At this moment, the legendary myth and reality overlapped, and those hideous and hateful creatures tore through the barriers of reality and came into the world.
Lorenzo walked forward, and as he moved forward, his scarred armor fell off one by one, revealing the burning torso underneath. He was like a fire demon, and wherever he went there was glow, and balls of fireworks boiled and danced above the footprints he left behind.
The cold warriors feared him instinctively. No one gave any orders, but they stood there like stone pillars, motionless.
The battle was brought to a halt by the appearance of Lorenzo, who strode towards the crucified Lawrence.
"You've really changed a lot. I didn't expect that I would lose to you."
Lawrence hung his head. He had thought that he would lose, but he didn't expect to lose so miserably. Under Lorenzo's crazy attack, he had no chance to fight back.
"You haven't lost yet, Lawrence. You and I both know where the real decisive battle is."
Lorenzo was not happy about Lawrence's surrender. Like himself, he possessed the power of Gabriel. Lorenzo only defeated Lawrence's body. Only by crushing his will could he truly kill him.
"It's been a long time since I felt so happy. It seems that I am still a cowardly mortal who craves blood and pain so much."
Lawrence tried to raise his hand, but his arm was firmly pinned by the sword, and any movement only brought him severe pain.
He was about to die. His body was now in tatters. One could see the flesh and blood struggling to move. Blood-red threads were stitching the torso, but it was obvious that its efficiency was much weaker than before.
Holy Silver restrained the healing of the wound, thereby suppressing Lawrence's self-healing. He also tried to raise the secret blood to enhance his self-healing ability through critical breakthrough, but the successive heavy blows almost made him bleed to death, and there was no more blood flowing out of the wound.
Lawrence felt that his thoughts were becoming a little heavy. It seemed that the excessive blood loss had begun to affect his brain. It would not be long before this body would die.
"Ah... Did you do all this? How cruel."
Lawrence's eyes moved slowly. He saw the embarrassed Red Falcon and Eve, the hatred-filled Hebod and Irene, the dying Miguel, the confused and painful Huo, countless warriors, and believers who were still immersed in the fight.
As if it was fate that brought everyone together at this moment.
"The night sky is burning red, which reminds me of the night of the Holy Visitation, when the night sky over the Seven Hills was also like this."
Lawrence said with some nostalgia.
Lorenzo seemed not to have heard his words and continued forward silently, the holy silver-plated nail sword in his hand emitting a cold light.
The weapons in the cello case had been emptied in the fierce fight just now. Lorenzo simply left it in the ruins. At this moment, he was left with only the spiked sword and the Winchester.
"To be honest, you are really outstanding. If it weren't for these things, I would definitely recommend you to become the next headmaster."
Lawrence knew his fate. In this state, he was too lazy to resist and just talked about random things.