Ember’s Gun

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The candlelight gathered into a warm ocean, and it seemed that there was an unknown wind passing by, rippling slightly, with a strange sacredness.

That may be the most distorted and weird scene that Plague doctor has ever seen. He has dismembered countless Demons and created many weird and evil things, but all of them are no better than what he sees now.

Just like a certain ceremony of execution and sacrifice, the surrounding candle sea chair is the altar, and Reverend Lawrence is the poor sacrifice.

Reverend Lawrence’s body convulsed in pain. It seems that something is absorbing his life force. His old body is rapidly aging, and his dry skin reveals close and numerous azure blood vessels. The blood can’t stop it. Shedding, welling from inside his ears and nose.

Plague doctor knew that Reverend Lawrence had a problem, but he didn’t know everything about [Gap], and he didn’t even know how to help him.

But then there was a huge pressure emerging, the feeling was very strange, not like erosion, just a simple pressure, it seemed that someone was peering at him, and then he saw the faint light emerging from Reverend Lawrence.

That is a light path that is difficult to capture by normal vision. Plague doctor can vaguely see it. Those dim light paths converge into a weird human form… as if that was the soul of Reverend Lawrence, who was slowly being drawn out of his body.

“Plague doctor!”

Suddenly there was a sound.

Reverend Lawrence opened his closed eyes, his eyeballs were blood red, as if they were about to explode, he was hideous like a demon, twisted and abominable.

“Plague doctor!”

He roared again. At this time, the Plague doctor realized that Reverend Lawrence’s eyes were dull. He couldn’t see himself. At this moment, his consciousness was elsewhere, just relying on the terrifying desire to survive, making him do it for a short time. It’s 2-wire operation.

Plague doctor approached slowly. He was vigilant for 10000 points. Ever since he met Reverend Lawrence, this mysterious Demon Hunter will always refresh his world view.

Stepping on the unsolidified wax oil, just when the Plague doctor was about to touch Reverend Lawrence, his godless eyes suddenly lighted up, as if the ashes were reignited.

“Lawrence…”

Plague doctor shouted hesitantly, but then all the pain and hideousness disappeared.

Something happened, but the Plague doctor hadn’t been able to find out yet. He was alert to the danger in that position, and then looked at him.

Reverend Lawrence looked at him with a calm face, his eyes flashed with Suantian confusion, but then he became clear.

The atmosphere is a bit subtle, all the madness and weirdness just disappeared, it seemed like an unpleasant illusion, and everything was over. At this moment, there was only a dead silence that hardly dared to break.

2 The eyes looked at each other briefly, maintaining a weird tacit understanding. The sharp bone blade of the next moment popped from the Plague doctor’s arm, making a whistling sound, and cutting it down fiercely.

That was Thunderbolt’s sudden offensive. Although it has always looked like a Scholar, Plague doctor is also confident in his fighting skills. This blow can directly cut off the enemy’s head and kill it directly.

The expected death did not come. Reverend Lawrence drew out the Nail sword and blocked the bone blade at the last moment, but he was also a step slower because of the sword. The impact of the bone blade suppressed the Nail sword, and the blade half fell into his shoulder, and the blood slowed down. The flow.

“Is it here?”

A familiar voice sounded, but it was so strange at this moment.

“who are you!”

The Plague doctor yelled, and he guessed right, Reverend Lawrence made a mistake, he was invaded backwards.

Watson seemed too lazy to answer his words. With Reverend Lawrence’s body, she carefully peeked everything in her vision.

She can feel the existence of that thing, the disgusting taste, she will never forget it.

Plague doctor immediately launched an attack again when he saw this. He didn’t care about Reverend Lawrence’s physical damage. Anyway, judging from his skills, he could rescue you even if there was only a head left. Of course, he could not guarantee what the final rescue would look like.

The slender bone spurs directly penetrated the Plague doctor’s palm, like a sharp piercing sword, directly nailing Reverend Lawrence’s thigh to the original place, and then the bone spurs are broken, and new bone spurs proliferate in an instant, like a spike to suppress evil. Stabbed again.

“Get out of me!”

A new voice sounded and Reverend Lawrence roared. Perhaps the counterattack of the will took effect. The Nail sword that was about to fall stopped for a while, and the new bone spurs penetrated his joints, locking up his sword-swinging hand.

The blood-stained hands pressed on the head, and the ugly half of his face was panting.

He is so close to death.

“You took something you shouldn’t have, Lawrence, you must pay the price.”

After suffering, there are calm words. At this moment, it is like a schizophrenic patient, fighting against himself, terrifying and evil.

Reverend Lawrence whispered in pain.

“What the hell are you?”

“What are you?”

In the center of the battlefield, the mysterious [Gap] inside.

After the long pain, Reverend Lawrence finally got some chance to breathe, but he was still caught tightly. The woman strangled his throat, and the other hand squeezed his heart. She was constantly invading. Reverend Lawrence’s thoughts, soon he will become her.

Lorenzo seemed to have lost consciousness. He was like a parasitic Insect. Watson broke his body tortured Reverend Lawrence, and most of his body protruded from Lorenzo’s torn chest.

Here is the spiritual world, all this is just the visualization of the “self”, Lorenzo’s consciousness is torn, and the abomination is trying to crawl outward.

“Where is it!”

Watson interrogated again, looking down at the distorted and painful face, Reverend Lawrence could not speak any more.

The memories of the past kept flashing in my mind, yellowing and stale, with an ancient taste.

That was a long time ago. Reverend Lawrence was still a child until then, when the steam engine did not exist, and the sword and shield of the Knights were dominating the battlefield.

He saw Florence at sunset. In the dim light, the magnificent church was like iron trees standing in great numbers. The sparkling light on the Tiber river reflected the beauty of childhood.

The children ran on the green grass, the nun walked inside the church with a small smile, a bell rang, and prayers surged like ocean waves.

The warm and familiar embrace comforted him, and a strange cold emerged just when he was about to fall completely.

Reverend Lawrence said with some nostalgia.

“That’s why I think Demon is damn…”

He woke up almost at the moment he fell, and looked at the woman with an angry look.

She was teasing his memories, the beautiful past.

Watson was looking for its trace along the memories of Reverend Lawrence.

Reverend Lawrence has been alive for too long. For a long time, all the people who had known him died. For a long time, even the place where he lived has lost the traces of the past.

Those memories are his last warmth, the last evidence that was once a person, the softness buried deep in his mind.

But now someone is touching it and trying to tease himself with it.

He was full of anger.

“Isn’t it good to die in memory?”

Watson asked somewhat confused.

His expression just now was like a sleeping baby, that would be the most beautiful death, all tired travelers would get what he wanted, but he desperately broke free, unwilling to step into the peaceful and beautiful inside.

“Very good… but that’s not the death I deserve.”

Reverend Lawrence was angry and ferocious.

Slowly raised his hand, and then squeezed the arm that strangled his neck.

This is just a seemingly weak action, but at the moment it has a different meaning.

He could do it. Under Watson’s almost crushing will, he did a slight resistance, just a resistance before his death, but it was enough.

“I should die in the near future, not here.”

His voice echoed hoarsely, like the roar of a dead man.

Yes, there is Lawrence’s end, he is willing to die, as long as it ends like that.

Then the almost shattered consciousness strengthened again, maintaining himself in the storm.

He tore at himself forcefully, like those crazy believer, self-mutilating his body, that is a sacrifice to God, this is the sacrifice of Reverend Lawrence, the sacrifice to himself, the sacrifice to that ideal.

Watson was stunned for a moment. She had never imagined that the human will would be able to achieve this level. She even said… that it can no longer be called a human.

So crazy, so angry, eternally boiling, unquenchable rage.

Reverend Lawrence tore his flesh, his sharp nails ripped off the skin and flesh, and the firm skeleton forcibly broke drenched with blood.

He was cutting his own consciousness, forcibly separating the part that Watson had grasped desperately from his consciousness inside.

Just like a patient with a knife, removing the rotten flesh and blood from his body little by little.

The intense pain seems to have 10000000 million wild dogs biting their bodies, and every second is so long, like the most cruel capital punishment.

But it doesn’t matter anymore.

“Today is not my death date, I can see it!”

He laughed wildly and kicked Watson’s body away. Watson could only perceive the light weight on his hand, and then all the parts occupied by her fell out of Reverend Lawrence’s consciousness.

He seemed to be laughing at her, and his body began to blur, as if he was going to disappear inside [Gap].

“Don’t try to escape! Lawrence!”

Watson roared. She extended the hand with all her strength. Only a little bit she could completely capture Reverend Lawrence’s consciousness. At this moment, countless chains were pierced from Lorenzo’s wound inside, like a thorny thorn. Heavy entanglement, then forcefully dragged back to the cold world inside.

She could only struggle hard, but she couldn’t stop being dragged back until she completely reintegrated into Lorenzo’s wound inside.

Only the sound of the waves falling faintly into the water was heard, and everything returned to silence.