In the hazy rain curtain, a dark shadow was chasing the speeding train, and surging steam overflowed from the gaps in the machinery, like a sharp blade, easily piercing through the wind and rain.
Lorenzo jumped high from his horse, grabbed the edge of the train, and pierced the sharp sword into the gap between the steel. With Lorenzo's strength, the door was slowly pried open. This was a freight car. Lorenzo pried it open to a size that was barely big enough for one person to enter, and then he got in.
The cargo did not fill the entire cargo box, which gave him some space to rest. He leaned against the cargo, while rain and cold wind poured into the cargo box through the pried-open gap.
Lorenzo was breathing heavily, and after resting for a while, he slowly sat up. Although the movement was slight, it still pulled the wound, making him grimace.
Fortunately, Lorenzo was only affected by Cantrera. The deadly poison did not kill him. With the healing of the secret blood, Lorenzo has recovered a lot, but he still has nosebleeds from time to time.
He wiped it simply and looked outside the carriage. The rain covered everything. Lorenzo felt that this train was traveling in a world of nothingness and would never reach its destination.
After being stunned for a while, Lorenzo took out the notebook in his arms. This was what Shermans gave to him at the last moment. The old man looked angry at that time, and it seemed that he insisted on doing so just to give him the notebook.
"Cursed knowledge..."
Lorenzo thought about this sentence. This was not the first time Lorenzo had heard this sentence. Although the expression might be different, it often had this meaning in alchemy.
As if he touched something, Lorenzo's breathing became rapid.
The notebook was thick and plain, with a little blood on it. Lorenzo could no longer tell whether it was his or Shermans'.
He was just about to open the notebook when he saw the bookmark in it, which was located on the last few pages of the notebook.
Lorenzo recalled the situation when he infiltrated. Shermans was writing something in his notebook, and then he was assassinated.
He had reason to believe that the notebook was precious. After everything he had just experienced, Shermans had done to protect the notebook, or in other words, to allow himself to take the knowledge in the notebook away from that Jedi.
Opening the book along the bookmark, the ink on the page has not completely dried yet. It seems that this is the last words written by Shermans. The handwriting is very neat at first, but there seems to be something wrong with Shermans himself. His handwriting becomes more and more sloppy as time goes by, and there are even large stains of blood covering the page.
Lorenzo felt a little pressure. He had gotten rid of the demon hunters of the new sect, and he was sitting on a speeding train. He was safe, but as he read Shermans' handwriting, a strange sense of crisis gradually descended on him.
"What exactly is a demon?"
Demons are very special things. Even with the knowledge accumulated by the Demon Hunting Cult over the years, it is difficult to give a good overview of them.
But to put it simply, the demon is an extremely powerful creature, with outstanding strength and speed, terrifying vitality, and a bloodthirsty desire. But in the final analysis, it is just a powerful creature. When it comes to the nature of corrosion, the demon's horror undergoes a qualitative change.