Lorenzo kicked open the last door, a hot gust rushing in, the entire power room already covered by blood-red light, countless lumps of flesh and roots filled the room, twisted flesh perched atop the fiery boiler, within the wrap of flesh a cold head embedded like a gem, the hollow eyes only had the burning flame left.
This was the Yanar Demon Hunter causing all of this, just as Lorenzo thought, if one wants to fully take control of the Reichenbach, the power room is the best point of dispersal.
So what about Moriarty? What is that treacherous snake doing now?
Lorenzo thought so, and within the scarlet light, Moriarty smiled at him.
In an instant, coldness swept across his heart, Lorenzo instinctively closed his eyes to avoid Moriarty's gaze, at this moment several Nail Swords pierced through his body.
Stabbing joints, slicing flesh, nailing into the ground.
No... I should have killed all the other demon hunters.
