Lorenzo looked at this clear and cold world with some doubts. Just now he was in the dark underground, but now he appeared here. There was a naked man in front of him, and he was constantly trembling.
, as if suffering great pain.
"It's so cold...why? Why don't you take me away?"
Horner crossed his arms and hugged his chest vigorously.
There are many things that he cannot figure out. He is always so insignificant and even difficult to be remembered.
He walked slowly towards Lorenzo, his steps staggering.
"As long as...as long as I kill you, I can leave..."
Horner murmured to himself.
Lorenzo clenched his nailed sword vigilantly, as if he had guessed what was going on here.
That weird [gap] is filled with that familiar feeling. Although he hasn't seen the bench and the moon many times, Lorenzo can still be sure of this.
This is not his [gap], but the man's [gap] in front of him, the demon's [gap].
"That is to say...does a demon possess such weird things? Or does it have other conditions?"
Lorenzo looked around, and the detective's professionalism made him think and confirm a lot.
But before Lorenzo could make any other inferences, Horner swooped over and slashed fiercely with the nailed sword emitting a cold light.
At this moment, Horner is no longer the twisted piece of flesh. In this spiritual world, he is the most primitive essence, the human form.
Blood overflowed and dyed the white snow red.
Horner stared blankly at the metal that had sunk into his chest. He was a little panicked at first, with large amounts of blood flowing on his body. He cried and screamed, but then he became confused.
It was bone-chilling pain, but he didn't die.
He then let out a maniacal laugh.
"This...this is hell!"
He shed tears as he spoke, like a madman.
Endless cold and hunger, he will not even die, Horner is trapped here forever, unable to leave.
But suddenly, as if grasping some last hope, he raised his head and looked at Lorenzo, with that crazy look in his eyes that made the demon hunter tremble slightly.
"You can come in, and there will be a way out, right?"
"what are you saying?"
Lorenzo couldn't understand what he said, and he didn't know much about this ghost thing called "Gap".
"I need to rely on my own strength...my own strength."
Dean Lawrence's words were whispered in his ears. The small sound was like an insect waking up and pushing through the soil. It was an almost imperceptible sound. But soon the sound became more intense, from a low murmur to a chaotic scream. The poor will
Under this baptism, he completely fell into madness.
Horner looked at Lorenzo with a distorted face, and then attacked him like a madman. He had completely lost his mind.
Lorenzo instinctively swung the nail sword. Although it could leave wounds after wounds on his body, it was not enough to kill him. This was his world, the spiritual world.
How can metal kill the will of nothingness? What's more, Lorenzo, who is here, is a little unsure whether the weapon he is holding is a metal weapon or his own pitiful imagination.
The whole world seemed to feel Horner's madness. A strong wind suddenly rose, and the cold convolution washed over Lorenzo, bringing with it extreme frost.
They were sad for Horner, and they were furious because of Horner.
"Will can be destroyed...or replaced by a better will."
A ghostly voice sounded, and at some point a gap in the broken space appeared behind Lorenzo, and Watson greeted him with a smile.
She slowly raised her hand, and power surged out from the cold [gap]. At that moment, Lorenzo seemed to see everything clearly, the trajectory of all this power.
From one [gap] to another [gap], traveling through them with violent power.
Lorenzo saw a lot in that moment, and broken memories cut into his body like sharp knives. Fragments of Horner's life kept flashing back in his mind, and the memories were chaotic, as if they wanted to tear the fragile brain apart.
From his beginning until he reaches death.
That's everything about Horner. It turns out that he is also a survivor, who was adopted but suffered discrimination and lived a mediocre life until that scarlet figure appeared in his life.
"Lawrence!"
Lorenzo roared.
Then everything collapsed.
A new will took over here and issued the order of death, so the entire world of ice and snow began to crack and become damaged. They cracked inch by inch and fell into the dark nothingness, just like the withered life returning to zero.
In Arthur's disbelieving gaze, the sharp nail sword tore through the twisted flesh. The demon hunter's body was covered with scarlet and hot blood, and he climbed out of the terrifying corpse bit by bit, like a corpse from hell.
Those who return.
The low-temperature cold air completely solidified the blood on the solid armor, like some kind of bright red flower blooming on the sculpture-like armor, which looked extremely abominable.
As if he still couldn't believe it, Lorenzo lowered his head and looked at the completely dead demon behind him. His heart was not broken, and his head was not cut off, but now it was just dead, completely dead.
The dust-shrouded secret finally came out, and Lorenzo wiped away a corner of it.
There was no time to fear or endure the pain, and my mind went blank for a moment.
This is something beyond Lorenzo's knowledge. It breaks the hundreds of years of laws of the Demon Hunting Order. Even if the key organ is not destroyed, the demon will die so powerlessly.
But then an abnormal feeling came out, and it was extremely painful.
Holding the nearly broken nail sword, Lorenzo gasped for breath, his body had never been tired before, extending from his flesh and blood to his mind, as if something roughly tore apart his thoughts and opened them again.
It looks like it was put back together again.
"Lo...Lorenzo."
Arthur stood not far from Lorenzo. He looked at the demon hunter. His armor gradually withered away, revealing half of his hideous and terrifying face.
His expression was twisted together, looking more ferocious than ever before, as if there was an alienated demon under the armor.
…
"Horner is dead...his connection with me has been severed."
Dean Lawrence looked at the scenery outside the window and said suddenly.
"Dead? Did you know through that weird [gap]?"
The epidemic doctor asked curiously.
Dean Lawrence nodded slightly.
"The [Gap] is essentially our spiritual...world? It can be said that, but the [Gap] of humans can only accommodate themselves, and they themselves cannot break that solid barrier, but the [Gap] of demons can
It can be expanded, it can connect more people...through it reaches the spiritual level of communication and...erosion."
He smiled as he spoke, his smile full of chills.
"Like bubbles of different sizes, the big ones eat the small ones."
The epidemic doctor does not feel cold but trembles.
"Did you do anything to Horner's [gap]?"
"No, I just left my erosion...a beacon to be precise. This twisted power was engraved in his [gap], like a dark sea. I know the coordinates of his island,
And build a bridge with it, so that I can reach his [gap] through [the gap].”
Dean Lawrence explained to his allies that the reason why Horner was able to lose control in low temperatures was that Dean Lawrence had corroded it in advance. The inferior secret blood was the best beacon, so he traveled through the [gap]
Come.
"The church hides too many things. I only discovered all this after I captured the Book of Revelation. In essence, the heart network that stagnates the temple is also this kind of thing..."
He looked a little confused.
"A super-large [gap] 'eroded' the remaining witchers, and all the witchers were marked by it, so independent witchers could use this to communicate, and in this huge hub
connections within the network, and the church can in turn determine its location.”
Dean Lawrence laughed as he spoke, his voice frightening.
"Just like I can control Horner through inferior secret blood, the beacon established by the church for demon hunters is also very interesting."
"Secret blood?"
The epidemic doctor asked. As an expert who specializes in the life of demons, he guessed it in an instant.
"The inferior secret blood is prepared by me from my own blood and the blood of the Holy Grail. The secret blood can enable all demon hunters to establish beacons and communicate with them... Plague Doctor, do you know what this means?"
Dean Lawrence told the chilling secret.
The epidemic doctor looked at him with some vigilance, his pupils under the mask slightly expanded, and he said slowly.
"The blood of the demon hunter...is from the same source?"
That weird [gap] can be used as a link through its own erosion to contact other eroded [gaps]. So if they want to contact the demon hunters, the beacon they establish must be connected to the [gap] of the Stasis Temple.
The same origin, just as Dean Lawrence can use himself to contact Horner.
Secret blood can continuously emit erosion to deepen the "beacon", but ordinary erosion and pollution will fade over time, causing the beacon to disappear.
"In other words, in your Demon Hunting Order, the secret blood of the demon hunters of all generations comes from one demon? And the [gap] of that demon has continued to this day?"
The sound of heavy breathing came from under the mask. I don't know if it was the fear of the truth or the excitement of discovering a new world.
"No, you can't do this. Even if there is such a monster, you can't subdue it... This is a power that does not belong to the demon hunter."
The epidemic doctor suddenly began to refute his own thoughts, talking to himself like a crazy madman.
"To be precise, it is a power that does not belong to the demon hunter Shanda Feng."
Dean Lawrence looked at the epidemic doctor with some deep meaning.
The bird's beak mask stared at Dean Lawrence, and the body under the clothes began to twist and deform. Dean Lawrence was very calm. He knew that this was a manifestation of the doctor's excitement. In this case, he always found it difficult to contain himself.
"In other words... it's the power of another demon hunter?"
His voice was filled with laughter, and he continued talking without even waiting for Dean Lawrence to confirm him.
"Yes, how could you contain the Holy Grail so easily? How could the ethereal will allow you to touch it so easily?"
"It's true, my research is right!"
As the emotions agitated, countless bulges appeared under the clothes, as if the human figure that was struggling to maintain would completely collapse in the next second.
"Quiet, epidemic doctor."
Dean Lawrence suddenly interrupted his madness, holding up his finger to his mouth, as if warning him not to awaken some sleeping monster.
"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 flesh and blood of the dying, but even the flesh and blood of the dying will have such great power..."
He gently touched his chest, underneath which was the twisted and hateful flesh and blood.
The doctor seemed to have calmed down and looked very happy.
"I'm beginning to like you, Dean Lawrence. We are indeed the same kind."
Looking at Dean Lawrence, he continued.
"Then let's do the surgery quickly and implant the remaining flesh and blood into your body... To be honest, I thought you wouldn't survive the operation. After all, it's the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail."
For a crazy scholar, truth is the perfect temptation.
Dean Lawrence shook his head at this.
"It's not the right time yet, I need time to get used to it."
As if he has everything in his hands, Dean Lawrence always gives people a calm feeling. No matter how bad and dangerous the situation is, he can easily solve it.
For some reason, the image of Horner suddenly flashed back in my mind, and I have to say that this mediocre child really left a deep impression on Dean Lawrence.
But his goal has been achieved, and it doesn't matter whether Horner lives or lives.
Dean Lawrence has successfully determined the location of the Perpetual Pump through Horner, not to mention that he has also implanted a new "beacon" in it.
Ovis...or Lancelot, he received a huge erosion on the night of the battle with Dean Lawrence, and that erosion still remains, providing a way for Dean Lawrence to travel through the [gap] and arrive.
beacon.
"Ah...it's so gratifying."
The epidemic doctor seemed to be still immersed in his own happiness.
"Director Lawrence, I hope you can live for a while longer and not die so easily. There are not many experimental subjects like you who can do research with me casually."
"Don't worry about this. I know very well when I will die. It's not the time yet."
The doctor was stunned for a moment, then smiled even more happily.
"Yeah, we won't die until we achieve our goal...what does that say?"
The epidemic doctor suddenly became serious, and these words were like his creed.
"Idealists are hopeless. If they are thrown out of heaven, they will create an ideal hell."
Dean Lawrence listened quietly, as if he was recalling something in his eyes.
They are all hopeless idealists, fearless for their own ideal country.
"Remember when you asked me why I wasn't afraid of death?"
Dean Lawrence suddenly asked.
Implanting the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail is an extremely dangerous thing. It is even said that when the epidemic doctor implants the flesh and blood into the body of Dean Lawrence, he will be corroded by the terrible power and turn into a demon. But he survived, it is simply
Medical miracle.
"Epidemic doctor, my power is Shang Da'an, who can predict the future."
He spoke somewhat deeply.
"I can see a brief future, a very brief one, but even that makes me invincible."
The epidemic doctor listened quietly. He looked at Dean Lawrence, and a kind smile appeared on his old face. It was a smile from the heart.
"About...a few decades ago? Or a hundred years ago...I lived for too long, and my memory is no longer trustworthy...the secret blood turned me into a complete monster."
He talks about his past.
"I didn't have my own name at that time, just a short code name. At that time, the Holy Gospel Papal State dominated the Western world. At that time, the Glorious War seemed to have just begun..."
It was such a long time ago that even the memories took on an old color and everything became so blurry, as if the paper had been soaked in water and the words were blurred and unrecognizable.
"That was an accident that changed my life. My power was aroused to the maximum...I saw the future, a very distant future."
Dean Lawrence looked at the epidemic doctor with the same look under the mask, a fanatical look.
"What do you see?"
The doctor looked extremely curious.
"The future, the distant future, the future of the Demon Hunting Order, the future of the Evangelical Church, the future of the world...even my own future."
As if he had realized something, the epidemic doctor asked softly.
"You foresaw your own death?"
Dean Lawrence nodded easily. Such a heavy thing seemed not worth mentioning, so he continued talking.
"Yes, my own death... I have become fearless since then, because I know very well when my death date is. As long as that day does not come, I will not die, no matter what I face
danger."
"Is that what gave you the courage to implant the Holy Grail?"
As long as that day does not come, Dean Lawrence will not die, but when that day comes, no matter what efforts he makes, he will not be able to reverse the death date.
This is really a wonderful feeling.
he replied.
"I guess so."
A sudden silence enveloped the conversation. The two people were strangely silent. Sometimes they would look at each other, but then quickly leave. Only the carriage continued to move forward. This lasted for a long time until the epidemic doctor asked again.
"How did you die?"
Perhaps realizing that his question was somewhat inappropriate, the epidemic doctor quickly organized his words and asked again.
"You...died for your ideal?"
Dean Lawrence was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect him to ask such a question, so he thought about it and answered.
"Yes."
The doctor suddenly held Dean Lawrence's hand tightly, and his body twitched under his clothes. He looked extremely happy.
"I envy you, Lawrence!"
This enthusiasm made Dean Lawrence stunned, and the epidemic doctor in front of him was extremely excited.
he said excitedly.
"It's great to be able to die for your ideals!"
The carriage slowly stopped, and outside the window was the central railway station of Old Dunling. A train bound for the port of Rendona was waiting for them. Dean Lawrence looked at the epidemic doctor in front of him dully, his eyes seemed to be penetrating
That beak mask, to observe the flesh and blood underneath.
After an unknown amount of time, Dean Lawrence smiled.