Embers of Embers

Chapter 64
Many times the skill of killing can also be called art.
This was said by a friend of Lorenzo's a long time ago. He was a very coquettish witcher who wielded an elegant rapier, had a handkerchief in his pocket, and wore white gloves. Spray a large amount of perfume on your body.
Lorenzo once thought that this guy was really just a narcissist with a mysophobia, but later he discovered that this elegant demon hunter was really an artist. His sword fighting skills were extremely superb. Watching him kill enemies was like... Enjoy a dance. After the dance, the enemy fell down powerlessly. The scarlet blood was like the red flowers sprinkled by Mr. Guan, but there was no trace of blood on his body, just like the wind.
Thinking of this old friend was not just a revolving door before his death, but Lorenzo suddenly realized that he had reached the level of an artist. Look at his reaction and game in that moment, the situation changed under Lorenzo's counterattack Instant reversal, if that friend were here, they would definitely applaud themselves.
Pulling out the new nail sword from the suitcase hanging on his waist, Lorenzo looked at the burning white flame coldly, just waiting for the figure in it to die.
But the expected scene did not happen, but it was the beginning of a nightmare.
In the boiling pure white, a dark figure slowly walked out, and the painful white flames seemed to wrap around him like clouds. He pulled out the nailed sword from his chest and threw it aside casually. Ed smiled ferociously. Looking at Lorenzo, the pure white color similar to the fireworks continued to expand in his eyes, like a fire burning in the abyss, burning fiercely, and finally overflowing the dark cage.
"Do you feel any pain?"
He looked at Lorenzo proudly, and then raised the sword in his hand.
The previous sword strikes were too fast, like white light that could be held. Lorenzo could not distinguish his weapon at all, but at this moment he could see it clearly, and then a burning pain like fire spread from the wound on his shoulder. Come.
The self-healing of the secret blood was restrained. It seemed that some force was preventing Lorenzo from healing. The wound was hideous and terrifying.
"It's...holy silver."
Lorenzo saw the sword clearly and was frightened by the terrible fact.
The sword in Ed's hand has only a blade and a hilt, like a silver spike, just like Lorenzo's spiked sword... to be precise, the spiked sword of the Demon Hunting Order.
It has been used by the user for many years. Because it has been properly maintained, the blade is still sharp, but there are many deep and shallow scratches on the smooth blade. I don't know how many enemies have been killed.
"Holy silver, an alchemical product containing faith. Every great saint will devote himself to the burning iron furnace when he dies. The dying body sings prayers, and the rolling liquid silver engulfs them. After cooling, it undergoes alchemy. The magician’s processing turned it into a product called holy silver.”
The madness in Ed's eyes gradually extinguished, and with nostalgia and a little sadness, he flicked the blade of the sword.
"Demon hunter, although this weapon is a sharp weapon against demons, it is also fatal to us."
"I am clear."
Lorenzo interrupted Ed, who finally looked at the enemy in front of him with mixed feelings.
"We are demon hunters, with secret blood in our bodies, and the secret blood is essentially derived from demons, which means that we are actually a group of... demons who can control demonization."
"Yes, so the holy silver that kills the enemy will also kill ourselves."
Ed whispered, and then the meaning of madness swept over him again. He held the nail sword with the tip of the sword drooping slightly, which was the posture of the Bologna swordsmanship that Lorenzo was familiar with.
"So what does this mean? A dragon slayer becomes a dragon?"
As if it was a mockery of fate, Lorenzo looked at the demon hunter in front of him and smiled helplessly.
"Did you do all this? Apart from those dead monsters, we are the only ones who know how to use monster technology."
"What do you mean? This illusion of a bad situation? I can't do that much. I'm just a thug at most."
"Are you working for a demon?"
"Any questions?"
Lorenzo shook his head, slowly raised the nail sword and assumed a posture similar to Ed's. The swords of the two of them reflected the burning eyes. This huge battlefield was their duel at this moment. .
"So what exactly are you in for?"
Lorenzo finally asked.
"There are many reasons. For example, I have been trying to find my kind for so many years. After all, I have so many things to ask."
"What do you want to know?"
Lorenzo had a cold face. He thought he was the only survivor, but now it seems that the goddess of luck is not only favoring him alone.
"There are many, such as why the cult was disbanded, why the world no longer needs us, and...secret order No. 13!"
Ed's voice turned into a roar at the end, and he moved forward hoarsely, pure white fireworks covering his whole body, like a burning beast.
Secret Order No. 13.
Lorenzo's thinking stopped for a moment, but then the dazzling sword light dragged his thoughts back to reality. He reluctantly fought against it, but his brain couldn't stop thinking.
Why Secret Order No. 13, and what exactly did the cult do in its final madness!
This is a fight between two demon hunters. The violent swordsmanship is accompanied by blazing fireworks. Ed's secret blood is gradually awakening. His strength and speed are increasing every minute and the impact from the sword blade is getting heavier. .
"What are you waiting for! Demon hunter, wake up that dirty secret blood quickly!"
Ed's nail sword slashed with great force. Lorenzo was forced back a few points, and then he used the Winchester to shoot. However, under the protection of the secret blood, Ed's figure's agility had reached a strange level. , it was obviously a certain distance, but he was forced to avoid it with his quick steps.
"We don't need you to die!"
Lorenzo blocked the sword strike again and then yelled.
He and Ed might be the last demon hunters, and perhaps the combination of what the two knew could spell out the deepest suspicions of the Order, but Ed refused, and he yelled.
"No chance, witcher!"
The heavy sword strike fell again, chopping on the ground, leaving a deep sword mark.
"So who exactly are you working for now!"
Lorenzo gritted his teeth, as if he didn't expect that the church that had been dead for many years could still hinder him today.
Ed didn't answer, he just kept attacking.
"No...who are you...all the demon hunters have died on the Night of Holy Advent! Who are you!"
Suddenly remembering something, Lorenzo finally realized the doubts between these things, and he asked again.
It seemed to have caught Ed's attention. This time he did not continue to attack. There was crazy joy in his eyes, as if he had discovered some treasure.
"You really know what happened that night, right?"
The suspicion surrounding the Demon Hunting Order finally cleared up a bit, and Ed spoke slowly with years of hatred and confusion.
"Of course I am a demon hunter, but while you are going to the Seven Hills to celebrate the birthday of God, I am still out on a long-term mission."
"You know exactly what happens next, right?"
Looking at Lorenzo, although the information Ed said was not much, in Lorenzo's eyes, a clear story had already appeared. He was silent. That was what should have been buried in the deepest part of his memory. .
"The Advent incident broke out. After the incident, the Pope signed Secret Order No. 13. Immediately after the Demon Hunter Order was disbanded, the Demon Hunters who once defended mankind became rats in the sewers and were slaughtered."
"Why, Witcher, why do we get such a result?"
Like a child who doesn't understand social principles, Ed looked at Lorenzo and kept asking questions, as if he was asking himself and Lorenzo.
Looking at Ed's crazy and sad face, Lorenzo left the church after the night of Advent, he guessed that there would be a big cleansing in the church, but he didn't expect it to be Secret Order No.13.
"Isn't this a good result?"
Lorenzo suddenly asked back, with that kind of carefree feeling.
"The black-hearted company is finally dead and we are finally free. Why should we still indulge in hatred? Isn't it good to be free and pursue our dreams?"
Lorenzo laughed as he spoke, as if he was amused by himself.
But Ed shook his head. He looked at Lorenzo as if he were looking at a guy who was lying to himself.
"Witcher, you are more pitiful than me. I looked directly at my pain, but you used ridiculous dreams to cover yourself up. The fact that you still have the nailed sword is the best proof."
He spoke to Lorenzo like a vicious curse.
"You're also afraid, right? You're afraid of the monster that suddenly walks out of the darkness, so you're holding on to the nail sword."
(End of this chapter)