This is a devastating strength, unstoppable.
"Corey Ferre!"
Lorenzo shouted the na, gripping the Staff Sword tightly, surging flas covering the edge of the blade.
This is the side effect of Authority: Gabriel, Erin's mories invading him, the anger deeply buried in Erin's mories now overlapping with Lorenzo. But Lorenzo did not resist these; he was avenging Erin; this was her fury, and it was Lorenzo's as well.
Corey didn't dare to look back; he could feel the scorching temperature behind him, along with the subtle sound of flesh and blood collapsing.
He was terrified, yet there was a bizarre smile on his face.
It had been so long; he hadn't felt fear for so long. At this mont, the threat from Lorenzo made Corey feel truly alive.
No... it was not just joy.
Corey hesitated for too long; even though he was such a blaspher, he couldn't help but be afraid when facing that taboo.
He knew very well that as long as he stepped forward, he would gain rebirth; he would beco young, gain unparalleled power, and all of this only required a very small price.
To sell his own soul, to consu that sinful Secret Blood.
Corey had wanted to do this countless tis, but he was always hindered by that void reverence. He knew very well that no one could prove the existence of a "soul," but every ti he was about to touch the Secret Blood, he hesitated and gave up.
"Ah... how great it is!"
Corey murmured cheerfully; the ti the guards won for him was too brief, but it was enough. He crashed through the door, fell into a pool of blood, but as if sothing was supporting him, he quickly got up and ran wildly toward the dim end of the corridor.
How great.
Corey finally didn't have to struggle with all this; Lorenzo had made the choice for him: he wanted to live, he wanted to witness the destruction of the Evangelical Church, he wanted to consu the Secret Blood...
As long as he could live to witness all this, the cost of a soul was really too cheap.
Countless lights erged behind him, illuminating the corridor while also bringing scorching air currents, as if a Fla Demon was chasing Corey.
At this mont, the only thought remaining in his mind was to run, run forward with all his might.
Corey's thought now was ridiculous; under Lorenzo's pursuit, he couldn't escape; he also couldn't consu the Secret Blood... even if he did, he would be slain by Lorenzo, because he was too powerful.
But there was no need to think about all this; he just wanted to escape, to run forward.
This blaspher prayed in a long-lost way; he wanted to survive, but in this situation, no one could save him... unless a miracle happened.
Corey prayed devoutly, and so the miracle happened.
The silhouette of the Fla Demon stopped in place; Lorenzo didn't continue pursuing but instead grasped the Staff Sword, staring into the darkness at the end of the corridor.
Corey crawled strenuously, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground until he lost his strength and stopped, emitting indistinct whimpers from his mouth.
anwhile, footsteps sounded from the end of the darkness.
Erin and Hebdo ca out in pursuit; they should have been faster, but Erin spent half the day looking for that piece of Secret Blood. She looked at Lorenzo, who was holding the Fire Sword, about to ask sothing, but only heard Lorenzo's voice.
"Ivar is in the next room."
In the previous conversation, it was clear that Corey was influenced by the Secret Blood; he almost revealed Ivar's location. Although he quickly regained his senses, that slight change was still observed by Lorenzo.
"Lorenzo..."
Erin tried to say sothing, but Lorenzo interrupted.
"You go save Ivar, leave imdiately after success, don't wait for ... and rember to listen to my voice. If I tell you to retreat, you must leave imdiately."
Lorenzo was acting oddly, Erin wanted to say more, but crisp footsteps ca from the end of the darkness.
In an instant, a strange feeling enveloped Erin; she also glimpsed Lorenzo's mories, witnessing his twisted life. Sotis Erin would also be affected by these, doing things uncharacteristic of her, and now that feeling ca again.
"Let's go, Erin."
Lorenzo said again.
Suddenly, Erin rembered sothing, and a great sense of fear enveloped her. She didn't want to leave; she felt that if she left, sothing terrible would happen.
In that deep darkness, so evil anomaly was approaching; with its arrival, the entire darkness ca alive, like a viscous liquid full of life, twisting, struggling, emitting sharp sounds.
It's him... it's him, that nightmare from deep mory, that unforgivable sin.
"Live... live, Lorenzo."
Erin murmured, tears bursting forth, but she remained expressionless.
If there was anyone in the world who truly understood themselves, it would be Lorenzo. They had both opened their hearts and empathized with each other.
Lorenzo did not respond; he just gazed into the darkness, the blaze swirling with an unquenchable fury.
"Hebdo, let's go!"
Having made up her mind, Erin no longer hesitated, directly dragging Hebdo toward the darkness behind Lorenzo, searching for Ivar.
"Save ... save ..."
Corey pleaded with the Devil in the darkness, the Devil laughing lightly, with a tallic tone.
"Of course, Corey Ferre."
The darkness swallowed Corey bit by bit; no, it wasn't swallowing; sothing grabbed him, dragging him into the darkness little by little. Whether it was the light of the Purifying Fla or the Demon Hunter's extraordinary vision, they couldn't see through that darkness.
Lorenzo opened the cello case, cold weapons slipped out, and he ard himself, whispering.
"Long ti no see..."
In the darkness, the sound of approaching footsteps rang again, and with his approach, lodious singing also ca from outside the window.
The performance ceased.
This sudden situation brought unpredictable panic; Renette led the orchestra out of the theater, seemingly to calm everyone's fear, and he and the orchestra perford briefly in the open space.
This ti, the song played was lodious and gentle, the Believers surrounding the orchestra layer by layer, reigniting the candle flas. The firelight gathered into a sea, swaying slightly in the night breeze, like the glistening surface of the sea.
The Believers lowered their heads, praying devoutly; the sound of prayer mingled with the singing, like hymns resounding inside a church. Liya looked at this beauty, unable to help humming that naless lody, joining in, and then more lodies joined in as well.
"Long ti no see, how should I address you? Lorenzo de' dici? Or Lorenzo Hols?"
He asked, but didn't wait for Lorenzo's answer, dismissing himself.
"Never mind, nas don't matter."
He erged from the darkness, his robe as if soaked in blood, glowing crimson under the light of the Purifying Fla.
The sound of prayer surged into the corridor, echoing like indistinct murmurs, but if you listened carefully, whether a hallucination or sothing else, you could vaguely discern so words.
The voices were calling, chanting, and rembering, all cursing that na together.
"Lawrence!"
The pitch-black Knight raged.
In an instant, the scorching sword light tore the Purifying Fla into a blazing white thunder, piercing the darkness, casting everything in a cold, ghastly white.
A piercing crash resounded.
In the blink of an eye, the Staff Sword shattered into countless fragnts; with it, the scribe's robe burned into ashes, the broken Nail Sword's tip sliced through the dust, embedding into the wall, vibrating violently with a buzzing sound.
Blood splattered into crimson foam, carrying a bloody sweet scent in the rising stream of light.
Underneath the pitch-black face armor, behind the steel mask.
Two pairs of blazing white eyes reflected each other; holding the Broken Sword, they clashed again, reveling in this long-awaited duel of life and death.
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