The whole world is like a chaotic nightmare, as if a sea has been dumped into the sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder, washing everyone on the earth.
Lancelot, who was in the original sin armor, raised his head slightly. The thunder reflected the figure of the plague doctor into a dark silhouette, but the blood of the Holy Grail in his hand released an alluring red color, like a flowing ruby.
"Have you thought about it? My child."
The epidemic doctor asked again. He didn't seem to be in a hurry and looked calm.
For him at this moment, the Lancelot in front of him was extremely tempting. He couldn't wait to study the secrets of him. If possible, he would soak the dead Lancelot in formalin and become him.
One of the rare specimens.
Lancelot was silent, and for a moment his angry thoughts were stagnant in front of the "miracle" given by the epidemic doctor.
He knew very well that even if he survived, he would still become an experimental subject. In order to save the royal family and break the king's curse, he would devote the rest of his ridiculous life.
Even so, Lancelot didn't have much hope for all this. He didn't even think that this vicious curse would be shaken off so easily. As a member of the royal family, he knew many things that Arthur didn't know, just like the king.
The study of mantras.
He had heard from those old guys that the research on the King's Curse was actually not the first time. Every Queen Victoria had tried hard, but after so many years, the King's Curse still existed, and they
Their corpses were piled into a hill.
This is a road with little hope.
So believe in the epidemic doctor? This enemy, the evil monster, is the culprit of all this sorrow.
Maybe... there is hope?
Monsters are the source of all weirdness and evil in this world, but humans have also obtained miraculous powers from these abominable guys that are unimaginable to mortals.
The Armor of Original Sin, Secret Blood, Alchemy... these "miracles" that transcend mortals are all closely related to this deepest darkness.
Maybe...maybe the King's Curse also comes from demons?
As if a shocking crash sounded in his mind, Lanlost felt that he had vaguely glimpsed something.
Yes, everything in this world is reasonable, except for demons, who appear out of thin air and suddenly join the evil in this world. All extraordinary powers seem to be related to them.
In this case, do you want to accept the mysterious blood of the Holy Grail? Lancelot witnessed the brief experiment with his own eyes. Abigail injected his own blood and Lorenzo's blood into the body of the mouse. The King's Curse
was easily covered, and with the blessing of the secret blood, the little white mouse had an almost weird vitality.
This thing can indeed cure the King's Curse. The only thing you have to think about is whether you can maintain your sanity under the erosion of the secret blood.
The evil voice kept replaying in his mind, and for a while his thoughts were completely occupied by it all, until cold rainwater flowed on his face through the mask.
Feeling the bone-chilling cold, Lancelot trembled in his heart. He suddenly realized how terrible he was. He actually hesitated in front of this question. What he should have done was to directly pick up the long sword and kill the epidemic doctor, instead of not
Consider here the "miracles" He gave.
But...but...
What to do? Lanlost, die like this for your honor, or fall into darkness for the freedom you have always pursued?
In a trance, Lanlost saw the green field. The boy was free and running without any worries. He didn't have to worry about the pressure on his body, nor did he have to worry about bleeding after falling. He was not bound by any curse, just like
Just like an ordinary person, he can leave his footprints in every corner of the world.
That is really a beautiful wish, but is the price of sacrificing one's soul for this wish too high?
Under this rain curtain, everything fell into a long silence, and the silence seemed to condense into eternity.
"Are you really... willing to give everything you have to this?"
Suddenly, the doctor asked, the eyes behind the lenses were looking at Lancelot, as if he knew why Lancelot was sad.
"After all, what can your death do for this world? You must know that over the years, the number of people who have died fighting against demons is enough to fill the valley. Even if there is one less of you, or one more of you, this will not be enough."
What can be changed?"
He lifted the entire visor, completely exposing Lancelot to his eyes. He looked at the child's face, his somewhat dull eyes filled with doubts and confusion.
"This is the torrent of the times. Individuals are like fragile young grass under the torrent of this era. They will only be rolled up ruthlessly and rush towards the trough together with those torrents. You can't change all this. There is nothing you can do. In this case, why
How about being less selfish?"
"Be selfish..."
"Yeah, be selfish. You are still so young and have been working for the cleanup agency for so long...Do you think they are hiring child labor?"
The epidemic doctor laughed, with a twisted and weird sound in his laughter.
"Think carefully about Lancelot, there are so many beautiful things in this world that you have never seen, power, wealth, the New World...even an unforgettable love affair, there are many things in the world that are worthy of you.
Selfish, isn't it?"
Lancelot's eyes widened, and his pupils were covered with fine bloodshot eyes. He didn't know whether it was sweat or rain. They crossed his eyes and his vision was blurred.
Severe blood loss and erosion interfered with his judgment, and his once firm will began to weaken. As the epidemic doctor narrated, more and more scenes emerged in front of his eyes.
I don’t know when, only the wheelchair was left in Lancelot’s world. He was imprisoned on that ridiculous chair and needed someone to accompany him no matter what he did. Although he was a knight commander and had the surname of Victoria
, but as the epidemic doctor said, he has too few things.
Being imprisoned by the King's Curse, I have never been to the distant place of my dreams, nor have I seen the beauty that people talk about, let alone any unforgettable love affairs.
Yes, the epidemic doctor is right, this world is too cruel to you, why not choose an easy path? As long as you accept this taboo miracle, you can survive and get rid of the damn thing like ordinary people.
wheelchair……
I really want to... I really want to stand on another continent and see things I have never seen before...
Lanlost raised his head and looked at the plague doctor. As long as he said those words, as long as he asked this devil for a miracle.
"Ovis!"
Someone was shouting his name, and the sharp lancet hit the doctor in front of him through the rain curtain. Eve had tried her best to aim at the doctor's head, but due to the interference of the strong wind, it was still deflected a lot.
The large lifting platform has reached the surface, and the survivors are all here. Looking at them, Lanlost's heart suddenly twitched, and his consciousness became clearer.
"No."
He growled and tried to move, but only then did he realize his miserable state. Lancelot no longer had the strength to drive the Original Sin Armor. His face was pale, and the Geiger counter had already turned red and emitted a high frequency.
's scream.
"Oh? I thought you would accept this?"
The epidemic doctor said with great interest, he lowered his body, and Lancelot's pale face was reflected in the mirror.
This is really interesting, just like human observation experiments. Now it is not just the study of the King's Curse. The epidemic doctor wants to know whether the human will is reliable and whether the proud knight will lower his head in the face of survival.
"Or are you unwilling to accept all this in front of them? This method can be solved easily. I can help you kill them all, so that no one will know that Lancelot betrayed the purification agency."
The epidemic doctor seemed to see clearly Lancelot's thoughts. As he spoke, he moved, picked up the smashed lancet, and slit his wrist directly.
The scarlet blood slid down the original sin armor and melted into the water-covered ground. The blood seemed to have magic power, and its sweet taste attracted the demons. In the rain that finally calmed down, the roars of the demons rang out again.
"No no no!"
Lancelot was hysterical, his pupils bloodshot. He tried to stop all this, but the armor he trusted the most at this moment stopped moving. The steam engine had stopped at some point, and sharp scales penetrated into it along the gaps.
, the crazy demon flesh and blood has already entangled the core.
Not sure if it was tears or rain, Lanlost felt the cold liquid scratching his cheek, and his angry roar finally turned into a low wail.
He hammered feebly until he pulled the valve, and a gap opened in the entire armor, and hot white gas surged out from it. Then, as if dead, the tall armor fell down, killing Lancelot.
After spitting it out, his body was covered with dirty blood, and the flesh and blood were still adhered to it, like chains, connecting him to the armor.
A black shadow enveloped him, and the plague doctor looked at him from above. The powerful knight finally turned into such a ridiculous look, and everything he insisted on was crushed into powder and scattered on the ground.
The epidemic doctor placed the syringe containing the blood of the Holy Grail in the pool of water in front of him, allowing him to make the final decision. At the same time, the remaining demons approached. Although there were only a few, they were
This is also a great pressure for these exhausted survivors.
…
"Ovis..."
Eve looked at the fallen armor. She couldn't hear what they were saying due to the sound of wind and rain, but judging from the situation in front of her, Ovis had lost his combat effectiveness.
"So Lanlost's name is Ovis? Or a child?"
Kestrel couldn't help shouting, and at the same time, he waved his folding knife to chop down the approaching demon.
The Kestrel's current state feels very good, like an overloaded machine, full of power, but on the verge of collapse.
"It's incredible..."
Kestrel sighed, and cut off another demon's arm with the folding knife in his backhand.
Eve looked at the kestrel beside her with some confusion. Just now under the dome, this guy didn't show such fighting power, but now it was like some strange awakening, with full firepower.
"So were you conserving your strength just now?"
Is this obviously unreliable guy actually conserving his strength? Eve doesn't quite believe it.
"To be precise, it's a raging desire to survive!"
Kestrel screamed.
"The situation was so bad just now. I thought that if I died, I would die. It would not change the situation anyway. But who would have thought that I would survive? I finally crawled out of hell! I finally had a chance to live! The result was another
The monster is out!"
Kestrel tried to get closer to Lancelot while slashing, and at the same time he shouted loudly.
"So I found that I am still very afraid of death! I have seen the colorful flowers in this world, and I have to live even for those messy colorful flowers!"
The jackknife slashed wildly, and the kestrel suddenly looked like a god of war. Eve didn't know how to describe this guy. He didn't have any lofty ideals, and what supported him until now was just some nonsense reasons.
"So hold on! Lancelot! The commander is coming to save you!"
Kestrel said as he headed in the direction of Lancelot. The survivors behind him were protected by Robin and others. Although everyone was exhausted, they could still survive temporarily under the demon's attack.
He had already envisioned the next scene, first cutting down the weird plague doctor, and then rescuing Lancelot. As for what to do next, Kestrel hadn't figured out yet.
Of course, Kestrel is also a mortal, an ordinary person, and he is still very afraid of death, but he is now the commander appointed by Arthur.
So sometimes things like professional titles can really give people a lot of motivation, but more of it is Kestrel's requirements for itself.
Lancelot, a child worked so hard for everyone to survive, how could he allow death to come!
After cutting down another demon, Kestrel's steps stopped. His hands had gradually lost touch due to the low temperature and fighting. He tore off his belt and entangled his hands with the folding knife.
"Is he trying to save you?"
The epidemic doctor looked at the kestrel that was trying to get closer. The human figure was so small under the heavy rain.
"Just an idiot."
Lancelot whispered, and the plague doctor looked at him, only to see him kneeling in the water, picking up the blood of the Holy Grail with both hands.
Under the beak mask, perhaps due to excitement, the face has become twisted into a ball.
"That's a good observation about humans. He wants to save you, but he doesn't know that you are about to betray them all."
The epidemic doctor gave out a twisted smile. To be honest, this feeling of dragging people into despair is really good, just like some kind of bad taste that makes people happy.
Lancelot remained silent and responded with action. He wiped his arm and without any hesitation, like a cold machine, he inserted the needle under the skin.
The epidemic doctor was extremely satisfied. He once again proved his point of view. The so-called human beings are just creatures full of bad natures. As long as their anger dissipates and they understand this cruel situation, no matter how noble they are, they will do the same thing.
Make the most despicable decision.
His eyes turned to Kestrel. His hands were wrapped with his belt, and the folding knife was tightly tied in his hands. He was already out of breath, but he still looked like a ghost.
The Plague Doctor walked towards the Kestrel, and it was time to end the battle here. Although it was unclear where Lorenzo Medici had escaped, for the Plague Doctor, this operation still gained a lot.
The distance between the two gradually shortened, and the kestrel started running with all its strength, charging towards the death place.
The angrier he is, the happier the doctor is. He wants to know what Kestrel's expression will be when he sees Lancelot, whom he wants to save, standing on the opposite side.
Thinking like this, another sound of running sounded under the rain curtain. It seemed that he hadn't run with all his strength like this for a long time, and his steps stumbled.
His pale palms grabbed the epidemic doctor's mask from behind, and then the lancet stabbed into the epidemic doctor's throat.
"Well done! Lancelot!"
Kestrel roared, and came with two knives, stabbing directly into the chest of the epidemic doctor. Then like a crazy butcher, he slashed with both knives in a series, stirring up blood and pieces of flesh.
It was full of momentum and overwhelmed the evil doctors in an instant, but they were still mortals after all. Monster-like power rose, and the doctors directly stretched out their hands to grab the fallen folding knife. No matter how hard Kestrel tried,
As if cutting into a block of iron, the folding knife does not move at all.
Then Kestrel was directly grabbed by the epidemic doctor and thrown away. He rolled several times on the ground and fell into the water, making no sound again. Around him, blood-thirsty demons looked at him.
"So you want to prove something! Lancelot? And who are you trying to prove to?"
The plague doctor turned to Lanlost. He carried the King's Curse and basically had no hand-to-hand combat ability. The sneak attack just now was all he could do.
Taking out the lancet that had penetrated his throat, the doctor threw Lanlost to the ground hard. There was no blood left to vomit. He curled up and retched.
The horrific injuries were healing rapidly, and at the same time, the doctor's body was also slightly distorted, as if something weird was slowly moving under the clothes.
"Are you angry? Epidemic doctor, you are superior and treat us as ridiculous guinea pigs. But the guinea pigs did not follow your ideas and bit you back."
Lanlost's voice was weak, and he tried to laugh heartily like after victory, but he no longer had the strength.
"I know that those guys in the Perpetual Pump are more angry when the experiment doesn't go as expected than scolding them. You are the same way, right?"
The doctor didn't say anything. He picked up Lanlost's head and lifted him up high. The boy's eyes had become blurry. He was about to fall asleep, but the lancet then cut open his eyelids, causing
He had to look ahead.
It was the kestrel. He was lying in the water in a ridiculous posture, surrounded by demons that were constantly approaching.
At this moment, there is no need for any dialogue between the two people. The epidemic doctor wants to completely defeat Lancelot and let him watch the kestrel being eaten up by the demon with his own eyes. As they often say, it is eaten everywhere.
The internal organs and bones were shattered on the ground.
But at this moment, Lancelot laughed. No one knew what he was thinking, and he didn't even need to describe the ghost. He clenched his fist for the last time, and the broken glass pierced the palm of his hand.
, and at the same time there were drops of scarlet blood.
"I am...Lancelot."
He whispered.
The plague doctor smelled it, and so did all the demons. The hot blood, the boiling blood, the blood containing miracles.
The monsters that were trying to attack the survivors and were preparing to eat the kestrel stopped moving, and then the hateful heads looked in the direction of the plague doctor.
Blood of the Holy Grail.
Under the extreme desire, the demons suppressed their instinctive commotion. They came towards Lancelot like a pack of wolves, just to lick the liquid miracle.
The situation was reversed in an instant. The epidemic doctor was surrounded by numerous monsters. They waved their fangs and claws like a wave of death. However, this was not enough to kill the powerful epidemic doctor. It was even said that they could not even force him back.
.
Therefore, a fiery track bursts out and burns from the end of the rain curtain, as if the mythical dragon appeared, pouring out its angry breath towards sin.
The firelight illuminated Lancelot's face, and also illuminated his dark heart. He finally betrayed, but not his position as a human being. He betrayed his own desires and completely obliterated what he had always longed for.
Lose.
For some reason, he suddenly remembered Merlin at this moment. The alchemist had taken care of him for a long time and told him a lot about his life insights, such as the cliff of reason.
At that time, he just thought that these words were the unique crazy remarks of alchemists, but now Lanlost understood it more or less.
Longing for freedom, Lanlost stood on the cliff of reason and jumped.
…
The scorching fire stream instantly evaporated the cold rainwater, and the heat wave was suffocating. The epidemic doctor was completely covered by this pillar of fire stream, and the air was filled with a burning smell.
Heavy footsteps sounded, and the ferocious figure gradually emerged under the heavy rain, his broken figure reflected in the water.
The man's steady breathing came from the channel. He dropped the half-melted armor and gun, took out a new one from the weapon rack behind him, and in his other hand was dragging a huge weapon.
The demon was held in front of him like some weird-shaped shield.
The iron armor hit by the rain on the corpse was also a monster transformed by the demon hunter Medanzo, but it was already dead at this moment. The entire abdomen was melted by the high temperature, and the internal organs were completely burnt. There was only a little bit of flesh and blood that was not yet dead.
, still squirming slowly.
"Epidemic doctor."
Gawain's voice was emotionless, and the rising heat overflowed from the cracks in the steel. Behind him, more similarly ferocious figures appeared under the rain curtain.
The defense line against the demons never failed. On the contrary, Gawain wiped out all the demons in the mildly affected area, even if the enemy had such a thorny thing covered with iron armor.
None of this was a problem for Gawain. He directly pushed the armored firegun into the demon's wound and let it eat his body. If he couldn't kill him with one shot, he would fire a second shot and a third shot until that time.
The scorching heat completely burned the demon's internal organs, and he lifted the demon's corpse, using the armor as a strong shield to fight against the demon tide.
The heavy rain washed away the bloody armor, and the silent Gawain continued to move forward.
In the endless fire, the figure of the epidemic doctor also appeared. The fatal temperature failed to kill him, but it burned his clothes a lot. There were loopholes in many places, and there were strange things underneath.
The flesh and blood is slowly moving.
The Original Sin Armor began to charge forward. Although it was broken, they still had the power to fight.
The iron sword tore through all the obstacles and cut off the undead demons together. In the flying blood, the figure of the epidemic doctor was knocked out. He tried to stand up, but half of his body was struck by the slash.
The cracked, twisted internal organs and deformed bones were completely exposed.
"It's really endless..."
The epidemic doctor looked at those figures and finally couldn't help laughing.
Humans are really a strange species. Epidemiologists think they have studied them comprehensively enough, but they always bring interesting surprises.
He obviously has such a weak body and will, but he always pretends to be like a ghost.
The flesh and blood began to proliferate. Even with such heavy damage, it still failed to kill the plague doctor. However, the plague doctor also stopped here. The original sin armor like a city wall protected the survivors. If they continue to fight, they will only wait.
More reinforcements are coming.
The plague doctor left without looking back, and he didn't care about the attacks. There were burning projectiles that penetrated his chest, and sharp fragments that cut into his body, but none of them could kill him. In the end, Gawain raised his hand,
The attack was stopped.
As a knight commander who has been hunting the Doctor for a long time, he can feel that the Doctor has not given up, he just feels that it is no longer interesting. Just like how he dealt with the incidents caused by the Doctor before, he can obviously cause a larger-scale disaster.
, but when he realizes that his research cannot go any further, he will give up.
But more importantly, no one knows what kind of power the epidemic doctor still has. After all, the current almost immortal body is enough to scare people.
"Is he Lancelot?"
The Original Sin Armor turned around, and among the corpses on the ground, Gawain saw the emaciated figure.
He was also a little surprised. He never expected that there would be such a person under the armor. He was also very sorry. He didn't expect that the first meeting in person would end in this way.
In the scarlet water, Lancelot lay on the green grass, looking at the cloudless sky.
The sky is high and the clouds are vast, the wind is singing like a song.