Ember Gun

  Chapter 191 Finale Gabriel

   "Lawrence! Lawrence!"

On the battlefield of gunpowder smoke, the man shouted casually, just like looking for a lost friend, but there were steel wrecks and unextinguished fireworks everywhere.

  His friend looked quite unlucky, and he was actually lost in such a ghost place.

   Vaguely, he heard the sound of sobbing, walked quickly to the position of the sound, kicked the blackened steel, and there was still hot residual temperature on it.

   "It's terrible..."

  The man frowned, and under the wreckage of steel was a hazy mass of flesh and blood. They were scorched, and the smells were mixed together. It was weird and disgusting.

   "Ah... the decontamination mechanism is coming, let's leave now."

  The man stretched out his hand, hesitated, but saw the figure gradually appearing at the end of the battlefield, he still reached into the flesh and blood, and took out something from it.

  ...

   "This time is really a big failure."

  In the dim cabin, the epidemic doctor said to himself.

  The cabin at this time was completely different from when he first arrived. The low-temperature gas formed a milky sea of ​​gas, surging slowly on the ground, and random steps would arouse a wave of waves.

Just like a strange ceremony site, the corners are filled with burning candles, and the bright red wax oil flows on the ground like blood, intertwined with the cold gas, like the warm sun in the clouds, rippling Shimmer.

  The epidemic doctor turned around to get the medicine from another place, and randomly observed his "laboratory". He loved it very much.

  There are huge containers on both sides of the cabin. The lights in them can hardly reflect the objects inside. You can only vaguely see the ferocious corner. They are bound by the low temperature and fall into a long sleep.

Near the console, there are several hanging barbs, one of which is hanging on a dying monster. Its body has been cruelly dissected, and its sharp minions have been pulled out one by one, but this is not enough to kill it, the heart Was faintly ups and downs, like cows and sheep to be slaughtered.

With the crazy nature of the demon, even this will not stop its bloodthirsty desire, but the epidemic doctor is an excellent doctor. The long and thin silver nails run through its main joints and are connected to the main blood vessels. After the tube is removed, a large amount of tranquilizer is injected and spreads along the blood circulation to the whole body.

  So the terrible monster was as meek as a kitten, letting the plague doctor's scalpel fall, only moaning meaninglessly.

   "Not only failed to invade the body of the demon hunter, but also failed to corrode the Stuart group, and even you yourself died."

  The epidemic doctor shook his head as he spoke.

   "I really lost everything."

   looked at the demon, the epidemic doctor said somewhat mockingly.

  "It’s not like you, Lawrence. I always thought you would succeed if you wanted to."

"Shut up."

  Some weak voices sounded, originating from the monster's body.

   "Okay, I'll leave it alone."

  The Epidemic Doctor smirked, then used the hook to pull away the flesh and blood of the demon, revealing the twisted internal organs.

It was an unimaginable curtain of blasphemy. The deformed internal organs were squeezed together, accompanied by a slow heartbeat, a blood stain, a nearly charred sarcoma existed in it, and his eyes had been squeezed in the final battle. Lorenzo crushed it to pieces, and could only make out that it was a human head in the hideous.

   "Huh, I didn't expect this technology to be really feasible, but it still won't save you, Lawrence, your current life span can be calculated in hours."

  The epidemic doctor looked at the disgusting scene without the slightest discomfort, but nodded in satisfaction. This is simply his most perfect artwork.

  After the explosion, in a corner where no one noticed, the epidemic doctor secretly arrived at the battlefield, and then found Lawrence who was almost dead in the ruins of a train.

   Just as Lorenzo had some chance of survival after demonizing, Lawrence also demonized, and killing a demon is not enough to destroy the heart.

The Epidemic Doctor picked up the scorched head, just like grafting a plant, and temporarily transplanted him onto the body of the demon, relying on the power of demonization to circulate the blood of the demon's internal organs to maintain the survival of this head.

This technology has only appeared in medical assumptions. The original intention is to transplant the severed limb to the stomach of the body when the severed limb is not easy to handle, or when there are more critical symptoms. When conditions are sufficient, continue the amputated limb again.

  Although it is not clear whether he can connect it if his head is severed, but with the goal of pioneering medicine and biology, such a random operation by the epidemic doctor actually saved Lawrence temporarily, or maintained his near-death state.

  But this was not enough, it was just a stopgap measure. Lawrence did not have the help of Watson's mysterious power. The flesh and blood of the Holy Grail would not succumb to him so easily. Everything now is just the continuation of the epidemic doctor to him.

  "Stop talking nonsense, epidemic doctor, do what you should do, I'm almost out of it."

  Lawrence’s voice was extremely weak, and it became more and more difficult to maintain the demonization, and he would lose his mind and become the abomination.

   "Okay, okay, I get it."

  The epidemic doctor is slow and in no hurry.

  Walking to the other side, the machine roared, and with the rotation of the gears, the water in the container was drained, and then the temperature rose.

  The container was opened, and Subai's body fell from it, but before falling to the ground, he was hugged by the epidemic doctor.

  He stared at that plain face, very strange, its appearance had no special features, it was so ordinary, so ordinary that you could hardly even recall its appearance after seeing it.

  The epidemic doctor took the person who looked like a corpse aside and put it on the operating table.

   "Well, it's dead or alive, it depends on this time."

  As he spoke, he took out the scalpel and inserted it into the internal organs of the demon.

   A thick and dense voice sounded. Accompanied by the deep breathing and the wailing of the demon, the epidemiologist took out Lawrence's head little by little, the fracture was clear, and countless bloodshots were pulled up.

  "How does it feel to be decapitated twice in a short time?"

  Lawrence was silent, he did not want to answer the cold jokes of the epidemic doctor.

  At this moment, all his thoughts are used to control the power of demonization. He is on the verge of destruction. All the epidemic doctors have done are only delaying the arrival of destruction.

  But he was not afraid. Lawrence had foreseen his death date. He was destined to die, but not at this time.

The epidemic doctor put his head on the side of the corpse, like some kind of evil taste. The two faces faced each other. Lawrence lost his eyes. He couldn't see the corpse at all, and the corpse closed his eyes. It's like a sleeping child.

  As the temperature rises, the pale skin has a little blood.

   "Then start, Lawrence."

  After finishing all this, the epidemic doctor took a few steps back, as if he was avoiding something, he watched from a distance, amidst awe, there was violent erosion.

  An unnamed wind was stirred in the confined space, which disturbed the airflow, and brought up the milky white gas, in the dim light of the candle, like light spilling on the sea.

   seems to be some kind of weird ritual. After a short period of calm, there is a violent abnormality. The unknown power is excited at this moment. It rises and surges, and the glow jumps, as if a woman is singing shallowly, holy like an angel.

  The epidemic doctor stared at all of this closely, and there were not many opportunities to observe this phenomenon. Perhaps this was the last time he could see this kind of "miraculous" power.

  There is cold in the warm holiness climbing along his spine. It broke everything that was available, and the epidemic doctor immediately felt it keenly.

  Something came out, his pupils shrunk, trying to observe all the wonderful things, keeping his eyes intently until a vague phantom slowly rose up.

  The epidemic doctor almost suffocated.

  He never believed in the existence of any god, and he didn’t care about the doctrine of the gospel church.

  Except for this thing, this weird and mysterious thing.

  It actually exists and can be actually observed by onlookers.

It is not the first time that the Epidemic Doctor saw this strange phantom. The last time Lawrence was defeated by Watson in [Gap], he saw it on Lawrence, when an invisible big hand was pulling him, As if to drag the phantom out of the body.

  What exactly is this?

  In fact, the epidemic doctor had some predictions in his mind, but he couldn't believe it. If he believed it, it would prove that the world he believed in was wrong.

  But he still couldn’t help thinking about it, just like the fall in the doctrine, because in the world he knew, only this word could explain it in the knowledge he could understand.

"soul…"

  The Epidemic Doctor murmured in a low voice, and couldn't help but step towards, trying to touch the mysterious phantom.

But it was like a vain moment. Before the epidemic doctor raised his hand, it disappeared from sight. Then the plain white corpse on the operating table began to twitch violently, the joints twisted strangely, the muscles contracted, and it was silent. Below the body, a dull sound rang, and then the sound became more and more rapid and loud.

  Like a rapidly accelerating machine, running with overload.

Until in the end the plain white corpse fell over and lay on the cold ground, enveloped by gas, while Lawrence's head on the other side seemed to have lost all control, and a large amount of blood poured out from the fracture, flesh and blood. It began to dry up, sinking along the mutilated skull, and suddenly turned into a jagged appearance.

  The epidemic doctor was shocked for a long time, and finally shouted tentatively.

   "Lawrence!"

  No one responded to him, he moved forward vigilantly, but suddenly the corpse moved...or that the corpse should no longer be used to call him.

  The man was curled up on the ground naked, retching in pain. The liquid and other unidentified viscous substances inside were all vomited out by him. Then he breathed vigorously, and the new body ushered in the first breath.

  The cold air poured into his lungs, and the intense pain caused him to cry again, followed by the recovery of his body.

  The stagnant heart began to beat again, blood surging rapidly in his body, his skin became sensitive, and the low temperature inside the ship made him seem to have fallen into an ice sea.

He didn't seem to be familiar with this body yet, he staggered up and opened his eyes vigorously, as if he hadn't received light for a long time. The dim light was as blazing as the sun in his eyes, and he shed tears in pain. He fell down again because he couldn't stand firmly.

  The epidemic doctor just watched all this coldly, without giving any help.

  He lay on the ground for a long time, and finally accumulated some strength, he supported himself on his knees and sat on the ground, and then hit the ground with both hands vigorously

  Lawrence laughed loudly.

  As if to roar out all the power, the young body roared angrily.

  He did it, as he had predicted, this was far from his death date, his fragile eyes opened vigorously, and he greeted the light of the world without fear, even if the tears shed, he never closed his eyes.

  The weird laughter continued, until the throat was laughed hoarse, and no longer had the strength to stop slowly.

   "You demon hunters are really weird."

  The Epidemic Doctor exclaimed, and took the robe on the side and put it on Lawrence.

   "According to your requirements, the body cultivated with the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail, in order to ensure stability, the flesh and blood of the Holy Grail only occupies a very small part, but the price is that you are far less powerful than before."

   "It doesn't matter, power or something, as long as I'm still alive, I can get it back."

  Lawrence's voice is hoarse, and it seems that he has not yet adapted to this new body.

  Although the body is new, the terrible combat experience has already been carved into his will. After a brief loss of control, Lawrence has been able to stand firmly on the ground.

   "No, it's not a failure. I finally figured out who the demon hunter was, and this suspended animation also successfully concealed the cleansing mechanism."

Lawrence recalled the last moment when the explosion caused the protective visor to fall off. He saw Lorenzo's face clearly and finally understood his identity, but he didn't expect it to be him. After all, in Lawrence's memory, he should Died in the night of Holy Prophet.

  "But this is not important anymore. We have become ghosts. Both the gospel church and the cleansing agency will regard me as a dead person. From now on we are truly in the shadows."

  Although it was painful, the price was still acceptable. Lawrence tried to walk a few steps. Although he stumbled a little, he quickly stabilized his figure and walked steadily.

   "I can't believe it, such a miracle is really the so-called power?"

  The epidemic doctor walked around Lawrence, and he didn't care what Lawrence wanted to do in the shadows.

  He watched Lawrence carefully, it felt like examining a perfect experimental body, and he was thinking about where to start dissecting him.

  This is not a medical miracle, it is a miracle that God can do.

  "This is the power of [Gap], and so-called encroachment is like this."

   Lawrence said slowly, but soon as if he was exhausted, he slowly fell down while holding on to the wall, clutching his head, with a hideous face.

   "You look like a headache."

  The epidemic doctor asked like a serious doctor, "Do you need painkillers?"

   "No, no, this is just a sequelae of the occupation. After all, I invaded others' bodies by will."

  Big drops of sweat fell, and the pain looked much heavier than Lawrence said.

   "Of course, there is no will in this body, but when I jump from body to body, my will will be slightly split... If this body itself has will, it will be worse."

"for example?"

  "For example, amnesia, such as memory confusion."

   Lawrence explained.

"You killed the original will and replaced him. The fragments of his will merge with you... Just like pure water has impurities. The more you invade, the more muddy the water becomes, and your will will be affected. More fragments of will that do not belong to you are contaminated, until you completely lose yourself in the chaotic memory."

   "Sounds dangerous."

  The epidemic doctor replied that this is a chronic death, with no blood and no wounds, but the name Lawrence will gradually disappear in time.

   "So we will have some signs to identify ourselves, just like the Venus in the dark."

   Lawrence answered faintly.

  But the epidemic doctor seemed to suddenly realize something, he asked vigilantly.

  "If this power is really so weird and powerful, the Western world would already belong to the Gospel Church..."

  It is not so much embezzlement of a person's body, but rather an embezzlement of a person's "identity".

  The epidemic doctor stepped back, and immediately looked at the shriveled head on the operating table.

   "So,'Lawrence', which body is yours again?"

  I just rescued Lawrence from the line of life and death, but now the sword is flaring up again, and the sleeves of the epidemic doctor squirmed, as if the monster under the clothes was about to break out.

  But Lawrence seemed to know the response of the epidemic doctor, he smiled contemptuously.

   "If I say, it is indeed my first body, do you believe it?"

  He continued.

  "Don’t worry about the epidemic doctor, I am not an immortal monster. In fact, even I am curious about this power."

   Lawrence slowly raised his hand, young and tender flesh and blood, this is a delusion that only appeared in dreams, but now it has been integrated into reality.

"I am the headmaster of the Demon Squad, but during my tenure, I never knew the existence of this power... I discovered this power in "Revelation". It is powerful and weird, but very strange. Yes, the church seems to have deliberately concealed its existence. If it were not for my rebellion, I might not know its existence for the whole life."

  This is also the reason why Lawrence fears this power. He doesn't know why the evangelical church should seal it up, but it can make monsters like the evangelical church stop the power of greed. This must have its reasons.

  He whispered the holy name.

   "Gabriel."

   As if hearing the long-lost call, countless ghosts slowly raised their heads in the deep darkness, staring at the holy glow of the dome.

  (End of this chapter)