Priest Lawrence gasped in pain and opened his eyes. Before he could adjust to the tremendous pain in his mind, the physical torture almost tore him apart.
"Plague doctor?"
His scarlet eyes drooped, barely making out the person in front of him.
The plague doctor did not say much. He was playing with the silver scalpel in his hand, with sharp bone blades standing on both sides of his elbows. Priest Lawrence tried to move, and then he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his joints. He tried to move his eyes over, only to see that the sharp bone spurs had pierced his joints, completely blocking the space for movement.
"Hmm? Looks like you escaped."
The plague doctor looked at Priest Lawrence, and the fear that seemed to come from the gaze of a predator disappeared, and it seemed that the battle of this [Gap] was over.
However, he was not in a hurry to untie Priest Lawrence. Instead, he picked up a needle of medicine and injected it directly.
"That should make you feel better."
As the potion spread, the intense pain became blurred, and with a daze in his mind, Priest Lawrence asked.
"Hallucinogens?"
"This seems to be the only thing that can relieve the pain at the moment."
Seeing Priest Lawrence gradually calm down, the plague doctor couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"So what was that just now?"
According to what Priest Lawrence said before, the Plague Doctor knew that the terrifying evil power could use the [Gap] as a springboard to control other people's bodies and even consciousness. But now Priest Lawrence has been countered. This is the terrifying figure who created the Night of Holy Coming. Who can do this to him
"I don't know, but I have a rough guess."
Recalling the familiarity of that woman, the name that was almost forgotten by Priest Lawrence gradually emerged, but the problem was that she should have been dead, long since died in the past history.
"Looks like it's time to change the plan."
He whispered, then stood up with great effort and took out the bone spur bit by bit. Blood gushed out like a flood tide and mixed with the melted red wax oil.
Priest Lawrence staggered and nearly fell, then he slowly half-knelt on the ground, slowly roaring in pain, like a lion in the twilight of his life.
The plague doctor watched coldly from the side. He was not in a hurry to help him. He couldn't die in this state.
A self-healing ability far beyond that of humans appeared on this body. The wounds began to heal rapidly, accompanied by the strange wriggling of flesh and blood. The cry of a baby was heard, but it also seemed to be a sharp laugh, which was creepy.
After healing his wounds, he aged rapidly, as if time was accelerating. His already old body quickly dried up and turned into a dark blue color like a corpse. It seemed as if something was draining the vitality of Priest Lawrence and accelerating his aging.
"You can't control it anymore."
After a long silence, the doctor spoke indifferently.
But it was a long time before Priest Lawrence slowly stood up. The excessive pain made his nerves numb, his expression was a little dull, and his wrinkles were deeply overlapped, like a dead tree.
"I know... Just let me be the experimental subject."
He said sadly as he slowly uncovered his clothes, only to see that the twisted tumor had grown excessively, like a second head, only slightly tilted downwards.