The entire Reichenbach had completely plunged into darkness, with Lorenzo like a Death God in the shadows, silently traversing through it, searching for signs of prey.
Old Dunling is intricate and complex; if those Demon Hunters wanted to escape, Lorenzo could not possibly capture them all. So he used himself as bait, attracting them to co forth. On this rapidly moving airship, they had no chance of escape, just as Lorenzo said, only one side could leave alive.
Of course, more importantly, the environnt here could perfectly limit Moriarty's Authority.
Activating Authority—Raphael required a prerequisite condition, and that was to et the target's gaze. Outside, the storm provided the perfect release environnt for Moriarty's Authority, but things were different here.
It's enclosed and dark; if the Demon Hunters recklessly activated Authority, then their burning eyes would expose them in the darkness. They were so bright, giving Lorenzo enough ti to predict the situation and avoid all crises.
However, as ntioned before, Lorenzo really planned to use it to escape; he even had the subsequent route planned out. He would crash the airship on so coast, then proceed along the coastline. If lucky, he would hijack a few rchant ships or so other vessel, and then, with Nordro's help, reach the Viking States.
Lorenzo wasn't joking with Gareth; he truly planned to see the aurora borealis, but everything changed due to Moriarty's actions, successfully angering Lorenzo.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
That logic is simple and easy to understand.
A sharp wind sound erged within the darkness, followed by bone and flesh tearing, the chest brutally split open, and the heart still forcibly beating was completely smashed.
Blood sprayed from the throat's wound, not even giving him a chance to scream; the muffled gunshot erupted along the chest's grim wound, shattering the entire skull.
"The first one..."
Above the broken corpse, Lorenzo whispered.
This was a perfect hunting ground. The Demon Hunters could refrain from awakening Secret Blood, but under such circumstances, their physical strength was only slightly stronger than ordinary people. As long as the attack was swift enough, it could still kill them. But if they awoke the Secret Blood and strengthened their bodies, their bright eyes would expose them in the darkness.
Lorenzo exhaled a breath of turbid air; this feeling was really nice.
Lorenzo was always bound by so strange things, but this was normal. Once a person connects with others, they are bound by others. Although Lorenzo always tried to avoid it as much as possible, his efforts were only minimal.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he always worried about finding Mrs. Van Rudd and Hig dead at ho one day. There wasn't much life-and-death camaraderie among them, but as Mrs. Van Rudd said, even a dog would develop so feelings after being raised for long enough.
So Lorenzo always acted cleanly and efficiently, never bringing any trouble back ho, but this ti he failed.
He was worried about so strange things; he feared that the battle against the New Order might harm those innocent people, those who he could barely count as friends. After all, there weren't many people Lorenzo could truly call friends.
Sword broken can be reforged, guns damaged can be replaced, but once a person is dead, that's it; there's nothing left.
But this ti was different; this ti Lorenzo wouldn't be bound by anything. He could act freely, even if it ant leading everyone into Hell, it didn't matter; no one would die inexplicably because of Lorenzo this ti.
He was extrely happy; this airship headed for Hell, its passengers were all heinous prisoners, and he was the righteous captain, sworn to send these evil ghosts back to the burning lair.
"This is Captain Lorenzo Hols! Welco aboard! mbers of the New Order!"
Lorenzo's voice echoed through the darkness of the ship's cabin via broadcast.
The stealthy Demon Hunters halted their movents; they seed surprised to find themselves already exposed, but mostly puzzled. Without the cover of the rain, under such a siege of Demon Hunters, Lorenzo seed cornered, yet from his tone, not only was he unafraid, he sounded exceptionally thrilled.
The scent of blood erged from the darkness, a deep bloody odor alarming them. This ti, the Demon Hunters didn't spread out; after experiencing the slaughter in the rain, they were well aware of what kind of monster they were facing.
A creature surviving from the Night of the Holy Arrival.
"Here we go!"
A lively voice sounded at the end of the darkness, eyes blazing like lights.
Blazing white flas surged almost simultaneously with the voice. The Demon Hunters' eyes burned brightly, clutching their Nail Swords, yet this brilliance couldn't illuminate the deep darkness, where indistinct shadows squird. Without hesitation, they charged forward with their Nail Swords.
The smooth blade reflected layers of flas; as the flas dissipated, terrified faces were pierced by cold steel.
The Demon Hunters coordinated with each other; in an instant, their crossing Nail Swords slashed the figure that hadn't yet managed to attack. But as they approached, they fearfully discovered they had killed a broken body.
His arms were severed, and blood was flowing from a grueso cut, as his throat had been slit, preventing any sound beyond whimpers. Tears flowed from the Demon Hunter's eyes; he wanted to say sothing, but there was no ti. Other Demon Hunters' blades penetrated his heart and spine at the first opportunity, and like a puppet without strings, he crumbled down.
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