"The target is awake and in a stable condition."
In the drizzle, the security team that rushed in directly controlled Lorenzo, and then the medical staff examined both of them.
Lorenzo sat obediently on the wreckage of steel, allowing those in white coats to touch him left and right. From time to time, someone would pull down his eyelids to carefully observe his pupils. Night Owl was carried onto a stretcher. The heavy burden was finally lifted, and he fainted. No one knew where he was carried to by those white coats.
The heavy ropes slowly dropped from the guide rails and hung on the black angel one by one, lifting up the strange armor. At the same time, the rain washed away the blood, which gathered into a light red liquid and fell down.
As if something had triggered it, the black angel moved again, its broken wings slowly closed together, wrapping itself up completely, and turning back into the dark egg shape.
During this process, the proliferated flesh and blood shrank and died, hiding again under the steel. The scarlet eyes on the mask also shattered, leaving only empty black gaps, as if it was an iron body that had lost its soul.
"How does it feel, Lorenzo?"
The lift descended to the ground, and Merlin and Nicholas came over one after another.
Merlin once again became that cold and empty person. For the sake of that beautiful ideal, they all lived by suppressing their emotions.
"Not bad, the erosion does exist, but it can only affect my judgment to a certain extent and cannot control me."
Lorenzo answered directly and in detail.
“Like this thing.”
He said as he patted the remains of the Sword Dancer beneath him.
"I just wanted to incapacitate it, but that..."
"It magnifies the negative side of emotions, the unspeakable malice, right?"
Merlin answered directly. He knew all this very well. He had studied it for so long. Although the power of the demons was still strange, the void power had gradually taken on a vague outline as his understanding deepened.
"Well... almost. It made me more aggressive and angry, but it was only guided to a certain extent. I was able to control it in the end."
Lorenzo raised his head and looked at the black angel gradually disappearing on the rail. This was a double-edged sword, but Lorenzo was able to hold it firmly.
"I have collected enough data. In fact, you are considered the most suitable pilot for the Black Angel."
Merlin glanced at the records on the paper, then spoke intentionally or unintentionally.
"Me? I'd better forget it."
Lorenzo refused without giving it much thought.
"Why? I thought you would like this thing. After all, it is really powerful."
He was a little surprised by Lorenzo's straightforward refusal, as he thought Lorenzo would love this thing.
"Although it is powerful, it also has its corresponding disadvantages. It is not like a sword or a gun that I can carry with me at any time, right? Besides, I am strong enough. Medanzo's power can protect me, and my mobility and stability are not inferior to it."
After thinking about it carefully, Lorenzo said seriously.
"Even if I face the Sword Dancer again, I am confident that I can handle it with the Demon Hunter's methods."