It is a power beyond imagination, and the extraordinary weirdness reaches reality through the illusion of nothingness, thus bringing about the salvation of sin.
The surging erosion oppresses all life within the range, and the affected area continues to spread, defining everything it can touch as its own territory.
Seliu sat down on the ground in horror, and then she heard the sound of war drums on top of the corpse.
"Yes, Lorenzo is not dead yet."
Someone said this in the void, so everyone noticed her existence.
The twisted flesh and blood raised its head in the sea of fire, and Lawrence's head was broken, but the hateful and weird sarcoma kept moving upwards. It replaced the original position of the head, like a new body. It looked at Luo with vigilance.
Renzo's direction.
It had no consciousness at all, but its biological instinct warned it that Lorenzo's existence would threaten its continuation, so it moved its twisted body, picked up the broken metal, and walked slowly towards the source of the erosion.
At the same time, another wave of erosion spread from its body, carrying the ultimate madness.
The forces of taboo intertwined with each other, forming a vortex of destruction that swallowed everything up.
"What the hell, what's going on!"
Arthur roared, the Geiger index was chiming crazily, like a buzzer, and the indicator light turned from steady green directly to scarlet red without any delay in between, as if he fell from reason in an instant.
Into the abyss.
"Two... two sources of pollution!"
Someone shouted in the command room.
No one died. Under that horrific attack, neither Lawrence nor Lorenzo died, and they moved one step closer to the forbidden place.
Arthur took a deep breath, as if he made a fierce decision in an instant.
"Notify Shrike to launch a second bombardment!"
"We are now within bombing range too!"
Kestrel shouted.
"Don't worry so much! If this doesn't end here, it will only cause greater trouble!"
Arthur said nonchalantly, but another voice sounded with panic.
"Communication... communication has been blocked!"
The erosion of demons will bring huge interference, and now this interference has designated this battlefield as a desperate situation.
Arthur was in a daze for a moment, but then he made a rational judgment.
"Check the ammo reserves, we have to kill him here."
"But... maybe we can trust Lorenzo."
The erosion has affected this place, and the kestrel's voice is whimpering.
"Lorenzo?"
Arthur couldn't understand.
"Two sources of pollution, right? The other one must be Lorenzo."
"But the Witcher has never been like this, he will not release erosion..." Arthur realized something, his words stopped, and then he said slowly.
"He has exceeded the threshold... This damned witcher is going to become a monster too!"
This was discussed during the "candid meeting" with Lorenzo. The controllable range of the witcher's secret blood is only within 30%. Once it deviates from this value, the witcher begins to demonize. When it reaches 60%,
There is no room for reversal of demonization.
In fact, it is like a tidal wave that hits all sane creatures within the range.
This is what Lorenzo has been wary of. Once he breaks through the critical value, Watson will use his erosion of the outside world to escape. But now Watson has no idea of using other people's [gaps] as a springboard to escape. On the contrary,
Looking for something, until she found what she wanted behind the heavy steel.
"Let's lift off first, we have to fall off the erosion area first!"
After a brief struggle, Arthur made his choice.
This place is already an island hell, and he must use his limited power to keep these uncontrollable monsters here forever.
The engine roared, the huge sails on both sides adjusted their angles, and the entire course of the Dawn began to rise slowly.
"Wait...the hatch is opening."
Someone said tremblingly, and then the panic turned to madness, and he shouted loudly.
"The hatch is open!"
"what happened!"
Arthur was tortured by all this, and everything he had carefully planned was spiraling out of control.
"No, I do not know."
The man slowly let go of his hand, and you could see that no one was operating on the console, but the buttons and joysticks seemed to be controlled by some unknown force.
They are constantly changing and inputting different instructions. The machinery rotates crazily and operates efficiently.
From the constantly flashing indexes and the fleeting dashboard, instructions were interpreted one after another.
The secret key is entered correctly.
The cable has been cut.
Fuel injection is completed.
The security lock has been released.
The hatch is open.
Everyone's hearts became cold, as if this war airship had come to life.
It seemed that there was a divine hand controlling all of this, deciding everyone's fate, and then a cold female voice echoed in the silent space.
"Dark Angel joins the order of battle."
"Dark Angel joins the order of battle."
"Dark Angel joins the order of battle."
"..."
Like a warning from the depths of hell, she kept repeating her words. No matter how the operator changed it, the cold voice could not be stopped.
Finally, Arthur's hands couldn't help but tremble, as if they were trapped in a huge vortex, and the forbidden power was swallowing everyone who came close.
"Is it... Galahad?"
Kestrel pretended to be relaxed and said that he knew very well that without instructions from the command room, he could not even activate the Original Sin Armor.
But people are like this, always trying to deceive themselves to avoid the horrible truth.
"No, not me."
At some point, the door to the command room had opened. Galahad stood beside the door with a solemn expression, his chest heaving violently, as if he had just rushed from somewhere.
"Not you?"
Arthur looked shocked.
"How can it be!"
Who else but Galahad can temporarily control that terrifying power?
"Who's in that armor!"
Kestrel roared as he came back to his senses.
In fact, he knew very well that it was impossible to confirm the identity of the driver inside the Original Sin Armor with the existing technology, but it was as if some terrifying thought was urging him.
Maybe the one who controls the armor is not a human being...
The operator moved out of the way so that everyone could see the instructions.
The heart rate is zero.
Blood pressure is zero.
Brain wave response is zero.
is zero.
is zero.
All indices are zero, and all tests indicate... there is no one in the armor.
No one is operating it, and it can't do it on its own, because the first operation of the Original Sin Armor was to cut the demon's brain, but now it's like an ancient ghost has arrived here, and she put on the demon's armor,
In this way, the ethereal consciousness took on a physical form.
The fear of the unknown captures everyone.
Like a sacrificial ritual, Lorenzo killed himself in exchange for an angel descending from heaven.
So the dark steel feathers stretched out as much as they could, like the holy cross.