Embers of Embers

Chapter 68 Traitor
Like an endless chase, the two wolves rushed to fight, crossing the hill made of flesh and blood, cutting off layers of obstructing steel, the blazing white fireworks burned crazily, and the figures disappeared as soon as they touched each other, like a collision meteor.
Ed's sword, with explosive fireworks, hit Lorenzo hard during the rapid movement, and then knocked him out like a bull.
He stayed in place, his body changing strangely, tattoos similar to Lorenzo's were wandering on the surface of his skin, and his muscles began to swell and become more powerful.
"What are you waiting for? Demon hunter, if you don't release the secret blood, you will be killed by me."
The flaming nail sword was pointed at Lorenzo, and Ed looked furious.As if he was being tricked, Lorenzo never showed his true strength from beginning to end.
Lorenzo didn't say anything, he just stared at the tattoo on Ed's body, seeming to see something in it.
"You are...from Team Michael."
It was such a familiar arrangement. Lorenzo thought that he was the only one who survived the Holy Night, but now it seemed that was not the case.
"Did you recognize it? Could it be that you were afraid that I would recognize you and that's why you refused to activate the secret blood?"
Ed tore off his clothes and fully revealed the wandering tattoo. It looked like a tattoo, but in fact it was an alchemical inscription, an alchemy inscribed based on the human body.
In order to perfectly control the secret blood and prevent it from corroding the demon hunter's will, every demon hunter's ritual of absorbing the secret blood will include the inscription of alchemy. The demon hunter's body is the container that seals the secret blood. Alchemy The magicians carved inscriptions on the flesh and blood, strengthening the seal like holy prayers.
Lorenzo is not an alchemist, and there should even be few alchemists left in the world, but he still understands these strange inscriptions very well. When the secret blood is activated, they will come alive. Different lines also divide different teams. Judging from Ed's inscription, he is a member of Michael.
"I just don't want to recall the past. After all, I have forgotten it for so long."
Lorenzo answered coldly, and drew out his sword fiercely to force Ed back a few points again.
Feeling the heaviness coming from the blade, Ed showed a ferocious smile, Lorenzo's secret blood was waking up, which was not something he could do if he wanted to control it.
The secret blood comes from demons, and the strength of the secret blood is directly related to the strength of the mother demon. It can be said that the more powerful the demon hunter is, his secret blood comes from the more powerful demon.
The cost of gaining power is heavy. After swallowing the secret blood, the demon's erosion will continue day and night. The demon will try to conquer the humanity of the demon hunter, and many people cannot resist being completely eroded.
The body of the demon hunter will become the best breeding ground, and the powerful demons that have died will be resurrected on it. Therefore, for safety reasons, every demon hunter is implanted with a silver bolt.
Lorenzo has always refused to show his deeper secret blood, but the erosion of the secret blood itself will force him to activate it unconsciously. After all, the relationship between the secret blood and the demon hunter is like a deformed symbiotic relationship. It’s just a matter of who takes the dominant position.
"Can't we just talk about it?"
The two white flames collided together, and Lorenzo firmly caught Ed's slash, looking at each other with calmness and madness.
"I'm just afraid you will reject me, aren't you? I want to know what happened to the Order, will you tell me?"
Ed asked hoarsely. He didn't think Lorenzo would tell him. From the beginning, the witcher didn't intend to tell any secrets, even his name.
Lorenzo was silent again, just like Ed said, Lorenzo wouldn't say anything about that.
"So all I can do is subdue you and torture you."
Ed angrily rebuked, swung the heavy sword blade again, and slammed Lorenzo away.
From the beginning of the battle, the two sides have been constantly changing positions, with sonorous sword sounds and flames, cutting off the hard flesh and blood, and burning hot flames on it.
"It seems like you haven't had a very good time after all these years."
Lorenzo looked at Ed, and the crazy meaning was actually a little familiar at this moment, just like it was to him when he first arrived in Old Dunling.
"What do you want to say?"
It seemed that Lorenzo spoke too little. Ed actually slowed down his attack when he heard this guy rarely speak.
"Just like me in the beginning, we demon hunters have been fighting for the Order and fighting demons all our lives, but suddenly one day we are no longer needed and we can retire."
Lorenzo said and laughed, recalling the time when he first arrived in Old Dunling.
"I was like this at the beginning. I felt that my life had lost its motivation. After all, this is what I live for, right? Just like the bards in those stories, with the convenience of communication, they, like us, have become the old times. Old relics were ruthlessly swept into the trash."
Lorenzo changed his words and continued.
"But, Ed, you have to have some dreams, right? It's too boring to fight and kill all day long, isn't it?"
"Isn't everything you're doing now just to find yourself a reason to live, a reason to keep swinging your sword?"
"Whether it's the Night of Holy Advent, Secret Order No. 13, or anything else, it's just your reason."
Lorenzo said, looking at him with pity.
"It's so sad to live like this."
Everything seemed to fall into silence, and the two people looked at each other from a distance.
Ed is another survivor besides Lorenzo. It’s like a person living on a desert island meets another person. Lorenzo doesn’t want to be his enemy, but he also doesn’t want to tell those ominous stories. , that is the darkest side in the history of the church. As long as you know this, it is enough. There is no need to let others become the sacrifices of that evil.
"So you escaped until now on the pretext of a dream? Demon hunter."
Ed raised his head again, burning with raging flames.
He was not moved by Lorenzo's chicken soup for the soul at all, he was full of anger.
"You have no idea what we went through after that Advent night!"
No one understood each other, just as he didn't understand why Lorenzo refused to tell the stories, just as Lorenzo didn't understand why he was so furious.
The secret blood rose again and exceeded the critical value.
The blazing white fireworks boiled and burned, burning the flesh and blood into spiritual fireworks. Ed stood proudly on a high place, his body was mutating, moving towards the direction of the demon, the nail sword in his hand began to melt, and the liquid The metal and the palm were completely fused together, and then more silver-white metal spikes protruded from under his skin, like countless swords, fully arming him.
"You are traitors."
Ed finally scolded him.
(End of this chapter)