Ember Gun

   Chapter 484

If **** really exists, then it probably looks like this. The air is tropical and bloody, and the flesh and blood are like wild growing vines. They are luxuriantly devouring things around them. They spread along the damp walls, touching like blood vessels. The limbs walk through the gaps, densely packed, like a blanket of fungus.

  "Maintenance is also very simple. As long as you ensure that the monster will not lose control, you have to deal with these crazy flesh and blood regularly, otherwise it will easily cause containment failure... By the way, I am going to call this monster "Mother", what do you think?"

  I have to say that the epidemiologist’s ability to name this piece is simply miserable.

Lawrence ignored him, but stared at the twisted flesh and steel. A whimpering low roar came from the bottom. With the breath of the demon, this small mountain-like body was also shaking slightly, driving the sparks in the furnace. rise.

"But this thing comes with corrosion, so the maintenance staff has a high rate of damage. My suggestion is to deal with it about three times, and they can be scrapped. The way to deal with them is also very simple. Just throw them into the furnace. , Human flesh and blood will be its nourishment."

  The epidemic doctor said that he was leaving, and he had to take care of everything for Lawrence before leaving.

   "That's it?" Lawrence asked.

   "Otherwise? These are enough for you."

  The epidemic doctor said that he thought about it and continued to add.

"Before the end of the day, with everything we have, it is difficult for us to have any technical breakthroughs. This blood-secret army is the ultimate we can do, and according to your predictions, our time There is not much left."

  As the sound fell, everything fell silent, and the surroundings were silent, except for the crackling burning in the furnace, as well as the demon's low growl and heavy breathing.

   "So are you determined to leave? Epidemic doctor."

  Lawrence stood on one side of the fence, the epidemic doctor stood on the other side, and fireworks lit up in the furnace between the two, separating them like a light curtain.

   "Yes, I can't help you anymore. My own research on knowledge has also reached a bottleneck. Now I am going to pursue a higher truth."

  The epidemic doctor said sadly.

   "It's really a pleasure working with you, Lawrence, it's a pity that we are going to part ways."

   "North?"

  Lawrence asked, the Epidemic Doctor had mentioned this, formed a fleet, and established a legion. Lawrence did this to fight the battle of the doomsday, and the Epidemic Doctor was for his expedition to the truth.

   "North."

  The epidemic doctor affirmed.

  "I don’t seem to have a chance to go anywhere. If you can get there, maybe it’s not bad."

  Lawrence sighed that the north is just a vocabulary for him. He has never been there, and judging from the current situation, he has no chance to get there.

  In his eyes, the north was just a barren ice field. The only mysterious thing was the sea area called Silent Sea. I heard that it was an unknown place, and all the ships that entered failed to return.

These mysterious legends are regarded as boring by Lawrence. After all, Lawrence has never actually been to the Sea of ​​Silence. He has not personally experienced these. And those who go deep into the Sea of ​​Silence rarely return and cannot tell other people the information. People can truly understand this weird sea area, and can only be decorated with illusory legends.

  But now it's different. In the constant pursuit of the root, this vague world became extremely clear in Lawrence's eyes. He didn't know what was in the north, but he could guess and guess the secret hidden in it.

   "The truth, I guess it is there."

  The epidemic doctor said, he recalled his past and pieced together the broken clues.

   "Why do you think so?"

Lawrence raised a bit of interest and asked. He speculated in the legends of the "Revelation" and the gospel church about possible secrets in the north, but he had only told Miguel about these, but he didn't know how the epidemic doctor thought of it. There.

   "This has to be said before we met, Lawrence, but before that, have you known an alchemist?"

  The epidemic doctor was probably laughing, and the sound from under the beak mask was a bit harsh.

   "Know that alchemists are actually very selfish, and their crazily hunger for knowledge makes each of them driven by huge hunger pangs."

  The epidemic doctor said mockingly.

   "Even if I am no exception, I feel an unbearable restlessness when I think of those things, like something is tempting me, and I can't refuse."

  Lawrence saw it again, and there were bulges under the clothes of the epidemic doctor.

  "In the eyes of alchemists, the door of truth can only be opened to one person. If other alchemists find the door of truth first, then other alchemists will be turned away.

  Probably because of this idea, the alchemists will not communicate with each other, and their alchemy notes will also be written in ciphertext, which makes it difficult to pass on a lot of knowledge. "

  "Are you an alchemist? I remember you said it was a doctor."

   Lawrence asked the epidemic doctor.

  Although the epidemic doctor knows a lot of knowledge and is very weird, he always appeared in front of him as a doctor from the beginning to the end. Even though he had dabbled in alchemy, he never mentioned it.

  The epidemic doctor did not affirm or veto it, but only expressed his own thoughts.

  "Whether it is an alchemist, a doctor, or a scholar, after all, they are all pursuers of knowledge, and the essence is the same.

  I have investigated the history of alchemists. Under the hunger of knowledge, I have killed many alchemists. From their broken notes, I have vaguely inferred some conclusions.

  They were also strong at first, and there was a powerful group called the Golden Dawn. That should be the most glorious era of alchemists, but unfortunately, there seems to be no record of that era.

But no matter what it is, it will come to an end, tall buildings will collapse, people will die, and even the vast ocean may dry up one day. The powerful golden dawn is no exception. As time goes by, it will gradually become annihilated. Time is over.

  I went back to it and found that this organization was originally a group called Rosicrucian, and their leader was a person named Roger Cruz. "

  The voice of the epidemic doctor paused, as if thinking of something interesting, every time he thought of this, he felt a sudden openness in his heart.

"I spent a long time investigating these, especially the person named Roger Cruz. The detailed information about him was discovered in the mouth of a desolate alchemist, inherited from his family. In the notebook, I deciphered that his family was once a member of the Rosicrucian, and learned from it that Roger Cruz was a Viking."

"Vikings?"

Lawrence did not expect that this matter would have something to do with the Vikings. The Viking countries are located in the far north, covered by cold wind and winter. It is a barren land, let alone knowledge, even survival seems extremely difficulty.

"Yes, Vikings, if you say so, the Rosicrucian, the earliest alchemy group that can be traced back, most likely emerged from the north. Think about the legend of your gospel church, the first saints At the call of the gods, they trek through the mountains and rivers, heading to the ice sheet of the cold wind, and from there they bring back the knowledge against darkness."

  The epidemic doctor told Lawrence his conjecture.

"I have also read "Apocalypse". In fact, it can be regarded as a taboo alchemy notebook. Coupled with Roger Cruz and his Rosicrucian, I have every reason to believe that there is something in the north. This place hides trembling knowledge, maybe it was the temple left by the Rosicrucian, maybe it was the closest place to the truth."

  Lawrence was silent. He was not surprised that the epidemic doctor could guess this, but he did not expect it to be so detailed, and from his mouth, Lawrence also got something he didn't know.

"Rosicrucian, Golden Dawn... I have heard that there were also a group of alchemists who maintained the well of sublimation in the hunting sect. I remember they mentioned this, but those guys who regrettably died. If you want to ask anything in the night of Holy Promenade, there is no chance."

   Lawrence continued.

   "It sounds like this. Because of the greed and selfishness of knowledge, the history of alchemists has become fragmented and difficult to restore."

   "So I want to go there, Lawrence, I want to see the truth that countless people seek."

  The voice of the epidemic doctor was serious, and was deeply suppressed by the beak mask.

   "You think about it too, don't you?"

   Facing the question of the epidemic doctor, Lawrence did not answer.

  He did think about this. After realizing that "Apocalypse" originated in the north, Lawrence wanted to set off there more than once, but reality made him tied here and unable to move.

"Galunaro...no, the Rhine League will go to war with Inervig next, and the entire White Tide Strait will turn into a sea of ​​flames, and my blood secret army will become a strange soldier, killing on the battlefield... Regret The thing is that I need to stay here. This is an army forged by monsters. They need another more powerful monster to command."

  Lawrence said and shook his head. The closer he was to the realization of his dream, the more fearful and panicked he was. He was afraid of making mistakes and could only use his best.

  "But the war with Inervig was never what I wanted. My goal was the Holy Evangelical Papal State, the home of the seven hills, and the Cathedral of Saint Nalo."

   "Why there?"

The epidemic doctor was a little surprised. In the current turbulent situation, the Holy Gospel Papal kingdom is almost abnormally calm, as if all this has nothing to do with it, maintaining absolute silence, even if the Gaulunarone Faith has happened so much. There is no indication of the fluctuations.

   "Because the doomsday in my prophecy starts from there."

As Lawrence said, he raised his hand and pressed his head firmly. The pain in his head continued. This was the end of the overuse of power Gabriel. His consciousness was shattered. It seemed that it would happen in the next second. Gone in the wind.

   "I will take the legion to conquer there, and kill the end at the source."

   "In this case, it seems that I can only go to the north. If I can come back alive, I will talk about it for you."

  The epidemic doctor said helplessly.

   "Come back alive? Do you think you will die there?"

  Lawrence heard something wrong.

   "Of course, this is my ideal, my wish. If it can be obtained so easily, no matter how you think it is wrong," the epidemic doctor laughed, "Dedicated to the truth, probably."

  The laughter was a little sad, reverberating back and forth in this empty and dark space, seeming a bit monotonous, and gradually the laughter stopped, and only silence remained between the two of them.

   "I said... Maybe this is the last time we met, Lawrence."

  The epidemic doctor was a little sad. He didn't know the next journey, but he had a hunch that everything would not be so easy.

   "Even if I come back alive, maybe you are dead."

   "Why do you think so?"

  Lawrence didn’t understand. The Epidemic Doctor was very clear about Lawrence’s abilities. It stands to reason that Lawrence is the least likely to die. As long as he has a new body, this crazy will can continue.

"Why? Lawrence, I have seen a lot of lunatics or careerists. They talked about the truth and wanted to change the world, but they flinched before death, begging for my medical skills to let them live, even if Become a monster."

  The epidemic doctor said that the laughter became weird. Lawrence can guess the fate of those people without asking. They may survive, but it is not known how they lived.

"When I first met you, I also felt that you were like those people, talking about principles, but actually just for their own selfishness. When you really let them give something, they will only be scared to pee their pants while crying pity. ."

  The story was paused, and the epidemic doctor looked at Lawrence.

"I thought you were the same as them, but in fact you are not. You are the real lunatic, the real careerist. Look at you, Lawrence, how many people did you kill for your ideals and your wishes? And how much did you give? ?

  You not only throw other people into the fire, but you also jump into it. "

  Wailed, the demons below were screaming. With its sound, the dead heads on the flesh and blood murals also played, like a huge flesh and blood organ playing taboo movements.

   "You seem to have everything, but in fact you have nothing left. The past is buried under the dust, the future is swallowed by abominable despair, your body is destroyed by fire, and your will is shattered..."

  The epidemic doctor was surprised.

   "You are the real desperado, with nothing."

  Lawrence said nothing, remained silent, his face was blocked by a pitch-black mask, and no emotions could be expressed.

   "Would you like to hug it? After all, I have worked together for so long."

The epidemic doctor opened his hand as he said, walked up and hugged Lawrence. He patted Lawrence's back vigorously. This intimate act was the first time he did this, and Lawrence was like a cold sculpture. Any response.

   "After working together for so long, I think I know you enough, Lawrence, so would you let me go so easily?"

  The epidemic doctor whispered in his ear.

"You lunatic, do whatever you can for your purpose, even if you can easily abandon yourself, let alone me, if you think I have such a slight chance that I will become your enemy, I must be destined to die here today. ,Yes?"

   Lawrence did not respond, but the sharp spiked sword pierced through the Epidemic Doctor’s chest, drilled out of his back, and penetrated his body.

  The blood fell into the darkness below, as if it was smelling the breath of a living person, and the demon roared like a laugh.

  (End of this chapter)