Eve and Red Falcon were awakened from their sleep, and in their sleepiness they saw Hebod holding a weapon.
No one was stupid. In this situation, no one was in a bad mood. Everyone regained consciousness instantly and picked up their weapons in their pajamas.
Red Falcon and Hebode stayed in the room. This was Lorenzo's instruction. Eve stayed beside Hercule. Lorenzo had reminded her before that Hercule had little fighting ability and he needed to be protected first.
It was quiet at night. The door had been pushed open. Lorenzo had just left from here. Hebode and Falcon hid behind the sofa, using it as a cover, with their guns pointed at the darkness outside the door.
The time of joy was over, and they had left the land of Yngverg and faced the darkness across the channel.
The lights in the corridor went out because of Lorenzo. He rolled up the sharp spiked sword with his shirt. The weapon was too shiny, and even the slightest light in the darkness would reflect on it, thus exposing Lorenzo's position.
He lowered his breathing and walked barefoot silently on the carpet in the corridor.
While chatting with Hebod, Lorenzo noticed the tiny sounds, the approaching danger, and the instinct that came from the demon hunter.
When Lorenzo realized that the enemies in his mission this time were not just mortals, he could feel an inexplicable emotion in himself.
Not fear, nor anger.
But joy.
For some reason, when Lorenzo learned about Lawrence's remnants, he became extremely happy. Lorenzo himself could not understand why. It was as if when he threw away the normal disguise, the same crazy devil was buried in the deepest part of his soul.
In order to facilitate the operation, under the arrangement of Nordro, there were no other passengers except Lorenzo and his group, and no waiters would come here. This place briefly became Lorenzo's territory, and anyone who approached rashly might be an enemy.
Who will the enemy be
The Iron Law Bureau? Or the so-called choir? How did they know of their existence
Or has someone exposed his whereabouts? Who could it be
Lorenzo thought about it, and then he smelled a hint of uneasiness.
It was the smell of blood. A familiar bloody smell came from this dark corridor, and at the same time, the suppressed groans became clearer.
There are people injured
Lorenzo moved closer to the sound and put the Winchester into his waistband. Because the spiked sword was covered by his shirt, he was now shirtless, and the hideous tattoo seemed to come alive, twisting and growing on his back.
This is actually an alchemical matrix that guides power, sublimating the body of the demon hunter and thus guiding out the forbidden power hidden in the blood.
There were more and more familiar smells in the air. Lorenzo could smell them: fear, terror, despair...
Lorenzo's movements suddenly stopped, as if he was frozen in place. He seemed to be judging something, and then white flames rose in his eyes.
A burning white flame lit up in the dark corridor. He gave up hiding himself and ran quickly. The flame was pulled into a blazing white track. The spike sword vibrated and tore his pajamas.