"Ah... Is that so?"
Lorenzo turned around, his visor completely closed, and everything in front of his eyes was dark. However, in the critical breakthrough state, his other senses were extremely sharp at this moment, and he could easily distinguish the actions of the demon hunters from the sounds.
"I would be surprised if you were killed so easily by me, Moriarty."
Lorenzo continued, saying that he knew very well what a tough opponent Moriarty was, and therefore Lorenzo was not at all surprised at what would happen next.
If he can do it, this dangerous enemy can probably do it too, not to mention that he has the support of the new sects behind him.
Holding the spiked sword tightly, the snakes also climbed up Lorenzo's arms and onto the spiked sword, entangled the two tightly together. While all this was happening, Lorenzo launched another attack.
The heavy armor brought up a whistling sound. Having lost his vision, Lorenzo could only attack based on his sense of smell. However, he still remembered Moriarty's position in his mind.
Although he manipulated the demon hunters who were dominated by fear, Lorenzo actually had no need to fight them. He only needed to kill Moriarty to end it all, find him, and cut off his head.
The nail sword slashed towards the location in memory, causing gusts of whistling wind.
Under this violent force, everything seemed so fragile at this moment. Steel was broken, wood was shattered, and even the fireworks were driven away by the whistling wind. It was as if a great being was issuing orders here, and in the face of these orders, all mortal things could only obey his decision.
The entire ground was split open by the heavy blows of the spiked sword, the broken wood chips were ignited by the fire, and red-hot ashes flew all over the sky.
A tiny crack appeared on the visor, and in the peripheral vision Lorenzo chased Moriarty's figure.
The sword failed to hit Moriarty. Although he was not good at fighting, he still had the physique of a demon hunter, and that was enough.
Under Lorenzo's sword attack, he retreated somewhat comically, but still did not let go of the wine glass in his hand. Moriarty was indeed a crazy guy, just as he had said to Lorenzo the night before they started working together.
He is a lonely monster, looking for other monsters of his kind.
Monsters are different from humans. What seems extremely cruel to humans is merely a way to have fun in the eyes of monsters.
Moriarty laughed wildly as he looked at the figure whose body was full of spiked swords. At the same time, in the dream he had woven, the demon hunters were roaring and screaming, and the secret blood was constantly breaking through.
Behind the sea of fire, one hideous figure after another stood up, their faces distorted but with smiles on them.
Critical breakthrough.
In an instant, several layers of terrifying erosion once again enveloped the Reichenbach, turning it into a battlefield for demons.
…
A dark shadow appeared behind the surging dark clouds, like a giant whale cruising in the sea of clouds. The next moment it broke through the barrier and rushed out of the storm.
"The route is correct, start accelerating." someone said.
Gareth nodded, motioning for him to continue, and then shifted his gaze to the front.