An invisible storm rolled up in this closed workshop. Countless ghosts, accompanied by wailing sounds, created this windless, crazy tornado. The minds and bodies, the metal baffles and the armor of the armored people all trembled violently.
"The Geiger... index continues to rise!"
Percival's voice sounded in the channel, but due to the influence of erosion, it became intermittent and soon disappeared completely in the channel. The only sound that echoed in it was the harsh sound of electric current, which continued to surge like the sound of howling wind.
“Stay alert!”
The voice sounded again, but this time it was not from the channel. When the channel was interfered, Percival turned on the loudspeaker of the Armor of Original Sin and made his voice echo in the workshop.
Based on previous experience in fighting demons, the purification agency used a simple and crude tool such as a loudspeaker to maintain communication.
As she said this, she felt as if the air in her lungs had been sucked out. Percival felt extremely depressed. Under the erosion, she began to have difficulty breathing, and then her emotions surged. Countless complex emotions stirred her heart.
The darkness spread in my heart little by little, until invisible hands stretched out from the deep quagmire. They were like lush seaweed, scratching everything within reach.
Suddenly Percival had a strange feeling. She realized that the original sin armor she was driving was actually a cage. It was closing little by little, swallowing her into darkness...
The harmonious green color of the indicator light turned into blood-red, and an alarm sounded inside the armor. Then emergency measures were triggered, and the Florend potion was injected into Percival's body through a pre-buried infusion tube. She was in a trance for a while, and finally the indicator light turned back to a harmonious green.
She almost lost control at that moment, and Percival knew why. In that seemingly endless storm, she was just like now, falling in the hideous armor, looking at the steel that pierced her body and the blood that kept flowing out.
"Percival are you okay?"
The voice came from the other side, and the sword dancer approached the lancer and asked.
"I'm fine. Watch out below. Lorenzo is starting to erode William."
Percival spoke briefly as the huge lance she was riding finished loading its ammunition and cocked, ready to fire at any moment.
The erosion stirred up a storm, and Lorenzo was the core of the storm, the eye of the storm.
In the critical breakthrough state, his erosion will break free from the constraints of the body and expand outward. Similarly, once entering this state, Lorenzo tends to become a demon.
Under the black coat, one could see slight bulges wriggling. Lorenzo's exposed skin became tough, and strong muscles continued to proliferate, filling his body. The fire in his eyes also became extremely intense, and finally turned into a pure white that was impossible to look directly at.
Lorenzo could smell that the air was filled with everyone's emotions: fear, anxiety, sadness, guilt, inferiority... and a hint of urine.
Something was… not right.
Lorenzo lowered his head and saw William leaning against the back of the chair. He was shaking constantly, his heart was beating violently, his face was flushed, and yellowish liquid was dripping under his legs. He was incontinent.