The battle was about to break out, and this time it was a head-on fight. White flames rose in Lorenzo's eyes, and then dense armor covered his body. His speed was so fast that it caused a whistling sound in the room.
The witchers didn't expect that Lorenzo was also a witcher. Before they could make a judgment, Lorenzo came with a spike sword and a folding knife, like thunder in the daytime.
It was a heavy blow. The dense armor was Lorenzo's strongest defense. With such power, Lorenzo could attack recklessly without worrying about the enemy's sword.
The fight lasted only a moment. At the moment of contact, there was an instantaneous explosion. Lorenzo threw the weapon like a flying knife. The flint in it sparked sparks due to the collision, which immediately ignited the pure black viscous ** inside.
The lacquer antimony burned violently, and the rising flames sucked out all the oxygen in the room in an instant. First there was an unbearable feeling of suffocation, followed by extreme temperature and the impact of the explosion.
The glass was shattered by the surging air waves, like thousands of falling blades. The wooden furniture was stained with flames and turned into charcoal. The three people at the center of the explosion were directly bounced away by the impact and pressed heavily on the ground. The impact was still spreading, and even Shermans, who was running far away, was knocked down by this force, as if he was being squeezed by a heavy stone.
A few seconds later, strong winds brought cold rain into the room. Lorenzo stood up with difficulty in the smoke that had not yet dissipated. He was in the core area of the explosion. Even with the protection of armor, he was now in a very miserable state. He had multiple injuries on his body and his armor was covered with cracks.
He gasped with a palpitating heart, he never expected that lacquer antimony was so powerful.
After pondering all night, Lorenzo finally figured out how to use this strange substance. It would definitely not work to make it into a bullet. Once Lorenzo fired it, it would be like a musket and would explode in his hand. It would be better to make it into a projectile, such as a throwing knife.
But the only thing to note is that the throwing distance must be greater than the killing radius of this thing, otherwise the result will be like it is now.
Although he was also affected by the explosion, Lorenzo only looked a little embarrassed thanks to his armor. Looking in front of him, he saw the two demon hunters lying on the ground. They were completely unprotected and were blown to pieces at such a close distance.
One demon hunter reacted by pulling out his spiked sword to protect himself, but this action dragged him to his death instead. The spiked sword shattered in the explosion, and the broken blade pierced into his body, causing blood to flow uncontrollably.
Lorenzo did not hesitate and jumped over with the spike sword in hand. With this unexpected attack, Lorenzo wanted to continue to expand his advantage.
The power of uneasiness was rising, and the demon hunters indulged in the rising of secret blood. In this situation, it was either you or me. In just a few breaths, a demon hunter was able to move. Should I say that he really deserves to be a demon hunter? His vitality was so powerful that it was terrifying.
He clenched the spiked sword and swung it at Lorenzo. Half of his body was blown into a bloody mess, and Lorenzo could even see piles of bones in it.
Lorenzo was faster than him. He pierced his heart with the spiked sword and then twisted it hard, completely crushing the heart.