The spiked sword was like a paintbrush. As its sharp edge gently slid across, a blazing white rolling sun appeared, standing in front of Lorenzo, with the dazzling light roaring and burning.
The existence of the scorching sun lasted for less than a few seconds, and then the high power could no longer be restrained and collapsed in an instant.
The light spread out into a blazing white impact, sweeping across the dark masses of demons.
In an instant, all the combustible materials around were ordered to burn. They began to crack and boil, the walls became charred, and the dead bodies began to turn into ashes and shattered onto the ground.
A red light appeared on the bodies of the demons, and they were burning hot like red-hot coals.
They were unable to move. The deadly high temperature took their lives in an instant. At this moment, they were just dead sculptures. Lorenzo strode over, swung his spike sword, and smashed these frozen demons into pieces. Ashes splashed all over the sky and surged past.
"Stop driving these useless things, Roger."
Lorenzo exclaimed.
"You should know that for us, the existence of these things is just to increase the number of corpses."
More smoke and dust rose up. Lorenzo walked against the black smoke and saw Roger at the end of the corridor.
The situation was already very bad. Lorenzo had no idea how many people Roger had corrupted and how many beacons he had implanted into their brains. The purification mechanism had begun to uncontrollably disintegrate under his surprise attack.
Although Percival escaped from the Broken Dome, Roger still has the ability to invade her consciousness at any time, and there are more unknown survivors...
Lorenzo gave up thinking. He just wanted to kill the guy in front of him and test his limits.
"Yes, we are the sublimated beings, and have long surpassed mortals."
Roger lowered his head and looked at the long spike in his hand.
This is not the real him. The real Roger is just a disordered consciousness. What Lorenzo sees is just one of his many carriers. However, since this carrier has not been used for a long time, the degree to which the body has been alienated by the consciousness is not that deep, so the strength it exerts is also different.
But this is still a carrier after all.
The body Roger used and the sword he wielded were just habits he had acquired as a human.
He is no longer human, but he is often still influenced by human thoughts.
"Let me try, Holmes."
Roger smiled, probably agreeing with Lorenzo's idea. All the demons stopped attacking, the fire in their eyes disappeared, as if they were dead.
Heavy wind pressure came instantly, and Lorenzo heard delayed footsteps, while at the same time a huge force came from his chest.
The spike broke through the armor and pierced his chest.
His pupils dilated slightly, but soon fire ignited in them again. Lorenzo's body leaned back and was stopped as the spike sword fell. He also swung the spike sword with his other hand, and the sound of metal was heard, but it was blocked as expected.
Roger raised another spike and blocked the attack, but this was not the end of Lorenzo's counterattack, as a loud flame exploded from under the armor.
In the blazing light, Lorenzo stood up with difficulty and smashed Roger's head with his head. Under the strong shock, the visors of both parties fell off, and then their burning eyes met.