In the blazing fireworks, the gate of heaven collapsed again. The broken scroll on it seemed to reflect the reality. Demons crawled out from the darkness and heaven was destroyed by the fireworks.
In order to open a path forward in this closed flesh and blood, Lawrence lost a lot of physical strength under the scorching sun. The size of the team gradually decreased, but they were still a group of deadly monsters.
"If I had known this, I would have been more cautious."
Lawrence whispered.
Perhaps because they were overwhelmed by the ecstasy of their ideals, Lawrence's army suffered many meaningless sacrifices along the way.
Although he had always been rational, he was somewhat blood-thirsty in front of the hordes of demons. Under the crush of the legion, they almost wiped out all the demons along the way, but they also paid a higher price for it.
If Lawrence had been more rational and cautious, perhaps he would have had many more legions left than he does now.
But... it's nothing.
This self-injustice did not last long in Lawrence's mind. He had already put too much energy into this day. Just like the relief after pressure, he allowed himself to make such a mistake.
It was different for Lorenzo. He didn't suffer any loss along the way, not even much physical energy wasted. As the Forward Towards Dawn climbed, Lorenzo fell from the sky, and his state was completely different from Lawrence.
[Leave it to me next!]
Watson's voice rang in Lorenzo's mind and echoed in Lawrence's ears.
The Flame Bearer suddenly accelerated, passed all the figures and reached the front of the team. At the same time, the Gate of Heaven began to turn into flesh and blood, slowly shrinking, and the huge gap began to close, trying to keep these invaders out.
A sharp whistle sounded, and several iron feathers pierced into the door. They spun and attacked, tearing the door open again before it was closed. Then the grappling hooks cut through the sky and nailed into the darkness behind the door.
As the hook was retracted, the Flame Bearer also quickened his pace. It was moving so fast that its huge figure advanced at high speed in the constantly collapsing corridor, like a giant running by, bringing with it bursts of rumbling footsteps.
“Well done!”
Lorenzo shouted.
The Flame Bearer arrived at the Gate of Heaven first and could clearly see that there were faint veins protruding from the solid rock with a scarlet color.
It did not hold back at all, its iron feathers rose up, completely tearing apart the Gate of Heaven that should have been closed, and also pulled in the surrounding solid rocks, further expanding the collapse.
Lorenzo ran as fast as he could. Under his feet was the soft and strange ground. Above his head and around him was flesh and blood that kept collapsing and shrinking. Dazzling fireworks illuminated the darkness around him, and there were bursts of miserable roars as the soundtrack.
In a trance, Lorenzo saw many figures, one after another, wearing iron armor. Lorenzo knew very well that he did not know these people, but he could subconsciously read out their names, even though their faces were covered by masks.
Lorenzo's lips moved slightly, but what came out was not a name, but a string of cold numbers, unfamiliar numbers.
The running figures paused, and Lorenzo couldn't help but shudder. He passed those blurry shadows and vaguely felt that countless eyes were on him.