Gun of Ashes

The surging storm in the sky formed a wildly rotating vortex, like a whirlpool opening in the heavens, as two airships spiraled around each other, closing the distance between them.

Lorenzo’s gaze didn’t linger long on the Sailing Dawn. In such dire weather, let alone boarding battles, even hitting with cannon fire from the Sailing Dawn was difficult. It was useless to expect them to achieve anything.

A chilling sound accompanied the surging storm. Lorenzo swung his blade, severing the encroaching flesh, causing blood to spray, mixing with the storm and the rain.

Scarlet flesh could be seen slowly wrapping around the entire airship like tentacles, resembling some kind of crimson plant. It grew aggressively, with the grotesque flesh seeping into every crevice, gradually engulfing the Reichenbach.

Everywhere the eye could see was stained with bits of flesh. Controlled by nerves, they twisted the materials they covered forcefully, deforming the entire airship.

This was the power that came with demonization. Under the command of the Secret Blood, the Demon Hunters began to break free from their human forms, advancing towards the twisted demons.

Abandon all humanity and become one of the monsters.

Authority of Yanar.

Endless red threads weaved a spiderweb-like environment, occurring all over the Reichenbach. The flesh that broke through the body grew greedily, assimilating these materials as part of its body, covering everything like vines. Connected blood traversed through them, with hard substances mixed with steel, like bones, supporting the distorted body.

The entire Reichenbach was gradually becoming part of its body under the burning Secret Blood.

It was like a reenactment of the Night of the Holy Arrival, where, in that burning night and in the countless long days and nights thereafter, the Demon Hunter named Yanar fought fiercely with the demons, completely demonized, with twisted flesh covering the entire Static Holy Temple.

Grotesque limbs pierced through the dead bodies, extracting their last nutrients, falling, standing again, repeating like this until all the hatred was killed.

Lorenzo’s gaze was stern, seemingly not expecting the demonized Yanar Demon Hunter to be so troublesome. But then, for a demonized Demon Hunter, Lorenzo never had a concrete judgment. After all, the Demon Hunters of the old Order bore the Silver Binding Bolts, obtaining more power meant becoming demons, and the deadly Holy Silver melted faster, killing this life that broke through forbidden power.

This was the bottom line of the old Order, but the new Order didn’t care about these.

They had already stepped into the forbidden, transformed into evil ghosts of the mortal world.

This also solidified Lorenzo’s thoughts; this was an airship sailing towards Hell, and he wouldn’t let any guests remain in this warm world.

The Nail Sword split open the flesh-entwined walls. The entire Reichenbach had been twisted into a grotesque form. He didn’t need to worry about passing through doors anymore. He must find the core of this demonization, or no matter how much flesh Lorenzo cut, it would stubbornly live on.

Of course, the Reichenbach was not only dangerous because of this, but there were also other demonized Demon Hunters and Moriarty, who had been watching him.

As he thought about this, a rumbling sound came from above. The ceiling shattered, with burning flames along its broken edges, but after this came a deadly gleam.

The mottled Nail Sword was covered with intricate blood vessels, seemingly a fusion of biology and metal, which couldn’t help but remind Lorenzo of the Armor of Original Sin, a similar thing of steel and flesh, a twisted stitched creation.

There was no time to think about anything else. Metal cut through the air, emitting a piercing scream. The deformed Demon Hunter approached, wielding the bizarre Nail Sword. The timing of the attack was so precise that Lorenzo had no time to defend.

A pale light fell, and a sharp wound split open along the Face Armor, penetrating through the chest armor down to the ground, then more cracks appeared on the armor, with scalding blood continuously gushing out.

Lorenzo stepped back sharply. The power of the demonized Demon Hunter was far more terrifying than he anticipated. As he got injured, the blood and flesh began to heal, and the broken armor seemed to have life, re-forging itself.

The sword gleam shone again, with the rough surface reflecting a hazy firelight.

The Demon Hunter had already seen all of Lorenzo’s movements. Accompanied by the excitement of the Secret Blood, the Demon Hunter of Shangdafeng, who entered the forbidden, could see a more distant future.

Lorenzo’s actions turned into countless shadows in his eyes, and everything became traceable.

”Try this!”

Lorenzo threw the Nail Sword in his hand, with the blade already red-hot speeding forward.

In the eyes of the Shangdafeng Demon Hunter, the trajectory of the thrown Nail Sword was already destined. Now it was merely replaying what the Shangdafeng Demon Hunter had already seen. The two Nail Swords collided with each other, and Lorenzo’s offensive was easily neutralized, but then gunfire roared out.

As he threw the sword, Lorenzo grabbed a shotgun and fired at the enemy in front of him. Even if it saw the future, some attacks were hard to avoid.

The scattered pellets drew red trails, penetrating the body of the Demon Hunter of Shangdafeng. He had no intention of blocking them, directly colliding with the pellets, his figure froze for a moment, but after a brief pause, he charged again.