Embers of Embers

Chapter 74 Duties
The cold wind and snow swept through Lorenzo, leaving a light layer of white snow on his clothes. The ice in front of him left a huge incomplete, and the broken people struggled in it, like sinners dying of drowning.
The man stood up and shook off the ice and snow on his body. He stepped on the ice floes step by step, stepping on those dry palms at will, or kicking off some hateful head.
"Do you want to try it? It's very relaxing."
In this hellish scene, the man is still having fun.
Lorenzo shook his head and rejected this damn form of entertainment. He looked at the ugly and dehumanizing pieces and asked.
"Is this what it is?"
"Partly, this is just its testing. Even after being locked up for so long, it still enjoys testing the strength of the cage. It is waiting for the moment when gaps appear in these iron ropes."
Looking through the dark blue water, to the deepest part of the entangled iron rope, under the dark seabed.
"The real thing is hiding out there, recharging its energy."
The man turned around, patted his chest and looked at Lorenzo.
"But don't worry, as long as I'm here, as the gatekeeper guarding the devil, the jailor must be stronger than the prisoner, right?"
He was always so confident, and because of his confidence, he died.
"The other thing is, Lorenzo, it's time for you to leave."
The man finally suppressed his smile and looked serious.
"...Do you know what that thing is?"
Lorenzo finally asked, if men are also lonely souls living in their own memories, and there is a strange connection between the two, then he may have understood what he saw.
The man nodded, but said nothing, with a strange smile.
"what is that?"
Lorenzo asked again.
That thing, the thing that caused everything today, the sacred coffin.
Everything Lorenzo has experienced stems from that mysterious thing, and now Lorenzo is just a hair away from it.
"You are right that you don't know. After all, you were not qualified to participate in that feast at that time."
The broken pictures were gradually pieced together without any answers. Lorenzo's first dream was also explained at this moment, the conversation with Dean Lawrence, the invitation from the Pope, the celebration of the birthday of the God, and the death of the last demon. .
That was not Lorenzo's dream, that was the dream of the man in front of him. The two people's wills were intertwined, and it was not until today many years later that they were able to meet in the "gap".
Confusion explained, Lorenzo looked at the man.
"It's such an embarrassing memory. I lost everything that night."
He whispered as if he was nostalgic, but soon the fragile expression disappeared and he said sharply.
"That thing is its remains, Lorenzo, you should know what this means, right?"
He reached out and patted Lorenzo on the shoulder, and the aura of the demon hunter returned to him after so many years.
Like a coronation ceremony in this forgotten desolation.
Lorenzo's pupils shrank, as if he didn't expect this result, but it was reasonable, and his cold blood began to boil again. He couldn't tell whether it was a sense of mission or revenge, he just felt a fire. Burning and needing release.
"This... is also the reason why you dragged me into the [gap], right?"
This lonely ghost hidden deep in his own memories noticed it, so he finally saw himself as the connection deepened. This was not a touching meeting, but just the beginning of another hunt.
The man nodded and hid all the touching emotions in his heart. He once again turned into his cold appearance and spoke with dignity and solemnity.
"Lorenzo Holmes, our mission is not over yet, the Night of Advent is not over yet! Your final duty has come!"
There was madness and hatred in his eyes, and the shuddering madness even frightened the wailing drowned people.
He said it like an oath.
"Kill it, throw it into the furnace, burn it to ashes, sink it into the deep sea, erase all traces of its existence, and make it be forgotten forever!"
This is the hatred coming from the gatekeeper. Like a ghost, he calls the emotion hatred that has been accumulating and never dissipated.
He came slightly closer and whispered softly in Lorenzo's ear, like a child murmuring in his sleep.
"You haven't forgotten, right?"
Recalling the little poem engraved on the Winchester, Lorenzo recited it in a low voice.
“Even old age should burn and roar as the day draws to a close.”
"Rage, rage!"
"Rage against the dying of the light."
Therefore, the man kicked Lorenzo over with a evil smile and kicked him into the cold sea water. Countless hands seemed to see hope and grabbed him tightly, trying to drag him away. Into that deep darkness.
The suffocating coldness invaded all Lorenzo's senses, and the lonely coldness completely enveloped him, as if he was isolated from the world, until the stinging heat burned his body, and then the man's voice was like a spell in his ears. sounded.
"Go back to hell."
Then the world was filled with light.
……
This was a boring fight. Ed held Lorenzo's head in his hand. From now on, the demon hunter seemed to be dead. He stopped all movements and allowed Ed to attack.
Perhaps it was because of the dream, but this made Ed even more angry. The retired life of this witcher is really good, so good that he can't even resist this simple erosion, which is a shame for the witcher.
The temperature in the palm of his hand began to rise, just like slowly killing a small animal. Ed tried to burn Lorenzo's brain directly to ashes. The demons around him were waiting anxiously, they were eager for Lorenzo's flesh and blood. , like a beast waiting to be fed, looking forward to the master's orders.
Ed seemed to be still hoping amidst the light. He hoped that Lorenzo would wake up. This would be as meaningless as killing a corpse.
As time passed, Ed suddenly laughed, and his anger completely overwhelmed his mind. He was actually angry with a corpse.
Stretching out his hand, he still wanted to make the final determination. Ed wanted to determine which branch of the witcher he was based on the alchemical inscription on Lorenzo's back. His big burning hand reached for the clothes, and just when he was about to tear off the When she was wearing a covering coat, her burning hands were tightly strangled.
He raised his head sharply and looked into it with a pair of equally fiery eyes.
It was a sudden attack like thunder. It was so fast that Ed could only see it dragging into a blazing white light. Then the burning flame was cut open by Xiao Feng, and the metal covering the body cracked, and scarlet blood flowed along the The trajectory of the sword blade spreads in the air.
The sharp nail sword reflected Lorenzo's eyes, and the next moment Winchester fired a gunshot, and the heavy projectile hit the fireworks. The high temperature may melt the steel, but it cannot offset the kinetic energy carried by the projectile.
This was a long-planned combo. Ed lost his balance under the sword blows and gunfire, and Lorenzo stalked him like a ghost.
But Ed would not give Lorenzo another chance to attack. The burning pure flames rose again, like the scorching sun falling on the ground. No matter who was in the extreme high temperature, they would retreat a little, but Lorenzo seemed not to notice. Seeing the same thing, he rushed over, and then the pitch-black blade pierced through the burning fireworks.
Ed looked at the demon hunter in front of him in disbelief. The dark iron feathers covered his body, protecting him like an armor. Hot white flames poured out from the gaps in the wings, and then Loren Zuo's grip tightened, and the silver-white nailed sword also covered the pitch black.
It was a power he had never seen before, no branch of the witcher had anything like it.
The next moment, more black swords penetrated him, nailing him to the earth like execution rivets.
[Warning, Secret Blood has awakened by 30%, which has reached the critical value. 】
[The silver-binding bolt begins to melt and collapse. 】
[According to the "Scabbard Treaty", you have three hundred seconds to act. After three hundred seconds, please wait where you are for the recovery process of the Knights Templar. 】
The voice of hell came from his mind. Lorenzo seemed to hate this thing. He freed up a hand and knocked hard on Ed's head, which was burning and smoking.
Then his eyes turned to Ed, who looked frightened, and Lorenzo suddenly asked curiously.
"Your Silverbolt should be as noisy as mine now, right?"
As if asking a friend a common question, Lorenzo said and swung the black sword again and slashed hard.
(End of this chapter)