"This is a huge failure."
In the dim cabin, the plague doctor spoke to himself.
The cabin at this time was completely different from when he first arrived. The low-temperature gas formed a milky white sea of gas, slowly surging on the ground, and any casual step would stir up a wave.
It was like the scene of a strange ceremony, with burning candles piled up in the corners. Bright red wax flowed on the ground like blood, interweaving with the cold air, like the warm sun in the clouds, with a rippling glow.
The plague doctor turned to get some medicine from another place and casually observed his "laboratory". He loved this place very much.
Both sides of the cabin are filled with huge containers. The lights inside can hardly illuminate the objects inside, and only a hideous corner can be vaguely seen. They are bound by the low temperature and fall into a long sleep.
Near the operating table, there were several hanging hooks, on one of which hung a dying demon. Its body had been brutally dissected, and its sharp claws had been pulled out one by one, but this was not enough to kill it. Its heart was beating weakly, like that of cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
With the demon's crazy nature, even this would not stop its bloodthirsty desire, but the plague doctor was an excellent doctor. Long and thin silver nails pierced through its main joints and connected tubes to the main blood vessels. A large amount of tranquilizer was injected and spread throughout the body along the blood circulation.
So the terrible monster became as docile as a kitten, allowing the plague doctor's scalpel to fall, and could only make meaningless moans.
"Not only did you fail to take over the body of the demon hunter, you also failed to successfully corrupt the Stuart Group, and you even died yourself."
The plague doctor shook his head as he spoke.
“It’s really a total loss.”
Looking at the demon, the plague doctor said with a hint of sarcasm.
"That's not like you, Lawrence. I always thought that whatever you set your mind to, you would succeed."
"Shut up."
A weak sound was heard, originating from the demon's body.
"Okay, I won't say anything."
The plague doctor grinned evilly, then used a hook to pull open the demon's flesh and blood, revealing its twisted internal organs.
It was an unimaginable scene of blasphemy, with deformed internal organs squeezed together, slowly wriggling with the heartbeat. In the midst of the blood, there was an almost burnt tumor. His eyes had been crushed by Lorenzo in the last battle, and one could only barely make out that it was a human head in the hideous appearance.
"Huh, I never thought this technology would actually work, but this still can't save you, Lawrence. Your life span can now be measured in hours."
The plague doctor looked at the disgusting scene without feeling the slightest discomfort. Instead, he nodded with satisfaction. This was simply his most perfect work of art.
After the explosion, in a corner where no one noticed, the plague doctor secretly arrived at the battlefield, and then found the almost dead Lawrence in the ruins of a train.
Just as Lorenzo gained a slight chance of survival after being demonized, Lawrence also became a demon, but to kill a demon, destroying the heart is far from enough.
The plague doctor picked up the charred head and temporarily transplanted it into the body of the demon, just like grafting a plant. With the power of demonization, he increased the blood circulation in the demon's internal organs to maintain the survival of the head.