Plague Doctor

“Do you feel that you are rescuing mortals from their fate, like King Sisyphus of Corinth, who kidnapped the God of Death in the underworld, so that there would be no disaster or death in the world?

However, Sisyphus still died. After his death, he was punished on a steep mountain in the underworld. He spent all his energy to push a boulder from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and then the boulder would roll down the foot of the mountain again, and so on. Sisyphus in vain, Sisyphus who can never finish his hard work, Sisyphus in sorrow.

Pointless, exhausting, never-ending.

Are you sure you want the fate of Sisyphus?

Because you are pushing such a stone now, a stone given by the sun god Kelma.

You are still young and can push once, twice, or three times...but are you sure that you will never despair..."

George Edwin's old words rushed down with the deformed hand with countless tentacles, carrying a huge torrent of spiritual impact, even the members of the joint team who were not at the foot of the black pyramid wall could Feel it.

The breathing of Jones, Kombarov, Li Zhenjing and others became hoarse and dull, and inexplicable pain emerged throughout their bodies.

They fell into a strange mental state, as if they were pushing a huge boulder up the steep and dangerous wall of the Black Pyramid. All they had to do was push it to the top of the pyramid... all their energy and everything was spent. thoughts...

But if you are not careful, the boulder will fall; if there is a sudden drop, the boulder will fall; even if you really push it up, it will still fall.

Mortals are mortal, and all efforts are ultimately in vain.

Mortals will eventually exhaust all their strength, and all struggles will still not dissolve the pyramid and the monolith itself.

I am Sisyphus. Even if I can quell this disaster, save thousands of living things, and gain the highest honor, what is the use? The boulder will eventually fall. Indeed, I am Sisyphus...

"Ah..." Li Zhenjing grabbed his head and became more and more despairing. What was the point of the fight between the Special Operations Department and the Conjuration Department? All these mortal tricks are nothing but ignorance, but the sun will always be high in the sky. As it has always been, from the beginning to the end, the sun has always existed.

Bloodshot eyes quickly accumulated in his eyes, and he rolled on the ground in pain, "Sun God, Sun God..."

The situation of Kombarov and others is not much better. These veterans with rich frontline experience are like this. Newcomers like Lin Shengbo who have not experienced much experience are even more vulnerable.

Lin Shengbo's whole body was twitching and he couldn't control himself. However, out of the corner of his eyes, he was still looking at the crow doctors who were still standing in front of him.

"Hit the crow seal." Xiao Xu commanded. Deng Ximei, Peacock, Mo Qing, Uncle Dan, Wang Ruoxiang, Feng Peiqian and others can still hold on. Regardless of whether what the old man was saying had any philosophical truth, it was a mental shock, like a sharp blade piercing their throats.

They once again played the crow mark, and they had already asked others around them to do the same. However, people like Li Zhenjing, Kombarov and others lacked the connection with the crow, so their previous attempts had little effect. And they are struggling. As long as they can hold on, they may have a chance to fight back at some point.

Boom, boom, boom!

In front of him, George Edwin's weird left hand finally landed close to the ground, swallowing up the bloody mouth of every human head.

But these crow doctors are not afraid at all. If it were a few months ago, this sinister and strange indescribable thing might have made them tremble on the spot, and they would be dominated by the fear brought by this weirdness from then on, but now, They just feel sick.

There are even people inside who are a little bit excited. As long as it is an extraordinary experience, they are excited.

"Shut up!" But it was the woman who shouted, waving a branding iron in her hand, "I'm sorry, I don't recognize the God of Death, the God of the Sun, or Sisyphus, but I recognize the God of Wealth! "She swung the branding iron and stabbed it into the mouth of an incoming tentacle. There was a sizzling sound. The tentacle's head suddenly let out a weird scream and retracted explosively. She swung the branding iron at the other one. Tentacle, while shouting: "A brand-name skin cream costs more than 500, but there are also facial cleansers, lotions, lotions, sunscreens, eye creams, facial masks... It's so sunny here, it's a crow to pay extra!"

At the same time, her companions around her each swung the knives, axes, chains and other instruments in their hands, bang, bang!

The crocodile teeth of the human head caught an axe, but the crow doctor continued to slash straight in, splitting the whole rotten tentacled human head open.

Another crow doctor tied a rusty chain around a tentacle and tore the tentacle in two directly from the middle.

"Let's push once, twice, three times." At this time, Zhou Haorui, who had been at the front, spoke solemnly. The knife he was holding tightly was a medieval doctor's scalpel. "When we get tired, there will be people who come after us to push." The fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time, and then there will be others... Yes, it will never end! But if you want to use this stone to exterminate us, it is an idiot's dream, don't even think about it. Today, we have to destroy us. Push this broken rock up!"

Suddenly, light like lightning piercing the dark night burst out from Zhou Haorui's back, and even the space there was shaking.

From the leather black robe on his body, something was condensing and forming, like substance, but also like an illusion.

With a bang, a pair of huge black wings spread out rapidly, with the feathers showing strange curves. They were the wings of a crow.

Zhou Haorui immediately flew into the air, rushing towards the top of the black pyramid like lightning, stabbing with the knife in his hand, breaking all the way.

Attacking tentacles.

The companions behind him also had lights emerging from their backs. The woman said, "Didn't we agree to push them up? What's the point of flying up now?" Before they finished speaking, their backs unfolded. The giant black wings flew up together.

The tentacles of flesh and blood falling from above could not stop these flying figures, and the wings of the crows blocked the scorching sun.

On the top of the tower, the deformed faces of George Edwin and Harry Fortner were still as dry as the desert, and more tentacles rushed out to trap the flying crows.

On the ground, those who could still watch the battle were surprised again. Those crow doctors were flying...spells? Allogeneic? Or what kind of technology?

"Everyone, be ready, be careful." Xiaoxu stared intently, not losing his cool due to excitement, "This black pyramid is moving, and the enemy's tactics are not over yet!"

Seeing the crowd of crows about to rush to the top of the tower, even Deng Ximei was confused and couldn't predict the outcome. Will she reach the top or break her wings?

Love the Plague Doctor.