This is a battle in the [gap], but Lorenzo has no intention of fighting. All he wants now is to find a way to escape.
His face was covered with blood. The moment he fought with Edlen, Lorenzo realized that he had no ability to fight him. Presumably, when Watson wrote to her, she encountered such a strange existence.
A ghost that has lived for thousands of years, wandering in the [gap].
During these long years, Lorenzo could hardly imagine how vast the knowledge in Edlon's mind was and how profound his sublimation would be.
Of course, the most important thing is Edlon's identity. As one of the Watchers, Lorenzo is the only one with independent consciousness that he has come into contact with. Perhaps he is the founder of the Watchers.
So what is under the fence... or the Well of Ascension
Running wildly in the Stasis Temple, the deeper Lorenzo went, the more he realized the complexity of the environment. It was completely different from the Stasis Temple he was familiar with. This Stasis Temple existing in the [Gap] was like a maze.
With the threat of death coming from behind, Lorenzo was like a hunted prey. He rushed around in the maze and could not find a way out.
A sharp sound of wind was heard and Lorenzo stopped abruptly. The next moment, a deep crack appeared on the ground in front of him, and a rusty spike sword was stuck on it, shaking slightly.
If Lorenzo had not stopped, the sword would have had a good chance of piercing through Lorenzo's body.
Normally he might not care about such an injury, but now he exists in the [Gap] in a spiritual state. Although he possesses the power of Gabriel, Lorenzo is very clear that his control of this power is as clumsy as a child.
"Why? Why stop others from exploring the truth?"
Lorenzo turned and shouted to the approaching figure.
Edlun walked steadily, with several mottled spiked swords in the sword bag behind him, some of which were broken and some were full of gaps.
He did not answer Lorenzo's words. Unlike his initial calmness, Lorenzo could clearly see Edlen's distorted face. He looked furious and hated Lorenzo for crossing the fence.
Edren drew out a new spike sword again and held it tightly in his hand.
The next second, he swung the nail sword and came like the wind.
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"Forward! Forward!"
Hebode waved his arms vigorously and cheered loudly.
As the Morning Advance accelerated, they galloped all the way and soon distanced themselves from the sea snakes, escaped the iron curtain-like storm, and moved forward under the dazzling sunlight.
Looking at the white world, many people's hearts were illuminated. Only then did they realize how important light is to human beings.
The demons on the ship were also being strangled in an orderly manner. After losing the external threat, the soldiers seemed to be adept at dealing with these twisted flesh and blood, and killed most of the demons easily.
Everything seemed to be moving in the right direction. The heavy ram was like a sharp sword, cutting through all obstacles along the way.
Although the black angel remained silent, a little hope emerged in everyone's heart. They could still move forward and they could still survive.