If hell really exists, it would probably look like this. The air is hot and filled with blood. The flesh and blood are like wildly growing vines, densely and luxuriantly devouring the surrounding things. They spread along the damp walls, and tentacles like blood vessels run through the cracks, densely packed like a fungal carpet.
"Maintenance is also simple. We just need to make sure the demon doesn't get out of control. We need to deal with the wildly growing flesh and blood regularly, otherwise it will easily cause containment failure... By the way, I plan to call this demon 'Mother', what do you think?"
I have to say that the epidemic doctor's ability in naming is simply miserable.
Lawrence ignored him and stared at the twisted flesh and steel. A whimpering growl came from the bottom, along with the demon's breathing. The mountain-like body was also shaking slightly, causing sparks in the furnace to surge.
"But this thing is inherently corrosive, so the loss rate of maintenance personnel is very high. My suggestion is that after about three times of treatment, they will be scrapped. The method of dealing with them is also very simple. Just throw them into the furnace. Human flesh and blood will be its nourishment."
The plague doctor said that he was about to leave and he had to take care of everything for Lawrence before he left.
“Is that all?” Lawrence asked.
"What else? These are enough for you."
The plague doctor said, he thought for a moment and then added.
"Before the end of the world, with everything we have now, it will be difficult for us to make any technological breakthroughs. This secret blood legion is the best we can do, and according to your prediction, we don't have much time left."
As the voice fell, everything fell silent. There was complete silence all around, except for the crackling sound of the furnace and the roar and heavy breathing of the demon.
"So you have decided to leave, Plague Doctor?"
Lawrence stood on one side of the fence and the plague doctor stood on the other. Flames were burning in the furnace between the two of them, separating the two like a curtain of light.
"Yes, I can't help you anymore. My own research on knowledge has reached a bottleneck. Now I want to pursue a higher truth."
The plague doctor said this with some sadness.
"It's been a pleasure working with you, Lawrence, but it's a shame we have to go our separate ways."
"north?"
Lawrence asked, the Plague Doctor mentioned these, forming a fleet, establishing a legion, Lawrence did these to fight the Doomsday War, while the Plague Doctor did these for his expedition for the truth.
"north."
The plague doctor affirmed.
"I don't seem to have a chance to go anywhere. If you can get there, maybe it's not bad."
Lawrence lamented that the North was just an empty word to him. He had never been there, and judging from the current situation, he would never have the chance to get there.
In his eyes, the north was just a barren ice field. The only mysterious thing was the sea called the Silent Sea. It was said that it was an ominous place and all the ships that entered it never returned.
These were considered boring mysterious legends by Lawrence. After all, Lawrence had never actually been to the Silent Sea, and he had not experienced these things personally. Few of those who had gone deep into the Silent Sea returned, and were unable to tell the information to others. As a result, no one could truly understand this strange sea area, and it could only be described as empty legends.