With the death of the ironclad demons, this long battle seems to have come to an end, most of the demons have been slaughtered in that suffocating battle, only a small number of demons are still gasping in the corner, but with their current numbers, it is difficult to change the tide of the battle.

The Purifier won, a somewhat painful victory.

Percival's armor was completely immobilized, sparks gleaming through the cracks in the steel, and after ensuring safety, the kestrel that had been handed over to command jumped out, picked up a folding knife and vigorously pryed the deformed plate armor.

"Come and help!"

The kestrel's face turned red, but no matter how hard he tried, the steel didn't move.

"Let me do it. ”

A dull voice sounded, and Lancelot stood up again, both he and Percival were at the center of the explosion just now, their emaciated armor covered with sharp metal like steel nails, the scales of the iron armor, which hit him like a galloping bullet in the explosion.

Fortunately, the original sin armor is strong enough, although it does not cover so much armor, but with the part of the demon flesh, it has good malleability, and those metal fragments are embedded in the flesh and blood.

The whole armor felt as if it had been shattered, shattered, and smelled of burning.

The kestrel stepped out of the way, and a crumbling Lancelot picked up his longsword full of gaps and stabbed it into the gap, and the original sin armor slowly exerted its strength and pried the cockpit open with all its might.

"Be careful. ”

Kestrel said as he stood aside, watching all of this.

If Lancelot was not careful, he could have killed Percival with a single sword...... Of course, Percival may have died long ago, and after the explosion, she lost consciousness and the original sin armor no longer reacted.

The driver is unconscious, which is an extremely dangerous signal.

Armor technology originated from the Far East's Jiuxia, in the final analysis, this technology itself is a combination of demons and steel machinery, the demons themselves as an engineering material used in the armor, in order to achieve strong handling, it retains most of the nerve conduction, but the original position of the brain is replaced by the driver.

The human will dominates the demon's body, and similarly, while the driver controls the armor, the demon's power also erodes the driver, and the two affect each other.

When the driver loses consciousness and is severely affected by the erosion, as is well known, the driver will be eroded into a demon, and it is even said that she may combine with the original sin armor and become an even more terrifying demon.

It could be said that they were saving Percival, but it could also be understood that they were trying to eradicate the birth of another demon.

The armor strained hard, and Lancelot's torn armor pried the twisted plate armor open, and the stench of blood and rising heat poured out of it, and the kestrel climbed straight on, and then almost vomited.

The entire armor was completely covered in scarlet flesh, which were like vines, growing wildly on top of the steel, and a vague human form could be seen underneath, and the kestrel resisted the smell and sliced through the weedy flesh with a folding knife, pulling Percival out of it little by little.

At this moment, her state is very bad, the whole person has lost consciousness, her body is also covered with wounds, most of her body has been adhered to the demon flesh and blood in the dragging, the kestrel can only use a folding knife to roughly cut it, I don't know if it is the blood of the demon, or Percival's blood, half of the kestrel is dyed red.

"And breathing!"

Swift briefly examined Percival's injuries, and as a high-ranking knight at the Black Mountain Hospital, her medical knowledge was much better than the others.

"What about erosion?" asked the kestrel anxiously.

"I don't know, now there is no position to check for her at all...... Geiger counter, give me the Geiger counter. ”

At the swift's shout, the robin came over and handed her the Geiger counter.

After this hellish battle, the demons in the lifting area were basically defeated, and at the same time, the burning rain of fire also stopped, maybe it won't be long before reinforcements arrived here, and during this time, Robin and others were on guard.

Swift pressed the Geiger counter against Percival, judging her state by the high-pitched sound.

"What a big win......"

The rain was still pouring down on the land, and under the bunker, Eve looked at the mess and sighed emotionlessly.

After experiencing this, the girl's mind is no longer up and down, and even said that in her own opinion, at the moment when the demon attack was the most fierce just now, she was already dead, and what she has now is a new life snatched from the hands of death.

The tense thoughts finally relaxed, and Eve lost her strength and sat down slowly against the wall, soaked in the dark red water.

She didn't have the strength to think of anything else, and slowly raised her hand, the palm of which was pale, because she had gripped the hilt too hard, and there was a deep red mark on it.

What about Arthur, how many people are still alive, and what next?

Eve tried not to think about it as much as she could, and now she was like an empty shell of extreme exhaustion, and her eyes became a little glazed, until someone stepped on the stagnant water.

"Well done, Eve, much better than I was back then. Blue Jade said to her.

Eve couldn't make any sound, the fight just now seemed to drain all her strength, even now in retrospect, she felt incredible, who would have thought that she could cut so well, it was simply the Valkyrie of Invig.

Unsurprised to see Eve, she helped her to her feet while injecting her with Florent's potion.

As the machine started, the entire large lifting platform slowly rose, and the stagnant water flowed down the edge of the platform, and the corpse and metal fragments were washed away.

People supported each other, looking at the dome overhead, and everyone felt like they were going to be after the catastrophe.

After the baptism of fire and rain just now, it is expected that there are not many demons on the surface that have survived, and even if there are, with the current manpower, they can deal with it, and everything that follows is just like the previous repeated mission, find a safe place, wait for reinforcements to arrive, hunt those demons, and clean up the entire battlefield.

Many people lowered their heads, or their eyes were only fixed in one direction, such as the kestrels, whose gaze was locked in the chaotic and rolling sky, and did not dare to deviate.

There weren't many survivors, and he could count them with a glance, but he didn't see Joey in the scans just now, and the kestrel really wished he had missed it, or maybe the guy had broken away from the team and was trembling somewhere at the moment.

He thought so, but he also knew very well that he had experienced the nightmare of everything that had just happened, and that his own thoughts were so ridiculous in the face of this cruel truth.

Everyone was silent, as the large lifting platform slowly ascended.

Lanloster slowly raised his head, now he was the only original sin armor that could still fight, although the armor was also scarred, but in this case it was better than nothing.

This feeling is really good for Lancelot, who has killed a lot of demons and saved a lot of people, which he can't do in a wheelchair.

His thoughts were suddenly a little heavy, but Lancelot pulled himself together and breathed heavily, like a drowning man, pouring the cold air into his mouth, but even so, the bad feeling kept coming back...... He knew exactly why.

Lancelot had been eroded in his first encounter with Lawrence, his first defeat, and that time, the intensity of the erosion made it impossible for him to continue to safely drive the Original Sin Armor, so that to this day, he wears the forbidden armor again.

The erosion was corrupting his sanity, and blood was pouring out of his wounds as a result of the royal curse.

Lancelot was like a leaky bucket that didn't even have to wait for the erosion to kill him, and he would soon die of blood loss.

Death was coming, but he was not afraid.

Lancelot didn't want to take off his armor, he didn't have much medical ability in this situation, and even if he did, Lancelot didn't want that, he would survive after treatment, he would say goodbye to this glorious title forever, and spend the rest of his life in a delicate stroller......

I was reminded of the appearance of those people, like sarcomas growing on a stroller, deformed and bloated, with a wide open mouth, like a flock of grotesque chicks...... Live like that.

No...... No, no, no......

Lancelot couldn't accept such an ending, he was even afraid of it, he didn't want it, for him to die in his beloved armor, it was the best ending for him.

"Interesting example...... But it looks like you're going to die, what a pity. ”

A dull voice sounded in his ears, and an extreme cold swept through his body, and Lancelot turned his head sharply, and behind the visor, another scarlet eye was now staring at him through the slit.

"Are you...... Lancelot, or did you call Ovis? I remember you, and we are here today, or do we have to thank you?"

The plague doctor put back the half-uncovered mask, leaned on the edge of the armor, and then knocked the iron armor hard.

"Can you hear me? You're dying anyway, so why don't you make a deal?"

Lanloster didn't respond, but twisted his body vigorously, trying to shake the plague doctor out of his armor.

When did he get close to him? Lancelot didn't even notice his coming, the plague doctor was like a ghost.

But then came extreme fear, and Lancelot was negligent, thinking that they had solved all the current threats, but forgetting who had started it all.

Epidemic doctors.

The only thing that is clear is that he is a doctor, a doctor of demons, and he seems to be studying something, and has conducted several forbidden experiments on demons and humans, and it is also because of the products of those evil experiments that he was discovered and hunted by the purifiers.

Everything today is clearly from his hands, and although it is not clear that he managed to control the demons in this way, what is known is that the plague doctor is a far more deadly threat than those demons.

But I ignored him, ignored this guy who had never shot from beginning to end, everyone had not survived, and there was another more terrible enemy on this battlefield.

"Are you listening to me? ”

Lancelot's movements couldn't interfere with the epidemic doctor at all, and the original sin armor itself was relatively large, and now that he was close to him, Lancelot couldn't hurt the epidemic doctor for a while, and the epidemic doctor hung dead near the face armor, and his eyes behind the lenses kept peeking at Lancelot behind the steel.

"And the enemy!"

Lancelot yelled, and the others had already discovered the existence of the plague doctor, but they couldn't help him.

All the ammunition has long been emptied, and most of the weapons used by the survivors are melee folding knives, not to mention what mysterious abilities the plague doctor has, and now he is wrapped around the armor of original sin, and no one else can do anything at all.

"Don't be in a hurry, kid, can we have a good talk?"

The plague doctor grinned, he seemed to have forgotten the purpose of his trip, but was attracted to Lancelot.

"You smell dying...... Something wrong with your blood?"

The plague doctor muttered to himself, and without waiting for Lancelot to make any answer, he struck, and with him Lancelot.

Although the whole person was already struggling on the verge of death, Lancelot still made the most accurate judgment, the large lifting platform still had some distance to fully reach the surface, and he rushed out directly with the epidemic doctor.

Lancelot's vicinity was full of wounded just now, and with the size of the original sin armor, if he let go of the fight, it was very likely that he would hurt others, and the plague doctor was right in front of him, and the plague doctor could continue to demonize others.

To avoid this, Lancelot rushed to the edge of the platform with the Plague Doctor on his shoulder, leaping onto the ground and slamming his fist into the Plague Doctor.

In the face of the heavy punch, the epidemic doctor didn't make any evasive moves for a while, as if he was scared stupid.

In fact, the plague doctor has always considered himself a scientific researcher, a scholar, and a great seeker, and the hellish battlefield just now was nothing more than an experiment for him, and there was never any battle in his eyes, so he would not fight, as a person who pursued the truth, all he did was research.

Steel slammed into the flesh, and the Plague Doctor's body began to twist under Lancelot's punch, the entire spine visibly deformed, and blood spilling from the edge of the mask.

But the plague doctor was not knocked away, his hand still clutched the edge of the armor, and his twisted body tensed again, as if broken bones had been reassembled in an instant.

The blood-stained mask jerked up, and scarlet eyes met Lancelot under the shattered lenses.

"It's so irritable......"

The plague doctor whispered, and the next moment terrifying power surged in his body, in the previous battle, the already cracked visor was shattered with his force, and as the plague doctor continued to exert force, the entire gap continued to grow until half of Lancelot's face was exposed.

"So, what makes you special?"

Countless bumps wriggled under his gray and black clothes, and the plague doctor lifted the mask again, and half of his face was covered in scarlet, slowly wriggling tentacles.

The plague doctor stretched out his hand and reached through the steel into the armor, gently caressing the wound on Lancelot's face, and sororifying the blood containing the royal spell into the mask of the bird's beak.

Lancelot, on the other hand, was completely stunned, and he didn't even resist it.

He had never thought about what the plague doctor was, but at this moment, it seemed that hiding under this heavy clothes was a monster far beyond the unknown, an inhuman existence.

Although he only had a glimpse of the face of the plague doctor, Lancelot was still shocked by the frightened image, until the high epidemic doctor spoke again, breaking the heavy fear.

"Your blood is interesting, a kind of blood I haven't seen before, but it's a pity you're going to die, or I'd like to study you well...... But it's not much worse to have a corpse. ”

He muttered to himself, his voice a little distressed.

The blood containing the king's curse is a power that the plague doctor has never touched, an unknown power.

Perhaps because of the excitement, the whole body is squirming strangely, constantly undulating, for a person like the epidemic doctor, the "unknown" is too tempting, it is a deformed preference, the greedy desire for knowledge.

"However, in the case of experiments, it is better to live ......"

The plague doctor seemed to have something in mind, and his gaze turned to Lancelot behind the tattered visor, and he made an invitation to him.

"You...... Do you want to live?"

"What did you say?"

"If you live, you're going to die, kid, but I have the power to save you, and maybe I can solve your blood problem, after all, this thing really makes me curious. ”

As he spoke, the plague doctor took out a needle, which was tumbling with red blood.

"The blood of the Great Holy Grail, which is much more powerful than the medical treatment of your purifying mechanism, is even the blood that gave birth to the Demon Hunters. ”

Lancelot stopped his attack, looking at the plague doctor with distrust and anger in his eyes.

"Don't you believe it? It's the blood of the Holy Grail, the key to sublimation, the miracle of liquid...... You've seen Lorenzo, the witcher's terrible life force, and I can turn you into one like him...... Witcher?yes, that's right, Witcher.

No matter what kind of illness or wound, it will be healed before this great blood. ”

The Armor of Original Sin moved again, its sharp sword swinging through the rain curtain, forcing the plague doctor back.

Lancelot gasped as wind and rain poured in along the gaps in the visor, and a chaotic torrential rain was visible in his vision.

"No...... This is betrayal. ”

Lancelot knew exactly what the price of accepting the gift would be.

"So what? You're dying, kid, but as long as you inject it, you have hope of survival, and of course it comes at a price. ”

The plague doctor stared at Lancelot, at the dying child, and the devil smiled.

"To live or to die? It's time to make a choice, son. ”