The candle flames gathered into a warm ocean, and it seemed as if an unknown wind was blowing through, causing slight ripples and an eerie sacredness.
That was perhaps the most twisted and bizarre scene the plague doctor had ever seen. He had dismembered countless demons and created many strange and evil things, but none of them could compare to what he saw at this moment.
Just like a ritual of execution and sacrifice, the chair surrounded by the sea of candles was the altar, and Dean Lawrence was the poor sacrifice.
Priest Lawrence's body twitched in pain, as if something was sucking his vitality. His already old body was rapidly aging, his skin was shriveled, revealing dense blue blood vessels, and blood was flowing uncontrollably, gushing out of his ears and nose.
The plague doctor knew very well that something was wrong with Priest Lawrence, but he knew nothing about the Gap, and he didn't even know how to help him.
But then a huge pressure emerged. The feeling was very strange. It didn't feel like erosion, but just a simple pressure, as if someone was spying on him. Then he saw the faint light emerging from Priest Lawrence.
It was a light path that was difficult to capture with normal vision, but the plague doctor could vaguely see it. Those dim light paths converged into a strange human figure... It was as if that was the soul of Priest Lawrence, and he was being slowly pulled out of his body.
"Plague Doctor!"
Suddenly a sound was heard.
Priest Lawrence opened his tightly closed eyes. His eyeballs were bloodshot as if they were about to explode. He looked as hideous as a demon, twisted and hateful.
"Plague Doctor!"
He roared again, and the plague doctor was horrified to find that Priest Lawrence's eyes were dull... He couldn't see himself, and his consciousness was somewhere else at the moment. Only with his terrible desire to survive did he briefly manage to operate on two fronts.
The plague doctor approached slowly, he was extremely vigilant. Ever since he met Archbishop Lawrence, this mysterious demon hunter always refreshed his worldview.
Stepping on the wax that had not yet solidified, just as the plague doctor was about to touch Priest Lawrence, his lifeless eyes suddenly lit up a little, as if ashes were rekindled.
"Lawrence..."
The plague doctor shouted hesitantly, but then all the pain and hideousness disappeared.
Something had happened, but the plague doctor hadn't noticed it yet. He was alert to the danger in that position, and then his eyes met his.
Dean Lawrence looked at him calmly, his eyes flashed with a momentary confusion, but then became clear.
The atmosphere was a little subtle. The madness and weirdness just now all disappeared, as if it was an unpleasant illusion. Everything was over. At this moment, there was only the dead silence that was almost dared not to be broken.
The two pairs of eyes looked at each other briefly, maintaining a strange tacit understanding. The next moment, the sharp bone blade popped out from the plague doctor's arm, making a whistling sound, and chopped down fiercely.
It was a sudden attack like thunder. Although he always looked like a scholar, the plague doctor was very confident in his fighting skills. This blow could directly cut off the enemy's head and cause immediate death.
But the expected death did not come. Archbishop Lawrence drew out his spiked sword and blocked the bone blade at the last moment. However, because he was a step slow in drawing the sword, the impact of the bone blade suppressed the spiked sword. The blade half penetrated into his shoulder and blood flowed slowly.