Ember Gun

  Chapter 175 The Scarlet Sea

  Master Lawrence gasped in pain, he opened his eyes, and before he could adjust to the huge pain in his mind, the physical torture almost tore him to pieces.

   "Epidemic doctor?"

  The scarlet eyes drooped, barely distinguishing the person in front of him.

The epidemic doctor didn’t say much. He was playing with a silver scalpel in his hand, with sharp bone blades standing on both sides of his elbows. Master Lawrence tried to move, and then a heart-piercing pain came from the joints. When he moved his gaze, he saw sharp bone spurs piercing his joints, completely blocking the movable space.

   "Huh? Looks like you escaped."

  The epidemic doctor looked at Master Lawrence. The fear that seemed to have come from the gaze of predators disappeared, and it seemed that this [interval] battle had ended.

  However, he did not rush to untie Master Lawrence. Instead, he took a shot of the potion and injected it directly.

   "This should make you more comfortable."

  As the potion spread, the intense pain became blurred, and there was a loss of consciousness in his mind, Master Lawrence asked.

   "Halalucsin?"

  “This seems to be the only one that can relieve pain at the moment.”

  Looking at the Master 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 power of that horror and evil spirit, according to Master Lawrence’s previous words, the Epidemic Doctor knew that the [Gap] could be used as a springboard to control the body and even consciousness of others, but now Master Lawrence has been countered. The terrible figure of Saint's Night, who can do such a good job to him?

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

  Recalling the familiarity of the woman, the name that was almost forgotten by Master Lawrence gradually emerged, but the problem was that she should be dead, already dead in the past.

   "It looks like the plan should be changed."

  He whispered, then stood up laboriously, and took out the piercing bone spurs little by little. The blood gushed out like flood water, mixed with the melted red wax oil.

  Master Lawrence staggered and almost fell, then slowly half-kneeled on the ground, slowly roaring in pain, like a lion in the curtain of the year.

  The epidemic doctor watched coldly from the side, he was not in a hurry to help him, he could not die at this level.

  The self-healing power far beyond human beings appeared on this body, and the wounds began to heal quickly. Accompanied by the weird squirming of flesh and blood, a baby's cry sounded, but it seemed to be a sharp laughter, which was creepy.

After the wound healed, it became old quickly, as if time was accelerating. The aging body quickly withered and turned into a corpse-like dark blue. It seemed that something was drawing the vitality of Master Lawrence, accelerating. Watching his aging.

   "You can't control it anymore."

  Long silence, the Chinese Epidemic Doctor said indifferently.

  It took a long time for Master Lawrence to stand up slowly. The excessive pain made his nerves numb, his expression was a bit dull, and wrinkles were deeply superimposed together, like dead trees.

   "I know... just let me be the subject."

  He said bleakly, slowly uncovering his clothes, only to see that the twisted tumor had overgrowth, just like the second head, only slightly lowered.

  It has human facial features, closed eyes, like a sleeping baby, the deformed parts are tender and tender, like a flower blooming on a dead tree.

Master Lawrence has begun to find it difficult to control the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail. It grows on its own body like a parasite, waiting for the day when it matures... Just like the relationship between Watson and Lorenzo, that parasite is A terrible thing in Lorenzo's consciousness.

  He coughed vigorously, and a lot of blood was vomited out. It was hard to imagine that there was blood in this body, he was like a dying person.

   "I can't just die like this yet."

  Master Lawrence murmured.

That is the willpower that even Watson would be shocked. It is hard to imagine what kind of training or experience he has undergone. Under such circumstances, he can cut his consciousness and discard the corroded part, so as to escape Watson. Invasion.

  But now such a will is trapped in a dying body, he can't stop there.

  The time of death is approaching, and Master Lawrence is welcoming that day.

  ……

  Lorenzo barely opened his eyes, he gasped.

  At the end of the memory, Watson broke out. When his will regained control, he had already left [Gap].

  It was a long war, but it seemed to happen in an instant.

  Seleu hid behind the door and looked at him in a bit of horror. Lorenzo still didn't realize what was going on, and then the body beside him fell.

   is the soldier, his consciousness has been completely disintegrated, just like the invaders of the remnants before, brain dead, blood gushing from his ears and nose, as if the brain was completely destroyed by some unknown force.

what happened?

   A familiar sharp pain came in his mind, and then memories that did not belong to him began to flash in front of his eyes.

  The long-term memory, the memory of Master Lawrence, the cut consciousness is being digested by Lorenzo, just like when Horner was killed, from the broken consciousness, the past memories are gradually appearing.

  The emerald sunset, the flowing of the Tiber River, the sound of prayer like the waves of the rising tide, almost swallowing everything.

   "Lorenzo!"

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

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

  It was strange, it was obviously a fight in [Gap], but at this moment he had never been exhausted. Physically and mentally exhausted.

   Then he smelled a strong smell of blood, and suddenly raised his head, he found himself beside the beach.

  The sky is covered by hazy fog, revealing a faint blue halo, the air is slightly cool, and there is a kind of unspeakable inspiration.

  There was a cold touch spreading across his feet, which seemed to be some kind of liquid. Lorenzo slowly lowered his head and found that it was spreading seawater, but the seawater was thick scarlet.

   looked towards the hazy sea horizon, this scarlet stretched to the end of the field of vision.

  The cold from my heart is creepy, like a picture of **** peeping into it.

  This is an ocean of blood.

  A sound can be heard immediately, pulling Lorenzo back into the real world, as if everything just now is just an illusion left by [Gap].

   Yawei supported him and injected a Florent medicine into his body, which could make Lorenzo sober.

  This really made him sober, and it also made the scarlet sea engraved in Lorenzo's mind like a curse.

  What's there.

  Although it was just an illusion, or something else, at the moment of seeing it, Lorenzo believed that it existed and existed somewhere in this world.

  The dusty story reached out to him, looking forward to his arrival.

  (End of this chapter)