The first to sense the anomaly was rlin. As an Alchemist, he had an exceptionally keen sense of abnormality. He raised his head to look at the containnt cube high above, and before he could think further, the liquid inside began to boil.
"Containnt breach!"
rlin shouted instinctively, and then the well-trained security personnel sprang into action. Electric current flowed into the containnt cube, triggering a violent reaction within the entire container. Countless tiny bubbles appeared, rising in the liquid, as if it were boiling water.
The surge of electricity seed effective, and the faintly swaying figure inside the container ca to a halt. All gun barrels pointed at it, and in the eerie calm, a crisp sound rang out, resembling tal snapping under trendous force.
"Restraint device..."
Arthur murmured to himself. Once a Ranger, he now relied on instincts honed on the battlefield. He grabbed rlin and pulled him towards the exit of the containnt chamber, not forgetting to trigger the alarm along the way.
As the alarm blared, the containnt cube in mid-air exploded, and simultaneously the entire Number Four Demon live containnt chamber began to seal shut. The other containnt cubes holding Demons started to detach...beneath them lay a deep transportation passage leading to the combustion chamber.
The heavy gate slamd shut, and then the sound of roaring gunfire emanated from within. Heavy artillery posts unleashed full firepower, creating a continuous curtain of fire in mid-air. The entire ground shook slightly with each shot as if in an earthquake.
Arthur and rlin stood outside the containnt chamber, both panting heavily, seemingly unprepared for the crisis's swift arrival.
But suddenly the gunfire ceased, the internal gunfire vanished, and the two, without speaking, simultaneously turned their gaze to the sealed gate. In the silence, thunderous sounds erupted again, with massive bulges appearing on the gate as if a beast were trying to break free from its cage.
...
Dean Lawrence slowly opened his eyes, seemingly suffering from a headache. After rubbing his temples vigorously, he looked out the window. The crowd hustled and bustled, presenting a lively scene, as his carriage moved slowly through the crowded streets.
"I found the position of the Perpetual Motion Pump, but it's unexpectedly deep."
He looked at the spot below the horizon and flashed a fearso smile.
"So next is an attack on the Perpetual Motion Pump? That would amount to a formal declaration of war on the Purification chanism."
His companion inquired, thinking that Dean Lawrence wasn't the type to act so recklessly.
"No, it's just a friendly greeting, plus a test of this new power."
He said, leaning back in his seat, slowly unveiling his clothes. On his aged body lay grotesque crimson flesh, seemingly devoid of skin, like a deford tumor. It occupied the heart's position, gently pulsating. From its hideous surface, twisted facial features could barely be discerned, like a sleeping infant.
"The will of the Holy Grail had escaped as early as the Night of the Holy Arrival. What was sealed within the Holy Coffin was rely the shell, yet even such remains held this power...Demons are truly terrifying."
He gently caressed the infant, the scene reeking of both absurdity and grotesque horror, prompting even his companion to recoil.
"Damn it, put your clothes back on, I'm about to vomit."
The man cursed, clearly repulsed by the thing, or anything related to the Holy Coffin.
"I shouldn't have co back. If I hadn't turned back, I'd already be in the Land of Abundance."
He seed utterly regretful.
"Don't say that, Plague Doctor. You have to admit, our collaboration is quite excellent. My execution prowess, your exquisite transplant surgeries, how does that saying go...a match made in heaven."
Dean Lawrence closed his clothes, smiling as he spoke.
The Plague Doctor cast an uneasy glance at him, trying to lean back further, but the damned carriage was only so large.
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