The sticky sound of the sword piercing through flesh and blood, the whisper of flowing blood, it seemed as if all time had frozen at this moment, madness was brewing and bursting out in the silence.
"This is really... a development that was expected."
The plague doctor coughed up blood, staining the lens of the bird-beak mask, turning it blood red, and everything he saw also turned scarlet.
"You think you know me well?"
Lawrence's voice was cold, without a trace of emotion. When he looked up, all he could see was the unchanging black mask.
He may have once had a warm heart of flesh and blood, but when he put on this cold mask, he had said goodbye to everything.
"Isn't it?"
The plague doctor's voice contained a hint of laughter. He grabbed the spiked sword that pierced his body. At the same time, his other hand that was slapping Lawrence's back began to deform. In an instant, the sharp and strange claws broke free from the constraints of the gloves, tearing through the flesh and blood, and emitting a cold light like a slender sword blade.
Lawrence didn't say anything, which made the plague doctor feel a little bored. He really wanted to know what Lawrence's expression was at the moment.
It was a great irony for Lawrence that a madman who was on his last legs could be understood by other people. His expression under the mask might have been twisted into a ball due to humiliation and anger.
"Very interesting! Lawrence!"
The plague doctor used his wrist to break the spike sword, leaving the other part in his body. The sharp claws slashed towards Lawrence. Lawrence quickly dodged in another direction and lowered his body as much as possible to avoid the claws, but he was still a little slow. The claws tore Lawrence's back, leaving a long trail of blood.
Blood spurted out and flesh was torn apart.
Before Lawrence escaped from the attack range of the Plague Doctor, he kicked hard on the broken spike sword. This kick caused the spike sword to pierce through the Plague Doctor's body again. The kick also hit the Plague Doctor's chest hard. The sound of slight bone breaking could be heard. Before the Plague Doctor could continue to chase Lawrence, he was knocked back by this blow and hit heavily on the fence of the suspended ladder.
The metal bent, and the plague doctor lay on it. The broken sword with flesh and blood protruding from its back trembled slightly, and then was squeezed out of the body by the twisted flesh and blood, and fell into the darkness below. Only a crisp collision sound could be heard, and then nothing was left.
"Compared to me, you, the plague doctor, are the one who is truly unpredictable. If you think about it carefully, I have never known what kind of face you have under that mask. It can be said that apart from your name, I know nothing about you."
Lawrence spoke calmly, holding the broken sword in his hand, but it still had a terrifying deterrent power, which made the plague doctor dare not act rashly.
He is such a person, with suffocating strength. Even though Lawrence has lost his limbs, been blinded, and is dying in a pool of blood, he is still strong. As long as you are not careful, he will struggle and bite your throat.
"Ah? We are almost parting ways, and you just remember to get to know each other? Isn't it too late?"
The plague doctor spoke in a relaxed tone. He rarely showed any panic. As far as he could remember, he only looked a little embarrassed when facing the strange Silent Man.