Gun of Ashes

Demons encircled, waving sharp teeth and claws, they formed groups, mixed with those enhanced demons, iron armors and flames, their figures tall, like giants.

Bola stood in a safe zone, watching the figures beyond the sea of fire from afar.

He turned his back to himself, holding dual swords, dazzling flames rolling around, they reversed and soared, evaporating puddles and bringing dense fog.

This scene seemed familiar, as if long ago, Bola had witnessed similar scenes and participated in similar battles.

[Leave them to me.]

A familiar voice suddenly rang in his mind, Bola panicked for a moment, then realized it was Lorenzo’s voice.

Bola remembered.

During the battle in Ende Town, Bola also stood in a safe area, witnessing Lorenzo single-handedly curbing the tide-like demons.

Everything seemed unchanged, yet as if everything was completely different.

The demon hunter who would bleed and get hurt before, now turned into such a terrifying form.

In an instant, extreme heat expanded.

The existence of the extreme heat could not be discerned with naked eyes, only through the air distorted by heating and expelled rainwater.

In the air around Lorenzo, many sparks blossomed, those were the dust drifting with the strong wind, flickering and extinguishing under Authority·Michael’s burn.

The battle was about to ignite.

Demons roared forward, like a tidal wave of death surging forth, but Lorenzo remained unmoved, just standing there, in a ready-to-fight stance.

Then he witnessed these advancing demons firsthand, witnessing their flesh disintegrating under the high temperatures.

This was a somewhat indescribable scene; demons upon entering Lorenzo’s domain would instantly light up with bright red glow, but soon, these glows would dim, turning into gray-black scorched shells, with only some red glow still visible in the split crevices.

The vast majority of demons could only advance to the outskirts of the domain, burned into charcoal under the sweeping heat, standing like pitch-black sculptures.

Lorenzo began moving forward, the sizzling of evaporating puddles persistent.

Some enhanced demons also stepped in, some possessing immortality traits, strong self-healing abilities, allowing them to delved further into the domain.

Their bodies’ scorched shells were also shed under the constantly regenerating flesh, like transforming chrysalises.

Very close, they were close enough, as long as they raised their claws, they could sever Lorenzo’s head.

Lorenzo raised his arm with difficulty, not resisting either, but when the claws descended, the demon only felt it swung into emptiness, then it realized its entire arm disappeared.

Demons lacked rationality, only acting on instincts, couldn’t comprehend what the situation was.

Lorenzo stepped forward, the demon’s entire face disappeared, then the neck, torso, legs, finally the extended tail.

The demon vanished.

No, this wasn’t vanishing, it was instantly vaporized in the domain’s core under the terrifying heat.

Only ashes remained, drifting, but these ashes were also burnt again within the domain, bursting into sparks, like twinkling stars.

Power.

Absolute power.

Power Lorenzo never had before.

This is a very cost-effective yet disturbing trade, Lorenzo acquired the power to crush demons, the price being he got closer and closer to the abyss.

Perhaps Lorenzo was still in a safe position, or maybe, he stood at the edge of danger, just a little carelessness would cause him to tumble and then be wholly devoured by the deep darkness.

Lorenzo didn’t think much, in the next moment the domain collapsed.

The oppressive heat finally dispersed, followed by roaring explosions, the searing blast pushing away puddles and rain curtains, also shattering those standing charred shells.

From afar Bola only saw a surge of crimson wave, then Weapon Master and other Armors of Original Sin were slammed backward as if hit, some unluckily exposed to the scorching blast were also burned, let out painful groans.

Silence lasted a while, soon the heavy rain fell again, cooling down this heated area.

"Scary indeed..." Night Owl whispered, witnessing everything like a miracle, he couldn’t help but question, "Is this really a power humans can wield?"

No one knew the answer, perhaps even the power’s possessor wasn’t clear.

Lorenzo panted, maintaining this high-heat domain was indeed a considerable burden for him, but only this method could swiftly and massively destroy demons.

He once felt like he became a human bomb, just randomly parachute himself anywhere, Lorenzo could trigger an apocalypse.

Just like what Roger triggered now.

The scorching puddle lapped at Lorenzo’s ankle, he looked around, the buildings on either side of the street also getting destroyed under the high temperatures, clearly seeing their damaged edges forming a perfect sphere with Lorenzo as the center.

"Roger, where are you?"

Shao Liangye also cautiously watched from the shadows, in this war, for Roger, the most valuable targets were two, one being Death Row guarded closely, the other being the Echo of the End Lorenzo carried.

Both represented the last hope humanity possessed in this war, especially the Echo of the End, one could say it was the only bargaining chip.