Ember Gun

  Chapter 174 The Not-Distant Future

  The candlelight gathered into a warm ocean, and it seemed that there was an unknown wind passing by, rippling slightly, with a strange sacredness.

  That may be the most distorted and weird scene the Epidemic Doctor has ever seen. He has dismembered countless demons and created many weird and evil things, but all this is no better than what he sees now.

  Like a certain execution and sacrifice ritual, the candle sea chair surrounded by it is the altar, and Master Lawrence is the poor sacrifice.

Master Lawrence’s body twitched in pain, as if something was drawing his vitality. His old body was rapidly aging, and his skin was dry and shriveled, revealing dense blue blood vessels, and the blood couldn’t stop flowing down. He heard from his ears and nose.

  The Epidemic Doctor knew very well that Master Lawrence had the problem, but he didn't know everything about [Gap], and he didn't even know how to help him.

   But then there was a huge pressure emerging, that feeling was very strange, not like erosion, just a simple pressure, it seemed that someone was peering at him, and then he saw the faint light emerging from the Master Lawrence.

It is a light path that is difficult to capture by normal vision. The epidemic doctor can vaguely see it. Those dim light paths converge into a weird human form... as if that was the soul of Master Lawrence, and he was slowly being drawn out of his body. .

   "Epidemic Doctor!"

  Suddenly there is a sound.

  Master Lawrence opened the closed eyes, his eyeballs were blood red, as if they were about to burst open, he looked like an evil spirit, twisted and abominable.

   "The Epidemic Doctor!"

He roared again. At this time, the epidemiologist discovered that Master Lawrence’s eyes were dull... He couldn't see himself, and his consciousness was elsewhere, just relying on the terrible desire to survive, making him do it for a short time. It's a two-wire operation.

  The epidemic doctor approached slowly. He was extremely vigilant. Since getting to know Master Lawrence, this mysterious demon hunter has always refreshed his worldview.

  Stepping on the wax oil that has not yet solidified, just when the epidemic doctor was about to touch the Master Lawrence, his godless eyes suddenly lighted up, as if the ashes were resurged.

   "Lawrence..."

  The epidemic doctor yelled hesitantly, but then all the pain and ferociousness disappeared.

  Something happened, but the epidemic doctor had not been able to find out yet. He was alert to the danger in that position, and then stared at him.

  Master Lawrence looked at him calmly, his eyes flashed with a moment of confusion, but then he became clear.

  The atmosphere is a bit subtle, all the madness and weirdness just disappeared, it seemed like a burst of unpleasant illusions, all that was over, and at this moment, there was only a dead silence that hardly dared to break.

  The two pairs of eyes stared at each other briefly, maintaining a weird tacit understanding. The next moment the sharp bone blade popped out of the epidemic doctor’s arm, making a whistling sound, and cutting it down fiercely.

  It was a sudden offensive from the thunder. Although it has always looked like a scholar, the epidemic doctor is also confident in his fighting skills. This blow can directly cut off the enemy's head and directly kill it.

The expected death did not come. Master Lawrence drew the nail sword and blocked the bone blade at the last moment, but he was also a step slower because of the sword. The impact of the bone blade suppressed the nail sword, and the blade half sank into his shoulder. The blood flows slowly.

   "Is it here?"

  The familiar voice sounded, but it was so strange at this moment.

"Who are you!"

  The epidemic doctor roared, as expected, Master Lawrence made a mistake, and he was invaded backwards.

  Watson seemed too lazy to answer his words. With the body of Master Lawrence, she carefully spied everything in her vision.

  She can feel the existence of that thing, the disgusting taste, she will never forget it.

  The epidemic doctor immediately launched an attack again when he saw this. He didn't care about the damage to Master Lawrence's body. Anyway, judging from his skills, he could rescue you even if there was only one head left. Of course, he could not guarantee what the final rescue would look like.

The slender bone spurs directly penetrated the palm of the epidemic doctor, like a sharp piercing sword, directly nailing Master Lawrence’s thigh in place, and then the bone spurs broke off, and new bone spurs proliferated in an instant, like long nails to suppress evil. Stabbed again.

   "Get out of here!"

A new voice sounded, and Master Lawrence roared. Perhaps the counterattack of the will was effective. The nail sword that was about to fall paused, and new bone spurs penetrated his joints, locking up his sword-swinging hand. .

  Blood-stained hands pressed on the head, and half of the hideous face was gasping.

  He is so close to death.

  "You took something you shouldn't take, Lawrence, you should pay the price."

  Pain is followed by calm words. At this moment, it is like a schizophrenic patient, fighting with himself, terrible and evil.

  Master Lawrence whispered painfully.

   "What the **** are you?"

   "What on earth are you?"

  In the center of the battlefield, in the mysterious [gap].

After the long pain, Master Lawrence finally got some chance to breathe, but he was still caught tightly. The woman strangled his throat, and the other hand squeezed his heart. She was constantly Invaded Master Lawrence's thoughts, and soon he will become her.

  Lorenzo seemed to have lost consciousness. He was like a parasitic insect. Watson broke his body and tortured Master Lawrence, and most of his body protruded from Lorenzo's torn chest.

  Here is the spiritual world. All this is just the visualization of the "self". Lorenzo's consciousness is torn apart, and the abomination is trying to crawl outward.

   "Where is it!"

  Watson interrogated again, looking down at the distorted and painful face, Master Lawrence could not say anything.

  The memories of the past continue to flash in my mind, yellowing and stale, with an ancient taste.

  It’s been a long time ago. The Master Lawrence was still a child until then, when the steam engine did not exist, and the swords and shields of the knights dominated the battlefield.

  He saw the emerald green at sunset, in the dim light, the magnificent church was like a forest of iron trees, and the sparkling waves on the Tiber River reflected the beauty of childhood.

  The children ran on the green grass, and the nun walked into the church with a small smile, bells rang, and prayers surged like ocean waves.

  The warm and familiar embrace comforted him, and when he was about to fall completely, a strange cold emerged.

  Master Lawrence said with some nostalgia.

   "That's why I think the monster should die..."

  At the moment he almost fell, he woke up and looked at the woman with angry eyes.

  She was teasing his memories, the beautiful past.

  Watson was looking for its trace along the memory of Master Lawrence.

  Master Lawrence has lived for too long. For a long time, everyone who had known him died. For a long time, even the place where he lived has lost the traces of the past.

  Those memories are his last warmth, the last evidence that was once a person, the softness buried deep in his mind.

  But now someone is touching it and trying to tease yourself with it.

  He was full of anger.

   "Is it bad to die in memory?"

  Wason asked somewhat confused.

  His expression just now was like a sleeping baby. It would be the most beautiful death. All tired travelers would get what he wanted, but he desperately broke free, unwilling to step into the peaceful beauty.

   "Very good...but that's not the death I deserve."

  Master Lawrence is angry and terrifying.

   slowly raised his hand, and then squeezed the arm that strangled his neck.

  This is just a seemingly weak action, but at this moment it has a different meaning.

  He could do it. Under Watson's almost crushing will, he did a slight resistance, just a resistance before his death, but it was enough.

   "I should die in the not-too-distant future, not here."

  His voice echoed hoarsely, like the roar of a dead man.

  Yes, there is Lawrence's ending, he is willing to die, as long as it ends like that.

   Then the almost shattered consciousness strengthened again, maintaining himself in the storm.

  He tore at himself forcefully, just like those crazy believers, self-mutilating their bodies, that is a sacrifice to God, this is the sacrifice of Master Lawrence, the sacrifice to himself, the sacrifice to that ideal.

  For a moment, Watson was stunned. She had never imagined that the human will could achieve this level. She even said that... it can no longer be called a human being.

  So crazy, so angry, eternally boiling, unquenchable rage.

  Master Lawrence tore his flesh, his sharp nails tore off the skin and flesh, and the strong bones broke forcibly with blood dripping off.

  He was cutting his own consciousness, and forcibly separated the part that was grasped by Hua Sheng desperately from his own consciousness.

  Like a patient with a knife, removing the rotten flesh and blood from his body little by little.

  The intense pain seems to have thousands of wild dogs biting their own bodies, every second is so long, like the most cruel capital punishment.

  But it doesn’t matter anymore.

  "Today is not my death date, I can see it!"

  He laughed wildly, kicking Watson's body away, Watson could only perceive the light weight on his hands, and then all the parts occupied by her fell out of Master Lawrence's consciousness.

  He seemed to be laughing at her, and his body began to blur, as if to disappear into the [Gap].

   "Don't try to escape! Lawrence!"

Watson roared, she stretched out her hand with all her strength, only a little bit she could completely capture Master Lawrence’s consciousness, but at this moment countless chains were pierced from Lorenzo’s wound, like crazy growth. The thorns entangled her heavily, and then dragged her back into the cold world.

  She could only struggle hard, but she couldn't stop being dragged back until she was completely reintegrated into Lorenzo's wound.

  Can only hear the sound of waves falling faintly into the water, and everything returned to silence.

  (End of this chapter)