He knew very well that all the Medanzo demon hunters were dead; Dean Lawrence was completely certain because it was he who had buried the Medanzo demon hunters. He understood all of this.
Yet there was no chance to ask more questions. The Black Knight charged like a burning war chariot, brandishing his sword with furious flames and rage. The clash of steel resounded with a heartrending screech, as if countless souls wailed in despair, lamenting the fear of death.
"Come on!"
The blade was like a guillotine of judgment, crashing heavily onto the ground, igniting the nearby lawn in its entirety. But in the next moment, sharp light gleamed, and the piercing Nail Sword collided with the black armor, erupting with countless sparks.
The aging body seemed to rejuvenate, Dean Lawrence's figure moving so quickly it was nearly imperceptible. There were only flashes of crimson shadow, while Lorenzo's sword strikes all missed their target.
