This is the source of disaster, the core of endless fireworks and death, like a constantly collapsing vortex, dragging countless lives into the dark and deep abyss.
Lawrence walked among the dilapidated streets, strolling around the burning ruins of the Saint-Naro Cathedral. He could feel the erosion like a tidal wave. Their intensity was terrifying, but strangely, they reached a peak.
After that, everything became quiet.
Yes, silence, absolute silence.
Under this immeasurable erosion, all life will wither, and what is left in the end is a quiet desolation, just like a storm roaring on the sea. This is the eye of the storm, and a frightening silence permeates the air.
on this land.
"It's all ruined."
With a sense of nostalgia in his voice, Lawrence casually kicked the broken sculpture away.
In addition to its religious elements, the Cathedral of Saint-Naro is also a great work of art. Countless craftsmen have carved and painted along this church for hundreds of years. The noble and holy artistic pursuit of mankind is preserved here.
, but now it has become filthy and entangled with fireworks.
Looking down at the broken face, Lawrence raised his foot and completely crushed the stone sculpture, leaving only gray powder on the ground.
Lawrence had no interest in art.
"I think you must be quite sad, right? After all, most of the things left here were completed with your funding," Lawrence missed his old friend, and then said with a helpless smile in his voice, "Fortunately, you are dead.
I can’t see these anymore.”
He leisurely drew out a nailed sword, the tip of the sword hanging to the ground. As Lawrence moved forward, it left a shallow scratch on the ground, cutting through the dust and gravel, like a scar carved on the earth.
He walked towards the Cathedral of Saint-Naro, getting closer and closer, and the nailed sword in his hand began to tremble slightly.
What was shaking was not the hand holding the sword, but the ground beneath his feet. Lawrence could feel the resistance coming from the sword, and soon it was like cutting into steel, making it difficult to move even an inch.
"Has it spread here yet?"
Lawrence muttered to himself, using force and lifting the sword, the steel was easily torn apart by the touch, and large amounts of blood spurted out, gurgling like a small spring.
The blood dripped on Lawrence's body, dyeing the silver-white iron surface into a wild and weird look. He lowered his head slightly and saw the flesh and blood crawling under the scars on the earth.
As the nail sword cuts open the earth, under the broken bricks and stones, there is no longer solid soil, but masses of squirming flesh and blood. Thin blood vessels snake like snakes, wrapping the soil and bricks together.
Together, it's like some kind of germ blanket.
Blood continued to seep out, but the wounds cut by the sword soon healed, and the flesh and blood grew like a plant.
Lawrence raised the nail sword and was about to stab it again, when suddenly the ground beneath his feet rose and shattered.
The thick scarlet tentacles bounced up, spread along the flesh and blood carpet, and rolled towards Lawrence. Lawrence did not panic. He calmly swung the nail sword and tore it apart easily. In an instant, the tentacles broke into countless pieces.
The clear fragments, mixed with the viscous scarlet liquid, spread all over the earth.
The earth is alive.
The blood did not stay on the surface for too long. It was pulled by some kind of suction force and soon seeped into the ground. Lawrence slowly turned his head and saw one tentacle after another rolling up from the surrounding ground, with the ends cracked.
It blooms like a flower, but inside the flower core are spirally extending sharp teeth. Once captured, these countless sharp teeth will easily chew up bones and flesh.
"The scarlet earth."
Lawrence whispered, he was not afraid, but fell into some kind of strange fanaticism because the prophecy was coming true step by step.
Blazing white fireworks ignited under the steel mask, and dense armor covered his body layer by layer, with sharp edges and corners superimposed on top of each other. He seemed to be entangled by countless iron-gray giant snakes.
When the nail sword swings up, there is not much skill, it is just the power to break rocks and crack mountains, and the speed of sudden thunder.
With the blessing of this extraordinary power, Lawrence's sword strikes seemed to carry some kind of supreme decree. As long as the sword was drawn, it would be cut off.
The cold light flashed beside Lawrence, and the next moment the tentacles that came closer slammed into Lawrence's body, but before they fully came into contact with Lawrence, narrow cracks appeared on them, and tight cracks appeared on them.
Then the cracks shattered, scattering into countless pieces and blood.
Lawrence stepped on the broken flesh, and he probably understood why it was so dead here.
Something...something disgusting crawled out of the Well of Sublimation. Not only that, it was also corrupting the land, turning the land, buildings, and all living creatures within it into it.
part of the body.
So the earth was invaded by flesh and blood, and all living creatures were killed and integrated with it. Under absolute silence, only it was left to breed corruption in the darkness.
"As expected."
Lawrence looked at the corner of the broken building exposed. On the sections of the masonry, there were densely packed blood vessel sections. Those sections were still slowly moving, as if they were following the beating of the heart.
He stepped forward again. For a moment, a huge sense of crisis enveloped Lawrence. Before he could make too many moves, countless bone spurs protruded from the bulging flesh. They were like wildly growing thorns, digging up the land.
Grow upwards to your heart’s content.
What was beneath his feet turned into a hell of bones. A flash of light passed by, and all the protruding bone spurs beneath his feet broke.
This is not a cut, but more like being broken by a huge force. The fracture is as jagged as a canine tooth and contains crushed gray powder.
Even now, Lawrence still maintains an absolutely powerful posture, with bursts of fireworks overflowing from the gaps in his armor. He shines brightly, but this brilliance is quickly blocked.
The ground is no longer solid, it becomes soft and treacherous, and the ground covered with broken bone spurs begins to collapse, like a predator buried under the surface, catching Lawrence who steps on the trap.
He tried to break free, but the scarlet earth around him rose up with dense bone spurs, like a big mouth that opened out of thin air, swallowing Lawrence completely, and also blocked the firelight on his body.
Bone spurs were like a thousand swords, coming from all directions. As Lawrence was swallowed, they constantly scraped against his dense iron armor, emitting heavy sparks and sharp friction sounds.
Lawrence tried to swing his sword, but the space was compressed to the extreme in an instant, giving him no room to swing his sword at all. He was firmly imprisoned, and could only witness the last ray of light being swallowed up by the scarlet earth.
Looking from a distance, I saw a huge scarlet egg standing on the surface of the earth. The flesh and blood on the surface was still slowly squirming. At the same time, there were tiny tentacles swaying slightly, and a heart-breaking crushing sound came from it.
It seemed as if the scarlet egg was chewing something, and streams of thick plasma mixed with scraps of flesh and blood dripped from the gaps in the scarlet egg.
After some time, the Scarlet Egg calmed down. It began to collapse and became flat, pulling on the surrounding masonry and filling it up. In the end, it pretended to be no different from the ordinary ground, except for the remaining bone residue on it.
Along with the meat paste, there is also some silver-white, indigestible iron, which means that an unlucky guy has just died here.
It was dead silent again, as if nothing had happened.
The sound of footsteps shattered the dead silence.
"Oh, is that so?"
A familiar voice came from the shadows, and another Lawrence walked slowly over. The pain just now still stayed in his consciousness. He turned his head vigorously to relieve the pain that did not exist in the body.
"How can a monster like you be willing to passively hunt... So you're not completely out of trouble yet, are you?"
Lawrence analyzed that although he was fanatical, he still retained his rationality, and he was also prepared to use his rationality to maximize his strengths.
With the madness of the Unspeakable, once it gets out of trouble, it will only pull everyone into that grand sublimation, instead of just staying here and using clumsy disguises and flesh to hunt down all those who come close.
It's not attacking, it's defending.
"What are you afraid of? Death? Can a guy like you understand the concept of 'death'?"
Lawrence wondered, but soon gave up thinking about it.
Rather than random guessing, what Lawrence needs now is practice, and he has many opportunities for trial and error.
Pull out the nailed sword, raise it high, inhale, exhale, and let out a thundering roar.
More footsteps roared, crushing the dead silence and plunging the quiet world into crazy agitation.
The darkness burned.
Densely packed, blazing white light spots lit up together, and they were connected together, like red-hot cumulus clouds at sunset.
One figure after another, holding a nail sword, passed by Lawrence, silently rushing towards the heavy blockade in front of him. The secret blood was rolling in their bodies. Each of them was a potential demon, favored by the secret blood.
Crazy husband.
They are the Legion, they are Lawrence.
The ground trembled, as if an earthquake had struck. Then the land in front of him collapsed and swelled, and huge tentacles of flesh and blood emerged one after another, like the roots of giant trees. They twisted and extended to meet the incoming attack.
Legion.
Lawrence brought legions, brought war.
He watched from a distance, watching his other selves being killed by the tentacles.
It was like a crazy, weird freak show, where monsters crawled out of nightmares and killed themselves repeatedly, but Lawrence was not afraid, but watched with interest.
He watched how far he could go. In this crazy trial and error, Lawrence died again and again, feeling the painful scars, and found the only correct path among countless mistakes.
A vague line appeared on the chaotic battlefield, bypassing one obstacle after another, and corpses fell on the road.
Lawrence took steps and sprang out like an arrow.
Several scarlet shadows flew up, carrying sharp bone spurs, and stared at Lawrence the moment he moved. They followed Lawrence's figure, like the god of death waving a scythe, bringing bursts of howling wind sounds.
This feeling was terrible. Lawrence kept taking one step and couldn't even look back to search for the tentacles. He knew very well that as long as his pace slowed down for just a moment, these twisted flesh and blood would catch up with him and drag him down.
it's here.
This is indeed the case. All the land that Lawrence passed over collapsed in an instant, and dense bone spurs pierced out from the collapsed pits, trying to catch this swift figure.
Death, death after death.
In the brief moment when Lawrence moved forward, several more of them died in the trial and error, and the pain was transmitted, but Lawrence had long been accustomed to such pressure.
The wind brushed my ears, the whistling sound was like cutting my throat, and a sticky fishy smell lingered at the tip of my nose.
Lawrence was about to reach the finish line, and the billowing fireworks were about to explode in his body, but the dazzling light only lasted for a moment, and then disappeared like a flash of light.
He stopped. Under the burning embers, several pale and sharp bone spurs penetrated his thighs, and continued to extend from bottom to top, piercing Lawrence's hip bones, and then his abdomen, piercing his internal organs.
A big hole broke the ribs and stabbed out of the chest.
The bone spurs shrank violently, and Lawrence's body seemed to have lost its support, and slumped down, like a broken water bag, the scarlet red couldn't stop overflowing, gurgling all over the ground, and then was swallowed up by the scarlet earth, turning into
became its nourishment.
The broken head was twisted crookedly. He was not completely dead yet. He could feel the almost numb pain coming from his body. He was crushed into flesh inch by inch, every drop of blood was squeezed out, and it was crushed into blood on the ground.
…
This "death experience" that can easily drive a person crazy is happening in Lawrence's consciousness, and in the consciousness of all Lawrences.
Endless pain overlapped, and then a smile appeared on the broken cheek.
"I... saw you."
He stared at the illusory scarlet eyes and his voice was hoarse.
"My meat is not so easy to eat."
After the words fell, the restless earth stopped for a few seconds, the tentacles hovered in the air, and the fluttering bone spurs also froze, and then the scarlet flesh glowed with light, as clear as a ruby, and the blood vessels in it were vaguely visible.
combustion.
In an instant, the raging fire burned the scarlet earth, and the gnawed corpses, like the blazing white sun, burst out with scorching afterglow, dragging everything into the blazing hell in an instant.
The tentacles waved wildly, trying to get rid of the flames, but the pure flames stuck to it, and its vigorous waving would only expand the fire. In the brilliant firelight, the fallen corpses also squirmed, and under the mutilated limbs,
The same bone spurs and fangs protrude, gnawing at the flesh and blood close at hand.
All living things were destroyed by the flames.
Waves of sobbing screams echoed, accompaniment to this grand death.
The withered body slowly stood up in the firelight.
Critical breakthrough, this is very simple for Lawrence who has obtained the sublimation certificate. It is also very simple to demonize and burn one self after another.
Yes, it's all very simple. He has paid the price and he should get the authority he needs.
Consciousness is distorted and distorted, infinitely approaching the end of sublimation.
"To kill one devil, you have to become another devil."
Such sounds echoed in the sea of blazing fire, and then similar figures walked out of the sea of fire one after another, stepping on the ground that was burned to gray, and climbed up the stairs that turned into ruins.