Ember Gun

  Chapter 38 Desperadoes

The armor that looks like a *** is covering Lorenzo's body, but compared to the armor, it is better to say that it is a group of entangled snakes climbing on his body, intertwined with each other, and become this weird armor. , Blazing fireworks gushed out from the gaps in the armor, as if under the armor was not a flesh and blood body, but a God's Holy Spirit body cast entirely by flames.

   "Sabo, killing demons not only destroys the heart, but also the brain."

   A deep voice sounded in the ear, the burning blade was easily swung down, and the bound arm broke in response.

  The wound cut by the blade is not a flat cut surface, but a pitch-black coke. The extreme high temperature destroys all the cells at the moment of falling and turns into floating ashes.

   Then the light of the sky pierced everything in the dark.

  Lorenzo stood on the wooden stake in the ashes, and the surrounding area under his feet was being burned with the high temperature, and his injuries were being healed. Although the speed was not very fast, Lorenzo could not die for the time being.

This is the power of the demon. Even if the brain is destroyed, the body will act on the basis of instinct, and the heart will be destroyed, and the body can fight for a period of time driven by will, even the secret blood like Lorenzo. Those with high purity can be directly cured by force, but the cost is a bit expensive, but compared to life, these are worthless.

   "Is this a glimmer of hope in the box?"

  Looking at the quiet light, Sabo tears in his eyes.

   "After all, you are still different from me. What I got in the secret blood is such a twisted body, but you can be so sacred..."

In the end, even the unknown secret blood rejected Sabo. It was clear that he and Lorenzo were the same blood, but the final result was completely different. The weird body was slowly rolled up, and the head was lowered, like a disappointed child. .

   "The hypocrisy is sacred."

  The group of snakes climbed onto Lorenzo's neck. They sucked the blood, and the reward was that the solid snake scales became his armor.

  The burning fire sword hung down, and Lorenzo arched up, which was a sign of the sword strike.

  Dawn is coming, illuminating everything, darkness has nowhere to hide, but just like the last carnival before death, before dawn is also the darkest, extremely deep night, the last counterattack from the shadows.

The rock wall above the head became dry, and all the water droplets were evaporated. It was the fire from the top. With the work of the cleaning mechanism, the fire had burned to the bottom. Whether it was a monster or a human, it was deadly. There will be no chance of surviving under the high temperature, and the body will turn into coke inch by inch, crushed into light ashes, and finally sleep under the earth.

The whole world is crumbling, and the fragile underground palace is collapsing layer by layer, just like an elderly old man. The organs of his body are declining one by one, and it will die. Soon, it will be covered by the stone bricks on the bottom layer soon. Overwhelmed, there was not much time left for the two of them, countless rubble and dust fell, causing ripples on the surface of the water, and only one of them could leave alive.

Therefore, the mottled stabbing sword penetrated the heavy dust, the scarlet eyes were jealous of Lorenzo, he was jealous of everyone in the world, the sharp sword and the fire sword were cut together, and the dark gray metal was burned by the high temperature. The blood dripping on it also evaporated in an instant.

   "No one can decide his birth, but he can decide the future!"

  Sabo screamed, his body is already that deformed monster, but he still feels that he can live, he will live, this is his only wish.

  Lorenzo and him are fighting the blade. To this extent, the sword skill is no longer important. It is only the skill of killing people, but it is not the blade of killing demons.

There is no skill to speak of, the two are like primitive monsters, fighting in the purest form. The stabbing sword slashed on the solid snake scales and burst out with dazzling sparks leaving deep scars. The burning blade burned sin. Body, but the proliferation of flesh and blood quickly replaced the dead part.

  Like the ouroboros that devours its own tail, it is destroyed and reborn until one side falls.

   "There is no chance for Saab anymore. Many things will have no chance to change when you make a decision."

   Lorenzo said indifferently.

Everything tonight originated from the sacred coffin, and the mutation in the underground palace originated from the doctor who was related to it. Lorenzo had dealt with many such things. He knew very well that the doctor left secret blood. The spread of secret blood on a large scale caused those people to become monsters, and Sabo was the only one who could keep his senses.

  No, maybe he did this for the secret blood. The deformed body has long been unable to support it, and only the secret blood can bring him a turn for the better.

  The fire sword slashed continuously, like a blacksmith’s hammer, slamming steel and fire frantically.

  Lorenzo pushed Sabo back, and then followed again. The surface of the water rose due to the high temperature boiling, which reflected the hideous shadow and light.

   once again roared, the collapse was approaching, and this time Lorenzo tried his best to swing the sword, and the red stabbing in the roar broke.

It was the sword that had accompanied Sabo for many years. It finally broke today. He grabbed the broken head of the sword, and the growth of flesh and blood entangled it, and then stab Lorenzo, the blade inserted into the small gap in the armor. In, cut into the depths of flesh and blood.

Sabo opened his mouth, and his sharp teeth bit on Lorenzo's body. He no longer has a sword, but he still has sharp teeth and strong arms. He will bite Lorenzo's throat. The arm would drown him in the water.

  He hasn't lost yet, he can continue.

The rock wall above my head finally couldn't withstand the weight and began to collapse. Countless rubble fell and completely destroyed the underground river. The two men's fight was interrupted by this sudden change, and the river water slammed them against the bottom of the water. The rock finally sank.

Under the gloomy water, the hot fire still burns, and the drowning people are like crazy before they die. The figures are twisted together. After a short pause, they fight each other in the rushing water. It is no longer a battle between humans. It's more like a beast.

  Heavy gravel pressed on them, and dark red blood gushed from the gaps and flesh of the armor, drifting with the waves, and the huge drop hit the surrounding rock walls.

Sabo bit Lorenzo with his sharp hands and fangs. The armor of black iron withered like scales. The fiery fire was released from it. The burning sword repeatedly strangled Sabo's abdomen, killing and killing Resurrected again.

The whimpering and roaring constantly, he stubbornly strangled Lorenzo's head, even if the overflowing fireworks burned his palm, he would not let it go, holding him like iron tongs, pressing him down, hitting the bulge on the bottom of the water. .

Lorenzo's offensive froze suddenly, it seemed that something stuck him, preventing him from completely "muting", and the flames died down, but in the end Lorenzo broke free of Sabo's restraints in the water, and ignored him. The injury on the body, the burning palm tightly hugged Sabo's head and then the high temperature evaporated everything.

  In the chaotic and muddy blue world, the glimmer kept on, but the huge water still swept away everything.

   At the end of the entangled death fight, it seemed that both of them were exhausted, with blood loss and injury, cold water and suffocation, they loosened each other weakly, and were rushed to the edge of the sewer exit together.

  There is no grand curtain call, only two people washed ashore like dead dogs.

In a few seconds or a few minutes, one of the bodies finally moved again. The twisted palm grabbed the edge of the shore, and Sabo climbed up to the shore with difficulty. He gasped, and the flesh and blood in his abdomen twisted and squirmed. The cold air poured into the lungs, tears couldn't help streaming down, although he was painful, but he was still alive, he was still alive.

  He has nothing, and once again became a desperate, his only arm scratched the ground forcefully, dragging himself on the ground, leaving a large blood stain behind him.

There is a cloud of vision in his vision, Sabo can only judge the direction based on the feeling of the breeze. Lorenzo’s final blow at the bottom of the river almost melted his head. Although he failed, his fragile eyeballs have been destroyed. , He needs time to recover.

Sabo is only one step away from freedom. This escape route was built by himself. He knows exactly what to do next. Outside the narrow sewer is the Thames River. Usually the boat will pass by here slowly, when needed. Place ashore. As long as Sabo enters the Thames, he is free, and no one can stop him.

Lorenzo behind him also climbed onto the shore. He retched, vomiting blood mixed with river water, his face was pale, and there was no black armor. The sword was lost in the fight, but the Winchester was still there. He held it tightly in his hand.

   "Sabo, you have nowhere to run."

  Lorenzo leaned against the wall, watching the body crawling with all its strength and taunted.

  Strongly knocked the shotgun, the gravel and water soaked it, and it was impossible to shoot. Lorenzo sighed, clutching the wound and tried to stand up.

Sabo was still crawling forward. He didn't care about Lorenzo's words at all. He just wanted to move forward. So Lorenzo rushed over and held Sabo firmly. The only blood tried to ignite him, but the sharp bones. The blade lifted from under the flesh and stabbed Lorenzo again.

  The two were fighting each other on the ground. Sabo's bone blade was cut off for the last time, piercing Lorenzo's thigh and nailing him to the ground.

There was no feeling of love fighting, he continued to move forward, looking at the stubborn figure, Lorenzo suddenly felt a very sad emotion, he was so persistent, it was clear that death was already knocking on the door, but he was still right. Go down with hope. Perhaps Lorenzo understood him at this moment.

  Sabo has only life, and life is something that will never betray him. This is enough, it is enough.

The forward figure kept advancing, and the blazing fire burned on him. Only then did Lorenzo discover the steel protruding from his flesh and blood, that was his sword, in the chaotic impact of the underground river. Renzo accidentally knocked the blade into his abdominal cavity, and then pierced his heart.

  Sabo is about to die, the burning fire has already burned his internal organs.

  Until at last he stopped, tried his best but still couldn't climb out of this dark tunnel.

   "Am I going to die?"

  Looking at Lorenzo walking slowly, he was holding the bone blade that pierced him, looking very embarrassed.

  Lorenzo nodded, his dark clothes were in tatters, and his expression was peaceful and sad, like a friend attending a funeral.

  "Mr. Holmes, life is a gamble. You try to win everything in your life with your only bargaining chip. I think I have done it, but it's just a little bit, just a little bit..."

Speaking of red tears on his abominable face, he finally came to Inervig, to Old Dunling, he had wealth and power, and even finally he got rid of the shackles of the deformed body, he had Everything, but now it's dying.

   "Will you pray for me?"

   asked in a weak voice, looking at the former priest, he begged, but Lorenzo slowly said after a long time.

   "No need, Sabo, you don't believe in God, what good is prayer?"

  Lorenzo crossed Sabo to the light-shrouded place, without looking back.

   "If you die, you will die. There is no heaven or hell, just eternal peace."

  Sabo was stunned for a long time, and then seemed relieved.

   "Really... I'm really unwilling..."

  The blazing fireworks completely engulfed the body of the demon, burned out the internal organs and then the brain. The dark bones were crumbling in the ashes, and then fell into the surging river water and sank completely under the Thames.

  The scorched head flowed by Lorenzo's side underwater. Although it was only a stroke, it was hard to imagine that there would be such a serene look on that hideous face.

  The desperadoes finally stopped, enjoying the peace that had already come.

  (End of this chapter)