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Eve and Red Eagle were awakened in their sleep, sleepy inside saw Haibod holding a weapon.

Everyone is not stupid. In this case, there is no so-called anger to get up, and the consciousness instantly wakes up, wearing pajamas and picking up weapons.

Red Eagle and Hybold guarded the room. This was Lorenzo’s instruction. Eve was beside Hercule. Lorenzo had reminded him that Hercule has no battle strength and he needs priority protection.

It was very quiet at night, and the door of the room had been pushed open. Lorenzo had just left from here. Haibod and Red Eagle hid behind the sofa and used it as a shelter. In the darkness, the muzzle was pointed at the darkness outside the door.

The happy time is over. They have left the land of Irvine, facing the darkness across the strait.

The lights in the corridor were extinguished by Lorenzo. He rolled up the sharp Nail sword with his jacket. The weapon was too smooth and clean. Even a small light in the darkness would be reflected on it, thus revealing Lorenzo’s position.

He lowered his breath and walked silently on the carpet in the hallway barefoot.

While chatting with Hybbod, Lorenzo noticed the small sound, the approaching crisis, and the instinct that originated from the Demon Hunter.

After realizing that in this work of his own, the enemy is not only mortal, Lorenzo can feel his inexplicable emotion.

Not fear, nor anger.

Instead of joy.

I don’t know why, when Lorenzo learned about Lawrence’s remnant party, he was extremely happy. Lorenzo himself couldn’t understand why, as if he put aside this normal pretense, the deepest part of the soul was buried the same Crazy devil.

For the convenience of movement, under Nordelo’s arrangement, there were no other passengers except Lorenzo entire group, and no attendants would come here. It briefly became Lorenzo’s territory. Anyone who rushed closer People who are all likely to be enemies.

Who will the enemy be?

Iron rule bureau? Or the so-called choir? How do they know their existence?

Or someone exposed his whereabouts, then who would it be?

Lorenzo thought, then he smelled a trace of anxiety.

It was the smell of blood, and the familiar blood-reeking qi came from this dark corridor, and at the same time the depressed moan became clear.

Someone was injured?

Lorenzo moved towards the sound approached. He inserted Winchester into his waistband, because the Nail sword was covered with a shirt. At this moment, he was naked to the upper body. The hideous tattoo seemed to come alive, twisting and growing on his back.

This is actually an alchemy matrix that guides power, sublimating the body of the Demon Hunter, leading to the strength of Taboo hidden in the blood.

There are more and more familiar smells in the air, Lorenzo can smell them, fear, horror, despair…

Lorenzo’s movements suddenly stopped, as if frozen in the original place. He seemed to be judging something, and then a white flame rose up under his eyes.

The burning white flame lit up in the dark corridor. He gave up hiding himself and ran quickly. The fireworks were pulled into a blazing white track. Nail sword vibrated and tore his pajamas.

Lorenzo sensed the repressive erosion.

At this moment, on the White Tide, there is Demon…or something more complicated than Demon.

“The choir.”

Lorenzo whispered the word, and next moment he rushed out of the shadows.

There is no need to care whether it is an enemy or a friend. The old Order has been destroyed. At this moment in this world, according to Lorenzo’s criteria, anyone who harbors secret blood is an enemy.

This damn power should be buried along with Night of Advent, instead of being dominated by greed and reappearing in the world.

Nail sword The surging scorching eyes were reflected on the slender silver sword body, and the high-frequency screaming sound rang open the muddy air.

……

“Finally found her? Is she dead?”

The man was standing in front of the corpse, and the blood was spilled on the ground. She should be dead, motionless, like a doll with blood.

“It should be dead, cut off her head.”

Another person in the shadow said.

“It’s really troublesome, I actually want us to take action… But why did she run here?”

Another said, he walked out of the shadows and stood by the window.

His face is illuminated by the moonlight, his expression is terrifying, and his blood vessels are protruding like twisted vines.

“Damn it.”

He cursed and moved towards the corpse and kicked her down.

“How do you feel?”

Someone asked, other people looked at the same concern, but under this look, they were more wary.

“It’s okay, it’s not out of control. To be honest, it feels really not rough.”

The man replied, his heart beating violently, releasing the forbidden power continuously. This feeling was great, and for a moment he felt as if he had gotten rid of this cowardly mortal body and became a higher being.

“This power is very good. In front of this extraordinary power, even she can’t resist.”

The man said that he stepped on the corpse’s fingers again, and ran over to vent his anger. They tried so hard to kill the woman. Finally, the man couldn’t help but triggered secret blood. Catch up with her and kill her.

“Okay, don’t waste time, cut off the head, we can go back to the business.”

The silent man said that there were more people waiting in the darkness behind him. Someone took a step, pulled out a dagger, and prepared for this bloody operation, but the sudden sound of footsteps disrupted them. action.

Someone is coming.

They looked at the other end of the corridor, but there was nothing. The rush of footsteps disappeared as he watched. Before he could relax, the next moment screamed.

All this happened almost in an instant. After the footsteps disappeared, the screams of the dead souls sounded, and the man could only see a white light twisted and pulled, and then the entire head was fiercely split, with thick blood. And the broken bones spilled on the people around him.

The galloping sword light has not stopped. It is so sharp that almost nothing can hinder its cutting.

A trajectory of death was woven in the darkness. All matter on this trajectory was roughly torn apart, long and narrow cracks appeared on the wall, and the man’s body was chopped off.

The wailing sound didn’t even have time to come out, the sword light approaching again penetrated his throat, suppressing the scream that was about to be made, and when he was about to die, the man followed the direction of the blade Looking at it, I finally saw the attacker.

A pair of burning eyes are extremely hot.

The look is so familiar, under the mask of that noble man, the man has seen the same fire.

“Teach…long.”

He made a sobbing sound. He couldn’t understand what was going on. He grasped Nail sword tightly with both hands, and the blood kept flowing.

“Reverend?”

There was a sound of doubt in the darkness. Nail sword swung sharply, cutting off his fingers and neck together. The headless body paused for a while, then knelt down, like a devout believer, kneeling down. Before the darkness.

“Who are you? Choir?”

Lorenzo walked out of the darkness, his body was stained with blood, ticking.

No one answered him. This bloody and cruel scene completely shocked everyone present, but what followed was a painful growl. The secret blood was stimulated within the body, and the inhuman power was Endowed on the body.

“Sure enough…”

Lorenzo didn’t seem surprised by the scene before him.

In the narrow corridor, the violent erosion surges, they are very confident, after receiving the gift of God, this power makes them invincible.

The previous fierce battles have proved this. They will win in the past, and it is the same now.

Yes, victory, defeat one enemy after another, bathe under the Glory of God…

The slight pain interrupted his thoughts, and the man lowered his head. While he was still thinking about the beautiful glory, Lorenzo had passed him, and the huge wound opened on his chest as the footsteps went away.

The wound was deeply visible, and a blow pierced his heart. He panicked. He extended the hand and tried to block the wound in his chest, but the blood could not stop overflowing from his fingers, and his vision was distorted. When he came down, he heard the sound of heavy objects falling, and the things in front of him rolled over. He saw a dead headless corpse and Lorenzo walking towards others.

He died, another headless body.

It’s not that Lorenzo is a pervert, but that he respects everything the old Order taught him, and against all these things related to Demon, Lorenzo will follow these two points.

Smash the heart and cut off the head.

“So you are a choir, right?”

Lorenzo asked again, he was expressionless, like a Death God walking out of the shadows.

At this moment, they were completely sluggish. Under Lorenzo’s absolute military force, they realized their insignificance for the first time, and so they got the gift of God.

“Evil… Devil!”

Someone collapsed and shouted that mortals can’t fight God’s Force, only the demon from darkness can do it.

“Devil!”

He continued to shout, drew his pistol and moved towards Lorenzo and shot.

The Nail sword swayed, and a dazzling spark burst out from it, and Lorenzo quickly walked in front of him.

Under the blessing of secret blood, the man face looks sinister, but looking at Lorenzo, he didn’t do anything for a while. He raised his hand tremblingly, but couldn’t pull the trigger.

In a short period of time, Lorenzo has completely implanted fear into everyone’s mind. This is not erosion, but the most primordial fear of living things.

Fear of the unknown.

“Shoot? Attack?”

Lorenzo asked, but the man didn’t reply. He stared at Lorenzo steadily. The secret blood gave him far beyond ordinary strength, but when facing Lorenzo, his body seemed to be emptied.

“You have power in space, but you don’t have the heart to control it.”

Lorenzo waved Nail sword disappointedly, cut into his neck, split his chest, and brutally killed the man in front of him.

“I thought the choir would be a very troublesome group of people, you are not even as good as the new order.”

He looked at the remaining people again, and each of them had the same expression as the man who had just died.

Fear and despair.

Perhaps the threat of death finally angered them, and the rest of them didn’t want to sit still, and screamed at Lorenzo, but these all are useless.

They don’t have the heart to fight despair, and all their actions now are just from the instinct to survive.

This is a one-sided slaughter.

Lorenzo wanted to test the choir’s strength this time, but now, these guys are just a bunch of useless trash, they are not even as good as the new order, at least those people have the courage to entrust everything to the dark, rather incarnation Demon.

In the end there was only one living mouth left.

Lorenzo with no difficulty killed all the others with one blow. In order to eradicate the troubles, Lorenzo also added a sword to everyone’s body, chopped off the head, and completely eliminated the possibility of Demonization.

This is simply a slaughterhouse, with broken limbs all over the floor.

But some accidents, there are other bodies here, the body of a woman, it seems that his whereabouts have not been exposed, these guys are here to kill this woman, but they happened to run into it.

“Fate!”

Lorenzo smiled suddenly and squatted down, looking at the only one left.

The man was completely crying, he was curled up in the corner.

“I asked you to answer, do you know?”

Lorenzo said that he put the Nail sword on the man’s neck. It is indeed made of strong Pyrite. After cutting it for so long, the Nail sword is still intact.

The man was nodded vigorously, he was completely swallowed by fear, like a puppet, dominated by Lorenzo at will.

“Are you from a choir?”

“Yes…yes.”

Lorenzo pondered for a moment, then asked.

“Reverend…who is it?”

When he attacked, the man uttered this word before he died. Lorenzo couldn’t understand why he said this. Who did he suddenly think of?

Thinking of a person called Reverend, then Lorenzo can recall his memory, he must have something in common with that Reverend.

For example… the unquenchable fireworks in the eyes.

“Reverend is…” The man was about to say, but Lorenzo interrupted.

“So, you know this person, right.”

The man doesn’t understand why Lorenzo wants to say that, but he is still nodded and affirms.

“Then there is no need to be so troublesome.”

Lorenzo stretched out his hand as he spoke, and pressed the man’s head, forcing him to look at him.

It’s like a weird ceremony. The tattoo on Lorenzo’s back seems to be alive, creeping slowly.

It sublimated the blood of the body within the body, allowing Lorenzo to master the power called Medanzo, but some powers are not acting on the blood, but something deeper.

Soul.

Watson explained that at the time, Lorenzo’s soul was [sublimated], so this power will no longer be bound by the body.

“Compared to what you said, it’s better to let me see with my own eyes.”

Lorenzo said something that the man didn’t understand, and there were more blazing fireworks in his gray-blue eyes. The man tried to close his eyes, but Lorenzo pressed his head and opened his eyelids forcibly , Will force him to look directly at the burning sun.

Power·Gabriel.