The blazing fireworks intertwined, the molten iron fell like bright raindrops, the neutralizing liquid accumulated on the ground, and the hot steam rose under the high temperature, dyeing the blooming lights. Two figures fought and danced in this hazy light.
The knight ran wildly in the corridor, and finally jumped high. The spiked sword in his hand seemed like a thunderbolt, splitting the objects in front of him into two.
The demon had no room to evade in this narrow space and could only passively endure the fatal sword strike. Under the burning of the holy silver, Lorenzo's attack once again severely damaged the demon, but it was still not enough.
The flesh was left with hideous, slowly healing wounds, the hot blood was like flowing magma, and after only a brief contact, the tip of the nail sword had already burned slightly red.
At this moment, the demon's terrifying vitality has been fully demonstrated. Lorenzo's attack can hurt it, but it is not enough to kill it. The thick flesh and blood is the best plate armor. Even if the spiked sword is completely immersed in it, it seems that it cannot touch its heart.
What is even more troublesome is the temperature of the internal organs. The body of this demon is like a burning furnace. The armor activated by the power can isolate the temperature to a certain extent, but the nail sword in Lorenzo's hand cannot do it. He even feels that if the nail sword stays in its body for too long, it will melt directly inside.
The childlike screams continued, becoming more and more hoarse, as if there really was some poor soul trapped in that furnace-like body, wailing helplessly.
The accumulated water on the ground also boiled with the arrival of the demon. Lorenzo could only raise the Winchester in his hand and continue shooting. The rotating bullets blasted piece after piece of the twisted flesh, trying to go deeper and deeper.
"Yes, that's it. Come closer."
Lorenzo seemed to be guiding the demon. He fired to attract the demon's attention while retreating backwards.
He needed an open area. This narrow corridor restricted the demon and Lorenzo as well. Perhaps he could deal a fatal blow to the demon from another angle.
The whole space was stuffy and anxious, and sweat kept flowing down, like a steam oven.
"This is Arthur, please reply if you get it!"
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in the communicator. Although the chaotic sound of electricity interfered with the sound, Lorenzo still heard it clearly.
"Hey, here's your dear Mr. Holmes, Arthur, I'm cleaning up your mess."
Firing and replying casually, Lorenzo was as relaxed in this hellish furnace as if he was wandering the streets of old Dunling.
"For the first time I am glad to hear your voice, Mr. Holmes."
Arthur's voice sounded again, a little unclear due to the interference of the electric current.
"That's a bit sad."
Without even considering the situation, Lorenzo started talking nonsense casually, which made the depressing atmosphere a little more relaxed.
"So Arthur, what did you do? Where did this damn thing come from?"
While asking the question, he hooked the guard ring with his hand and completed a loading of the gun while rotating, like an elegant executioner.
There is a reason why Lorenzo likes to use shotguns. It is difficult for ordinary firearms to cause serious damage to monsters with one shot, but the fierce firepower of shotguns is different. The scattered bullets have a miraculous effect, and the large killing area can increase the hit rate even if the monster moves quickly.