The tides began to roar with the rising wind, and they hit the rocks along the coast, and finally broke into pale foam and disappeared into the air.
A lonely lighthouse stood above the roaring sea. Green moss covered the scarred stone bricks. The light pointed at the highest point burned quietly, releasing a strange green color.
The majestic heavy rain poured down after a brief thunder, as if a god was crying because he was forgotten. The rapid water distorted everything in the world, washing the whole world with a bone-chilling chill.
"The purification agency has arrived, we need to evacuate now."
Someone spoke in the silence, and a neutral voice sounded from under the bird's beak mask. The mirror surface of the epidemic doctor's mask reflected a faint green light, giving it a silent and weird feeling.
"They carry heavy firepower and are followed by Lancelot. We have no ability to resist."
He looked at the guy at the edge of the high platform, and the green light illuminated his figure. He seemed to be a priest, wearing church clothes, with silver crosses sewn on the edges of his sleeves.
"You go first, I'll stay here."
The man replied calmly, looking down at the earth.
He didn't care about what would happen next. All the man cared about at the moment was the present, which haunted him.
"Although we successfully trapped the train, the Skyward Dawn is still pursuing us. In order to lead Lancelot elsewhere, we sacrificed a lot, but the result was only half a minute of delay."
"We can last a long time, right?" he asked suddenly.
"What do you mean, this dark night?"
The man nodded. He knew very well what could kill the demon and what could make the demon strong.
"The sunrise has been delayed, and endless clouds and darkness are protecting this place."
The doctor's voice was slightly uncertain.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
The epidemic doctor was a little skeptical. Leaving the man alone here would only lead to death.
"Yes, now that the Phantom of Evil has taken control of the train, we have the advantage, and according to our intelligence, isn't there a demon hunter there?"
There was a bit of nostalgia in the man's eyes. Looking at the wound on his arm, as the secret blood surged, blazing white fireworks also rose in his eyes.
"It must be a demon hunter. Only a demon hunter's spiritual vision can reach such a deep [gap], so I can see him and he can see me."
Like a happy child, his words are full of madness and joy.
"Epidemic doctor, after so many years, I finally met another demon hunter. I am full of doubts and joy."
Following the demon hunter's words, the blazing white fireworks burned fiercely.
Since around six years ago, the man had thought that he was the only demon hunter, but now there is another one appearing in this desolate world. The feeling is very strange and indescribable.
"Then I'll start preparing to move the sacred coffin."
The epidemic doctor said nothing more. Although they had not worked together for a long time, he knew very well what kind of person the man was. The action turned directly to the formal process. The sacred coffin must be separated from Inverg tonight.
"Go ahead and speed up the progress. Don't worry about the casualties. After all, the only ones who can leave are you and the sacred coffin, right?"
The demon hunter said it calmly, just like Sabo did when he was in the underground palace, he was also a destined dead man, a martyr who sacrificed his life for a great cause.
"Help me tell my mentor that I look forward to seeing him in the new era."
The epidemic doctor said nothing more, nodded and turned to leave.
The demon hunter fell into silence immediately. He looked at the world under the lighthouse, all of which were enveloped in the green light.
The world is changing in the sound of rain.
The pollution of demons can be transmitted through many things, even light. On the ground that can be touched by sight, the original hard nature is no longer, they are as soft as flesh and blood, and the huge tentacles that grow abnormally grow from the lighthouse.
Extending out from the bottom, they crossed a long distance and completely covered this former town.
This is a living land, where people are surrounded by flesh and blood, shrouded in green light, and appear to be sleeping, with dreamy smiles on their faces.
Such a look appears on the face of everyone on this land. They are immersed in the same beautiful dream, and all of this is still spreading like a virus through various media.
The tentacles are wrapped around the railway track, and the train named Glory is speeding on it, like a prey about to jump into a trap.
The epidemic doctor slowly walked down the spiral staircase. The entire interior of the lighthouse turned into a flesh and blood cultivation bag, with various scarlet organs hanging in it. At the bottom, an old man was lying in the center of the flesh and blood.
, with peace and happiness on his face.
He only glanced at it, and then strode away. During the time he was here, the epidemic doctor had already obtained the experimental data he needed, and there was no point in looking at more.
As his vision progressed, his eyes came to the outside of the lighthouse. Under the rain were thin figures washed away. They were shivering in the cold wind. The cold air almost suffocated them, but no one stopped. They lifted
Carrying the steel on his shoulders, he moved forward like an ascetic.
There were hundreds of them at first, but now there are only sixteen people left. They are like expendables. If someone falls, the people behind will take his place and continue to lift the heavy sacred thing.
The gray robes were clinging to the body, leaving a shrill bright red color on them, and more blood gushes out from the ascetic monks' features. They were shaky, but they held on to the iron coffin with determination.
There seemed to be someone whispering in the darkness. It was a slowly fermenting ominousness. With murmurs and prayers, thousands of people gathered together, and it became a holy hymn.
The ascetics were singing, singing about that great era.
Then more blood gushes out from their facial features, as if being squeezed by some invisible force. Their bodies begin to quickly wither and dry up. Before the whimpering sounds can be heard, the bodies are like broken ashes.
Likely washed away by rain.
So the next person put his hand on the vacant spot and prayed.
"Everyone, please speed up the pace."
The epidemic doctor said this. In fact, he was not sure whether these ascetic monks heard his words. They were like a group of persistent turtles, heading towards the ocean no matter what the dangers were.
All he could do was follow them and watch them go to the wave. But at a certain moment, as if by some strange mistake, the plague doctor's eyes unconsciously fell on the sacred thing held up by the ascetic monks.
From beginning to end, the epidemic doctor had tried his best to avoid looking directly at that thing, but at this moment, it seemed that some kind of existence had finally found this opportunity and took advantage of it.
[Look at me...]
【What do you desire?】
[Is it knowledge or eternal life...]
In an instant, the murmuring words filled the mind of the epidemic doctor, his vision was in confusion, he broke out in cold sweat, his heart rate rose rapidly, and at the moment when he was on the verge of collapse, a sacred prayer sounded in his heart.
The sound was as majestic as a bell, getting louder and shriller.
The Plague Doctor reluctantly stood up. The ascetic monk in front of him was still facing the direction of the tide, but stopped as if waiting for him. Realizing the Plague Doctor's escape, they still whispered the holy words and staggered forward.
So move forward and step into the tide.
The tide was up to their waists and up to their necks. In the end, when even the epidemic doctors began to think that this was an act of suicide, a wooden boat broke through the waves.
It's just destiny.
The sea water had already covered their heads, but the arms still held on to the wooden boat, and then put the heavy sacred thing on the wooden boat. The waves hit the epidemic doctor hard, and the thick clothes became his
No matter how hard he tried, the wooden boat of hope was still far away from him.
But at this desperate moment, countless hands grabbed him. The ascetic monks lifted the plague doctor and lifted him onto the wooden boat. There was lightning and thunder in the night sky, and the plague doctor could only see the dark blue water.
Under the sacred faces, they seemed to be smiling, pushing the wooden boat for the last time and sending it away from the coast.
The ascetic monks died, and they sank under the icy tide. They used their last strength to send the wooden boat away. The plague doctor turned his back to the saint. He was breathing heavily and his face was ferocious.
He didn't believe in any gods, but at this moment, everything was so coincidental that one had to believe that there was some existence secretly controlling all of this.
The wooden boat had no sails, and the space on top was just enough for the plague doctor and the object called the sacred coffin. The waves pushed them and sent them to their destined place.