In the dim and disordered world, chaotic voices echoed, of different genders, different ages, and different emotions... They roared together, hitting Lorenzo's mind hard.
Once again, Lorenzo heard the sound of collapse, and the darkness gradually broke apart, revealing absolute nothingness.
He stretched out his hand and struggled hard, but Lorenzo was like a drowning man, everything was in vain. He began to lose cognition and gradually turned into a numb corpse.
A light falls.
The gorgeous world exploded before my eyes.
Lorenzo took a deep breath and bounced up from the ground like a slingshot. At the same time, dense layers of armor overlapped each other, protecting his body and adding a little sense of security.
This was a useless move. Lorenzo knew very well that no matter how heavy the armor was, it could not resist the invasion from the [Gap]. But that was human instinct.
Still holding the staff sword tightly in his hands, Lorenzo felt more relaxed. He looked at the ruins around him, searching for any trace of Roger.
But there was nothing left in the ruins. Except for Lorenzo, most people fell to the ground and were in a coma. A few people were barely conscious. They had painful expressions on their faces. They tried to get up and then fell down.
The demons also fell, they turned into corpses that could not even breathe, their flesh and blood were still warm, but their death was certain.
"Roger..."
With his fiery eyes sweeping over, Lorenzo carefully sensed the changes in erosion, but suddenly found that the erosion around him had dropped a lot, and the monster next to him had lost its erosion. If he could not see the monster's hideous body, he would have doubted whether it was a monster.
An unknown force suppressed the erosion, and Lorenzo was no exception. The chaotic voices in his mind became louder.
He half-knelt down and pressed his head hard. The pitch-black armor began to bulge inward. Countless spikes pierced his skin, bringing severe pain and making him conscious.
Blood dripped along the dark crack.
Lorenzo was panting. He could feel the pain on his skin and the touch of the black cube. [Echoes of the End] was on him. He waited for Roger to appear.
Faced with such sudden situations, Lorenzo's decisions have always been crazy. He has planned everything. If possible, he will try his best to fight Roger, at least he will not be defeated so easily and buy some time.
Then he looked forward to Edlon's arrival. Lorenzo felt that as a watcher, he would not miss the opportunity to hunt Roger.
But by that time, Lorenzo probably had no hope of survival.
Not to mention being able to defeat the opponent, in a one-on-one situation, Lorenzo would be lucky to escape, let alone facing both of them at the same time.
Then there would be only one thing left for Lorenzo to do.
Detonate [Echoes of the End], turn yourself into the carrier of this power, use [Gaps] to travel, and directly hit the Well of Sublimation.
This was a huge gamble, a gamble on Lorenzo's life and this last hope. Lorenzo didn't know what the chances of winning were, but it was better than dying here.
"Holmes!"
Someone was calling me, but I wasn't sure if it was an illusion or something else.
Lorenzo grasped the staff sword tightly, and dense scales grew along his wrist, wrapping around the blade, turning it into a pitch-black greatsword.