Gun of Ashes

Chapter 856 69: Holy Silver Scar_3

"Haven't you changed bodies yet?"

Lawrence asked.

"Well, I also found such a suitable body only with the help of the Plague Doctor."

Under the cultivation of the Plague Doctor, they successfully nurtured a new body from the flesh and blood of the Silencer, a perfect body.

Lawrence recognized the Silver Binding Bolt within Lorenzo. The old Order was destroyed, and Lorenzo, unlike him, didn't have so many backup resources. It was understandable that he hadn't changed bodies.

"So it looks like I've won."

Lawrence shook his head helplessly. Suddenly, he felt no urge to fight; this victory was too dull for him.

Lorenzo wasn't defeated by his own strength, but fell because of the Silver Binding Bolt gradually melting within him, which was laughable.

Just like those Demon Hunters who died on the Night of the Holy Arrival.

Watching the labored breathing of the body, Lawrence enjoyed Lorenzo's pain, but suddenly he remembered something.

"Going to give up on hunting me? If you calm the Secret Blood now, you might be able to stop the Holy Silver from melting, but likewise, without a Critical Breakthrough, you can't kill me."

Lawrence suddenly found a source of amusement again; like a devil from Hell, he taunted Lorenzo.

"Want to try? Cut your own arm, torso, and release the molten Holy Silver?"

His voice was laced with laughter.

"I also found this when I was the Dean, flipping through ancient texts. Before, there were Yanar Demon Hunters who tried to defect. They thought they could resist the destruction of Holy Silver with the power of Authority, so they cut open their bodies and hammered perforated steel nails into their arms, draining the Holy Silver bit by bit."

His voice grew sharp, like the anguished wails of the dead.

"There's no turning back; they almost succeeded. To remove the Holy Silver from their bodies, they needed stronger power, but the more they awakened the Secret Blood, the faster the Holy Silver melted.

The Holy Silver suppressed the recovery power of Authority. In the end, they were burned into hollow shells by the Holy Silver, with most of the Holy Silver having already flowed out.

Just a little more, just a little more, and they would have won the gamble."

Lorenzo didn't respond to his taunts, as if he were dead.

Lawrence's laughter froze. He was enjoying all of this, but Lorenzo didn't cooperate with him at all.

It wasn't interesting.

But at that moment, Lorenzo slowly got up, the pitch-black armor peeling away piece by piece, revealing a face twisted with pain.

"Well, please wait a moment, Lawrence."

Lorenzo's voice carried hysterical madness. He raised the Nail Sword, stabbed it through his palm, piercing the entire arm, the grating sound of bone breaking continuously, mixing with flesh and blood.

The arm fell powerlessly, but at the same time, liquid Holy Silver oozed out from the wound in his palm. Lorenzo smashed the hilt of the Nail Sword into the ruins before him, securing it into place, and slashed down his arm to pierce the other hand as well.

"Intermission."

Lorenzo said this, then slammed his chest onto the Nail Sword before him, twisting his body forcefully, gradually widening the wound.

The Secret Blood roared, the Holy Silver within nearly boiling over.

He leaned his body against it, steel-like blood gushing from the wound.

Lawrence was stunned. He watched the madness of Lorenzo, and even he was shaken by the malice emanating from Lorenzo.

"Once I finish dealing with this, I'll come to kill you."

Lorenzo stubbornly lifted his head, his gaze filled with a tidal wave of malice.

Blood and Holy Silver mixed together, slowly covering the Nail Sword, then solidifying on it, like mottled cast iron clinging to the blade.

The Holy Silver destroyed Lorenzo's body, but the rising Secret Blood was healing him.

This was a gamble.

If Lorenzo failed, the body of 047 would be completely destroyed. At that time, he would have to traverse through the [Gap] to escape the battlefield, but he wasn't the only one with Gabriel's Authority. Lawrence could snipe him, and he might really die here.

But if he didn't do this, Lorenzo wouldn't be able to kill Lawrence.

Selyu was right; he had a self-destructive tendency. Today's events were no longer about action, just the purest personal grudges.

Today, only one person could leave here alive.

The Secret Blood ascended this body, flesh beginning to wriggle, pushing Lorenzo into the stage of demonization, compressing the flowing metal, resetting the broken bones, and a harder substance proliferating on its surface.

Gradually, Lorenzo regained his strength, first one arm, then the other.

Perhaps the suppression of the Holy Silver was effective. Although most wounds had healed, the scars on his palm remained, like the Holy Marks of a Saint condemned to death, in his palms.

Lorenzo slowly stood up until the Nail Sword embedded in his chest was removed. He grabbed the blade of the Nail Sword and pulled it out of the ruins.

A bit weak, his body swaying, a small amount of Holy Silver still lingered in his body, bringing burning pain, but it no longer affected Lorenzo.

Like Lawrence, Lorenzo walked onto the path of destruction, striding toward the end of the darkness.

"Ah... truly worthy of being my student."

For some reason, Lawrence suddenly felt tears welling up in his eyes, watching the iron-like figure, as if seeing his past self in Lorenzo.

Lorenzo stepped forward, then his figure was torn into flowing light and shadow.

The sharp blade sliced through the air, incredibly fast, almost without time to react. By the time you saw it clearly, you were already dead.

This time, even Lawrence could not avoid such a swift blade, the steel resounding with a clang.

The Nail Sword left with blood, a hideous scar exploded at the neck, the wound so deep it almost decapitated Lawrence.

The pitch-black mask was also shattered in one corner by this strike, revealing half of Lawrence's face, and that half was also slashed by the blade's trajectory, a mess of flesh and blood, with only the blazing white eyes still clearly visible.

The pain penetrated to the bone from the wound, yet Lawrence's gaze did not waver, slowly moving to Lorenzo's hand holding the Nail Sword.

"Were you planning to do this all along?"

Lawrence, without any anger, only felt growing joy, this was simply a surprise to him.

"Yes, even if you hadn't said anything, I'd have to find a way to remove the Holy Silver, wouldn't I?"

Lorenzo leaned on the Nail Sword plated with Holy Silver and blood, the pitch-black armor layering over him, then a vibrant flame burst from the gaps.

"Only Holy Silver can suppress this undead, and only this thing can kill you."

Below the mask, Lawrence's wild laughter echoed, he couldn't think of any words of praise to describe Lorenzo, all he could do was grip the Nail Sword tightly, to give Lorenzo despair with the strongest pose.

"Then come, Lorenzo Holmes, you are indeed a true Demon Hunter."

Lawrence strode toward Lorenzo.

Endless dust fell from the pitch-black dome above, under the piercing sound of the sword's song, cracks upon massive, fierce fissures appeared on the high walls.

The once chapel turned into a battlefield for demons, perhaps the so-called God truly existed, unwilling to see such profanity, the Yega Grand Theater began to crumble in the blazing fire.

In the demonic laughter, the end time had arrived.