This is a mythical ceremony, solemn and awe-inspiring.
It descended from the sky, like a messenger of God, but also like a betrayer of faith. Steel feathers surrounded it, like countless falling swords, ready to judge all the sinners.
Seleu could only observe all this as a spectator, watching quietly as the dark angel slowly descended upon Lorenzo's broken corpse.
It seemed like the god of death in mythology, coming to take away the lost soul, but it also seemed strange that it came to save it, except that this gift came from the devil.
Lorenzo is not dead yet. At the last moment, his secret blood broke through the critical value and he has become a demon. To completely kill a demon, one needs to destroy its heart and brain.
The power of his abnormal growth kept him alive, while the silver-binding bolts were rapidly melting away, and the boiling hot holy silver mixed into his blood, accelerating his death.
Destruction and rebirth coexist.
Although he was still alive, he was dying, and Lorenzo now had only two options.
Continue to maintain the demonization until you fall into darkness and gain eternal life in the body of a demon, or appease the irritable secret blood and die soberly as a human being.
Is this a difficult decision? According to Lorenzo's thinking, he would die happily as a human being, but this time the power of decision is not in his hands.
The dark angel gently lifted up the dying corpse and dragged him out from under the twisted steel, and it was at that moment that Seleucus clearly saw the weight of Lorenzo's broken body.
She thought that Lorenzo's lower body was buried under the soil, but in fact he no longer had any lower body to speak of. Half of his body had been completely destroyed in the violent explosion. From the horrific wound on his abdomen, it seemed empty inside, with all his internal organs and bones gone, as if it were a burnt skeleton.
"No, no, no..."
Seleu didn't even dare to look at that scene.
The once powerful demon hunter was like a broken doll, with the fabric torn and cotton wool scattered everywhere.
The strong blood sustains the broken life, like a flame swaying in the wind, which may collapse in the next second.
But then an even more taboo scene appeared in everyone's sight.
The black angel stared at the corpse and slowly opened its arms as if to hug him.
The armor began to crack, and the demon's flesh and blood tore a gap in the armor's chest. There was nothing underneath, just a blank. No one was controlling the armor, and it swallowed the corpse bit by bit like a monster's mouthparts, and then closed.
It was like a blacksmith's furnace, except this time it was hammering at the sinful life. Surging steam gushed out of the exhaust port, the engine roared, and madly growing flesh and blood filled every gap.
The safety regulations in the original design were breached one by one. The flesh and blood surpassed the internal protective armor and proliferated into the driver's space. They wrapped around Lorenzo's broken corpse and began to gradually assimilate with the flesh and blood.
This is the danger of the first generation of armor. Demon flesh and blood accounts for a large proportion of it. When it falls in the erosion, it will merge and assimilate with it. Galahad almost died here. His entire back was connected to the armor, like a deformed conjoined twin.