Embers of Embers

Chapter 175 Scarlet Sea
Dean Lawrence gasped in pain, he opened his eyes, and before he could get used to the enormous pain in his mind, the physical torture almost tore him apart.
"Plague doctor?"
The scarlet eyes were lowered, and he could barely make out the person in front of him.
The epidemic doctor didn't say much. He was playing with a silver scalpel in his hand, and the sharp bone blades stood on both sides of his elbows. Dean Lawrence tried to move, and then there was a heartbreaking pain in the joints. He tried hard to move it. Looking away, I saw sharp bone spurs piercing his joints, completely blocking the movable space.
"Huh? Looks like you escaped."
The epidemic doctor looked at Dean Lawrence, and the fear that seemed to come from the gaze of a predator disappeared, and it seemed that this [gap] battle was over.
However, he was not in a hurry to untie the restraints for Dean Lawrence. Instead, he picked up a shot of medicine and injected it directly.
"This should make you more comfortable."
As the potion spread, the severe pain became blurred, and his mind went blank. Dean Lawrence asked.
"Hallucinogens?"
"This is the only thing that seems to be able to relieve pain at the moment."
Looking at Dean Lawrence who gradually calmed down, the epidemic doctor couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"So what was that just now?"
That terrifying and evil power, according to the previous words of Dean Lawrence, the epidemic doctor knows that he can use the [gap] as a springboard to control other people's bodies and even consciousness. But now, Dean Lawrence has been countered. This person was created by that hand. Who could do such a great thing to this terrible person on the night of Holy Advent?
"I don't know, but I have a rough guess."
Recalling the familiarity of that woman, the name that was almost forgotten by Dean Lawrence gradually emerged, but the problem was that she should be dead, already dead in the past history.
"Looks like the plans need to change."
He whispered, then stood up with great effort, and took out the bone spur that penetrated bit by bit. The blood gushes out like a flood, mixing with the melted red wax oil.
Dean Lawrence staggered, nearly fell, and then slowly half-kneeled on the ground, slowly let out a painful roar, like a lion at the end of the year.
The epidemic doctor watched coldly from the side. He was not in a hurry to help him. He would not die at this level.
A self-healing power far beyond that of human beings appeared on this body, and the wounds began to heal rapidly. Along with the strange squirming of flesh and blood, a baby's cry sounded, but it seemed to be a sharp laughter, which was creepy.
After the self-healing wound, he aged rapidly, as if time was accelerating. The already old body quickly dried up and turned into a corpse-like dark blue color. It seemed that something was sucking out the vitality of Dean Lawrence, accelerating. with his aging.
"You can't help it anymore."
During the long silence, the epidemic doctor said with some indifference.
But after a long time, Dean Lawrence slowly stood up. The excessive pain made his nerves numb, his expression was a little dull, and the wrinkles were deeply stacked together, like dead trees.
"I know... just let me be the experimental subject."
He said in a bleak way, and slowly opened his clothes, only to see that the twisted tumor had overgrown, like a second head, only slightly lower.
It has human facial features, eyes closed, like a sleeping baby, and the deformed parts are tender and tender, like flowers blooming on a dead tree.
Dean Lawrence has begun to have difficulty controlling the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail. It grows on his body like a parasite, just waiting for the day it matures... Just like the relationship between Watson and Lorenzo, the parasite on his body Something terrible in Lorenzo's consciousness.
He coughed vigorously, and a large amount of blood was vomited out. It was hard to imagine that there was still blood in this body, he was like a dying person.
"I can't just die like this."
murmured Dean Lawrence.
That is a willpower that even Watson would be shocked by. It is hard to imagine what kind of training or experience he has gone through to be able to cut off his consciousness and abandon the eroded parts in that situation to escape from Watson. of invasion.
But now that such a will is trapped in a dying body, he can't stop just yet.
The time of death was approaching, and Dean Lawrence welcomed that day with joy.
……
Lorenzo managed to open his eyes, breathing heavily.
At the end of the memory, Watson broke out of his body, and he had already left the [gap] when his will regained the dominance.
It was a long war, but it seemed to happen in an instant.
Seleu hid behind the door and looked at him in horror. Lorenzo was still unaware of what was going on, and then the body next to him fell down.
It was that soldier. His consciousness had completely collapsed. Just like the previous invaders from the remnants, he was brain dead. Blood gushes out of his ears and nose, as if his brain had been completely destroyed by some unknown force.
what happened?
There was a familiar sharp pain in his mind, and then memories that did not belong to him began to flash before his eyes.
The long-standing memory, the memory of Dean Lawrence, the cut consciousness is being digested by Lorenzo, just like when he killed Horner, from the broken consciousness, the past memories are gradually emerging.
The emerald sunset, the flow of the Tiber River, and the voice of prayer were like rising waves, almost swallowing up everything.
"Lorenzo!"
An anxious voice sounded, and Kestrel ran from the other side with weapons in hand. Listening to the chaotic footsteps, it seemed that he was not the only one.
Lorenzo wanted to say something, but suddenly he seemed to have lost all his strength. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.
It was strange. The fight was obviously taking place in the [gap], but at this moment he had never felt tired before.Exhausted physically and mentally.
Then he smelled a strong smell of blood, raised his head suddenly, and found himself beside the beach.
The sky was covered with hazy mist, giving off a faint blue halo. The air was slightly cool and had an indescribable ethereal feel.
There was a cold feeling spreading under his feet, which seemed to be some kind of liquid. Lorenzo slowly lowered his head and found that it was the spreading sea water, but the sea water was a thick scarlet color.
Looking towards the hazy horizon, this scarlet stretch extends to the end of the field of vision.
The coldness from the heart is creepy, like peeping into the picture scroll of hell.
This is a sea of ​​blood.
But then there was a sound, pulling Lorenzo back into the real world, as if everything just now was just an illusion left by the [Gap].
Yawei supported him and injected a Florund potion into his body, which could make Lorenzo wake up.
This really woke him up, and it also made the scarlet sea engraved in Lorenzo's mind like a curse.
What's there.
Although it was just a sudden hallucination or something else, the moment he saw it, Lorenzo believed that it existed and existed somewhere in this world.
The dusty story reached out to him, looking forward to his arrival.
(End of this chapter)