As blood spilled, the raging fire was twisted into a blazing white ocean. It surged wildly, like overgrown thorns, climbing up everyone's body and inflicting the most severe burning torture. The flames burned the flesh and the pain went straight to the soul.
The scattered sparks flew and landed on the skin, bringing a clear stinging pain. Garlon looked at the figure holding the gun and sword. Not sure if it was an illusion or some other reason, his figure began to distort in Garlon's eyes, growing sharp horns and spikes, and his jagged bone wings slowly opened, as if he was a demon from hell.
"Stop them, Lorenzo!"
When Shrike saw that Garlon and his men were alive, he yelled to Lorenzo behind him, and what responded to him was fierce gunfire and sword vibrations.
The Winchester kept firing, and the scattered bullets smashed the figure in the sea of fire, his flesh and blood shattered, and he fell in the flames. He reloaded the bullet and pulled the trigger again, and the blazing white dragon breath pierced through the battlefield.
Lorenzo analyzed the current situation. Judging from the condition of Garlon and the others, he could no longer rely on them. Everything now depended on Lorenzo himself.
Mortals can fight against mortals, but they cannot fight against monsters. Fortunately, Lorenzo came. He is not only an expert in fighting monsters, he himself is another more terrifying monster.
The bullets accurately pierced the enemy's heads. Even if some fearless guys charged forward, they could not advance even a single step. The impact carried by the bullets kept pushing them back.
The slender staff sword is like a twisted ribbon of light, easily slitting the enemy's throat and ending their life.
Lorenzo seemed to be attacked from all sides, but the pressure on him was not that great. In Lorenzo's opinion, as long as he was given enough time, he was fully capable of killing all these people.
But…
Lorenzo's eyes wandered over these people. There were dark crosses carved on their chests, indicating their identities.
But...something's not right.
Lorenzo's intuition warned him that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell where the strangeness was.
On the way from the casino to here, Lorenzo kept having this feeling, as if something was watching him from nowhere, with an evil and greedy grin on it, waiting for his arrival.
"Valhalla!"
The madmen screamed, and the corpses piled up all the way. They finally approached Lorenzo and were about to swing their sharp knives, but the staff sword was faster than him. After a flash of cold and chilling sword light, the throat was cut and the entire head was cut off.
"How many people are there?"
Lorenzo looked at the horrifying scene before him. Corpses were piled on the ground with flames burning on them, but these people still continued to rush forward like fanatics.
They walked out of the endless darkness behind them, as numerous as a colony of ants.
If Lorenzo had not sensed the existence of erosion, he would really doubt whether these people were contaminated by demons.
"It's a crazy belief to ignore death and fear."
He whispered, and swung his sword horizontally. The sword light smashed the enemy in front of him who was trying to get close to him. His flesh and bones were shattered, and the weapon in the enemy's hand was cut off by the irresistible force. Internal organs and blood were scattered all over the ground, turning it into a hell like a slaughterhouse.