Gun of Ashes

Chapter 866

In this moment, the legendary myth overlapped with reality, and those hideous and hateful entities tore through the barriers of reality and descended into the world.

Lorenzo walked forward, and as he moved, his scarred armor fell off one by one, revealing the burning body beneath. He was like a Flame Demon, and wherever he stepped was filled with brilliance, with flames boiling and dancing on the footprints he left behind.

The cold warriors instinctively feared him; no one gave an order, but they stood motionless like stone pillars.

Lorenzo's appearance marked the end of this battle. He strode towards Lawrence, who was nailed in place.

"You really have changed a lot, I didn't expect to lose to you."

Lawrence hung his head, he had thought he might lose, but he didn't expect to lose so miserably, having no chance to fight back against Lorenzo's frenzied onslaught.

"You haven't lost yet, Lawrence. You and I both know where the true battle lies."

Lorenzo did not feel joyful at Lawrence's concession. Just like himself, Lawrence wielded Authority·Gabriel. Lorenzo had only defeated Lawrence's body; to truly kill him, he needed to crush his will.

"It's been a long time since I've felt this satisfied; it seems my nature is still that of a weak human, craving blood and pain."

Lawrence tried to raise his hand, but his arm was firmly pinned down by the Nail Sword, and any movement only brought excruciating pain.

He was going to die, his body was now shattered and broken, with blood and flesh struggling to wriggle, crimson threads stitching up the body, but its efficiency was clearly much weaker than before.

Holy Silver prevented the healing of wounds, suppressing Lawrence's self-healing. He also tried to elevate Secret Blood, enhancing his self-healing ability through Critical Breakthrough, but the successive heavy injuries had almost drained him of blood, and no blood was seeping from the wounds anymore.

Lawrence felt his thoughts becoming sluggish. It seemed excessive blood loss was beginning to affect his brain, with not much time left before this body died.

"Ah… is this all your doing? Truly cruel."

Lawrence's gaze slowly shifted; he saw the battered Red Falcon and Eve, the hatred-filled Hebdo and Erin, the dying Miguel, the confused and painful Hu ao, countless warriors, and the believers still immersed in slaughter.

As if manipulated by destiny, everyone was gathered together at this moment.

"The night sky is burning red, it reminds me of the Night of the Holy Arrival, when the night sky of the Seven Hills was just like this."

Lawrence said with a bit of nostalgia.

Lorenzo moved forward silently as if he hadn't heard him, the Nail Sword in his hand plated with Holy Silver emitted a cold gleam.

The weapons in the cello case had already run out in the intense battle moments ago. Lorenzo simply left it in the ruins, leaving him only with the Nail Sword and Winchester.

"To be honest, you are really outstanding. If it wasn't for all this, I would definitely recommend you to be the next Dean."

Lawrence was aware of his fate, and in this state, he was too lazy to resist, instead, he started speaking about random things.

Like the self-confession of a dying man.

"So nice, Lorenzo, I thought I was without peers… This feeling is sometimes quite terrible, no one understands me. I sometimes tried to talk to the Plague Doctor about these things, but he doesn't have the power to comprehend my words, although frankly, sometimes I don't understand his gibberish either."

Lorenzo knew he was referring to Authority·Gabriel, their credentials for being elevated.

Authority·Gabriel altered his will, enabling control over more authorities and giving them the right to glimpse this world's dark corner.

"Can you understand this feeling? Like you are about to do something significant, yet have no one to share the joy with. I was troubled by this for some time, but then you came; it's so good, luckily I didn't kill you back then, or I'd have missed out on so much beauty."

Lawrence let out a hoarse laugh, under the flames and scars, the broken mask completely fused with his face, the eyes exposed bloodshot and crimson.

"Tell me, Lorenzo, what are you wielding your sword tirelessly for?"

Lorenzo's steps halted; he had every chance to swiftly kill Lawrence and trigger the battle within the Gap, but as if giving Lawrence time to babble, he walked slowly, accumulating power while listening to his ramblings.

"What did you say?"

Lorenzo didn't understand, it was a very ordinary question, but coming from Lawrence's mouth, it seemed to carry a magical power, questioning his own heart.

"The reason for wielding the sword."

Lawrence said with a smile.

"We pick up the sword, kill others, unrestrained by so-called morality and humanity, just killing madly like this, so for what have we paid to do this, and done so much, ultimately?"

Lawrence twisted his body forcefully, his form already showing signs of demonization during the Critical Breakthrough, bit by bit freeing himself from the Nail Sword's constraints.

"I think it must be to change something."