"It's passable."
"Good, we're not sure what will happen next since this hasn't been activated in a long ti," rlin said.
"So... this might hurt a bit."
As rlin spoke, he pulled down the lever. Without any warning, a massive current surged through the birdcage, dazzling sparks flew across the steel structure, and Lorenzo only felt a slight tingling sensation. But soon, it was as if a heavy fist pounded on his head, as if an invisible executioner was torturing him, trying to pry open his skull to see what was hidden beneath the rotten flesh.
The instant pain made Lorenzo a bit disoriented, and the light above flickered as the colorful world began to lose color. In the end, Lorenzo could only see gray and white, but even these were constantly fading, as if darkness was gradually swallowing him whole.
"Lorenzo, there is a small button on the side of your left armrest. I need you to press it every five seconds to prove you're staying conscious."
rlin's voice rang out again amidst the trance. Enduring the intense pain, Lorenzo quickly found the button. He wanted to curse out loud, but at this mont, the severe agony occupied all his will, leaving no strength to shout. Lorenzo could only hang his head low, silently counting in his mind, staying conscious while pressing the button.
Above the chair, a ridiculous indicator light blinked on and off with Lorenzo's pressing.
High-frequency noise echoed between the birdcage, steel plates began to slide down, revealing the roaring difference engine behind them. Gears shed, driving the machinery, fans rumbled loudly, extracting the hot air, currents traversed, finally converting complex signals from Lorenzo's body into charts that spewed out from the printer.
Limited by technology, all of this seed so absurd, like bloated and ridiculous machines yet filled with the terrifying will of humans.
Advance, relentlessly advance.
Paper spewed from the machine, the ink still carrying a warm touch. Current limitations in technology prevent real-ti data display, so data is printed every five seconds, and the data on the paper rapidly changes, quickly being collected together by Blue Jade.
Everyone got busy, maybe because it hasn't been used for a long ti, a fire broke out in the corner of the birdcage.
Everything went smoothly until the Geiger counter inside the birdcage turned red, followed by a sharp wail disrupting the calm. More Geiger counters turned red, emitting wailing cries.
"Is it Lorenzo?"
Arthur quickly asked, as rlin frowned in confusion.
"No... Lorenzo is still conscious."
That ridiculous light kept blinking, Lorenzo remained conscious, restraining his bloodthirsty nature.
"So what's going on?" Abigail asked, "Where is the source of the erosion coming from?"
Her answer was a heavy roar, imdiately followed by the violent shaking of the entire birdcage, ergency lighting lit up, and amidst the chaos, Gawain's voice sounded from the broadcast.
"This is Knight Commander Gawain, we are stationed at the outskirts of the intensive care area, currently detecting a large number of demons approaching here from the mild care area..."
His words were overshadowed by fierce gunfire, endless rain poured down on the surface, increasingly thick clouds obscured all light, the wails of demons mingled with the howling wind, and in the darkness, the relentless gunfire illuminated one grotesque armor after another.
"The periter defenses of Black Mountain Hospital are intact, the enemy seems to be appearing from inside Black Mountain Hospital!"
Percival's voice sounded, the Armors of Original Sin advancing toward the area where the battle erupted, she always laughed and giggled, but this ti she beca rare serious, peering through the crevice in her face armor towards the gunfire beneath the iron curtain.
Countless demons charged from behind the rain screen, their barbed claws adding a bloody air to the cold rain screen, rolling thunder roared behind the clouds, and pale light pierced through the chaos like a horde of out-of-control beasts.
"Order of the New Congregation?"
Abigail asked Arthur, the Purification chanism had always been wary of potential attacks from the Order of the New Congregation, but they didn't expect the scale of this attack to be so large.
Arthur's face darkened, he slowly spoke.
"Not quite right, the Order of the New Congregation doesn't have the ability to control demons... No... Lawrence."
He grabbed the communicator, anxiously asked.
"Gawain, check the corpses of those demons and report all features."
It's hard to distinguish whether it's the sound of the current or the wind, Gawain gritted his teeth and advanced, the foul weather greatly affected the visibility of the Armors of Original Sin, and those ground soldiers wore heavy gear, ard the buildings like fortresses.
The soldiers couldn't co out to assist Gawain, under the armor's protection, he could withstand the suffocating rain, while the soldiers couldn't, fighting demons in such an environnt was pure suicide.
He swung the heavy blade, piercing a demon leaping from the mist behind, dragging the struggling half-body of the demon backward.
Modern firepower ford a web at this mont, sealing off the area, while Percival also rushed in from the outskirts, to clear the demons.
"Features... wait, the demons are wearing Black Mountain Hospital patient gowns?"
Gawain raised the still struggling demon, under the lightning glow, he saw the tattered patient gown on the demon's body.
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