Lorenzo was covered with armor that looked like a black angel's. However, it was more like a group of entangled snakes crawling on his body, intertwining with each other to form this strange armor. White flames poured out from the gaps in the armor, as if what was under the armor was not a body of flesh and blood, but a divine body made entirely of flames.
"Sabo, to kill a demon you have to destroy not only the heart, but also the brain."
A deep voice sounded in his ears, and the burning sword was swung down easily, and the bound arm broke.
The wound left by the sword blade was not a smooth cut surface, but black charcoal. The extreme high temperature destroyed all the cells the moment it fell, turning them into floating ashes.
Then the light from the sky pierced through all the darkness.
Lorenzo stood on a wooden stake in the fire. Everything around him was burning due to the high temperature. His injuries were being healed, although the speed was not very fast. But Lorenzo would not die for the time being.
This is the power of demons. Even if the brain of a demon is destroyed, the body will still act on instinct. Even if the heart is destroyed, the body can still fight for a period of time driven by will. Even a demon with high purity secret blood like Lorenzo can be directly forcibly healed, but the price is a bit high. Compared with life, these are worthless.
“Is this the glimmer of hope in the box?”
Looking at the humiliating light, Sabo's eyes filled with tears.
"After all, you are different from me. I got such a twisted body from the secret blood, but you can be so sacred..."
In the end, even the ominous secret blood rejected Sabo. It was obvious that he and Lorenzo had the same blood, but the final result was completely different. The strange body slowly rolled up and its head lowered, like a disappointed child.
"It's just a false sanctity."
The snakes climbed up Lorenzo's neck, sucking his blood, and in return their strong snake scales became his armor.
The flaming sword hung low, and Lorenzo arched his body, foreshadowing a sword strike.
Dawn is coming, illuminating everything, and the darkness will have nowhere to hide. But just like the last carnival before death, the night before dawn is also the darkest, the deepest night, and the last counterattack from the shadows.
The rock wall above the head became dry and all the water drops were evaporated. It was the fire from the top. Thanks to the work of the purification mechanism, the fire had burned to the bottom layer. No matter whether it was demons or humans, there would be no chance of survival under the fatal high temperature. Their bodies were turned into charcoal inch by inch, and then shattered into light ashes, and finally they fell asleep under the earth.
The whole world is crumbling, and the fragile underground palace is collapsing layer by layer, just like an old man whose organs are failing one after another. It is about to die, and soon the bottom layer will be crushed by the bricks above. The time is running out for the two of them, and countless pieces of rubble and dust fall, causing ripples on the water. Only one of them can leave alive.
Therefore, the mottled rapier pierced through the heavy dust. The scarlet eyes were jealous of Lorenzo. He was jealous of everyone in the world. The sharp sword and the fire sword slashed together. The dark gray metal was burned red by the high temperature, and the blood dripping on it evaporated in an instant.