The blazing fire cast a bright red hue over the cold and silent night.
The man in black armor tightly grasped the spiked sword and leaned against the burning flames, softening his muscles that had been stiffened by the cold.
The secret blood was constantly boiling, and a power that did not belong to humans was being exerted on this body. At this moment, Lorenzo was infinitely approaching the critical point of taboo, heading towards the unknown fear.
Perhaps it was pain or excitement, a hoarse growl came from under the armor.
It feels really great.
Lorenzo could clearly feel the power flowing through his body, as well as the molten heat.
The Silver Binding Bolt is melting, and as the secret blood revives, it is also gradually melting. When Lorenzo's power reaches its limit, he will be killed by the holy silver sword piercing from the inside, just like Ed.
This is the punishment that comes from within his body, a sword hanging over his head.
Lawrence took slow steps, hot breath coming out of his mouth, his old body was bright red with vitality, the deformed tumor was shaking slightly, and his tightly closed eyes were trembling, as if they would open in the next second.
He held two swords with fire burning on them, old but powerful. Although the lion was old, he was still a lion.
For a moment, it seemed as if the two of them were back in the wilderness in the gap. Lawrence was also like that at that time, with his back to the sea of fire, as if he was carrying the scorching sun on his back.
The blazing white eyes met briefly, and the two of them acted like evil spirits, stirring up a howling gale.
The sword struck faster and faster, and in the end only the floating light bands could be seen dancing wildly in the air, like thunder balls rolling in the clouds. Every impact caused a sharp thunder, followed by sparks.
The bright white spiked swords were waving and interlacing, as powerful as a rainstorm.
Lawrence laughed loudly and swung the sword even more quickly.
It has been a long time since he had such a rejuvenating fight. The secret blood was surging in his old body. The more he swung, the more he could feel the youthful power. It seemed that in this life-and-death battle, time was flowing backwards.
Everything seemed to have returned to the era a hundred years ago, when one could conquer the world with just the sword in one's hand.
Lorenzo remained silent, and the spiked sword in his hand changed its offensive back and forth. He was able to block most of the attacks, but a small number of sword strikes finally got past his defense and hit the armor. Although the number of times was small, under Lawrence's terrifying strength, the new armor began to become riddled with holes.
Lawrence was too powerful. The more Lorenzo fought with him, the more powerless he felt. If demon hunters were the ceiling of humanity, then Lawrence was above all demon hunters.
Terrifying swordsmanship, Shandafeng who could predict the future, the nearly immortal Holy Grail flesh and blood... This was simply the perfect demon hunter, without any flaws or weaknesses. Just as he said, Lorenzo had no chance of winning.
But... is it really like this
Lorenzo changed his offensive, took a sudden step forward, and stepped directly into Lawrence's attack range with his entire body exposed.
There is no undefeatable enemy.
Just like the demon, before the demon hunter appeared, no one believed that humans could really fight against that kind of unknown fear. In those ancient times, humans could only kneel down in front of the falling thunder, but they never thought that one day humans would be able to hold the dazzling thunder in their hands.