"You killed them all."
Lorenzo's eyes grew heavy as he looked at Saber, he wondered what kind of man was underneath that bull's mask.
"Yes, all dead, it was requested by their mentor, they came back thinking they would be appreciated, and in fact they were, good food and drink, as much hallucinogens as they wanted, then I sealed that room and poured kerosene through the door, the hallucinogens had already kicked in by the time they died, and all they would feel was that gentle embrace from heaven, and sleep in it for a long time. "
Saber spoke blandly, not feeling in the least bit like he was committing some atrocity.
"Why kill him . ." said Lorenzo, just about to say something, but immediately after he realized everything, his expression shifted, and he finally gripped the Winchester in his hand.
"That's why you were willing to tell me all of this right?"
The great detective finally realized what was so unusual about all of this, there was never nameless kindness, not for Lorenzo, not for Saber.
"Yeah."
Saber nodded, his tone was neither happy nor sad, Lorenzo had seen such a demeanor before, in the Victoria Central Hospital, those who were about to die would be like this from time to time, everything in the world couldn't interfere with them, no joy or sadness, there was only helplessness and openness to the date of death.
That is destined destiny, there is no room for change.
"That is not something that can be touched by mortals, just to understand its existence is a great sin ..... Like that blazing sun, even looking directly at it one has to pay the price of having one's eyes burned."
So that's what it cost them? Death." Lorenzo spoke.
He didn't answer Lorenzo directly, and the short figure popped out of his chair, shaking in an indescribable way.
"Death is a relief, at least it's a lot better than living, and you don't understand what that really is, Detective."
"Which means that's why you're making a big deal out of it? Anyone who knows about this stuff has to die, whether it's the crew of the Silverfish, or us at the moment, everyone here tonight, right?
That's why Saber is so honest, Lorenzo's arrival was merely a surprise, anyone who steps into this feast tonight must die, a sacrifice to that which touches the forbidden, and only blood and flesh can put it to rest.
The deadly shotgun was pointed at Saber, Lorenzo's eyes were fully on him, as soon as he pulled the trigger, the shotgun would unleash a cone of bullets that he was destined to dodge with his diminutive stature.
"And what about you? You know all of this as well, so is your death this night as well?"
Lorenzo questioned, if that Sacred Coffin was truly something ineffable and untouchable, then Saber should be part of the reckoning.
Only to see Saber answer matter-of-factly.
"Yes, I will die tonight as well."
From the very beginning Saber had no intention of letting anyone leave alive, and the previous bet was merely the last game of a dying man, the few remaining fingers picked up the stabbing sword, and with a gentle shake it made a whistling sound that tore through the air, and then the blood that stained it fell down like rain.
"Stop!"
Iguan picked up the revolver on the betting table, only one round in the slot was being fired, and with two guns pointed at Saber at the moment, they were sure to win.
"Wait Eve!"
Lorenzo suddenly heckled Iguan's actions, his icy eyes taking on a slight disorientation as he realized what was at stake with a stern look.
"So that's what you're up to, that's why you have the leisure to play coin games with us right?"
Saber nodded his head, his thrusting sword blazing and deadly with the manipulation of a few fingers.
"You're Lorenzo Holmes, you killed hundreds of gang members with guns and swords in the Blood River fiasco than detective you're simply a skillful murderer and I'm a freak, I'm bound to be no match for you in a head to head fight, it's a good thing that you needed the intel which bought a long time for the hallucinogens to kick in."
It was the hallucinogens that filled the air, they weren't very concentrated in the first place, but with Saber's deliberate maneuvering and stalling, Lorenzo had inhaled quite a bit of them, and at the moment he was hallucinating in his vision.
The bull's mask seemed to come to life blood flowed on that grotesque face, it was then that Lorenzo violently realized that the mask wasn't a bull at all, it was just a monster with horns, it was only Lorenzo's common sense that made him subconsciously think that it was a bull.
"Get out of the way! Izzy!"
Lorenzo roared as he pulled the trigger at the same time, he was already hallucinating, he couldn't be sure of what was in front of him, all he could do was to tell Iguan to get out of the way so that he wouldn't get hurt by mistake.
But Iguan didn't respond to him, the girl's eyes held a slight look of panic in them, you could tell she was trying to calm down but her hands were shaking as she held the gun. She was hallucinating too.
Thunder rumbled under the dome.
There was no time for Lorenzo to hesitate, the scattered projectiles shattered the gambling table but missed Saber, the short figure was too swift than Lorenzo had imagined, the stabbing sword left a silver-white trajectory in the air like a swimming striped fish, and then chopped sharply at Lorenzo.
Lorenzo could only draw up his cane to defend himself in the face of danger, and the chipped edge of the stabbing sword was like a saw blade, cutting through the outer layer of the wood, and then bursting into dazzling sparks.
"A sword like mine!"
Saber shouted then continued to slash down along the cane, the wooden casing completely cracking and the metal shining brightly underneath.
Lorenzo was knocked back a few steps by the chop, it was unimaginable to imagine such force erupting from a body like that The Winchester was no longer of much use under the tangle, Lorenzo hung it behind him before gripping the staff sword in his hand.
Saber was right, this was the same weapon as the stiletto, only the blade and the hilt, the lattice that was used for protection was long gone.
The lattice was something in the blade that was used to protect the swordsman, it protected the swordsman's hand from being cut by the sliding blade when the two blades were frozen together, but it was now absent from both of these men's weapons, and just like their masters they never cared about protecting themselves, or were confident enough to kill their foes before they could injure themselves.
"You should be disturbed by the hallucinogen too right."
It was due to the hallucinogens that the world in Lorenzo's eyes began to twist and distort slightly, he couldn't be sure of what he was seeing, guns naturally couldn't capture the enemy, but swords were different, like a blind man's crutch, the sword in his hand touched the real thing, and that wouldn't fool Lorenzo.
"I've gotten used to swinging a sword in an illusion, it's good to get used to this sort of thing. I'm naturally weak by nature, so it's only natural for my methods to be a bit meaner, I still hope you can understand."
Saber picked at his sword, the world was distorted in his vision as well, but he had been living here for too long, too long for it to affect him at all.
He was born deformed, he couldn't run or jump fast enough, and he lost a huge portion of his fingers in a bet, he wanted to win, he wanted to win so badly, he was a loser since the day he was born, he had nothing so he was going to use everything he could plunder.
"A long time ago I used to hide a handful of sand in my pocket and the moment I raised it in my enemy's face I swung my sword and cut their throats."
Saber said the other hand behind his back, his body in the shape of a bow, the next second like a stringed arrow to kill.
Swords and swords collided in everything, splashing sparks in the role of illusion as if burning fire, in that fire after the horns of the monster came hideous.
Saber's can force only those few fingers, frontal fight he is far less powerful than Lorenzo, so that stabbing sword like a swimming snake, after the impact with the impact of the impulse to another angle to kill, like a dragonfly pointing at the water as never do more than stay.
The staff sword followed Saber, but immediately after Saber turned in the air that had been hidden behind the hand violently out.
Lorenzo has been waiting for this opportunity, Saber swung out the sand in his hand, so Lorenzo directly lifted up the coat to cover Saber's line of sight, but out of his expectation, that swung out is not sand but a dusty thing.
The small battlefield was instantly filled with red soot, and Lorenzo realized something was wrong after his first inhalation.
It was hallucinogenic, in large doses.
Holding his breath, Lorenzo tumbled out of the cloud of smoke, and behind him Saber just stood there in the middle of it, breathing steadily, not realizing in the slightest what he was actually doing.
Nerves were being invaded, and Lorenzo pulled away, shaking hands pulling cigarettes out of his arms, a favorite of Lorenzo's, filled with wakeful herbs, and though he didn't know how long it would counteract this hallucinogen, it was better than nothing.
But before Lorenzo could light the cigarette, a hellish vision engulfed him, the ground beneath his feet began to become soft the surface of his skin felt slightly hot, so the chandelier in the dome flared up like a blazing sun.
"You will see such things when you inhale... This is no heaven."
Lorenzo hadn't seen such a sight in a long time, like the blasphemous rituals of hell, the bodies of people rotting and breaking beneath the dance floor, grotesque creatures spawning from within them, the chants of pleasure turning into endless screams, and in the midst of it all Saber slowly stepped out of the smoke and dust, the metal mask growing fully into his skull, the steel merging with his flesh and blood, and with his grin the mask slowly cracked open into a blackened, blackened mask, and with his grimace, the mask slowly cracked into a blackened, blackened mask. The mask slowly cracked open with a blackened mouth.
"Aren't heaven and hell relative to each other? For me this is already considered heaven."
Looking at the scarlet world, Saber's voice was mixed with garbled sounds, and raised the sharp tip of his bayonet and pointed it straight at Lorenzo.
"Mr. Holmes, weren't you ever a priest? Quickly pray for yourself."
The diminutive figure grimaced, and the air grew hotter with the mutation, which was like bathing in lava.
Lorenzo knew very well that these were illusions, but he could not find his way out, and now his own senses were beginning to be misled, and where he thought he stood, he might actually have fallen, and the sword he held in his hand was no longer trustworthy.
As for prayer . ... would anyone really believe that kind of thing?