The steam engine roared. In the previous fierce battle, although the Original Sin Armor driven by Percival had been attacked fiercely by the demons, with her rich combat experience, she avoided many fatal injuries. Although the Original Sin Armor was now covered with wounds, it still had combat capability. Moreover, it was a first-generation armor, and the demon's flesh and blood was gradually healing over time.
"Although I haven't tried it, as long as we don't get knocked down and killed directly, with the recovery ability of the first-generation armor, we can guard a suitable terrain to kill these monsters... But before that, we have to deal with that guy."
Percival's voice came from the communicator, and she also heard Arthur's combat orders. As the person most familiar with the battle situation, she made a suggestion.
"Are these the only ones left of you now?"
Arthur asked. In order to prevent possible accidents, the Purge Agency had invested a large amount of manpower this time, but even so, accidents still happened.
"I don't know. That guy is very scary. He led the demons to attack our team. We were scattered in the rainstorm. I don't know about the others, but at the moment... it should be just me and Night Owl."
The man in ferocious armor slowly raised his head and looked up at the dark shadow standing on the edge of the dome. In the lens of the bird-beak mask, the people struggling in the blood were reflected.
"That guy... is the plague doctor. We have been hunting down a guy who is related to demons. It seems that he is a remnant of Lawrence."
"Epidemic Doctor..."
Arthur remembered this name, a mysterious and strange doctor who conducted research on humans and demons in various places. His methods were cruel and he would leave behind a lot of "experimental products" after each experiment. Therefore, he was noticed and hunted by the Purge Agency.
"What are his abilities?"
Arthur asked, being able to easily defeat the Sin Armors, in some ways the Plague Doctor was even more terrifying than Lawrence.
"No, it's not him who is powerful, but those demons..."
Whether it was the erosion affecting the signal or Percival's fear, her voice began to tremble to Arthur's ears.
Looking through the rainstorm, at the other end of the lifting area, a crimson light had already lit up on the first-generation armor. The flesh and blood inside the armor began to corrode Percival's body and stick together, painful but powerful.
The first generation of armor can continue to fight, but Percival, as a mortal body, cannot do it. Her consciousness is on the verge of collapse and may be eroded and destroyed in the next second.
"Don't worry about me. There are still three bottles of Florend potion in the armor. I can hold on for a while."
As the voice rang out, Arthur felt that Percival on the other side of the rain curtain seemed to be looking at him, and countless red lights were like hundreds of scarlet eyes.
The flesh was tense, and the armor raised its arm. The big sword covered with blood and gaps pointed to the center of the lift, where a huge corpse was lying, with iron spears and big swords stabbed all over it. Those weapons were burned red by the high temperature, and the falling rain stirred up a white mist.
It was as if some monster from a nightmare was nailed to the spot, its flesh and blood horrible, its bones deformed and protruding like a wolf spider, piercing along the spine and nailing into the steel. White flames were still burning in the cracks of the wounds, evaporating the rain and raising surging mist.