenzo understood him at this moment.
All Sabo has is life, and life is something that will never betray him. This is enough, enough.
The forward figure kept moving forward, and the painful fire burned on his body. Only then did Lorenzo discover the steel protruding from his flesh and blood. It was his staff and sword. In the chaotic collision in the underground river, Lorenzo Renzo accidentally sent the blade into his abdomen, and then pierced his heart.
Sabo was dying, the burning fire had already consumed his insides.
He stopped until finally. He tried his best but still couldn't climb out of the dark tunnel.
"Am I going to die?"
Looking at Lorenzo walking slowly, he was holding the bone blade that penetrated him, looking extremely embarrassed.
Lorenzo nodded, his dark clothes were in tatters, and his expression was peaceful and sad, like a friend attending a funeral.
"Mr. Holmes, life is a gamble. You try to win everything in life with the only chips you have. I think I have done it, but it's just a little bit short, just a little bit short..."
Saying that with red tears on his abominable face, he finally came to Yin Erweg, to the old Dunling. He had wealth and power, and even finally got rid of the shackles of the deformed body, he had Everything, but now he is dying.
"Will you pray for me?"
He asked in a weak voice, looking at the former priest, he begged, but it took a long time for Lorenzo to speak slowly.
"That's not necessary, Sabo. If you don't believe in God, what's the use of praying?"
Lorenzo walked past Sabo to the place shrouded in light without looking back.
"To die is to die, there is no heaven and no hell, just eternal peace."
Sabor was stunned for a long time, and then seemed to be relieved.
"Really... I'm really unwilling..."
The blazing white fireworks completely engulfed the demon's body, burning out the internal organs and then the brain. The black bones were crumbling in the ashes, and then fell into the surging river water and completely sank under the Thames River.
The charred head flowed past Lorenzo underwater. Although it was only glanced at, it was hard to imagine that that ferocious face could have such a peaceful expression.
The desperadoes finally stopped, enjoying the peace that had arrived.
(End of this chapter)