Gun of Ashes

Chapter 884 80: Choice (2)

Erin smiled and shook her head.

"But this time my story reaches an end, a good end, Moon."

Erin walked towards death, without hesitation.

That's probably reality, illogical reality. Everyone was just talking nonsense, and now she generously faced death. Red Falcon seemed to have turned his thoughts, his gaze became terrified.

Erin is about to die. She might be the only person in this world who could possibly understand herself, and now she is going to die.

The wrist exerted force, but the needle couldn't pierce down. Lorenzo followed up, grabbed Erin's hand, stopping her action. Erin turned her head back, only to see a hideous face.

Lorenzo Holmes, what do you really want? What should you do?

You hold fast to morality, defend rules, so why are you doing this? For your noble character? But you have no character to speak of. You've killed people, done evil, you are destined for Hell. Your difference from evildoers is merely the difference in purpose.

You are no different from Lawrence. You both are villains, self-proclaimed saviors, adhering to your own justice.

Then what is it that you need to do? Justice for justice's sake, or justice for something more precious, even if it leads to doing evil?

Lorenzo snatched the Secret Blood from Erin's hand and crushed it forcefully. Glass shards pierced the skin below, and the Secret Blood mixed with Lorenzo's fresh blood, slowly flowing from the palm.

Just like Lawrence said, such a desperate fight must be for something, to change something. Even gaining power is like that too, everyone must be doing these things for some purpose, and not just for power, fighting for fighting.

"Let me be the last Demon Hunter."

Lorenzo looked at the shimmering blood in his hand, his tone was grim.

The curse of Secret Blood should cease in Lorenzo's hand. He is meant to be the last.

The golden era is too far away, so far that it's almost invisible. Lorenzo pursues all this, merely for the beauty around him. What is this pursuit of void for beauty counted as?

If it's for these things, Lorenzo is willing to abandon the so-called ethics and morality. He is willing to break free from the shackles of humanity and become a monster as abhorrent as Lawrence.

"Tonight no one will die here."

Lorenzo pushed Erin back, his eyes filled with endless radiance.

Everyone felt it, an invisible force formed a wave, sweeping through everything around from Lorenzo as the origin. The air instantly condensed into iron, pressing the lungs unable to breathe.

A great terror descended here, sadness, pain, guilt, self-blame...

Infinite negative emotions arose in hearts, as if withered hands were scratching at them, trying to drag them into hell.

Hebdo couldn't support himself for a moment; he knelt and retched. Eve's head ached terribly; she vaguely guessed something.

Authority·Gabriel.

The Secret Blood reached its limit, Lorenzo's body began to slightly deform, tides of erosion struck around layer by layer, and Lorenzo's consciousness fell into the darkest Abyss until he crossed the [Boundary].

"Go!"

Lorenzo ordered. With his command shout, the world's most dreadful terror descended.

Pitch-black lightning appeared out of nowhere, entangled and splattered, striking the Warriors, and the flesh and blood quickly disintegrated and collapsed. In an instant it was like being shattered into fragments, and these fragments were lifted by an invisible force, converging together, strong heartbeat sounds coming from within.

"What... is this?"

Erin stared in shock at all this, countless spherical lightning appeared out of thin air, instantly dividing the battlefield. The materials touched were annihilated, absorbed, and heavy breathing sounds echoed continuously.

"Quickly go!"

Eve grabbed Erin, after a brief stupor, several of them took advantage of this opportunity to start escaping. The Warriors tried to intercept, but the formation was cut by the spherical lightning, and they attempted to get close but were shattered by the stray electric light.

This is the real apocalypse; under the erosion of despair, the thunder gradually faded, and behind the silent smoke, pairs of pure white wings unfolded, blasting away the filth, revealing the sacred faces beneath.

Cold, indifferent eyes gazed upon the world; sharp spiral Bone Spikes pierced out from the palms, igniting pure white Holy Flames, the majestic Angels declared humans' crimes.

Lorenzo crossed the [Boundary], exposed to the Silencers' eyes, now they hunted towards him.

[Usurper.]

Lorenzo vaguely heard someone saying this word.

"So ridiculous, you seem like a desperate fugitive, calling upon one Devil to deal with another Devil... but your soul is destined to be taken away."

A fallen Warrior spoke to Lorenzo. His lower body was annihilated under the rising thunder, the cut surface of the wound was exceptionally clear.

"At least not handed to you, Lawrence."

Lorenzo replied viciously, then left without looking back.

The Silencers joined the battlefield, opening a sliver of chance for Lorenzo. Contrary to expectations, Lorenzo was ready for a fight to the death, but the attention of the Silencers didn't focus much on him, but fought with the Warriors.

No, to be accurate, they were confronting Lawrence, it seems that in their view, Lawrence deserves to be dealt with first.