"You have usurped the power of the Demon in a way even I hadn’t imagined. What you see now is rely the manifestation of the Demon’s traits."
Lawrence said.
Just like that blazing white fla, the sturdy Scale Armor, the almost immortal flesh, the bewildering Illusion Realm... and even the crossing of consciousness.
All of this is a manifestation of the Demon’s power, adorned by the Demon Hunting Order with sacred terminology.
Now, the immortal body and sturdy Scale Armor are manifested in the Plague Doctor, along with those transplanted inhuman organs of his, turning him into an indescribable beast.
This inspired Lawrence, such Ascension... or rather evolution, what is its ultimate form?
Those Angels that appeared out of nowhere, or perhaps sothing even darker.
The howling wind interrupted Lawrence’s thoughts, and the reverse-bent legs burst forth with unbelievable speed. By the ti Lawrence realized it, he was already too late to defend.
In an instant, the Plague Doctor dashed before his eyes, only to half-heartedly swing his claw, which hadn’t yet collided with Lawrence’s body when it changed direction.
This was a feint. Lawrence’s drawn Nail Sword already missed, leaving him no room for defense. Just as expected, the sharp spike followed the previous wound and pierced Lawrence’s abdon.
The tail spike was pulled out, like extracting a cork, mixed bits of blood and flesh gushed out uncontrollably. Lawrence took a deep breath, suppressing his gasps. Before the tail spike could withdraw, he seized it, pulling the Plague Doctor closer to him with force, as the Nail Sword erupted in a blinding cold light.
Their battle was devoid of any finesse; in the face of absolute strength and technique, any so-called skill paled in comparison. This was rely a simple fight, with all efforts aid at killing the enemy.
The Plague Doctor underestimated Lawrence’s strength, even pulling his tail, surprisingly shaking him, despite the sharp claws embedded in the ground. Yet, under the grating friction sounds, the Plague Doctor couldn’t help being drawn closer to Lawrence, until Lawrence suddenly exerted his force, abandoning defense, swinging the Nail Sword towards the Plague Doctor’s head.
Scorching fire adhered to the blade, boiling as it flowed through Lawrence’s blood.
Heavenly fire descended.
The instantaneous light nearly illuminated the entire dim underground, magnified infinitely in the Plague Doctor’s bloodshot pupils, like an approaching scorching sun.
First, was the roaring sound, as if a boulder was being shattered under imnse force, followed by a whirlwind of dust and debris swept up by the sword pressure, with the wild dancing blazes.
The thick dust dispersed in a few seconds, Lawrence stood on cracked earth, his Nail Sword already broken, this strike not only destroyed the opponent but also shattered his weapon.
His figure swayed slightly, yet stood firmly. Lawrence lowered his head, seeing his abdon turned into a dark void, everything inside shredded to foul blood by the Plague Doctor’s tail spike, combined with his recent brutal attack, his abdon was completely hollowed out.
Except for the spine still supporting his body, nothing was left, such a severe injury that even Secret Blood could barely heal. Moreover, Lawrence had no ti for Self-Healing, because the Plague Doctor wasn’t dead yet.
In front of Lawrence, red blood splattered across the cracked earth, steaming upward, with a still-twitching severed tail, reluctantly swaying but ultimately settling into the calm of death, looking forward could be seen the dying Plague Doctor.
"Terrifying indeed, Lawrence, can a monster like you really die?"
The Plague Doctor coughed up blood, recalling that eting on the sea, where Lawrence said he was destined to die in the foretold future.
Back then, the Plague Doctor didn’t think much of it, after all, everyone dies, it’s inevitable, even he could die in the pursuit of Truth, but now it seems laughable.
A monster like Lawrence, can he really die? If he can die, then what kind of terrifying thing could kill him?
"Yes, I will die."
Lawrence stated simply and walked towards the Plague Doctor.
The mont that fatal blow descended, the Plague Doctor knew, he was keenly aware he couldn’t withstand it, no one could. For this, he swung his claws to sever his own tail, thus escaping Lawrence’s pursuit, but he was still a step too slow, touched by that fatal sword light.
Scorching white flas burned at his wound, the downward slash nearly split the Plague Doctor completely. The wound split open from his forehead, slashing diagonally across his nose and chin. Amid the filthy blood, the white bone beneath was revealed, and then the chest, where the proliferating Scale Armor couldn’t withstand the strike, splitting open a dark fissure, the heart within beating rhythmically.
Whether it was Lawrence’s rcy or sothing else, these two fatal blows had great potential to kill the Plague Doctor in a single hit, but like sheer luck, each ti missed by just a small margin, failing to kill him.
It seems he’s really going to die here, the Plague Doctor pondered Lawrence’s manner, but never imagined such resilience, though thinking deeper, it made sense. He was this kind of lunatic, underestimated his madness, the Plague Doctor thought he still had room to maneuver with Lawrence.
Should he beg Lawrence?
Get on his knees, disgracefully licking his shoes, promising he’d behave and work obediently until the arrival of that final battle?
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