It was still the custom-made room, but the atmosphere was a little depressing and gloomy. As the alarm was lifted, the locked door had been unlocked again, but the closed heart had not been opened again.
Ovis stared at the ceiling in a daze, his mind was in a mess, very confused, and it seemed as if there was nothing.
Suddenly he wanted to move. He didn't want to lie on the bed anymore. He tried to support himself with his slender arms. It was difficult, but he still managed to do it. He climbed up from the bed with all his strength and then stepped on the ground with slightly trembling feet.
He breathed hard, as if just this movement had exhausted all his strength. A slight pain came from his joints, but it was still bearable for him.
Ovis wanted to go out and take a look. He suddenly realized that he had been in the Perpetual Motion Pump for so long, but he had hardly gone out to take a look. He just stayed in this room, waiting for the mission to be carried out.
Speaking of carrying out missions, this may be the happiest time for Ovis. Hidden in the armor, he is free. At that time, he is no longer this cowardly body, but Lancelot who can tear steel.
But now he is no longer.
He covered his head and felt a sharp pain in his mind, as if something was tearing his head apart, like a bug was stirring vigorously, gnawing at his skull and trying to get out of his mind.
The demon's erosion was still eating away at his will, not only because of his coma in the armor, but also because of the raging erosion from Archbishop Lawrence at the last moment, which even the demon hunters could not resist, let alone the mortal Ovis.
The high-intensity erosion accelerated his decline, as if countless demons were roaring in his ears, and sharp claws were repeatedly cutting his body.
Ovis fell to the ground helplessly. He struggled, and when the pain reached its peak, he suddenly became completely calm. There was a sharp buzzing sound in his ears, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps.
Ta-da-da…
The sound of footsteps was clear, someone was coming.
Those should be Ovis's caretakers. They might have noticed the unusual noises in the room, but then he noticed something strange. There was no sound of the door opening...
Ovis reluctantly raised his head, but the face he saw was one he had never expected.
“It’s… you!”
The nightmare broke through his mind and came into reality.
The man did not hide his thoughts at all. His torn scarlet robe fluttered in the wind, his old white hair hung down, and a corner of his sharp sword was exposed, reflecting Ovis's face.
"How... is it possible..."
Ovis supported himself on the ground with both hands and tried to stand up, but he fell down weakly until the man walked in front of him.
"Ovis? Or should I call you Lancelot?"
Dean Lawrence asked with a smile, his old wrinkles twisted together like a dead tree.
"No... How could that be?"
Ovis couldn't figure out how he ended up in the perpetual motion pump. How did he do it
"Are you wondering how I got here?"
Ovis opened his eyes wide, his pupils slightly dilated, and his breathing became rapid.
"Do you know what I'm thinking?"
My whole heart turned cold, as if it was entangled by a poisonous snake.