The figure jumped up from the blazing sea of fire, and threw the girl under his armpit out with force. With a scream, the red falcon was knocked back by the sudden disaster. In mid-air, the second-rate detective turned around in an almost weird way, and a blazing white flame surged at the muzzle of the gun, followed by thunder.
Countless hands stretched out from the sea of fire, trying to cross the blazing boundary, but heavy projectiles fell and drove them away one by one. Then Lorenzo came down with the silver-white sword, like a thunderbolt, at such a speed that only a pale light could be seen.
Whether it was steel, fireworks, or the body of a demon, the blinding sparks cut it all off like falling stars.
"Cut the hook!"
Red Falcon pushed Eve aside and yelled at Lorenzo.
But the detective seemed to have no intention of listening to his instructions. He just turned around slowly and looked at Hong Xun and asked.
"Do you still have that incendiary weapon?"
"You...what are you going to do! Cut the hook quickly!"
Hong Xun felt like he was about to explode. This guy must be a psychopath! If he wanted to die, there was no need to take them with him!
"So many demons must be eliminated. Once they leave, their polluting nature will only make the situation worse. I must eliminate them here."
Although he is no longer a demon hunter, the occupational disease still exists. Only one of Lorenzo and the demon can survive.
He swung the sword without any emotion and pierced the demon that was rushing towards him with a casual sword. He turned around and raised the shotgun, and the gunfire filled his entire field of vision.
But this was not a solution. Soon the demons swarmed in like a tide, and Lorenzo could only keep retreating. At the last moment, he jumped into the armored carriage and closed the heavy door tightly.
The carriage was pitch black, with heavy breathing, rapid heartbeats, and the sound of countless claws scratching at steel mixed together. It seemed like a funeral symphony, and they were the dead in the coffins.
"Are you crazy? You had a chance to cut the hook! They can't catch up with the speed of the train!"
In the darkness, the red falcon swooped over, grabbed Lorenzo's collar and roared at him. Because of Lorenzo, everyone in the carriage would be buried with him, and there was an error in the transportation of weapons. No one could guarantee whether it would affect the subsequent missions in Ende Town.
"But they must die."
Lorenzo didn't care about the furious Red Falcon at all. He was smoking a cigarette, and the little light of fire was so eye-catching in the darkness.
"You should know about the existence of demons, right? I guess Old Dunling must have something similar to the Demon Hunting Cult."
He said it casually, but it hit Red Falcon's heart. He didn't expect that this detective knew so much. Not only did he know about demons, he was also aware of the existence of the Demon Hunting Cult.
Six years ago, the Seven Hills were suddenly closed to the outside world, and the huge Templar Knights stationed outside the Seven Hills to seal off the city. The closure lasted for two years. No one could go in or out. Even after the incident, the strictness of the Seven Hills reached the highest level in history.