The demon seemed to be activated, becoming agitated after catching the scent of Lorenzo's blood.
The bloated flesh squeezed into the narrow corridor, writhing madly as it moved forward. Due to the high temperature of its skin, the metal walls turned red and melted, with liquid metal splashing around, a terror straight from Hell.
"Arthur, you'd better back off a bit!"
The demon's desire to attack was visibly heightened. Its twisted arms clawed at the ground, trying to propel its massive body forward. The sharp claws dug into the metal, dragging itself along with force, steadily advancing.
Finally, it burst out of the corridor.
For the first time, its massive body appeared completely before Lorenzo's eyes. It was a mass of twisted flesh, with countless arms twisted and thrashing about wildly. These innumerable, misshapen arms completely covered the surface of the flesh.
Like a terrible nightmare, yet unfortunately, this dream was impossible to wake from.
Sporadic gunfire rang out as Arthur, occupying the high ground with some weapon he found somewhere, continued to fire at the demon. But this was a futile battle, the iron ammunition unable to inflict effective damage.
The rising mist severely obscured the view. Under the hazy light, the demon's figure was outlined into a vague dark silhouette, with countless arms swaying and tearing at everything within reach, twisting and melting the steel, sparking bright flames.
The struggle continued, with Lorenzo dodging while inflicting damage on those arms. However, as bizarre as before, the severed limbs were all picked up and then fed into the crimson maw.
Lorenzo yelled. Although he was out of the corridor, the space here still wasn't enough for him to maneuver freely.
Arthur's voice sounded through the mist. The air was hot, and this was no longer a suitable environment for human combat.
But suddenly, the roaring sound of fans resumed, the blades rotating forcefully, drawing away the scorching mist as the ventilation system overloaded, flooding fresh air into this hellish battlefield.
The ears were filled with chaotic noise, but to Lorenzo, this was a good thing. All the mist vanished, revealing the demon's true form clearly in front of him.
It was a shocking scene, with countless arms entangled in the flesh, gripping each other tightly like woven fabric, tightly intertwined, forming a slowly opening maw. The sharp claws were like teeth ready to devour.
In the next moment, all the arms stretched out, accompanied by the shriek of a child. Lorenzo was momentarily distracted before being pounced on by the demon.
Arthur roared, panicked, with frantic gunfire resounding but to no avail.
Lorenzo was crushed under the heavy flesh, like being embraced by a group of frenzied fans, with sharp claws grinding against his armor like a meat grinder, creating a metallic screeching sound. This update ıs available on N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
Countless sharp claws relentlessly sliced at his armor. Initially, it could withstand, but every armor has its vulnerable spots. With the high temperature, the claws attacked relentlessly, finding no blind spots. Lorenzo tried to swing his sword in retaliation, but his arm was immediately seized by the twisted claws, leaving him no room to swing his sword.
Soon, a searing pain pierced through Lorenzo's waist and abdomen.
Armor is destined not to be a single, seamless steel plate, or else Lorenzo would be hindered in movement. Those sharp claws found one of the gaps and pierced through it.
Seemingly tasting the intoxicating blood, the demon laughed maniacally.
"You're really... noisy!"
Amidst the tangled, seaweed-like arms, the demon hunter stared at the demon, igniting the intense purifying flame through the gap in his face armor.
Lorenzo roared, his arms restrained but he wouldn't end so easily. From beneath the armor's gaps erupted the most intense white flame, incinerating the claws piercing into his body at this moment.
Those arms couldn't grasp the burning fireball; they collapsed and dispersed, turning to ash.
Finally, gaining a moment to catch his breath, the nail sword slashed fiercely, cutting away the limbs not yet burnt off, while the demon hunter stepped back, and Winchester's muzzle erupted with dragon-breath-like flames.
Shotguns have a particular feature Lorenzo really liked: you can use all sorts of strange objects as ammunition.
You can load dozens of pellets to expand the area of damage, use single slugs to enhance single-target lethality, or use arrow-shaped bullets to easily tear through flesh and blood.
In short, the only limit is your imagination.
During the battle against Dean Lawrence, Lorenzo witnessed the dragon breath armor-piercing firearm. That weapon seemed to have inspired Lorenzo with many novel ideas, like filling it with magnesium powder mixed with holy silver.
Thus, scorching holy fire erupted from Winchester's muzzle.
Burning magnesium powder engulfed the ground holy silver dust. The flames perhaps couldn't harm the demon, but the surging holy silver dust completely covered it, emitting a corrosive sound like strong acid.
At the same time, Arthur squeezed the trigger once again.
The bullet traversed the long distance but this time missed the demon.
Lorenzo was just about to curse Arthur for his failing vision when a pipe on the side suddenly exploded.
His target wasn't the demon but the pipe. His peripheral vision caught some markings, but Lorenzo didn't understand what they meant. But then he realized it didn't matter.