Imam Lawrence gasped in pain, and he opened his eyes, and before he could adjust to the great pain in his mind, the torment nearly tore him apart.

"Epidemic doctor?"

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

The plague doctor didn't say much, playing with the silver-white scalpel in his hand, the sharp bone blade stood on both sides of the elbow, Laureus tried to move, and then there was a heart-rending pain in the joint, and he tried to move his gaze, only to see the sharp bone spur pierce his joint, completely stucking the movable space.

"Huh? Looks like you escaped. ”

The plague doctor looked at Imam Lawrence, and the fear that seemed to come from the predator's gaze was gone, and it seemed that the battle of the [gap] was over.

However, he did not rush to untie Imam Lawrence, but picked up a shot of medicine and injected it directly.

"This should make you feel better. ”

As the potion spread, the intense pain blurred, and his mind lost his mind for a while, and Imam Lawrence asked.

"Hallucinogens?"

"At the moment, this seems to be the only one that can relieve the pain. ”

Looking at Imam Lawrence, who was gradually calming down, the epidemic doctor couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"So what was that just now?"

The terrifying and evil power, according to Patriarch Lawrence's previous words, the plague doctor knew that he could use the [gap] as a springboard to control other people's bodies and even consciousness, but now that Patriarch Lawrence has been countered, who can do such a job to him, this terrible person who single-handedly created the night of Arrival?

"I don't know, but I have a rough guess. ”

Recalling the woman's familiarity, the name that had been almost forgotten by Imam Lawrence gradually emerged, but the problem was that she should be dead, long dead in the past.

"Looks like it's time for a change of plans. ”

He whispered, then struggled to his feet, and little by little pulled out the piercing bone spurs, blood gushing out like a flood tide mixed with the melted red wax oil.

Imam Lawrence staggered, nearly fell, and then slowly half-knelt on the ground, slowly letting out a painful roar, like a lion in the curtain of years.

The epidemic doctor was watching coldly from the sidelines, he was not in a hurry to help him, he couldn't die at this level.

Far beyond the self-healing power of human beings appeared on this body, and the wound began to heal rapidly, accompanied by the strange wriggling of blood, the cry of a baby sounded, but it seemed to be a sharp laughter, which was creepy.

After healing the wound, it was a rapid aging, as if time was speeding up, and the already old body quickly dried up, turning into a corpse-like dark blue, as if something was extracting the life force of Imam Lawrence, accelerating his aging.

"You can't control it. ”

After a long silence, the epidemic doctor said indifferently.

But it was a long time before Imam Lawrence slowly stood up, his nerves numbed by the excessive pain, his face a little sluggish, and the wrinkles were deeply stacked together, like dead trees.

"I know...... Just let me be a test subject. ”

He said a little bleakly, slowly uncovering his clothes, only to see that the twisted lump had overgrown, like a second head, only slightly down.

It had human features, its eyes closed, like a sleeping baby, and its deformed parts were bloody, like flowers blooming on a dead tree.

Imam Lawrence has begun to have difficulty controlling the blood of this Holy Grail, which grows like a parasite on its body, waiting for the day when it will mature...... Like Watson and Lorenzo's relationship, the terrible thing that parasitized Lorenzo's consciousness.

He coughed so hard that a lot of blood was vomited out, and it was hard to imagine that there was blood in this body, and he looked like a dying man.

"I can't just die like this. ”

Imam Lawrence muttered.

It was the willpower that even Watson would have been shocked, and it was hard to imagine what kind of training or experience he had gone through to cut off his consciousness and discard the eroded parts in such a situation, so as to escape Watson's invasion.

But now that this will is trapped in the dying shell, he can't stop there.

That time of death was approaching, and Imam Lawrence welcomed that day with joy.

......

Lorenzo barely opened his eyes, and he gasped.

At the end of the memory, Watson broke out, and when his will regained dominance, he had left the gap.

It was a long war, but it seemed like it happened in an instant.

Seleuc looked at himself in horror as he hid behind the door, and Lorenzo didn't realize what was going on, and then the body next to him collapsed.

It was the soldier, his consciousness had completely collapsed, like the invaders of the remnants of the people before him, brain dead, blood gushing out of his ears and nose, as if the brain had been completely destroyed by some unknown force.

What's going on?

A familiar pain came through my mind, and then memories that didn't belong to me began to flash in front of my eyes.

The memories of the past, the memories of Imam Lawrence, the severed consciousness was being digested by Lorenzo, just as he had done when he killed Horner, and from that shattered consciousness, memories of the past were gradually revealed.

The twilight of the emerald emerald and the flow of the Tiber River, the sound of prayer was like the waves of the rising tide, almost engulfing everything.

"Lorenzo!"

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

Lorenzo tried to say something, but suddenly, as if he had lost all his strength, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

It's strange that it was obviously a fight in the [gap], but at this moment he has never been tired. Exhausted.

Then he smelled the heavy smell of blood and jerked his head up, and he found himself on the side of the beach.

The sky was covered in a hazy mist, revealing a faint blue halo, and the air was slightly cool, with an indescribable ethereal inspiration.

There was an icy touch spreading under his feet, as if it was some kind of liquid, and Lorenzo slowly lowered his head to realize that it was the spreading seawater, but the water was a thick scarlet color.

The gaze looked towards the hazy horizon, the scarlet stretch to the end of the horizon.

The coldness from the heart is creepy, like peeking into a picture of hell.

It's a sea of blood.

But then a voice rang out, pulling Lorenzo back into the real world, as if everything just now was just a residual illusion of the [gap].

Yahweh helped him and injected a Floyd potion into his body, which would sober Lorenzo up.

It did sober him up, and the sea of scarlet was engraved in Lorenzo's mind like a curse.

What's there.

Although it was just a fleeting hallucination, or something else, the moment he saw it, Lorenzo believed that it existed, somewhere in the world.

The dusty story stretched out its hand to him, looking forward to his arrival.