The temperature in the cabin was so low that it was as if winter was hiding in it, a thin layer of frost covered every corner, and the liquid in the container froze slightly.

Under the mirror of the plague doctor's mask, his eyes were wild, heavy breathing came from the filter, and a faint white mist rose from under the bird's beak.

His body began to tremble, as if he was overly excited, and many strange bulges surged under his robe, and it seemed that he could no longer support the human form.

The pupils hidden under the mask stared at him, and there was a faint blue light lit up, covered with a cold tone of everything, and his voice was almost distorted.

"So...... Is there really any such thing as an angel?"

He looked back at Imam Lawrence, his body trembling with excitement.

"No, to be precise, the word 'angel' is a word that was created to make us understand its form, and we don't know what it is, angel or demon. ”

Imam Lawrence spoke slowly, smiling as he looked ahead, the most perfect work in the history of mankind.

It was a pale corpse, a corpse that had been dead for an unknown amount of time, like the victims recorded in the Gospels, with its hands outstretched and crucified.

The power of the ancient shock was clearly inside the steamship, surrounded by the port of Rendona, but the epidemic doctor heard a shallow chant ringing in his ears, as if there was an invisible orchestra singing in mourning, mourning the dead existence.

The barrier of time and space was broken, and the divine being descended into the present world through the time of history, showing the great achievements of the past to mortals.

Then the white gas slowly overflowed from its bottom, spreading through the surrounding sea of candles, making the sea of fire dàng) ripple, it enveloped the plague doctor, and a thousand invisible hands grasped it, revealing the miracle of the kingdom of heaven.

It was an indescribable scene, like some mysterious ritual, with a sacred tinge, but the sane machinery was dead to the pale corpse, the circulating cold gas cooled it, the dry skin was severely dehydrated, and the nail of holy silver was nailed to every joint on the corpse, as if to suppress the soul that longed to return.

Past and modernity, sacred religion and technological machinery are intertwined.

The plague doctor walked heavily, stepping on the melted and solidified wax, and finally stood before the cross, where he carefully examined the pale corpse.

The hair has all fallen out, its eyes are closed, and its face is indistinguishable from it, handsome but bewitching, and it is smooth when it looks down, and there is no first sign.

It's not human, it's just some kind of creature that resembles a human......

In fact, the plague doctor knew it at first glance, of course he knew that the corpse in front of him was not a human corpse, it was a sacred existence, a sacred remain...... It's just that I still can't believe it.

Believe they really exist.

He groaned.

"Angel ......"

So the eyes rose again to look at the sides of the corpse, which were new branches growing along the back, completely different from the physiology of humans, like deformed growing lumps, but the plague doctor knew what it was.

It was a jagged pair of wings, spreading with all its might, and countless nails of holy silver nailed it to its kimmire, like a specimen.

At this moment, he was not aware of his abnormality, because observing this unspeakable existence, the eyeballs under the mask were already bloodshot, and as the plague doctor saw more, the invisible pressure was destroying his body more and more rapidly.

That's taboo information, that unobservable image, just looking directly at it will bear the pressure of erosion.

But the epidemic doctor didn't feel it, and the perception of nerves began to be paralyzed, and the blood was twisted and torn.

Above it, an extremely cold gas slowly fell, glowing with a faint blue light, and as it spread over the pale corpse, countless small inscriptions on the corpse lit up slightly, but immediately dimmed.

The low temperature of the iron from top to bottom, forming a strange cycle, a lost alchemy matrix, constantly calming the blood that had been revived from hibernation, making it sleep forever.

"It's beautiful......"

The plague doctor looked at the pale cheeks, as if it was not dead, but sleeping, and the appearance in it was constantly distorted in his eyes, and finally turned into a stunning makeup, which made the plague doctor's heart beat faster.

Stretched out her hand and gently stroked the peerless face, she seemed to be just sleeping, the epidemic doctor's movements were very gentle, not wanting to disturb her sleep, and at the moment of contact, the epidemic doctor saw it.

The frozen blood flowed again, the parched skin became fresh, the ice-sculpted body softened, and the life returned to the dead corpse in an instant, followed by pure white feathers falling.

The closed eyes opened slightly, and the white light that burned in the laziness surged from them, as if burning fiercely.

For a moment, the epidemic doctor couldn't feel anything.

The brief loss of consciousness was followed by intense pain, first the fingers that came into contact with him, under the effect of the alchemy matrix, the extreme cold froze the fingers of the plague doctor, then the palm and the entire arm, and the white frost covered half of him in an instant.

The scorching high-intensity light poured directly into the mask of the plague doctor, the heavy lenses shattered, the eyeballs melted and exploded in an instant, and strange black gas poured out from under the mask.

The plague doctor let out a painful wail, this heart-rending pain saved it from the strange illusion, and with the only strength he had, he retreated, and then fell to the ground, his arm that had been completely frozen hit the ground with a crisp sound, and then like glass, the pieces shattered, and the broken gap could clearly see the cross-section of blood and white bones.

Obviously she had lost her sight, but the doctor could still see it, and the angel broke free with a brilliant light, and she lowered her head as if she wanted to kiss herself.

"Lawrence!"

The plague doctor roared.

Imam Lawrence walked over slowly, and instead of making direct contact with the plague doctor, he drew his nail sword and stuck it in the doctor's thigh, thus dragging him far away.

"You're alright. ”

He asked casually, but his eyes looked at the center of the gas, the body of the angel was still crucified, and everything the plague doctor saw was an illusion.

The erosion is so terrible that it is so strong that you are already dominating it before you even notice it.

The sane dam burst the bank the moment it came into contact, and there was no time for warning.

"I ...... I was almost killed!"

The plague doctor struggled in pain on the ground, blood pouring out of the severed limb, his eyeballs completely melting, and the liquid mixed with blood and flowed out of the cracks in his mask.

"I know you're not going to die...... At least not so easily. ”

Imam Lawrence seemed to know what was going to happen to the doctors, and he was not in a hurry, just stood aside and waited for him to recover.

Eventually, the grief was too great for the plague doctor to maintain, and the robe was stretched open by the increased blood, as if some monster was about to burst out of his body, but when it swelled to the extreme, it shrank back, and then the thin voice rang out.

It was as if thousands of worms were crawling in the body of the plague doctor, the damaged parts were abandoned and devoured into nourishment, and then the newborn limbs grew with blood, and after a short period of pain, new eyeballs slowly grew out of the sockets, and the plague doctor arched his son, and after the intense pain, he finally recovered.

"Lawrence, I swear, I'll kill you next time. ”

Wheezing violently, he sat down on the ground, and it was a damn uncomfortable feeling.

"I'm doing this for your own good, after all, you're going to deal with it next, and no matter how much you warn you, it's better to let you feel its horror directly, right?"

Imam Lawrence said, not caring at all that if the epidemic doctor hadn't been out of the way just now, he might have died there.

It was a holy grail after all, and even its abandoned corpse was not something that mortals could shake.

"So how does it feel? This stuff is great, right? ”

He praises the source of it all, the beginning of all confusion and strife.

"That's what it is...... What's in the coffin?"

Trying to calm the horror in his heart, the plague doctor looked at the corpse hidden behind the hazy mist, his eyes full of vigilance.

"Yes, the corpse of the Holy Grail. ”

Imam Lawrence said lightly.

"Its will has escaped, but as a container for that will, this corpse still has terrifying power, and it is even said that without the suppression of the alchemy matrix, this corpse will be revived...... Life force, no soul, just the life force of the walking dead. ”

"It's like a cell in a petri dish, it's unconscious, but it's constantly multiplying and dividing, right?"

The plague doctor slowly stood up and stepped back slightly, keeping his distance from the thing.

"Don't worry, the Demon Hunters already had a well-established containment protocol for it at the time, and as long as you don't cross the realm of 'Winter', it's just a specimen. ”

Imam Lawrence raised his hand and pulled the valve, and more cryogenic gas fell, baptizing the pale corpse, and the alchemical matrix called Winter enveloped the corpse, blocking its recovery and erosion.

"The thought that I had a blood transplant for you makes me feel like I'm lucky to be alive now. ”

When Imam Lawrence found him and provided some of the blood of the Holy Grail for a transplant, he thought that the corpse would dry up and not look good, but who would have thought that the real appearance of this corpse would be so terrible.

"It's just that after careful calculation, the blood you transplanted for me was self-proliferating after I removed a part of it, and the erosion intensity was not so violent, of course, it almost killed me. ”

As he spoke, he stroked his mouth gently, but this old body was still a little difficult to control such power.

"Shouldn't the people of your church shout faith and surrender everything to God's faith?"

The plague doctor was still a little angry, he scoffed.

"Faith is only a tool of domination over the ignorant, and it is the technology that uses this unknown power to change the world. ”

He didn't get angry at all, but answered him seriously.

The cloudy gaze sharpened like a sword that was nearly broken, but it still had the sharpness to cut through steel.

"Plague doctor, it's time to show your talents, I need you to figure out what this thing is all about...... Or what exactly is a demon?"

"Me, I almost died just by touching me!"

The plague doctor roared.

"Did you refuse?"

Lawrence asked suddenly, the nail sword in his hand still dripping with blood.

The two men looked at each other briefly, followed by a oozing laugh from under the mask of the bird's beak.

"Yes, how could I refuse? This is a life that does not exist in this world...... Maybe it has the truth in it that I desire?"

"How could I possibly refuse?"

With the aftermath of evil, despite the injury, the plague doctor looked very happy.

"You've impressed me, Imam Lawrence. ”

He said that the previous embarrassment was gone, it was simply what he pretended, and as Imam Lawrence said, that level of injury would not kill him.

If there were some conflicts of interest and different goals between the two before, then when the corpse of the Holy Grail was truly displayed in front of the epidemic doctor, all these obstacles did not exist, and he knew very well that this was what he wanted.

"But how can I study it, once it is out of that alchemy matrix, it will awaken, won't it?"

The plague doctor asked.

The consciousness that dominates the body no longer exists, but it is the container of the Holy Grail after all, like the cells in the petri dish that proliferate wildly, and even if there is no consciousness, it is extremely dangerous by the instinct of a living being.

"I've prepared a lot of things in advance, and you can start with those things. ”

As he spoke, Imam Lawrence pulled another valve, and the heavy iron wall fell to completely envelop the pale corpse, and then with the rotation of the gears, new subjects rose from under the ground, one cryogenic container after another, pale blood slowly wriggling in the pale blue solution.

It was an indescribable form of life, apparently they all originated from the Holy Grail, but after being separated, they were like separate beings, the blood twisted and stirred, as if they were the embryos of some strange creature, soaked in the pale blue amniotic fluid, the low temperature restricted their lives, and they fell asleep like their mothers.

"This is the blood tissue taken from it, and you can start here. ”

This is where the transplanted blood from the mouth of Laurence originated, and after opening the sacred coffin, he only had a short time to cut off a portion of the blood tissue, and sealed the rest for containment.

The plague doctor admired the blood, and although he was prepared, the astonishing erosion as he approached still made his heart palpitate.

"It's unimaginable...... How did your Demon Hunter Cult first become aware of such a presence? ”

He exclaimed.

That terrifying erosion, even under the suppression of the Alchemy Matrix, could easily destroy the defense line of the plague doctor, let alone its heyday when it was not contained.

Just knowing about it can lead to madness, let alone knowing that it exists.

But the Demon Hunting Order did it, not only finding it, but also containing it.

Like a glimpse of the corner of that vast thing, the power of the Demon Hunting Order is so deep and terrifying, it is the group that can truly fight against despair, the fire-bearer who lights up the night.

"That was a long time ago. ”

Imam Lawrence said lightly, it didn't seem like he wanted to remember too much about it.

Although the glory of the past no longer exists, there are still doubts about the power of the Demon Hunting Order.

"But before you can study this, you still have one more thing to do. ”

He turned to look at the plague doctor.

"What's the matter?"

The plague doctor asked, he was so excited that he even felt that the ultimate secret about the demon was here, the bottom of the steamship, among the pale corpses.

"An interesting plan. ”

Imam Lawrence stretched out his hand, his old and stiff body beneath his scarlet robe.

"The blood of the Grail is not effective in transforming my body, it is only barely perpetuating this specific life. ”

He looked at the plague doctor, then unwound his clothes, the twisted blood taking up most of his chest, but strangely the misshapen blood hung on his body like a tumor...... Like a parasite, sucking the life force of Imam Lawrence.

"So the transplant still failed?"

The plague doctor's gaze froze, he knew very well what the situation was, the blood of the Holy Grail was eroding Imam Lawrence, it was hard to imagine what was in front of Imam Lawrence or something else when the blood was completely fused and grown.

"No failure, it's just that I'm too old...... I need a young body. ”

Imam Lawrence coughed vigorously, as he said, he was too old, this body had been through too much to continue to bear the power from the Holy Grail, he had begun to be unable to resist the resurgence of the power, and he could not give it up.

He was still strong, but as he nourished, the blood of the Holy Grail awakened, and the balance between him and him gradually tilted as the creature instinct robbed the life of Patriarch Lawrence.

When Imam Lawrence gained extreme power in the blood of the Holy Grail, it was also the time when the blood of the Holy Grail completely eroded Imam Lawrence.

"So what? I'm going to behead you and transplant your head into another body before you die?"

The epidemic doctor said that this kind of thing is simply unrealistic.

"No, it doesn't need that, all it needs is an alchemy matrix. ”

His voice was a little tired.

"Remember what I said? Doctor of the Plague, about [gap]. ”

"It's a weird and mysterious spiritual world, and after the Holy Grail is strengthened, I can do [gap] shuttle...... In fact, this power is not complete, just as the witcher needs the alchemy matrix engraved on it to awaken the power in the secret blood, this power of [gap] shuttle also needs the assistance of the alchemy matrix. ”

"The secret blood is steel, and the alchemy matrix is the furnace, and casting it into the shape of a sharp sword, I am only using it brutally, and I can't use it to the extreme. ”

"That means that if you play to the extreme, you can be young again?"

The plague doctor scoffed, this is an unrealistic force, no one can return to youth, that is the power to turn time.

"It's just that you will have someone else's green. ”

Imam Lawrence responded.

"Through the erosion of the [gap], I can erode another person's [gap] to destroy his will, thereby killing him, or influencing him, or even using him as a link for a large-scale human expansion. ”

This is the force of erosion, the viral spread that continues to spread.

"So what?"

The plague doctors do not understand that the evangelical church has unimaginable mysteries and taboos.

"What if I take the place of that person's [gap]?"

He said suddenly.

The plague doctor was stunned at first, and then there was a cold from the bottom of his heart, which was even more eerie and terrible than when facing the Holy Grail.

Touching the power of jealousy, the crazy suffocation torments the minds of mortals.

Although the Holy Grail has terrifying power, the plague doctor also has his self-confidence, with his power, no one can completely kill himself yet, but what if it is from the spiritual level?

[Gap] is the world of one's spirit, what if Imam Lawrence outlawed that [gap]?

"The existence of [gaps] is very interesting, and I even think it has something to do with the nature of demons, and I can use it to influence and expand, and I can also use it to kill a person. ”

He continued.

"When you destroy a person's will in the [gap], it is equivalent to killing his consciousness, his soul, and sometimes you will perceive his memories and so on......"

This was the source of Lorenzo's confusion, the chaotic memories he saw in his chaotic hallucinations after killing Horner's will.

"But if it's a complete homestay...... In fact, it's like a soul transfer? Or is it a will transfer, in fact, it almost all means the same thing. ”

The plague doctor looked at him with some horror, and then asked.

"You're trying to replace that girl?"

He was referring to Seleuc Stuart, who, as a collaborator of Sheak Lawrence, knew very well what Sheak Lawrence was doing, but he didn't expect him to do it.

Imam Lawrence shook his head, and he said.

"How could it be, she had other uses. ”

"Of course, it had something to do with the witcher of the Medanzo branch, and I was really curious which of my apprentices survived. ”

That burning night, in the script of Imam Lawrence, these people should all be dead, sleeping under that night.

"Then speaking of this matter, epidemic doctor, we humans and demons are different after all, even if we usurp the power of the secret blood, we also have the risk of getting out of control, and we also need the alchemy matrix to assist. ”

"Actually, this power is very interesting, it is like a heavy book, we can't turn to the page exactly where we need, and the alchemy matrix plays the role of a kind of catalog, giving us what we need, but also because of the cowardly physical limitations of human beings, we get this, and we can't bear others. ”

Imam Lawrence recalls that the rules that belonged to the witchers were like a container, and the human nature limited how much he could get.

"Therefore, the witcher can only draw a power from the secret blood, and the plural power only exists in the theory, but even if it is really true and the witcher survives, it will also accelerate the collapse of the witcher, perhaps at the same time as the plural power is successfully activated, ** and the will will will collapse due to the erosion of the secret blood. ”

"In other words, the so-called alchemy matrix actually protected you?"

The plague doctor asked.

Those powers are hidden in the secret blood, but through the alchemy matrix, the witcher can only awaken one of them and control it perfectly.

"Yes, but I'm a Chandal witcher, and although I can mobilize some of the power of the [gap] with the blessing of the power of the Holy Grail, I am not perfect enough to outlaw the will. ”

The power of the gap, Imam Lawrence was also groping, and with the help of the Book of Revelation, he understood that this power was much clearer than Lorenzo, but because of this, he knew exactly what he needed.

"And what do you want me to do?"

"Inscribed with a new alchemical matrix. ”

Imam Lawrence said directly, his voice carrying a cold wind.

"The power of the plural can only be established in theory, and that is because the body of the witcher is still too cowardly, but now it is different, the plague doctor, the Holy Grail is eating away at my blood, I have never been stronger, and I have never been closer to death. ”

Like the fireworks of the night, when it is the brightest, it will also disappear in the night.

The plague doctor looked at the trusting eyes, and this old thing looked like he completely trusted the plague doctor, as if he knew that it would all succeed.

"And whose body do you want to invade?"

The plague doctor asked.

To this, Imam Lawrence smiled, he already had a candidate in mind.

"The surviving Medanzo witcher, I fought against him, he would be a very good carrier, but unfortunately I can't continue to use the power of Shang Dafeng after encroaching on that body. ”

The alchemy matrix on Lorenzo points to Medanzo's power, which means that if Laurence Imam takes possession of Lorenzo's body, he will abandon this aging body and give up the alchemy matrix on it that points to Shangda's power.

It's a pity that this prophetic power has been used for a long time, and he is a little reluctant to think that he will lose it.

"Don't worry, I've been a patriarch for so long, I know the process of inscribement of the alchemy matrix, and I will guide you. ”

Imam Lawrence looked at the silent plague doctor and said that the reason why the plague doctor was needed was because this matter could not be done by Laureus alone.

Of course, he is not afraid of the epidemic doctor defecting or something, not to mention the power of foreknowledge, the Holy Grail blood in Patriarch Lawrence's body will give him a strong vitality, and one of the main reasons why he needs the alchemy matrix is that there will be a great risk of his own independent encroachment, he doesn't know if it will succeed, the alchemy matrix will make the direction of the power clear, so that he can perfectly control this power.

After a long silence, the plague doctor shook his head and said.

"I'm not thinking about these Lawrence imams. ”

The plague doctor asked, looking at Imam Lawrence.

"The alchemical matrix ...... that points to the cāo) control [gap]"

He peeked into something, with the coldness of exploring the secrets.

That is to say...... cāo) control [gap] is also a type of power, right?"

In other words, there is a mysterious group of witchers, and their power is to wander in the [gap].

It's not some grail power, it's always there, it's just not discovered.

Looking at the visceral fear in his eyes under the mask, Imam Lawrence replied meaningfully.

"yes. ”

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