There was a sharp sound of iron and air cutting in his ears, as if thousands of needles were piercing Lorenzo's eardrums. The simple swinging of the weapon brought a strong pressure, and his chest was pressed so tightly that he could hardly breathe.
The vision in front of him was completely covered by the rising pure flames, and the surging white fire was roaring. At this moment, Lorenzo's mind was also blank. He had just learned about the weirdness of the [Gap], and then he was faced with the Pope's fierce attack, but beyond all this was the Pope's identity.
Lorenzo would not make a mistake, he would never make a mistake. The burning eyes under the mask were so close, he was the witcher.
The new pope is a witcher! Seyni Lothair is a witcher!
How is this possible
Lorenzo certainly knew that the Gospel Church was wary of demon hunters. It was a miracle that Priest Lawrence could reach that level, but what about the new pope in front of him? How did he do it? What happened inside the Gospel Church after the Holy Night
He had too many questions, but no one gave him answers. Lorenzo raised the spike sword skillfully, and under the holy fireworks, he had no intention of resisting. He could only retreat with all his strength, but was cut by the sword light that was chasing him.
The rusty spiked sword was burning with boiling fire, and the scorching heat left a hideous wound on Lorenzo's... or rather the gravekeeper's body. The wound was directly burned by the high temperature, and not much blood flowed out despite the intense pain.
Lorenzo's steps were unsteady. Perhaps it was because he had occupied this body. It was extremely difficult for Lorenzo to control it. The synchronization rate between his consciousness and body could not keep up.
But before he could catch his breath, the sword blade created a hurricane, and the whistling waves of fire carried countless flying petals. In the dazzling light, the nail sword chopped down with force.
This was a sword fight that no one knew about, in the witcher's cemetery.
Lorenzo dodged to the side with all his strength. At this critical moment, his consciousness was gradually taking control of the gravekeeper's body. During this process, chaotic memories came to him, and crazy voices rang out.
[Get out! Get out!]
Someone shouted in Lorenzo's ear, and he went crazy, trying his best.
The gravekeeper was wailing and howling, but Lorenzo was so unfamiliar with all of this that his invaded consciousness began to fight back in this desperate situation.
The gravekeeper's memories, the gravekeeper's voice, the gravekeeper's words and deeds, everything was impacting the invader, trying to drive him out of his mind.
Lorenzo's thoughts were in a mess. Before his eyes, there was a fatal sword attack from the Pope, and in his mind, curses and resistances kept churning.
This... Is this what Lawrence has been experiencing for so long? Such a strange and forbidden power.
Every bit of power has its price, and Lorenzo couldn't imagine how Lawrence controlled everything.
Lorenzo simply gave up resisting. He staggered and ran away. His vision was blurred and confused due to the interference of the gravekeeper. The sea of flowers in front of him had layers of double images. It felt like he had injected too much hallucinogen.
But the next moment he swung the sword in his hand vigorously. The blade of the nail sword was covered with notches and had an old smell, as if it had never been maintained since it had experienced a battle.