It's still the custom-made room, but the atmosphere is a bit depressing and low. As the alarm is lifted, the locked door has been reopened, but the closed heart has not been opened again.
Owes looked at the ceiling blankly, his mind was messy and confusing, and it seemed like there was nothing at all.
Suddenly he wanted to move. He didn't want to lie on this bed anymore. His slender arms tried to support himself. It was difficult, but he could still do it. He tried his best to get up from the bed, and then trembled slightly.
Both feet are on the ground.
Breathing hard, it seemed that just this movement made him use up all his strength. A slight sting came from the joints, but he could still bear it.
Owes wanted to go out and take a look. He suddenly realized that he had stayed in the Perpetual Pump for so long and had never gone out to take a look. He just stayed in this room and waited for a mission to be carried out.
Speaking of performing missions, this may be the happiest time for Ovis. Hidden in the armor, he is free. At that time, he is no longer this weak body, but a Lancelot who can tear steel.
.
But now he is no longer.
Covering his head, a severe stinging pain came from his mind, as if something was tearing his skull apart, like an insect was vigorously stirring, gnawing at the skull and trying to get out of his mind.
The demon's erosion was still eating away at his will, not only due to the coma in the armor, but also the raging erosion of Dean Lawrence at the last moment. Not even the demon hunter could resist it, let alone the mortal Ovis.
The high-intensity erosion accelerated his decline, as if countless demons were roaring in his ears, and their sharp claws repeatedly cut his body.
Ovis fell to the ground weakly. He struggled. When the pain reached its extreme, he became completely calm. There was a sharp buzzing in his ears, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps.
Da da da……
The sound of footsteps was clear, someone was coming.
Those should be Ovis's caregivers. They might have noticed a strange noise in the room, but then he noticed something strange. There was no sound of opening the door...
Owes reluctantly raised his head, but what he saw was a face he had never expected.
"It's you!"
The nightmare broke through his mind and came into reality.
The man didn't hide his thoughts at all, his broken scarlet robes fluttered in the wind, his old white hair hung down, and a corner of his sharp nail sword was exposed, reflecting Ovis's face.
"How can it be……"
Owes put his hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but fell down weakly until the man walked in front of him.
"Ovis? Or should I call you Lancelot?"
Dean Lawrence asked with a smile, the old wrinkles twisted together like a dead tree.
"No...how could it be?"
Owes couldn't figure out how he could appear in the Perpetual Pump? How did he do it.
"Are you wondering how I got here?"
Ovis opened his eyes wide, his pupils dilated slightly, and his breathing became rapid.
"You know what I'm thinking?"
My whole heart became cold, as if it was wrapped by a poisonous snake.
Dean Lawrence still had that kind smile. He nodded slightly, held Ovis's throat with one hand, fixing it like an iron clamp, and raised the nail sword with the other hand.
"Yes, kid, of course I know what you are thinking. After all... I came from here."
The cold tip of the nail sword pressed against his forehead, piercing it with a slight force.
The sound and pain were amplified a hundred times. Owes could clearly feel the splitting of the skin, the gush of blood, and the cold metal entering his brain little by little, and finally touched the solid head.
together, so he tried again.
Just like forcefully opening a can, the nail sword was driven into the bones. In the end, it was no longer a pain, but the most primitive fear of human beings. Owes tried to scream, but was stopped by him.
The throat is strangled, it's like a meaningless neighing, a dying wild dog.
As if being executed, the blood covered the nailed sword and dripped on the ground. Only fear slowly fermented in despair.
No one heard his roar, and no one could come to save him. If there was another observer in the room at this moment, he would find that Ovis was just lying on the ground dully. There was no Dean Lawrence or anything.
There was blood on the nailed sword, and he was the only one on the ground, twitching slightly in pain.
…
The ever-moving pump, No. 4 ** Demon Concentrated Containment Room.
In order to conduct various experiments against demons, a certain number of demons are also imprisoned in the Perpetual Pump. They are soaked in a water prison of neutralizing liquid to weaken the erosion they emit. There are also prepared countermeasures in the containment room.
It's like a hellish zoo, except that the animals in it are all exhibits from hell.
Merlin and Arthur walked in this huge centralized containment room one after another. It was more like a huge workshop, with suspended corridors extending in all directions running through it. Underneath were the demons with serial numbers. There were monsters high up there.
Focus on the fire tower. Once the monster behaves abnormally, all the solutions will be energized first, followed by its fire.
"Not just Mr. Holmes, we also gained a lot of other things."
Arthur said with some joy and some worry.
The appearance of Dean Lawrence can be said to be the first time since the establishment of the Purification Agency that the fight against demons has approached a full-scale war. It is also because of this factor that the Purification Agency's full operation has captured many things beyond imagination.
The two stopped, the valve was pulled, and a containment block below slowly rose. As the neutralizing liquid swayed, a ferocious figure flashed vaguely inside.
"Its name is Horner... If nothing else, he was basically responsible for the previous murders in Old Dunling. According to follow-up investigations, he is also a member of the survivors. Perhaps he can't understand the nobles' treatment of the survivors.
Due to oppression, he joined forces with Reverend Lawrence, drank low-quality secret blood, and became what he is now."
Arthur said slowly, explaining to Merlin the demon in the container.
Horner...or maybe the demon who was Horner.
The twisted body retains only a few human characteristics. The entire body is tightly tied with metal restraints, and the joints are penetrated by deadly steel needles. Basic movements are impossible, and most of the body is immersed in it.
and in liquid.
As the containment block rises, a touch of cold air also overflows from below. According to research, demons have biological characteristics, and low temperature can inhibit their activities. Although the distance is not close, the low temperature in the container can be clearly felt.
Most of its flesh and blood were frozen together with the neutralizing fluid.
Horner was taken in when Dean Lawrence appeared. It tried to attack Duke Salicardo, but was stopped by Arthur, and was subsequently suppressed and captured by the follow-up troops who arrived.
Obviously it had an extremely complicated relationship with Dean Lawrence, but when it was all over, Horner had entered the third stage of erosion, was difficult to communicate, and was extremely aggressive. Arthur had to temporarily put it aside until he came here.
Just came back now.
"Perhaps you can study something about inferior secret blood from it."
This is Arthur's purpose. The current primary target of the entire purification agency is still Dean Lawrence.
"Is that so? Thaw it and prepare a laboratory for me."
Merlin nodded. Under his command, the rumbling sound of motors came from above his head. Only then did he notice the existence of guide rails here. The lowered mechanical arm took out the entire containment block, and the cold low-temperature gas followed it.
diffusion.
The security team, armed with deadly weapons, closely followed the movement of the containment block. It seemed that there was already a complete set of methods of action within the Perpetual Pump.
As the temperature rose, the sleeping flesh and blood began to stir again, until a trance-like sound sounded.
"Horner..."
"Wake up, kid..."
It seemed that someone was calling him. He tried to reach out his hand, but what he touched was bone-chilling coldness.
He kept digging hard, rising with panic, and the sound became louder and louder, until the first beam of light illuminated his face.
Horner climbed out of the cold snow. He was naked and seemed a little unclear about what was going on. He covered his body as much as possible to prevent himself from being exposed to the cold wind.
But it was still too cold, so cold that his limbs gradually lost feeling, until he felt that sleeping under the snow was a good option.
In a daze, he heard the echoing voice again, familiar and kind, constantly calling him.
In an instant, all the wind and snow disappeared, and the man walked slowly from a distance, dragging a red shadow.
"I... I really didn't expect to see you again."
As if he recognized the face of the visitor, Horner knelt on the ground with mixed emotions.
"Boy, you did a great job, really."
Dean Lawrence leaned forward and gently touched his hair. The Horner in front of him was a malnourished child, skinny and skinny.
"Really...are you taking me away? It's too cold here."
Horner's eyes were shining, and he couldn't help but hold Dean Lawrence's old hand. The calluses were as hard as iron.
Looking at this poor child, Dean Lawrence shook his head.
"No."
"Why...why?"
Horner looked at him puzzled.
"Because you have to leave on your own strength."
"But I don't have the strength anymore. It's too cold here."
"So I will give you strength, one last time."
Dean Lawrence said lightly, as if he had found some last hope. Horner was slightly dazed, and finally lowered his head. He seemed to have a premonition of what would happen, but he seemed not to care.
Inexplicable power is surging, the ice and snow are melting, exposing the dry ground, and the soil is cracking open, revealing the red lava underneath. It is a powerful force that changes the world, and the extremely cold air turns into a blazing foehn wind in an instant.
"Am I...standing on the center of the stage?"
For some reason, Horner asked this for the last time, and then there was an affirmative voice.
"Yeah, Horner, you did it."
Like a kind priest, he whispered repeatedly.
"you did it."
As the temperature rises, the demon in the containment block gradually wakes up, but it is still within the control range. It is transported by the guide rail. The security team is following the corridor below. Before leaving the centralized containment room, the heavy fire sentry
The tower also moves its muzzle as the target moves.
Everything was normal, just like many times before, but what no one noticed was the gradual increase in the temperature of the demon's body. It was like a scorching sun that gradually ignited, accelerating the melting of ice cubes, and the gentle water began to flow.
When it drips on the surface, the cold temperature turns to normal temperature, and the temperature continues to rise.
The first one to notice something strange was Merlin. As an alchemist, he had a particularly keen sense of smell for abnormalities. He raised his head and looked at the high containment block. Before he could think more, the liquid began to boil.
"Containment out of control!"
Merlin yelled subconsciously, and then the well-trained security personnel took action. Electricity was passed into the containment block, and a violent reaction occurred in the entire container. Countless tiny bubbles appeared in the liquid, like boiling water.
generally.
The influx of electric current seemed to be effective. The slightly swaying figure in the container stopped, and all the guns were pointed at it. Then, a crisp sound sounded in the strange calm, as if the metal was broken by a huge force.
"Restrainer..."
Arthur murmured to himself. As a former ranger, he followed the instinct gained on the battlefield at this moment. He grabbed Merlin and pulled him towards the outside of the containment room, while not forgetting to ring the alarm bell.
So when the alarm sounded, the containment cube exploded in mid-air. At the same time, the entire No. 4 Demon Concentration Containment Room began to be sealed, and the other containment cubes containing demons began to escape... Below this is
A deep transportation channel leads to the combustion chamber.
The heavy gate fell, and then roaring gunshots came from inside. The heavy fire sentry sent out its full power, and the continuous fire suppression pulled out a continuous curtain of fire in mid-air. It was like an earthquake, and the entire ground was fired.
Trembling slightly.
Arthur and Merlin stood outside the containment room, panting, as if they had not yet realized that the crisis had arrived so quickly.
But suddenly the gunfire disappeared, and the gunfire inside disappeared. The two did not speak, but looked at the sealed gate together. A thunderous sound sounded again in the silence, and a huge bulge was revealed on the gate.
It was as if a wild beast was trying to escape from its cage.
…
Dean Lawrence slowly opened his eyes. He seemed to have a headache. After rubbing his temples vigorously, he looked out the window. The crowd was bustling and bustling, and the carriage he was riding in was slowly moving forward on the crowded street.
.
"I found the location of the Perpetual Pump, but it's a little unexpectedly deep."
He looked at the position below the horizon and showed a frightening smile.
"Then the next step is to attack the Perpetual Pump? This is equivalent to a formal declaration of war on the purification mechanism."
The person opposite asked, he felt that Dean Lawrence should not be such a rash person.
"No, it's just a friendly greeting and a chance to experiment with this new power."
As he spoke, he leaned back on the chair and slowly opened his clothes. There was disgusting scarlet flesh on the old body, as if there was no skin, like a deformed tumor, which occupied the heart.
The position is slightly undulating, and you can still vaguely distinguish the twisted facial features from the ferocious surface, just like a sleeping baby.
"The will of the Holy Grail escaped as early as the night of the Holy Advent. What is sealed in the sacred coffin is only the body, but just such remains can have such power... The demon is really terrifying."
He was caressing the baby tenderly. The scene was so absurd and weird that even the person opposite couldn't help it.
"Damn, put your clothes on, I'm going to puke."
The man yelled and cursed. He seemed to reject this thing, or anything related to the sacred coffin.
"I shouldn't have come back. If I hadn't turned around, I would have been in the Land of Plenty now."
He looked extremely regretful.
"Don't be like this, Doctor Epidemic, you have to admit that the cooperation between the two of us is great. My execution ability, your exquisite transplant surgery, how can I put it...a match made in heaven."
Dean Lawrence closed his clothes and smiled.
The doctor looked at him uneasily, and he tried to sit back, but the damn carriage was only so big.