"In fact…the Night of the Holy Arrival is related to a Messiah-level containment. You should know what this is."
After pondering for a long time, Lorenzo seemed to have made some decision. He looked at the Demons around, who were too afraid to approach, and spoke slowly.
Ed's dim gaze brightened slightly, and he said.
"So is this the reason why you refuse to reveal the answer?"
Lorenzo nodded stiffly.
"Exactly, that thing carries almost unstoppable meme contamination. Even talking about it with you now carries the risk of spreading it."
"Then why are you willing to speak now? Demon Hunter? Is it because I'm about to die, that knowing it doesn't matter? Or is it because of my ability to control demons?"
Ed laughed hoarsely, his deformed face slightly shook, exuding an indescribable terror.
Lorenzo said nothing, merely nodded.
"So is this pity for me?" He laughed even louder, shook his head forcefully, the friction of metal emitted a spine-chilling sound.
