The roar beside my ears gradually faded away, and the surroundings became quiet, leaving only the sound of the stream flowing.
This sounds like a good scene, but what permeates the air is not the freshness of the woods, but the disgusting smell of blood and decay. Just by this disgusting smell, people can feel the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, countless broken limbs and broken bones, twisted together by huge force, and shaped into the horrific postures in nightmares.
Lorenzo took a deep breath. The strange smell did not disturb him too much. Instead, it helped him get into the state faster.
Behind him, the auger stopped, having burned through all its fuel, and bored a huge bloody hole through the layers of flesh and blood, allowing Lorenzo to move forward.
Looking up, you can see twisted flesh and blood right above you. They were torn apart by a huge force. The broken flesh and blood were still wriggling slowly, and when they overlapped and looked like intestines surging.
“That’s disgusting.”
Lorenzo complained.
This place was like a tall building made of flesh and blood. Lorenzo had just fought his way down from the top floor. The ceiling that was smashed through was trying to heal slowly. A large amount of blood was spilling out, like water leaking after a rainstorm, flowing down and gathering together to form a scarlet stream.
The Flamebearer followed behind Lorenzo, like a demon emerging from the darkness, covered in jagged iron feathers that looked like a thousand swords put together.
"He is really stubborn at times," Lorenzo said leisurely, wiping the blood off his body, taking out a cigarette from his arms, lighting it and holding it between his lips. "The last time I killed him, it was because he refused to accept modern industry, and the result is still the same now."
"Is this traditional conservatism? Or do you not want to be outdone by me?"
Lorenzo kept muttering and turned back to look at the stopped auger drilling machine.
The steam engine emitted a trembling afterglow, like the last breath of a dying man.
Lorenzo wasn't sure whether this was a miscalculation or the enemy was too powerful. While the auger drill was breaking through the flesh and blood, the flesh and blood was also constantly regenerating and blocking it. This consumed more fuel than expected. As a result, when it drilled here, the auger drill had consumed all its fuel.
Come to think of it, according to the original plan, it was going to break through the solid rock, not this damn flesh and blood. Merlin couldn't have guessed that the Cathedral of St. Naro would become such a horrible state.
In fact, even Lorenzo himself couldn't think of it.
He swung the nail sword and cut the ground beneath his feet. The solid surface cracked, but there were fine blood threads in the cross-section, and blood slowly seeped out.
"I've spent so much time here after all, and it's really strange to see you like this."
Lorenzo sighed.
The Cathedral of San Naro, as a demon hunter, Lorenzo, occupies a special place in his memory. Just like the Temple of Stasis below, this city is Lorenzo's starting point and now it is also his end point.
“It’s all like reincarnation…”
Lorenzo whispered.
The building began to tremble violently. Faint thunder could be heard from above and the ceiling began to cave in, as if some monster was trying to break through the defenses. Scarlet vines grew between the broken stones, tightly holding onto the bricks and stones to resist the uninvited guest. However, as the thunder grew louder, a flash of light flashed by and the ceiling completely collapsed.