Gun of Ashes

This is what she unearthed from that pile of goods. After opening the wooden lid, it was filled with such weapons. The earlier conversation was just a distraction for Lorenzo, and now Selyu clutched her stone tightly.

"You're a madman. All this was never just a spur-of-the-moment hijacking from the start, was it? You've avoided everyone's gaze, what exactly do you intend to do?"

Lorenzo is a madman but she is not. The distorted trust was gradually breaking, Selyu asked in a trembling voice.

Everything was so strange, the two of them escaped the industrial area smoothly, the train journey, and that sudden change of vehicle. Lorenzo might have known about this secret route, but how did he know it would appear precisely on time?

At that moment, the dense snow curtain drastically reduced visibility, and if not for that brief approach, no one would have noticed the pitch-black train advancing parallel with theirs.

Let alone the key to open the train car and the truckload of weapons.

"This was all your plan... what exactly do you want to do?"

Selyu questioned.

Lorenzo didn't hurry to answer; instead, he picked up a pocket watch, watching as time flew by.

"It's just about time."

"What's just about time? Explain clearly! Lorenzo!"

Selyu pressed the aluminothermic rifle harder against Lorenzo's forehead, her finger on the trigger, trying to force the demon hunter into compliance.

But Lorenzo, with a hint of a smile, said.

"Selyu, in fact, I've been pondering for a long time, pondering what exactly Dean Lawrence wants?"

"Why would he be so focused on you?"

Fearlessly facing the muzzle, Lorenzo continued to speak.

"If he wanted to shake the Purification Mechanism, he should try to hunt Arthur; if he wants to destabilize Ingwig's rule, he should assassinate the Queen."

"Of course, I'm not sure how feasible these are, but at least that's the case."

He reached out and directly gripped the muzzle, bending it away. Selyu's strength was no match for Lorenzo's. She tried to pull the trigger, but nothing happened.

"This weapon requires ignition."

Lorenzo casually responded.

Selyu was completely unaware of how to use these weapons; she was just a little girl who knew how to throw stones.

Lorenzo directly pulled the weapon away, and Selyu fell to the ground. Although her vision was dark, she could see Lorenzo clearly because the blazing white in his pupils illuminated the darkness.

He was expressionless, like a statue in a church, an angel descending with divine retribution.

Selyu felt fear for the first time, fear emanating from Lorenzo himself.

"So, like before, this was another trick?"

At that time, Lorenzo tricked her by saying he was her distant relative, luring Selyu back to Old Dunling, and this time he brought her here with strange stories; this demon hunter was never to be trusted, yet she had foolishly expected something from him.

"Perhaps."

Lorenzo said, grabbing Selyu's clothes and forcibly lifting her up.

"Regarding Dean Lawrence's actions, I was always confused, but until one time... a burst of inspiration, I suddenly understood."

"He possesses the 'Revelation,' the key to crafting Secret Blood. The Church was severely traumatized, unable to launch effective pursuits, and the Purification Mechanism also struggles to threaten him."

"He's already an exceptionally excellent terrorist. The only thing he needs now is… the foundation to support it all."

He looked at the girl beside him, staring into those cold eyes.

"So, with you, using the Stuart family as the hub, utilizing that bizarre 'Meme Contamination,' he could probably instantly erode a massive group, right?"

Selyu's heart instantly turned cold.

"Yes, it should be like this; you were bonded by the granting of wars, it's an oath, a contractual promise, something that can be connected together."

"Using that ethereal pledge to control a vast system… He might not be able to do it right away, but the Beacon has already been planted, this virus will only continue to spread."

The girl's face turned deathly pale.

"How… could this be possible?"

"This is the fact, Dean Lawrence possesses the Holy Grail, that ghastly thing, just mentioning its forgotten name brings calamity, let alone taking an oath at the cost of blood."

The eerie memories echoed in his mind, Lorenzo didn't know how the Demon Hunting Order eventually contained the Holy Grail, but his instincts screamed a warning at him, and then he laughed.

"To wipe out an entire family might mean just this."

"So, like I said, only when the event truly comes will I know what choice I'll make."

Lorenzo shattered a wooden crate with a punch, the stored ammunition spilling out; he casually picked a few and stuffed them into his waistband.

"I defeated Dean Lawrence once in the 'Gap' and seized part of his consciousness, so I know clearly what he'll do."

"His body is on the verge of collapse; the flesh of the Holy Grail is about to kill him, he can't afford to wait any longer... he is already here."

Lorenzo suddenly released the girl, his two hands firmly covering her head, as if to bring a bit of calm to the trembling body.

"Don't be afraid, Selyu, you'll get used to this shitty thing."

The demon hunter comforted her, injecting a Florun Potion directly into Selyu's body; the chaotic vision suddenly cleared up, and then the girl saw the overturned crates, the Florun Potions inside had been emptied.

"Lorenzo…"

Selyu saw the row of clear needle marks on Lorenzo's neck; she didn't know when this madman had injected all the potions.

"There's no way around it, he's too strong, strong enough to be hopeless... I've done my best to limit Dean Lawrence, but that terrifying erosion remains a problem."

From the beginning, these Florun Potions were never intended for Selyu; she was just incidental, the real user was Lorenzo, who needed to stay sober in the face of that fear.

Selyu looked at him bewilderedly; she already found it difficult to discern the good and bad of this demon hunter. This madman intended to use her to lure Dean Lawrence, yet he also gambled with his own life.

The overdose of the potion caused Lorenzo's demeanor to begin to distort, his blood vessels swelling, as if this fragile mortal shell would disintegrate at any moment.

The fury was constantly burning, almost flooding over this tenacious body.

"You saw that monster in my consciousness too, you can't defeat her, that eerie 'Gap' can't save you anymore, so you can only go there yourself, right?"

Under Watson's threat, Dean Lawrence dared not launch any attack from the 'Gap' again; he would come personally.

Lorenzo seemed to be speaking not just to Selyu; he stared intensely at the girl's eyes, the icy blue pupils reflecting the heavy snow curtain.

In an instant, the tranquility was shattered, countless sounds echoed around the carriage, as if thousands of people were banging on the car, sharp cracks resounded as if countless blades were slicing through metal, bursting into blinding sparks.

Selyu couldn't suppress the chill deep in her heart; she tightly grasped Lorenzo's hand. In her moment of despair, the only thing she could hold onto was this cursed demon hunter.

The storm reflected in those eyes appeared in another person's vision, a scarlet figure standing atop the wind-swept car, the Nail Sword in his hand already coated with a layer of thin ice.

"Wonderful indeed."

Dean Lawrence admired.

The extreme cold significantly limited the Demon's power, apart from Lorenzo and Selyu, there was no living person within several kilometers, directly cutting off Dean Lawrence's possibility of occupying someone else's consciousness to flee the battlefield.

This was a forlorn territory, a battlefield that Lorenzo had meticulously chosen for him.

The final deathmatch.