"Yes, I'm a madman."
Amidst the fury, Lorenzo's figure swayed unsteadily; the firelight illuminated his face, making him look as ferocious as a blasphemous demon.
He gripped the Nail Sword tightly, and in this world-consuming flame, he slowly approached Lawrence, like an advancing Death God.
The end was near, with no place left to hide.
"You will die too!"
Lawrence roared.
"But I don't care!"
There was nothing to care about anymore; from the moment Lorenzo set foot on this train, he had already made all his resolutions — the sinner must pay the price.
The sharp blade fell; for the first time, Lawrence felt the Demon Hunter before him to be so terrifying, as if draining the last strength of his life. This sword directly severed the blade Lawrence raised and then cut into his shoulder, the immense force nearly chopping off his entire shoulder.
"I am wrath! I am authority!"
