The whole world was like a chaotic nightmare, as if the sea had been dumped on the sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder baptizing everyone on the earth.

Lancelot in the armor of original sin raised his head slightly, and the thunder reflected the figure of the plague doctor into a pitch-black silhouette, but the blood of the Holy Grail in his hand released a seductive blood red, like a flowing ruby.

"Have you figured it out? ”

The epidemic doctor asked again, he didn't seem to be in a hurry, he looked calm.

At this moment, Lancelot was extremely tempting to him, and he couldn't wait to study the secrets of his body, and if he could, he would soak the dead Lancelot in formalin and become one of his precious specimens.

Lancelot was silent, and for a moment his angry thoughts froze in front of the "miracle" given by the plague doctor.

He knows very well that even if he survives, he will still become an experiment, and in order to save the royal family, break the royal curse, and sacrifice the rest of his ridiculous life.

Even so, Lancelot had little hope for all this, he didn't even think that this vicious curse would be so easily shaken off, as a member of the royal family, he knew a lot of things that Arthur didn't know, like the study of royal curses.

From the mouths of those old fellows, he had heard that this was not the first time that the study of the royal spell had been carried out, and every Queen Victoria had tried, but after all these years, the royal curse still existed, and their corpses were piled up into a small mountain.

This is a path with little hope.

So believe in the plague doctor, this enemy, the evil monster, is the culprit of all this sorrow.

Maybe...... Hopeful?

Demons are the source of all strange and evil in this world, but in the same way, human beings have also obtained miraculous powers unimaginable from these abominable creatures.

Original Sin Armor, Secret Blood, Alchemy...... These "miracles" beyond mortals are intimately connected to this deepest darkness.

Possible...... Maybe the king spell also originated from demons?

As if a terrifying crash sounded in his head, Lanroster felt himself vaguely peeking into something.

Yes, everything in this world is very reasonable, except for the demons, they seem to appear out of thin air, abruptly joining the evil in this world, and all the supernatural powers seem to be related to them.

In this case, do you want to accept the blood of this mysterious Holy Grail? Lancelot saw the brief experiment with his own eyes, Abigail injected his own blood and Lorenzo's blood into the body of the mouse, and the royal curse was easily covered, and with the blessing of the secret blood, the mouse had an almost strange vitality.

This thing can indeed cure the king's curse, and the only thing to think about is whether he can keep his sanity under the erosion of secret blood.

Evil voices kept recalling in his head, and for a moment his mind was completely occupied by all this, until the cold rain flowed through his face.

Feeling the bone-chilling cold, Lancelot's heart trembled, he suddenly realized that he was terrible, he actually hesitated in front of this question, what he should do was to directly lift the long sword and kill the plague doctor, but not consider the "miracle" he gave here.

But...... But......

What to do? Lanloster, die like this for your honor, or plunge into darkness for the freedom you have been seeking?

In a trance, Lanroster saw the green field, the boy ran freely and without worries, he didn't have to worry about the pressure of his body, he didn't have to worry about bleeding after falling, he was not bound by any curse, just like an ordinary person, he could imprint his footprints in every corner of the world.

That's a good wish, but is it too expensive to sacrifice one's soul for that wish?

Under this rain curtain, everything fell into a long silence, and the silence seemed to freeze into eternity.

"You really ...... Are you willing to give everything you have for all this?"

Suddenly, the plague doctor asked, his gaze behind the lenses looking at Lancelot, as if he knew why Lancelot was sad.

"After all, what can you do for this world with your death? You must know that over the years, the number of people who have died fighting against demons has been enough to fill the valley, even if there is one less you, or one more you, what can this change?"

He lifted the whole armor, exposing Lancelot to his eyes, and he looked at the child's face, his somewhat dull pupils full of doubt and confusion.

"This is the torrent of the times, individuals are like fragile young grass under the torrent of this era, they will only be ruthlessly rolled up, and those torrents rush towards the trough together, you can't change all this, there is nothing you can do, in this case, why not be selfish?"

"Be selfish ......"

"Yes, be selfish, you're so young, you've been working for the purification agency for so long...... Anyway, are they child labor?"

The plague doctor laughed, and there was a twisted weirdness in his laughter.

"Think about Lancelot, there is so much beauty in this world that you have never seen before, power, wealth, the New World...... Even when it comes to an unforgettable relationship, there's a lot of things in the world that are worth being selfish, aren't they?"

Lancelot's eyes widened, and the pupils were covered with fine bloodshots, and I don't know if it was sweat or rain, they streaked across his eyes, and his vision was blurred.

Severe blood loss and erosion interfered with his judgment, and his once firm will began to weaken, and as the plague doctor narrated, more and more images appeared before his eyes.

Since then, Lancelot's world has only been left with a wheelchair, he is imprisoned in that ridiculous chair, he needs to be accompanied by someone to do anything, and although he is a knight and bears the surname Victoria, he has too little to do, as the plague doctor said.

Imprisoned because of the king's curse, he has never been to the distant land of his dreams, nor has he ever seen the beauty that people tell about, let alone any unforgettable love affairs.

Yes, the epidemic doctor is right, the world is too cruel to itself, why not choose an easy path? As long as you accept this forbidden miracle, you can survive, you can get rid of that damn wheelchair like ordinary people......

I really want to ...... I really want to be on another continent and see things I've never seen before......

Lanroster looked up at the plague doctor, as long as he said that, as long as he prayed to the devil for a miracle.

"Ovis!"

Someone was shouting his name, and the sharp lancet smashed in front of the plague doctor through the rain curtain, and Eve had already tried her best to aim at the head of the plague doctor, but because of the interference of the strong wind, it was still a lot off.

The large lifting platform had reached the surface, and the survivors were here, looking at them, Lanlost's heart suddenly twitched, and his consciousness was a little more sober.

"Nope. ”

He roared and tried to move, but only then did he realize his misery, Lancelot had no strength to drive the original sin armor, his face was pale, and the Geiger counter had already turned red, and he let out a high-pitched scream.

"Oh, I thought you'd accept it all?"

The plague doctor said with interest, and he lowered his body, his pale face reflected in the lenses.

It's really interesting, just like the human observation experiment, so far it's not just about the study of the king's spell, the plague doctor wants to know if the human will is reliable, and whether the arrogant knight will bow his head in the face of life.

"Or are you unwilling to accept it in front of them? It's easy to solve, I can help you kill them all, so no one knows that Lancelot has betrayed the Purifier. ”

The plague doctor seemed to see Lancelot's thoughts, and as he spoke, he moved, picked up the crooked lancet, and cut his wrist directly.

The scarlet blood slid down the original sin armor and melted into the water-soaked ground, the blood seemed to have magical power, and the sweet taste attracted the demons, and the roar of the demons sounded again in the rain curtain that had finally calmed down.

"No, no, no!"

Lancelot was hysterical, his eyes bloodshot, he tried to stop this, but at this moment the most trustworthy armor of his kind stopped moving, the steam engine had stopped at some point, sharp scales pierced into it along the gap, and the crazy demon flesh had wrapped around the core.

Not knowing whether it was tears or rain, Lanroster felt the icy liquid run across his cheeks, and the angry roar finally turned into a low wail.

He hammered feebly until he pulled the valve, and the whole armor cracked a crack, and hot white gas gushed out of it, and then as if he was dead, the tall armor fell, spitting out Lancelot, and he was covered in blood and flesh, like chains, connecting him to the armor.

A dark shadow enveloped him, the plague doctor watched him from above, and the mighty knight finally became such a ridiculous appearance, everything he insisted on was crumpled into powder and scattered to the ground.

The plague doctor placed the syringe containing the blood of the Holy Grail in a pool of water in front of him, leaving him to make his final decision, while the remnants of the demons approached, and although there were only a few of them, it was also a great stress for the exhausted survivors.

......

"Ovis ......"

Eve looked at the fallen armor, she couldn't hear what they were saying due to the sound of the wind and rain, but judging by the situation in front of her, Ovis had lost her combat effectiveness.

"So is Lanloster's name Ovis? or a child?"

The kestrel shouted uncontrollably, swinging its folding knife to slash the approaching demon over.

Now the kestrel feels very good, like an overloaded machine, full of power, but on the verge of collapse.

"It's incredible......"

The kestrel sighed, and the backhand knife severed the arm of another demon.

Eve looked at the kestrel on the side with some confusion, just under the dome, this guy didn't burst out with such combat power, but now it's like some strange awakening, full of firepower.

"So you were just preserving your strength?"

This obviously not very reliable guy is actually preserving his strength? Eve wasn't convinced.

"To be precise, it's a surging desire to survive!"

The kestrel screamed.

"The situation was so bad just now, I felt that if I died, I would die, and I couldn't change the situation anyway, but who would have thought that I would survive? I finally crawled out of hell! I finally got a life! As a result, another demon came out!"

Kestrel tried to get close to Lancelot as he slashed as he shouted loudly.

"So I found that I am still very afraid of death! I have seen the flowers and flowers of this world, even for those messy flowers, I have to live!"

The folding knife slashed wildly, the kestrel was fierce like a god of war for a while, Eve didn't know how to describe this guy, there were no lofty ideals, and what supported him until now was just some nonsense reasons.

"So hold on! Lancelot! The Commander is coming to save you!"

The kestrel said and headed in the direction of Lancelot, and the survivors behind him were protected by robins and others, although everyone was tired, but it was still possible to survive temporarily under the attack of the demons.

He had already planned the next scene, first cutting down the strange plague doctor, and then saving Lancelot, as for what to do next, Kestrel hadn't thought about it yet.

Of course, Kestrel is also a mortal, an ordinary person, and he is still very afraid of death, but he is now the commander appointed by Arthur.

So sometimes things like job titles can really give people a lot of motivation, but it's more about the kestrels' requirements for themselves.

Lancelot, a child who has worked so hard to survive for everyone, how can he let death come!

Another demon was cut down, and the kestrel stopped, his hands were gradually touched in the low temperature and fighting, and he tore off his clothes belt, and wrapped his hands and folding knife together.

"Is he trying to save you?"

The plague doctor looked at the kestrel that was trying to get close to it, and the mortal figure was so small in the rainstorm.

"It's just stupid. ”

Lancelot whispered, and the plague doctor looked at him, only to see him kneeling in the stagnant water, picking up the blood of the Holy Grail in both hands.

Under the mask of the bird's beak, perhaps because of excitement, the face had been distorted into a ball.

"That's a nice human observation, he wants to save you, but he doesn't know you're about to betray them all. ”

The plague doctor let out a twisted smile, and to be honest, the feeling of dragging people into despair was really good, like some kind of bad taste that was fun.

Lancelot was silent, and replied with action, he wiped his arm, and without the slightest hesitation, like a cold machine, plunged the needle under his skin.

The plague doctor was so satisfied that he had once again proved his point that the so-called human beings were nothing more than creatures full of inferior nature, and that even the noblest people would make the most despicable decisions when their anger had dissipated and the cruel state of affairs had come to light.

His eyes turned to the kestrels, his hands wrapped around his coat belts, and he was tied to the folding knife in his hands, and he was already out of breath, but he still looked like a demon.

It's time for the plague doctor to end the battle here as he walks towards the kestrels, and although it is unclear where Lorenzo Medici has fled, the operation has been rewarding for the plague doctor.

The distance between the two narrowed, and the kestrel ran as hard as it could, charging towards the dead ground.

The angrier he became, the happier the plague doctor became, and he wondered what Kestrel would look like when he saw Lancelot, whom he wanted to save, standing on the opposite side.

Thinking like this, another running sound sounded under the rain curtain, as if he hadn't run so hard for too long, and his steps stumbled.

The pale palm gripped the plague doctor's mask from behind, and then the lancet stabbed into the doctor's throat.

"Well done! Lancelot!"

The kestrel roared, and stabbed the plague doctor in the chest with two knives, and then like a mad butcher, he slashed with two knives in a row, stirring up blood and flesh.

Full of momentum, it overwhelmed the evil epidemic doctor a few points in an instant, but they were still mortals after all, the monster-like power rose, and the epidemic doctor directly stretched out his hand and grabbed the falling folding knife, no matter how hard the kestrel tried, it was like cutting into the iron, and the folding knife did not move at all.

Then the kestrel was directly grabbed by the epidemic doctor, and flew out, he rolled on the ground several times, fell into the stagnant water, and no longer spoke, and around him, blood-thirsty demons looked at him.

"So you're trying to prove something, Lancelot, and who are you going to prove it to?"

The plague doctor turned to Lanloster, who had little hand-to-hand combat ability with the royal charm, and the sneak attack just now was all he could do.

Removing the lancet that had been stabbed in his throat, the plague doctor slammed Lanroster to the ground, and with no more blood to vomit, he curled up and retched.

The terrifying wound was healing rapidly, and at the same time, the body of the plague doctor was also slightly twisted, as if something strange was slowly squirming under this clothes.

"Are you angry? Doctor of the Plague, you are on top of us and treat us like ridiculous guinea pigs, but the guinea pig doesn't do what you think, but bites you back. ”

Lanloster's voice was weak, and he tried to let out that hearty laugh after victory, but he had no strength.

"I know that those guys in the Perpetual Motion Pump are, rather than scolding them, the experiment doesn't go the way he expected it to make them angry, and you do the same, right?"

The plague doctor did not speak, he lifted Lanloster's head and lifted him up in the air, the boy's eyes were already glazed, and he was about to fall into a deep sleep, but the lancet then cut his eyelids, and he had to look ahead.

It was the kestrel, and he was lying in a ridiculous gesture in the stagnant water, surrounded by approaching demons.

There was no need for any conversation between the two of them at this moment, the plague doctor wanted to defeat Lancelot completely, and let him see the kestrel being eaten by the demons, as they often said, being eaten everywhere, and the internal organs and bones were shattered.

But then Lancelot laughed, no one knew what he was thinking, not even a description of the hell, he clenched his fist one last time, and the broken glass pierced into his palm, and scarlet blood dripped at the same time.

"I'm ...... Lancelot. ”

He whispered.

The plague doctor smelled it, and all the demons smelled it, the fiery blood, the boiling blood, the blood that contained miracles.

The demons that were trying to attack the survivors and preparing to nibble on the kestrel stopped, and then the abominable heads looked in the direction of the plague doctor.

Blood of the Holy Grail.

Suppressed by their instinctive commotions of extreme desire, the demons came towards Lancelot like wolves, just to lick the liquid miracle.

The situation was reversed in an instant, and the plague doctor was surrounded by a heavy number of demons, wielding fangs and claws, like a wave of death, but this was not enough to kill the powerful plague doctor, not even to force him back.

Thus, a fiery trail burst out and burned from the end of the rain curtain, as if the mythical dragon had appeared, pouring out the dragon's breath of wrath towards sin.

The light of the fire illuminated Lancelot's face and the darkness of his heart, and he finally betrayed, but not his position as a human being, he betrayed his desires, and completely erased what he had always longed for.

For some reason, at this time he suddenly remembered Merlin, the alchemist who had taken care of him for a long time, and told him a lot about his life insights, such as what the cliff of sanity was.

At the time, he had just thought that these words were the neurotic remarks peculiar to alchemists, but now Lanloster more or less understood.

Longing for freedom, Lanroster stood on the precipice of sanity, and he leaped into it.

......

The scorching fire evaporated the icy rain in an instant, and the heat wave was suffocating, and the plague doctors were completely covered by this column of fire, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and the hideous figure gradually appeared under the heavy rain, and his broken figure was reflected in the stagnant water.

The sound of the man's steady breathing could be heard in the channel, and he dropped the half-melted armor and pulled a new one from the weapon rack behind him, while in his other hand dragged a huge demon in front of him, like some oddly shaped shield.

The rain hit the iron armor on the corpse, which was also a demon alienated by the Medanzo witcher, but at this moment it was dead, its entire abdomen melted by the heat, its internal organs completely charred, and only a little flesh that had not yet died, still slowly squirming.

"Epidemic doctors. ”

Gawain's voice was emotionless, rising heat spilling through the cracks in the steel, and behind him, more equally hideous figures appeared under the rain curtain.

The line of defense against the demons has never been defeated, on the contrary, Gawain has wiped out all the demons in the mild area, even if the enemy has this tricky thing covered in iron armor.

All this was not a problem for Gawain, he directly pushed the armor fire gun into the wound of the demon, let it gnaw at his body, and if he could not kill with one shot, he fired the second and third shots, until the blazing heat completely burned the demon's internal organs, and he lifted the demon's corpse, using the iron armor as a strong shield, fighting in the tide of demons.

The heavy rain washed away the blood-stained armor, and the silent Gawain continued on his way.

In the endless fire, the figure of the plague doctor also appeared, the deadly temperature did not kill him, but it did scorch his clothes a lot, and there were holes in many places, and strange flesh and blood were slowly wriggling underneath.

The Original Sin Armor began to advance, and although it was broken, they were still capable of fighting.

The iron sword tore through all obstacles, slicing the undead demons together, and in the blood flying, the figure of the plague doctor crashed backwards, and he tried to stand up, but half of his body was torn open by the blow, and the twisted internal organs and deformed bones were completely exposed.

"It's endless......"

The plague doctor looked at the figures, and finally couldn't help but laugh.

Humans are such a strange species that the plague doctors think they have studied well enough, but they always bring interesting surprises.

It's such a cowardly body and will, but he always pretends to be a ghost.

The flesh began to multiply, and even such a heavy blow still failed to kill the plague doctor, but again, the plague doctor ended here, and the wall-like armor of original sin protected the survivors, and continued to fight, only waiting for more reinforcements.

The plague doctor left without looking back, not caring about the falling attacks, there were incendiary projectiles that pierced his chest, and sharp shards cut into his body, but none of them could kill him, and finally Gawain raised his hand and stopped the attack.

As a knight who has been chasing the plague doctor for a long time, he can feel that the plague doctor is not giving up, he just feels that it is not interesting, just like he dealt with the incident caused by the plague doctor before, he can obviously set off a larger scale of disasters, but when he realizes that the research cannot go further, he will give up.

But more importantly, no one knows what kind of power the epidemic doctor still has, after all, this near-immortal body is enough to be terrifying at the moment.

"Is he Lancelot?"

The original sin armor turned, and in the corpse on the ground, Gawain saw the emaciated figure.

He was also a little surprised, he never thought that there would be such a person under the armor, and he also regretted that he didn't expect the first meeting to end in this way.

In the scarlet water, Lancelot lay on the green grass, looking out at the cloudless clear sky.

The sky is high and the clouds are wide, and the wind is like a song.