Plague Doctor

Around the altar there was a low and consistent sound of the curse, and every rhythm was eccentric and aggravated fanaticism, as if it had not been pronounced by humans.

In the veil of this spell, Gu Jun's illusion triggered by the anatomical knife in his hand broke through the obscure mist of the past and the unknown...

Written aliens appeared in some of the letters as if they had lost long-standing memories:

[I miss my years at Callup College. Every day, he studied medicine, studied all kinds of classics, discussed different propositions with teachers and classmates, and was indulged in an ignorant joy. I wish those days weren't over.

But I know that's no longer possible, and I have to admit with shame that I failed.

My strength and wisdom are nothing before this terrible storm. I think that even if we continue down this road, we may not have a chance to defeat that strange creation, nor to touch the true meaning of life, medicine, the universe of time and space beyond our intelligence.

Death may give me another answer.

As for healing the world… please also tell my classmates that everyone should have their own pursuits and not be discouraged by my decision. Especially tell Rebdi Payani that he is capable enough to take over my job, don't give up, but I have to go first.

Gu Jun felt like he saw visions, but these visions seemed to be happening to him.

On a dead, lonely cliff, the cold wind kept blowing, almost blowing the rocks on the edge of the cliff, and he stood there.

He looked far away, and the sea seemed to be tumbling over black waters. He suddenly raised the anatomical knife on his hand and wiped it down his neck vigorously. The sharp blade instantly cut the flesh, cutting off the trachea and the common carotid artery.

Blood erupted wildly and was scattered on the stone by the sea breeze. He made a painful sound of breathlessness...

Tired body swayed a few times, finally kneeling slowly on the ground, he stared at the infinite sea and muttered: “Destroy, destroy...”

He repeated the word over and over again. The blood quickly stained the rocks around him. His voice became weaker and more difficult...

His spirit and flesh were returning to silence, but it was also at this time that he felt something appear behind him, slowly looking back.

Just a few steps behind me, I don't know when, I don't know where it came from, Nine Shadows are standing there, all obscured by the darkness, I can't see clearly whether it is a human shadow, a beast shadow, or any other kind of shape. I don't know if it's really standing there, or if it's a distorted illusion of time and space.

“Lilore-Langton.” Among the nine shadows, a dark voice sounded calmly, saying to him: "The rulers of the old days already have a satanic seat ready for you. Above human cognition, there is a greater Orthodoxy. ”

He looked at the shadows, and he saw a light, even though it was a projection of the Dark Abyss.

It was the light that finally found its way.

He stood up shaking and dropped a bloody anatomical knife in his hand, and he said with the last of his strength: "Those Oui... I want to know. ”

Suddenly, this illusion burst into pieces, Gu Jun suddenly breathed, the trachea was contracting, and the common carotid artery was beating, all without breaking.

Gu Jun saw himself still in the altar, surrounded by Xue Ba, Uncle Egg, Lin Mo and others, he could recognize each of them again.

Holding this Kalop scalpel, which was used to dissect the Fae and also to commit suicide, the body and mind gave way to the taste of a gum springs after a long thirst.

He can move again. His will as Gu Jun has come back completely, firmly occupying this body.

The agitation and darkness of the sons of bad fortune were suppressed by another feeling that was revived by illusions and fuelled his will. In the depths of his mind, it feels like the expectations of others, like his will:

“Don't give up... end the chaos... you are the result...”

This feeling is accompanied by countless obscure shadows and thousands of distinct synonyms.

And some new experiences of spells, Gu Jun still doesn't know the specific spellology, but he remembers a spell...

“Joon?” Everyone in the team was disturbed. Only Xue Ba, the most resilient of the will, was able to tremble and speak. He also first noticed that Gu Jun seemed to have changed back.

At the same time, the wings are becoming louder and louder.

All but four of the people in red were calm, and the black men had a deformed twist on the face of a dead paper.

The mysterious pattern on their robes seems to be full of spells, because they run with horrible and abominable spells:

"ךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךךך;ךךךךךךךךךך ”

Gray fog gradually faded away, and every giant tree around the altar turned out to be a great banyan tree, between the shadows, and those shady twisted branches seemed to be made of a combination of corpses. Is it these banyan trees that project the birth into outer space, spreading the pain and fear of disease...

The red light grew stronger and faster in the stone lines of the altar, all flowing towards those four pillars, and the ceremony was almost complete.

But all of a sudden, the wolf beasts were the first to smell the change, and the pricks drooped, some of them restlessly clamping their tails.

Gu Jun, who could not have spoken, spoke, and his voice was steady and fearless:

“Do you... do you really know who the ‘son of bad luck' came to you by your call? ”

There's not much to know about this answer. In alien civilizations, in Earth civilizations, both.

Because that man, presumed to have committed suicide.

The power he received at the bottom of the Longkan Sea was not clearly understood in the next life...

Gu Jun looked at the still calm but obviously doubtful dead face. His face grew cold and heavy, "Are you ready to be devoured by the devil before waking him up? ”

Langton has missed his years and his mentors, and so does he. He won't give up.

The suppressed dark will in his body swelled again, but this time he freed himself, and these dark forces beyond his grasp will consume him completely at any moment. At this moment, he has no fear, and opens his mouth to issue that alien spell and forcibly overwhelms all the power of the altar:

“Destroy, destroy, destroy!” Gu Jun repeatedly cried out, in different directions, and sent the sound from the abyss, "Destruction! ”

In the alien language, "destruction” means “bad fortune”.

Every time he shouted more, the darkness of the will was more than one point, and the light in front of him was confused.

It's like seeing rotting debris in an autopsy, like seeing a pile of dead bodies in a stone chamber illusion.

But his voice had become the sound of a landslide tsunami, just a few moments before the altar exploded in pieces, and the four pillars had fallen, and a creepy thunderbolt had burst from the ground, and the earth was shaking, and that 5,000-meter spinning stone ladder was collapsing.

All the living wolf beasts roared in horror and rushed around.

The disenchantment around the altar broke, and the faces of those in black and red changed, and they appeared more real than they had just been.

And their chanting spells have long stopped.

“Destruction...” Gu Jun's entire face was whitewashed and weird. He grabbed a sub-machine gun from the immobile Xuebao next to him and then pointed it at the newborn members in front of him, especially the man in red who had just spoken.

“Destroy!” His right index finger pulled the trigger, the fire came out, bang, bang, bang, bang...

Xue Ba, Uncle Egg and Lu Xianning, who had returned to God, were all stunned by the scene.

At last, the bullets fired by the assault rifle did not go through the shadows, but through the bodies of the men in black and red, with broken heads and splashes of flesh. These dead men, who have just blasphemed the devil, have fallen into incredible blood.

There is no strange and horrible spell in this woodland space, and there is an echo of grievances in hell.