The Divine Armor of the Old Century（Book 1）

Chapter 51

Before him stood the man, his ironclad figure radiating blinding white light from the ignited blood. His sword blades were like meat grinders, preventing the demon onslaught from advancing an inch.

In that moment, Red Falcon thought of many things, yet it seemed like he thought of nothing at all. There was only a void of white noise in his ears, as if all thought had been lost, and he charged out with the incendiary bomb in his arms.

Though he had no trust in this damned plan himself, it seemed as arbitrary and unreliable as anything coming out of Lloyd's mouth. But even so, when Lloyd's roar sounded, Red Falcon instinctively stepped forward, advancing towards the blazing white inferno.

"Now that's more like it, lad!" The detective encouraged Red Falcon loudly, decapitating one demon after another that assaulted them. The radiant flames engulfed their bodies, and in the pitch-black night, ash snowflakes began to fall, swirling around them, carrying the only warmth they had.

"Cover me!" When Red Falcon realized all this, he was already outside the carriage, climbing towards the roof with the incendiary bomb in his arms.

Lloyd intercepted the demons, swiftly wielding his blades with no finesse whatsoever. In such large-scale combat, skill wasn't necessary anymore; Lloyd's goal was efficiency in slaughter.

The more he cut, the fiercer it became! The dancing blades raised blazing white flames, akin to writhing serpents. The pure silver easily cleaved through the filthy flesh, like hot iron plunged into water, rising with pale smoke and ash speckled with flickering sparks.

It was a dark night, demons descended upon them, all light extinguished. But like those ancient firebearers, refusing to live in fear even amidst this dark forest swarming with demons, they stubbornly lit their flames, battling against the demons seeking light.

Humans shouldn't live in fear.

Hence, the most dazzling and conspicuous fireworks were released above the carriage. The white phosphorus incendiary rose like a rising sun, reaching its peak before exploding in full force. The shattered flames bloomed like flowers, illuminating the entire dark night for that brief moment.

It was truly a magnificent sight. The tide-like demons stood frozen like sculptures, their elongated shadows cast by the sudden light, their grotesque shapes seemed to be the last resistance of the souls trapped within the demon bodies.

"Lloyd Holmes!" Red Falcon shouted the detective's name, and Lloyd leaped onto the roof with a flash of his swords, killing every demon climbing from both sides of the carriages.

It wasn't swordsmanship for killing people, it was the art Lloyd excelled at—slaughtering demons from start to finish.

The blazing flames flickered on the blades as each strike turned one demon after another into ashes.

Red Falcon caught a glimpse of this through the corner of his eye, but even this glimpse left him immensely shocked. It was a power he had never seen before, something science couldn't explain.

Perhaps it was because the Monster Hunting Society kept their information too tightly sealed, not even revealing it until six years after death.

This peculiar white flame was a characteristic of every monster hunter. When the society's secret blood was injected into their bodies, it altered the nature of their blood. When the secret blood awakened within their bodies, it made their blood flammable.

Different from ordinary flammable liquids, it didn't need flames to reach its ignition point; it only needed demons.

When the hunter's blood touched the demons, or even sensed the "contamination" carried by the demons, the blood would erupt into flames beyond logic—what was known as pure flames.