Gun of Ashes

The Nail Sword was like a paintbrush, lightly tracing along with its sharp edge, a burning sun-like blaze emerged, standing before Lorenzo, its dazzling light roared with flames.

The existence of the sun lasted for less than a few seconds before the intense power could no longer be contained, collapsing instantaneously.

The light burst into a blazing white impact, sweeping over the dark crowd of demons.

In an instant, everything around that could burn was commanded to combust; they began to disintegrate and boil, walls turned scorched black, and the dead bodies began to turn to ash, shattering everywhere.

The demons’ bodies glowed with a red light, scorched like red-hot coals.

They could no longer move, the deadly heat instantly snatched away their lives, at this moment, they were nothing more than dead sculptures. Lorenzo strode forward, swung the Nail Sword, shattering these motionless demons, raising a storm of ashes to flow past.

”Stop commanding these useless things, Roger.”

Lorenzo shouted loudly.

”You should know, for us, their existence only adds to the corpses.”

More dust rose up, Lorenzo came against the black smoke and saw Roger at the end of the corridor.

The situation was already dire, Lorenzo was unsure how many people Roger had corrupted and how many beacons had been implanted into minds, the Purification Mechanism, under his surprise attack, had already begun to uncontrollably collapse.

Although Percival had escaped the Broken Dome, Roger still possessed the ability to invade her consciousness at any time, along with more unknown survivors...

Lorenzo gave up thinking, now he only wanted to kill this guy before him, to test his own limits.

”Indeed, we are Ascended Ones, already beyond mortals.”

Roger bowed his head and glanced at the long nail in his hand.

This was not the real him; the real Roger was merely a jumble of disorderly consciousness, what Lorenzo saw was just one of his many hosts, but since this host hadn’t been used for long, the bodily consciousness transformation wasn’t too deep, hence the prowess exhibited varied.

But in the end, it was still just a host.

The flesh Roger used, the sharp sword he wielded, were all habits he had before he became non-human.

He was no longer human, but often he would still be influenced by human thoughts.

”Come, let me try it, Holmes.”

Roger smiled, seemingly acknowledging Lorenzo’s idea, all the demons ceased their attacks, and the fire in their eyes faded as if they had died.

A heavy wind pressure suddenly descended, Lorenzo heard the delayed footsteps, and at the same time, a huge force came from his chest.

The long nail broke through the armor, piercing through his chest.

His pupils slightly dilated, but soon, the fierce fire reignited in them. Lorenzo’s backward-leaning body was stopped by the descending Nail Sword, and his other hand also swung the Nail Sword, the metallic sound rang, as expected, it was blocked.

Roger raised another long nail to block this strike, but that wasn’t the end of Lorenzo’s counterattack, a roaring firelight exploded from beneath the armor.

Amidst the fierce light, Lorenzo struggled to stand, slamming his head hard against Roger’s, under the intense shock, both their face armor loosened, immediately followed by a searing gaze that clashed together.

[Gap] Invasion.

”So bold, Holmes!” Roger shouted.

No one expected Lorenzo to proactively invade Roger. But Roger’s consciousness was beneath his host, protected by it, making it difficult to breach under such circumstances.

But Lorenzo wasn’t aiming to breach, something even Ed couldn’t easily achieve. All he wanted was to seize that fleeting chance.

Consciousness flew, dove into darkness.

Lorenzo’s vision became a gray-white, as he delved deeper, the gray-white world progressed increasingly toward pitch black, at the deepest point of it all, he saw an utterly dark dot.

Stopping his steps, light exploded.

Like a heavy punch landed on Roger’s head, his consciousness surprisingly shuddered, dazed.

In this brief distraction, Lorenzo found an opening, snapped the long nail in his chest, the same iron-hard material coated the Nail Sword, he swung with all his might, striking fiercely at Roger’s throat.

After dealing a heavy blow to Roger’s consciousness, Lorenzo immediately withdrew, not giving Roger any chance to recover. His sole aim was to slightly influence him to snatch a respite in this reality.

This brief time, almost undetectable to others, yet for Lorenzo, was more than sufficient to accomplish much.

Armor and flesh sliced open huge gaps, blood gushed out, even exposing broken white bones, the force so intense that even the Nail Sword which cloven together shattered at this instant, bursting into countless sharp fragments.

”It’s not over yet!”

Lorenzo roared, though the Nail Sword was entirely broken, it didn’t mean he was without a weapon. Authority·Medanzo continued strengthening alongside the rise of Secret Blood, the solid hard material constructing into equally twisted long nails in his hand.

Piercing the arm, piercing the thigh, piercing the chest, piercing the heart...

The torrential rain of powerful strikes hit Roger, leaving one huge scar after another on his body, armor shattered, entangled with flesh, one long nail after another piercing through.