Ember Gun

  Chapter 64 Suspicious Clouds in the Past

  Many times the skill of killing can also be called art.

This is what a friend of Lorenzo said a long time ago. He was a very nasty witcher, wielding an elegant rapier, with a handkerchief in his pocket, and wearing white gloves. Spray a lot of perfume on the body.

Lorenzo once thought that this guy was really just a narcissist with a cleanliness, but later he discovered that this elegant witcher is really an artist, his sword fighting skills are extremely superb, watching him kill the enemy like Appreciating a dance, the enemy fell powerlessly after a dance, the scarlet blood was like a red flower sprinkled by Mr. Guan, and he did not leave a trace of blood on his body, like the wind.

Thinking of this old friend is not a revelation before his death, but Lorenzo suddenly realized that he has also reached the level of an artist. Look at his immediate reaction and game. The situation is under Lorenzo's counterattack. Instantly reversed, if that friend would definitely applaud for himself.

  The new spike sword was drawn from the suitcase hanging from his waist. Lorenzo looked at the burning white flames coldly, only waiting for the figure in it to die.

  The predictable scenery did not happen, but the beginning like a nightmare.

In the boiling pure white, the pitch-black figure slowly walked out, and such a painful white flame seemed to entangle him like a cloud. He drew the nail sword from his chest and threw it aside casually, Ed with a grinning smile Looking at Lorenzo, the pure whiteness similar to the firework continued to enlarge in his eyes, like a raging fire in the abyss, blazing, and finally overflowing the dark cage.

   "Do you feel pain?"

  He looked at Lorenzo triumphantly, and then raised the blade in his hand.

The previous sword strikes were too fast, like a white light that could be held. Lorenzo could not distinguish his weapon at all, but at this moment he could see clearly, and the pain like burning fire spread from the wound on his shoulder. Come.

  The self-healing of Secret Blood was contained. It seemed that there was some power preventing Lorenzo from self-healing, and the wound was terrifying and terrifying.

   "It's... Holy Silver."

  Lorenzo saw the sword clearly, and was also frightened by the terrible fact.

  The sword in Ed's hand is only the blade and the hilt, like a long silver nail, just like Lorenzo's nail sword...to be precise, it is a nail sword of the Hunter's Order.

  It has been used by users for many years, because it is properly maintained, the blade is still sharp, but there are many more deep and shallow scratches on the smooth blade. I don't know how many enemies have been killed.

"Holy silver is an alchemy product that contains faith. When every great saint dies, he will dedicate himself to the burning iron furnace. The dying body will sing prayers. The tumbling liquid silver will engulf them. After cooling down, they will undergo alchemy. The treatment by the magician has become a product called Holy Silver."

  The madness in Ed's eyes gradually extinguished, with nostalgia and a little sadness, he flicked the blade.

   "Demon hunter, although this weapon is a weapon against demons, it is also deadly to us."

"I am clear."

  Lorenzo interrupted Ed, and he finally faced the enemy in front of him, with mixed feelings.

   "We are the demon hunters, carrying secret blood, and the secret blood is essentially derived from demons, which means that we are actually a group of demons that can control the demonization..."

   "Yes, so the holy silver that kills the enemy will also kill us."

   Ed whispered, and then the madness swept over again. He was holding the spiked sword with the tip of the sword drooping slightly, which was the posture in Lorenzo's familiar Bologna swordsmanship.

   "So what is this? The dragon slayer eventually becomes the evil dragon?"

  As if it were a mockery of fate, Lorenzo looked at the demon hunter in front of him with a helpless smile.

   "You did all this, right? Apart from the dead monsters, only we know how to use the technology of the monsters."

   "What do you mean? This horrible fantasy? I can't do so much, at best I can count as a thug."

  "Are you working for a monster?"

"Any questions?"

Lorenzo shook his head and slowly raised the nail sword to assume a posture similar to Ed. The blades of the two of them had burning eyes with the shadow of the sword. This huge battlefield is now their duel field. .

   "Then what are you doing?"

  Lorenzo finally asked.

  "There are many reasons. For example, I have been trying to find my fellows for so many years. After all, I have too many things to ask."

"What do you want to know?"

  Lorenzo smiled coldly. He thought he was the only survivor, but now it seems that Goddess of Luck has not only favored him.

   "There are many, such as why the sect was disbanded, why the world no longer needs us, and...the thirteenth secret order!"

   Ed's voice turned into a roar in the end, he moved forward hoarsely, and the pure white fireworks covered his whole body, like a burning beast.

  Secret Order No. 13.

  For a moment, Lorenzo's thinking stopped, but then the dazzling sword light dragged his thoughts back to reality, reluctantly greeted him, but his brain couldn't stop thinking.

  Why is it the thirteenth secret order? What did the order in the final madness!

This is a fight between two demon hunters, violent swordsmanship with blazing fireworks, Ed's secret blood is gradually awakening, and the speed of power is increasing in one minute and one second, and the impact from the blade is getting heavier and heavier. .

   "What are you waiting for! Demon hunter, quickly wake up that dirty secret blood!"

Ed's nail sword slashed with great power, Lorenzo was forced to retreat for a few minutes, and then he took Winchester's shot, but at the moment Edder was protected by the secret blood, and the swiftness of the figure had reached a weird level. , The distance that was obviously inevitable was forcibly avoided by his quick pace.

   "We don't need to die and die!"

  Lorenzo once again blocked the sword attack, and then shouted.

  He and Ed may be the last demon hunters. Perhaps what the two people know can be merged together to spell out the deepest doubts of the order, but Ed refused, he shouted.

   "No chance, Demon Hunter!"

  The heavy sword strike fell again, slashing on the ground, leaving a deep sword mark.

   "So who are you working for now!"

  Lorenzo gritted his teeth, as if he didn't expect that the Order that had been dead for many years could still hinder him today.

   Ed did not answer, just attacked blindly.

  "No...who are you...all the demon hunters have died on the night of the Holy Prophet! Who are you!"

  Suddenly remembered something, Lorenzo finally realized the doubts between these things, and he questioned again.

   seems to have attracted Ed's attention, but this time he did not continue to attack, with crazy joy in his eyes, as if he had found some treasure.

   "You really know what happened that night, right!"

  The suspicion of the Demon Hunting Order finally cleared a little, and Ed said slowly with years of hatred and incomprehension.

   "Of course I am a demon hunter, but when you go to the Seven Hills to celebrate the birthday of the gods, I am still performing a long-term mission outside."

   "You know what will happen next, right."

Looking at Lorenzo, although Ed did not say much information, in Lorenzo's eyes, a clear story had appeared. He was silent, that should be buried in the deepest part of his memory. .

  "The Holy Night event broke out. After the incident, the Pope signed the thirteenth secret order, and then the Demon Hunter Order was disbanded. The demon hunters who once defended humans became sewer rats and were slaughtered."

   "Why, demon hunter, why did we get such a result?"

  Like a child who doesn’t understand social principles, Ed looks at Lorenzo and keeps asking, seeming to be asking himself and Lorenzo.

  Looking at Ed's crazy and sad cheeks, Lorenzo left the Order after Saint Night. He guessed that the church would undergo a major cleansing, but he did not expect it to be the thirteenth secret order.

   "Is the result still bad?"

  Lorenzo asked suddenly, with this feeling of dangling.

   "The Black Heart Company is finally dead, and we are finally free. Why should we still be immersed in hatred? Isn't it good to be free to chase our dreams?"

  Lorenzo said and laughed, seeming to be amused by himself.

But Ed shook his head. He looked at Lorenzo as if he was looking at a guy who deceived himself.

   "Demon hunter, you are more pitiful than me. I looked at my pain directly, but you used ridiculous dreams to hide yourself. The best proof is that you still keep the nails."

  Viciously cursing, he said to Lorenzo.

   "You are also scared, right, scared of the monster that suddenly walks out of the dark, so you are clinging to the nail sword."

  (End of this chapter)