The tide began to roar with the rising wind, crashing against the rocks along the shore before crumbling into white foam and disappearing into the air.

The lonely lighthouse stood above the roaring sea, the turquoise moss crawling all over the scarred stone bricks, and the lights indicated at the highest point burned silently, releasing an eerie green.

The rain poured down after a brief thunderclap, as if a god was weeping over his own oblivion, and the rapid flow of water distorted everything in the world, washing the whole world with a bone-chilling cold.

"The decontamination agency has arrived, and we need to evacuate now. ”

In the silence, someone spoke, and a neutral voice sounded from under the mask of the bird's beak, and the mirror surface of the mask of the plague doctor reflected a faint green light, and there was a sense of wordless grotesqueness.

"They were carrying heavy firepower, and with Lancelot behind them, we had no power to resist. ”

He looked at the creature on the edge of the high platform, and the green light reflected his figure, which seemed to be a priest, dressed in ecclesiastical garments, the edges of which were sewn with silver crosses on the edges of his sleeves.

"You go first, I'll stay here. ”

The man replied calmly, looking down at the earth.

He didn't care what happened next, all the man cared about at the moment was the present, which haunted him.

"Although we managed to trap the train, the Dawn was still chasing us in the sky, and we sacrificed a large part of it to divert Lancelot elsewhere, and only half a minute later. ”

"We can last a long time, right?" he asked suddenly.

"What do you mean, this night?"

The man nodded, he knew very well what could kill a demon, and he knew very well what could make a demon powerful.

"The sunrise has been delayed, and endless clouds and darkness shelter it. ”

The doctor's voice was a little uncertain.

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

The epidemic doctor was a little suspicious, leaving the man alone here would only end up dying.

"Yes, now that Nightmare Illusion has taken control of that train, we have the upper hand, and according to our intelligence, isn't there another witcher there?"

There was a bit of nostalgia in the man's eyes, looking at the wound on his arm, with the surge of secret blood, his eyes also rose with blazing white fireworks.

"It must be the Witcher, only the Witcher's vision can reach so deep into the [gap], so I can see him, and he can see me. ”

Like a happy child, his words are full of madness and joy.

"Plague doctor, after all these years, I finally met another demon hunter, and I am really full of doubts and joy. ”

With the witcher's words, the blazing white fireworks burned.

For six years or so, the man had thought he was the only witcher, but now that another one had appeared in this barren world, it was a strange and indescribable feeling.

"Then I'm starting to prepare to transfer the Sacred Coffin. ”

The doctor didn't say anything more, although he hadn't worked together for a long time, he knew very well what kind of man he was, and the action turned directly to the formal process, and tonight the sacred coffin must be separated from Invig.

"Go ahead, speed up, don't worry about casualties, anyway, the only ones who can leave are you and the Divine Coffin, right?"

The witcher said it very calmly, just like Sabo when he was in the dungeon, he was also a doomed death, a martyr who gave his life for some great cause.

"Help me relay to my mentor that I look forward to seeing him in the new era. ”

The plague doctor didn't say anything more, nodded and turned to leave.

The witcher fell silent as he looked at the world beneath the lighthouse, all shrouded in the green light.

The world is changing in the sound of rain.

The pollution of demons can be a medium of transmission through many things, even light, and the earth that can be touched by the eye is no longer hard, they are as soft as flesh and blood, and the deformed and growing huge tentacles extend from the base of the lighthouse, and they cross the long distance to completely cover the former town.

It was a living land, and people were in this flesh and blood, shrouded in the green light, and seemed to be asleep, with dreamy smiles on their faces.

Such a look appeared on the faces of everyone in the land, who was immersed in the same beautiful dream, and all this was still spreading like a virus with various media.

The tentacles were wrapped around the railroad tracks, and a train called the Radiance was speeding over them, like prey about to leap into a trap.

The plague doctor slowly descended the spiral staircase, and the entire interior of the lighthouse should have been transformed into a cultivation bag of flesh and blood, in which various scarlet organs hung from it, and at the bottom, an old man was lying in the center of the flesh, with peace and happiness on his face.

He only glanced at it, and then strode away, the epidemic doctor had already obtained the experimental data he needed during this time here, and there was no point in looking at more.

As his vision went, he looked beyond the lighthouse, and under the rain were thin figures washed away, shivering in the cold wind, the cold air almost suffocating them, but no one stopped, they held the steel on their shoulders, and moved forward like ascetics.

At first there were hundreds, but now there were only sixteen left, and like consumables, if someone fell, those behind would take his place and continue to lift the heavy sacredness.

The gray robes clung to the body, leaving a terrible bright red on them, and more blood poured out of the ascetic's features, and they were crumbling, but they were resolute enough to die against the iron coffin.

There seemed to be a whisper in the darkness, which was slowly fermenting ominous, with whispers and prayers, thousands of them gathered together, and thus became a holy eulogy.

The ascetics were singing, singing of that great age.

More blood poured out of their features, as if squeezed by some invisible force, and their bodies began to quickly dry up and dry up, and before they could make a whimpering sound, their bodies washed away by the rain like broken ashes.

So the next man put his hand on the vacant spot, and he prayed.

"Everyone, please hurry up. ”

The plague doctor said this, in fact, he did not know whether these ascetics had heard his words, they were like a group of persistent turtles, no matter what the danger was in the direction of the ocean.

All he could do was follow them and watch them go to the tide, but at one moment, as if a ghost had sent a god, the doctor's gaze unconsciously fell on the sacred held up by the ascetics.

From the beginning to the end, the epidemic doctor tried his best to avoid looking directly at that thing, but at this moment, it seemed that some kind of existence had finally found this opportunity, so he took advantage of the void.

[Look at me......]

【What do you crave?】

[Is it knowledge, or eternal life......]

For a moment, the murmuring words filled the doctor's mind, his vision was confused, cold sweat overflowed from his bones, his heart rate rose rapidly, and at the moment of collapse, a holy prayer sounded in the bottom of his heart.

The sound was as grand as the ringing of a bell, rising and screaming.

The plague doctor reluctantly stood up, and in front of him the ascetics still looked in the direction of the tide, but they stopped as if waiting for him, and realized that the plague doctor was out of danger, and they still whispered the holy word and faltered.

So I went forward and stepped into the tide.

The tide went past their waists, over their necks, and at last even the doctors began to think it was an act of death, when a wooden boat broke through the waves.

Fate is doomed.

The sea had already reached their heads, but the arms still grabbed the wooden boat, and then sent the heavy sacredness onto the wooden boat, the waves crashed against the plague doctor, and the heavy clothes became his restraints at this moment, no matter how hard he tried, the wooden boat of hope still had a distance from him.

But in this moment of desperation, countless hands seized him, and the ascetics lifted him to the wooden boat with them, and the night sky was lightning and thundering, and the plague doctor could only see the holy faces under the dark blue water, and they seemed to be smiling, pushing the wooden boat one last time, and sending it away from the shore.

The ascetics died, they sank under the icy tide, and with the last of their strength they sent the wooden boat away, and the plague doctor turned his back to the sacred, breathing heavily, and his face hideous.

He didn't believe in any gods, but at this moment, everything was so coincidental that one had to believe that some being was secretly manipulating all this.

The wooden ship had no sails, and it was even said that there was only enough space for the plague doctor and the object called the sacred coffin, and the waves propelled them towards the destined place.