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Pain, extreme pain.

The endless Demon rushed to meet Lorenzo. He tried to lift the Nail sword and slash it. The sharp steel cut off one after another hideous body, and blood overflowed.

For a moment, Lorenzo actually restrained the tide of Demon by the strength of oneself, but soon more Demon stepped on the corpse, the sword light flashed wildly, but Lorenzo was unable to stop it, and finally Completely submerged by the hell of flesh and blood.

The strength of one person is so weak, the sharp claws are tearing and grasping Lorenzo’s body, the fangs repeatedly gnaw the flesh and the flesh is peeled from the body, and then the bones are exposed. The skeleton is also bitten off, bit by bit. Nibbled.

The darkness of death came to an end.

Lorenzo is sweating all over, he is holding Nail sword, all around burning with swaying fire.

“Lawrence…”

Lorenzo whispered the forbidden name and lifted the head in despair, only to see the broken body half kneeling in front of him.

At the end of the Demon wave, he broke away from Lawrence’s [Gap] and returned to reality inside.

The dark and desperate future resounded in my mind, and the phantom pain before death was still echoing in my mind.

It’s been a long time since Lorenzo felt such a deep fear, such a despair, it was like falling inside the cold deep sea, he couldn’t see a trace of light.

“This is what I do, Lorenzo Holmes, I am the savior of this world.”

Lawrence’s voice was hoarse and his body lost its temperature.

“What savior, how could it be someone like you!”

Lorenzo scolded angrily.

“Then facing this doomed future, what do you think should be done? Maintaining humanity and morality, just relying on the so-called confrontation of faith? This is ridiculous.”

Lawrence retorted.

“You are as naive as Lorenzo Medici. You believe in humans too much and underestimate the inferiority of humans. Haven’t the events in Black Mountain Hospital wake you up yet?”

Lorenzo wanted to say something, but for a moment he didn’t know what to say.

Lawrence is right. Humans are untrustworthy. People cannot guess. He almost went to war with the cleansing agency during the Black Mountain Hospital incident.

His eyes became hesitant. This is why Lawrence did this. He had told himself a long time ago. He would never believe in anyone or anything. All he can rely on is himself and the sword in his hand. blade.

“No, the cleansing agency will believe me…”

“What do you believe? They are an organization made up of people. They serve the Victorian royal family, and the royal family corresponds to the entire Irvine. Every decision they make involves countless interests, and interests bring disputes and Conflict is like a roaring machine. The heavy and cumbersome parts make it extremely slow, and it can’t do anything well.”

Lawrence teased Lorenzo to his heart’s content.

“Do you think what you have thought about, I haven’t tried it? Only one will can end all this, an absolute will controls everything, and everyone maintains an absolute acknowledge allegiance!”

“This is the only answer. Abandon all the shackles that imprison us. I will use secret blood to build an extremely powerful army. They will save us all at the end of the day!”

Lawrence is like an extreme lunatic, Lorenzo has no chance to refute under his words, and he has no reason to refute.

This is a very simple question. In Lawrence’s [Gap], Lorenzo saw the distant future. The endless Demon came to the world, dragging the world into the end.

Faced with this question, what answer can I give, and what can I do?

Lorenzo is lost, like a lost child, at a loss.

“Shut up, you lunatic!”

Lorenzo waved the Nail sword out of control, trying to kill Lawrence.

“Look at yourself, Lorenzo, how ridiculous you are. You can’t find the answer, so you just pour out your anger.”

Lawrence looked at Lorenzo mockingly, but just as the blade was about to be swung down, he grabbed Lorenzo’s foot with both hands.

“No…don’t do it.”

The weak voice begged.

Lorenzo’s sword swing stopped. He slowly turned his head and saw the man crawling on the ground.

“Don’t kill him, don’t.”

Hu Ao begged, he was just an ordinary person, an ordinary sailor, he didn’t know what Demon was, he didn’t know what secret blood was, the only thing he knew was that the man in front of him was going to kill their Reverend.

“Lo… Mr. Lorenzo Holmes…”

Hu Ao lifts the head with difficulty. He saw the man with the sword clearly. Hu Ao remembered his name. After the first assembly, he was talking to a traveler on the street.

Hu Ao was stunned for a moment, he reluctantly thought of something, tears overflowing from the corner of his eyes.

“Hu…Ao.”

The voice squeezed from Lorenzo’s throat. He remembered the man at his feet. Lorenzo had a good memory. He hadn’t forgotten him yet.

After a brief daze, Hu Ao’s emotions collapsed.

“Why, Mr. Holmes!”

All these fireworks and ruins, death and pain, even Hu Ao has guessed everything until now, this doomsday-like scene is related to the man before him.

Hu Ao couldn’t understand. He wanted to kill the man in front of him, but he also knew that he couldn’t resist him at all, so he could only grab his feet like this and pray humblely.

“Why do you do this? Is it just because of different beliefs?”

The tears blurred Hu Ao’s vision. He felt his body became cold, and a lot of blood had overflowed from the wound inside the Red Eagle.

“I almost got good things, Mr. Holmes, why would you burn them?”

This grand enthronement ceremony, the believer’s carnival, Liya’s chant… all this was ruined, the theater square became a blood-colored slaughterhouse, and the believer died one after another, Liya’s pure white The dress was also dyed dark red.

Lorenzo didn’t know what to say, just like facing Lawrence’s question, he couldn’t say anything, and finally could only say stiffly.

“Hu Ao, this is a hypocritical god, a god of the wicked, a god that should not exist.”

Yes, this is evil, and Lorenzo deceived himself like that.

Hu Ao was silent, but then he used his last strength angrily roared.

“I am different from you, Mr. Holmes, I am not as strong as you, not as strong as you, I can only try to believe this thing, to deceive myself to escape!”

Hu Ao is like a demon. He extended the hand with all his strength, grabbed Lorenzo’s leg, grabbed the broken iron piece, and crawled on him to stab him.

“If he is the god of the wicked, then what is wrong with believing in him? In my mediocre life, only the god of the wicked has cast mercy on me, and if he saves me, I will sacrifice my life for him. If he is a wicked person, then I should be a wicked person. Even if he is a wicked person, he is also the savior of the wicked!”

Hu Ao angrily stabbed out the iron piece. This kind of attack could not hurt Lorenzo, but he did not avoid it. He stood in the original place blankly, letting the iron piece pierce his chest.

Then the man fell down, and Lorenzo stared at Hu Ao blankly, as if this blow had exhausted his last strength. He fell to the ground feebly as if he had lost his soul, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Too close, so close… Hu Ao has already seen the beauty of life, and his proximity to it is almost within reach.

He is dead.

The body fell at Lorenzo’s feet, his body cold.

After all, Hu Ao was just an ordinary person. The blood loss and injury had already tortured him exhausted. After stabbing Lorenzo, he died so unwillingly.

There was a harsh laugh, and Lawrence mocked Lorenzo.

“See? Lorenzo, I am the righteous, I am the savior of the world…”

Lawrence’s words couldn’t be finished, the cold sword light streak across, the broken head flew out of thin air, and the broken body fell down shortly after.

The secret blood gradually cooled down, and finally the fireworks on his body went out. Lorenzo stared blankly at the messy theater square.

For a moment he was shaken.

There is no absolute good and evil, just the disputes caused by different positions. Everyone is doing what they think is “just”. No one will be persuaded by others. Everyone is moving forward and breaking Ran wildly on the road until he achieved his goal or died halfway.

Everyone is righteous, everyone is evil, everyone can be promoted to paradise, and everyone will go to hell.

With the sound of footsteps, a soldier walked to Lawrence’s severed head. He removed the broken mask from the bloody head, and the skin was glued to the metal under the high temperature.

Tear off hard, then put it on his face.

“After all, I won, Lorenzo, you have power but no heart to give up everything.”

Lawrence moved towards Lorenzo and walked slowly while talking.

“Shut up!”

Lorenzo angrily roared, only a few twisted light tracks could be seen, then Lawrence’s body was cut into several segments, his heart was shattered, his neck was broken, and only a vague piece of flesh and blood was left.

Walking to the broken head, Lorenzo lifted his foot and stomped it firmly, crushing the boring mask.

Lorenzo thought that this would provide a short period of peace, but more footsteps came from all directions, surrounding the place.

The countless silhouettes in the darkness slowly approached, until the light illuminates their faces and also the countless dark masks.

“Lorenzo, the will cannot be killed. No matter how many times you kill me, I will return in a swirl of dust.”

People said in unison.

The sound ran through my ears, everyone was terrified by the strange scene, and then the crowd laughed playfully again.

“If you think I am wrong, then correct me.”

Lawrence looked at the lost Lorenzo and said contemptuously.

“If you want to destroy me, replace me with a greater will.”

The metal chirping sounded continuously. I don’t know when the all around fight has gradually calmed down. The soldiers were surrounded by hundreds of soldiers around the theater square.

At this moment, the defeat of the action is set, Lorenzo lost this time, and lost completely.

Do you want to escape?

Lorenzo never thought of this term.

So continue to fight? But what is the reason for fighting?

Lorenzo has never been confused before. Even the Nail sword in his hand can hardly be grasped. He wants to kill Lawrence, so what is the purpose of killing Lawrence?

Is it for revenge, for the secret blood not to be abused, or… to cover up my shame and incompetence.

Lorenzo felt ridiculous for a moment, he hadn’t felt it in a long time.

Lorenzo felt a few eyes fall on him, and he turned his head to see the others.

Red Eagle, Eve, Irene, Haibod…

Everyone is wounded and feels uneasy and panicked in this kind of crisis. In the near future, everyone will die, one by one, before their eyes.

Lorenzo is scared. He has never been scared before. This is another Night of Advent, losing all of the Night of Advent.

Some things can’t be solved by just slashing. Lorenzo may be able to survive in despair, but others can’t. Many people can’t. He can kill Demon, but he can’t kill him.

“No…Lawrence.”

Lorenzo’s eyes are full of anger, he squeezes Nail sword and Winchester tightly.

He failed once, many years ago in Florence, inside that dry well full of corpses and blood.

Lorenzo can’t fail anymore, he won’t let this happen again.

Absolutely not.

“I will save this World…I will be the new savior.”

Lorenzo snapped.

“Then prove it to me, Lorenzo Holmes.”

Lawrence replied.

More people appeared all around, like an iron curtain, slowly advancing, squeezing the living space of Lorenzo and the others.

“Run away.”

Lawrence said.

The roaring erosion was released with Lorenzo as the origin, and everyone felt nauseously depressed in their hearts. Under this transient change, even the advancement of the Iron Curtain was stagnant for a moment.

[Run away. 】

Lorenzo’s voice echoed inside everyone’s mind.

The action failed, and the enemy has been surrounded… The most important thing is that Lorenzo can’t kill Lawrence. Lawrence is right to say that the will can’t be killed. No matter how brave Lorenzo is, it will be nothing but futile.

Run away! Run away!

“Go!”

Lorenzo yelled at the others. The sharp sword light cut a way out among the fighters. Their desire for combat did not seem strong. Everyone kept their eyes on Lorenzo, as if The same as laughing at him.

They used to fight like heroes, but now they flee like a stray dog. The boundary between good and evil is also blurred at this time, and everything falls into a gray of pain and turbidity.

“Lawrence…”

There was a weak voice, and someone in the corner of the battlefield was moaning in pain.

“Mikael, you look terrible.”

A warrior not far from Mikael suddenly turned around, and walked to Mikael’s side with a smile, the dark mask like an abyss attached to his face.

Darkness is permeated, and nothing is clear.

“Help…help me, Lawrence.”

Mikael raised his hand hard and grabbed Lawrence by the collar.

“This won’t work, Mikael.”

Lawrence looked distressed, he shook the head and knocked out Mikael’s hand.

“What did you say?”

Mikael looked unbelievable.

“I said it still doesn’t work, Mikael, this is a ceremony, and ceremony needs sacrifices, right?”

Lawrence fondly stroked Mikael’s dry face.

“No one is worthy of trust, as Lorenzo Medici promised to you. In the end, you betrayed him, didn’t you? You are a monster dominated by power. When the doomsday comes, people like you will survive. There shouldn’t be your place in the paradise.”

“Lawrence! Lawrence!”

Mikael’s voice was frightened, sharp and harsh, but soon he couldn’t make a sound. Lawrence took off his mask and slowly buttoned it on his face.

The voice weakened, but the body was still struggling hard, Lawrence said with a kind smile, afterwards.

“Does this count as revenge? Mikael.”

Lawrence muttered to himself, with his wrists pressed against Mikael’s face through the mask, he could hear the crackling of the skeleton and the wailing of prayers, but soon these voices disappeared.

Mikael’s body no longer moves, no matter what power he had during his lifetime, but when death comes, these corpses will look the same.

“Let me save this World, for the survival of all mankind.”

Lawrence muttered to himself, putting on the mask again, blood spilling from the gap inside continuously, like crying tears.