Ember’s Gun

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Reverend Lawrence gasped in pain, he opened his eyes, and before he could adjust to the great pain in his mind, the physical torture almost shredded him.

“Plague doctor?”

Scarlet eyes drooped, barely distinguishing the person in front of him.

Plague doctor didn’t say much, he was playing with a silver scalpel in his hand, with a sharp bone blade standing on the 2 side of his elbow. Reverend Lawrence tried to move it, and then a heart-piercing pain came from the joints, and he tried to look away. Moving over, I saw sharp bone spurs piercing his joints, completely blocking the movable space.

“En? It looks like you escaped.”

Plague doctor looked at Reverend Lawrence, the fear that seemed to have come from the gaze of predators disappeared, and it seemed that this [Gap] battle was over.

However, he did not rush to untie Reverend Lawrence, instead he took a shot of the potion and injected it directly.

“This should make you more comfortable.”

As the potion spread, the intense pain became blurred, and there was a moment of loss in his mind, Reverend Lawrence asked.

“Hallucinogen?”

“This seems to be the only one that can relieve pain.”

Seeing Reverend Lawrence gradually calming down, the Plague doctor couldn’t help but relax.

“So what was it just now?”

According to Reverend Lawrence’s previous words, the Plague doctor knew that he could use [Gap] as a springboard to control other people’s bodies and even consciousness. But now Reverend Lawrence has been countered. This one made the Night of Advent’s terrifying character, who can do this to him?

“I don’t know, but I have a rough guess.”

Recalling the familiarity of the woman, the name that was almost forgotten by Reverend Lawrence gradually emerged, but the problem was that she should have died, already dead inside the past history.

“It looks like the plan should be changed.”

He whispered, then stood up laboriously, and took out the piercing bone spurs little by little. The blood gushed out like flood water, mixed with the melted red wax oil.

Reverend Lawrence staggered, almost fell, and then slowly half-kneeled on the ground, slowly sending out a painful roar, like a lion in the year.

Plague doctor watched coldly from the side, he was not eager to help him, he could not die at this level.

Self-healing power far beyond human beings appeared on this body, and the wounds began to heal quickly. Accompanied by the weird squirming of flesh and blood, there were babies crying, but that seemed to be sharp laughter, send cold shivers down one’s spine.

After self-healing wounds, it is fast aging, as if time is accelerating, the aging body quickly withers and turns into a dark azure like a corpse. It seems that something and so on is extracting the life force of Reverend Lawrence, Accelerating his aging.

“You can’t control it anymore.”

Plague doctor said indifferently in the long silence.

But it took a long time for Reverend Lawrence to stand up slowly. The excessive pain made his nerves numb, his expression was a bit dull, and wrinkles were deeply superimposed together, like dead trees.

“I know… just let me be an experimental subject.”

He said bleakly, slowly uncovering his clothes, only to see that the twisted tumor mass had overgrown, just like the second head, but slightly lowered.

It has five human organs, eyes closed, like a sleeping baby, the deformed parts are tender and tender, like a flower blooming on a dead tree.

Reverend Lawrence has begun to find it difficult to control the flesh and blood of this Holy Grail. It grows on its body like a parasite, waiting only for the day when it matures… Just like the relationship between Watson and Lorenzo, it is parasitic in Lorenzo consciousness. Of terrifying things.

He coughed vigorously, and a lot of blood was vomited out. It is hard to imagine that this body within the body still has blood. He is like a dying person.

“I can’t just die like this.”

Reverend Lawrence muttered.

That was Willpower that even Watson would be shocked. It was unimaginable what kind of training or experience he had undergone, in that case, he could cut his consciousness and discard the corroded part in order to escape Watson’s invasion.

But now such a will is trapped in a dying body, and he can’t stop there.

The time of death is approaching, and Reverend Lawrence is welcoming that day.

……

Lorenzo barely opened his eyes, and he gasped.

At the end of the memory, Watson broke out. When his will regained control, he had already left [Gap].

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 still hadn’t noticed what was going on, and then the body beside him fell.

It was the soldier, his consciousness had been completely disintegrated, just like the invaders of the survivors before, the brain was dead, blood pouring from inside his ears and nose, as if the brain was completely destroyed by some unknown force.

what happened?

A familiar sharp pain came in my mind, and then memories that didn’t belong to me began to flash before my eyes.

The long-lasting memory, the memory of Reverend Lawrence, the cut consciousness is being digested by Lorenzo, just like when Horner was killed, from the broken consciousness, the memories of the past are gradually appearing.

The sunset of Florence, the flowing of the Tiber river, the sound of prayer is like a rising tide, almost swallowing everything.

“Lorenzo!”

An anxious voice sounded, Red Eagle ran from the other side with a weapon in his hand, listening to the chaotic footsteps, it seemed that he was not alone.

Lorenzo wanted to say something, but suddenly as if losing all his strength, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Very strange, it was obviously a fight in [Gap], but at this moment he had never been exhausted. Physically and mentally exhausted.

Then he smelled a strong smell of blood, and suddenly raised his head, he found himself beside the beach.

The sky is covered by hazy fog, revealing a blue halo, and the air is slightly cool, and there is an indescribable empty inspiration.

A cold touch spread across his feet, as if it was some kind of liquid. Lorenzo slowly lowered his head and found that it was spreading sea water, but the sea water was thick scarlet.

Looking towards the hazy sea horizon, the scarlet stretched to the end of the field of vision.

The cold from the heart, send cold shivers down one’s spine, is like peeping into a picture of hell.

This is a sea of ​​blood gathering.

But as soon as there is a sound, Lorenzo is pulled back to the real world inside, as if everything just now is just the illusion left by [Gap].

Yahweh helped him and injected a Freud potion into his body, which made Lorenzo sober.

This really made him sober, and it made the scarlet sea engraved in Lorenzo’s mind like a curse.

What’s there.

Although it’s just an illusion, or something else, at the moment of seeing it, Lorenzo believes that it exists, somewhere in this world.

The dusty story reached out to him, looking forward to his arrival.