The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Ghosn appeared to want to protest, but with a towel stuffed in his throat, he could only manage a whimper.

Just then, Davis's eyes narrowed. He had spent years venturing into wilderness and ruins, so he had an almost acute sense of impending danger.

He saw that the lump of rotten flesh that Fran had cut off had now reformed into a human shape, trembling as if it were about to stand up.

"Watch out, Dr. Fran! That lump of flesh is still alive...it's getting closer to you!"

"Ok, I know."

Fran nodded calmly, then raised Haida's Hunter's standard pistol and pulled the trigger three times in succession at the rotting flesh that had barely taken on a human shape.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Grayish smoke billowed from the muzzle, and three streaks of azure flame shot from the rotting flesh. Originally, this thing was merely a secondary product of a strange spirituality, and under the bombardment of the steel-core secret technique bullets, it instantly lost its remaining vitality.

It must be said that Sister Heda's gadgets were surprisingly effective at clearing out monsters like these...

"Alright, let's continue with the second course of treatment... Father Gorn. Otherwise, given your current injuries, you'll die from infection and blood loss by 0 PM that very night."

Ghosn's eyelids twitched slightly a few times.

That terrifying demon was killed by her with just a few simple shots? Although he felt a little unreal, looking at that decaying, graying body, the fact seemed undeniable.

He no longer dared to raise any objections and nodded somewhat woodenly.

Moments later, the cleaning, suturing, and bandaging of some areas were completed. Because Father Ghosn's contact with the putrefactive substances was on his lower body, his main injuries were also located there.

"How are you feeling, Father Ghosn?"

Fran pulled the towel out of Ghosn's mouth and then asked.

"not bad……"

Ghosn said this almost through gritted teeth.

In fact, there was a moment during the surgery when he even regretted being born. He also nearly lost control of his bladder several times.

But he dared not refute the seemingly harmless girl in front of him. After all, the scene of her taking down that devil with three shots was still vivid in his mind... and the whole process of her firing the gun was too calm, she didn't even blink.

I initially thought this woman, known as a "monster" in the medical field, was just a puppet propped up by her team. Now it seems she's definitely not a normal person...

“In that case, we must go. Father Gorn, although your condition is rather precarious, I still hope you can catch up in a bit…”

As he said this, Fran called Davis to help her gather up the medical instruments, such as scalpels, that were on the floor.

"Me? Keep up?"

Ghosn repeated the two words with a hint of doubt.

"How am I supposed to move in my current state, and... where are you all going?"

Fran raised his index finger slightly and slowly answered his question.

“We’re going to Ms. Tames’ room now. We’ve already been to Mr. Krull’s, but unfortunately, he didn’t survive.”

"They've gone mad!"

Upon hearing Fran's plan, Father Gorn couldn't help but voice his doubts. He was in a near-hysterical state, and despite his fear of the girl before him, he couldn't control his emotions.

"Without a doubt, Hanover Palace is a haunted house! Those terrifying rumors about evil spirits and demons are all true! You were turned into a little girl, I encountered that monster, and if we stay any longer... who knows what will happen next."

"We should be thinking about how to escape as soon as possible... As for the others, they're not important at all!"

After Wu Ghosn finished speaking, he realized his loss of composure and felt a wave of fear wash over him.

He looked up at Fran, only to find that the girl was also looking at him with a half-smile.

Fourthly, "If we only judge the content of this statement, you are indeed right. Egoism has never been a fault."

Zhong Fran lightly raised his index finger and gently circled the braid beside his ear, seemingly playing with it unintentionally.

"But my plan won't change. If you have other ideas, you can try them on your own."

As Q spoke, she slowly walked towards the door of the prayer room.

"However, I have one last thing to remind you. The noise here was quite loud just now, and that 'Corruption' outside that can track sounds will come sooner or later. And this noise... will also attract Krull here."

The monster that followed the sound... Listening to Fran's concise description, Ghosn felt a surge of fear. He didn't even care about the pain in his body.

If that monster is called "Corruption," then it should look similar to the guy who just harassed him. Only much more terrifying; otherwise, Fran wouldn't need to dodge at all; he could have taken it down with a gun.

But then she said Krull would be lured there too… What does that mean? The doctor clearly mentioned before that Krull didn't survive…

He was turned into an evil spirit by this mansion?

Ghosn's finger muscles twitched uncontrollably as a less-than-pleasant guess surfaced in his mind.

"Peng."

The sound of the door closing echoed. While he was still lost in his own speculation, Fran had already called Davis and left the room.

"Please, please wait for me!"

Ghosn quickly got up, ignoring the pain from his aggravated wound, and struggled to chase after the two.

In this situation, being abandoned was tantamount to being discarded. He didn't think he could survive in this dangerous mansion on his own.

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In the corridor of a side hall of the Hanover mansion, the "corruption" covered in wounds was slowly writhing.

At this moment, the human limbs embedded in its body have become broken and mangled, and its original posture resembles that of a centipede.

At this moment, the centipede looked as if most of its limbs had been stripped away, leaving only fragments of flesh and blood hanging from its body.

Its rudimentary intelligence failed to comprehend what the other was. Why did it possess no trace of flesh and blood, cold as metal, yet display ferocity and agility far surpassing that of wild beasts in the midst of battle?

Corruption, weary of its opponent's deadly struggle, opted for a tactic it had almost never used before… escape. In this respect, it possessed a unique advantage; the darkness of the entire mansion could provide cover if it so desired.

But for some reason, it always felt that the annoying metal monster was still chasing it, like a hunter tirelessly searching for its prey.

　Just then, Corruption heard a sound slowly approaching from afar.

The man, dressed in a blood-stained chef's uniform, carried two blood-stained knives used for chopping bones, and walked slowly and unsteadily. It was Krull.

Krull was shrouded in a thick gloom and filth, so Corruption did not intend to attack him. However, it also did not intend to confront him head-on, so it slowly concealed itself in the shadows.

"That woman, that woman! Ha... I must grind her to pieces, make her into a whole table of dishes, and then chew and swallow her bite by bite..."

His rage was almost uncontrollable, to the point that black veins bulged like snakes on his arms and neck.

Clang—Clang—

Just as Krull was consumed by his burning rage, he heard the sound of metal boots stomping on the ground coming from directly in front of him.

Looking up, a tall, grey-silver knight's armor stood not far away. A deep blue light flickered in the slits of its helmet, like human eyes.

It held a long halberd and looked at Krull with an expression that seemed to be sizing him up.

Soon, the knight's armor sensed the dense, foul aura emanating from the person before him. A fierce blue light burned within its eyes, its disgust for the evil being almost overflowing.

Corrupted individuals are everywhere, and a nauseating stench permeates the air. This is likely a den of demons... It must be thoroughly eradicated and purified, leaving no hidden dangers behind.

The demons and evil spirits kept stirring, and all he could do was slaughter them again and again... and constantly question his own heart to ensure that it remained loyal.

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Chapter Fifty-One: Primitive Law [The Ghost Mansion]

Krull and the armored knight clashed violently, like two intertwined phantoms.

In an instant, the sound of intense metal clashing rang out one after another, incessantly.

In just a brief exchange, Krull's bloodshot eyes widened in disbelief. Even the simmering rage in his chest seemed to be temporarily suppressed.

This guy... his movements are very strange.

How can I describe it? It's a sense of fluidity.

Knight's armor should have been very heavy, but the opponent moved as if he were a normal person without armor, without any hindrance. Moreover, the angle of each thrust of the halberd was so strange and tricky that he often had no chance to react before being hit.

If fighting is an art, then it is probably well-versed in it.

Looking at the two deep blue glimmers in the other person's eyes, Krull felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had been seen through.

Even if it stands still and does nothing, it has already anticipated all the possible actions it might take and prepared corresponding countermeasures.

Krull served in the Kingdom Navy and frequently engaged in combat after becoming a navigator on the Fenrir.

Undoubtedly, he had some experience in killing... and after being turned into a "cook" in Hanover, this experience in executing his own kind was preserved and deepened.

But at this moment, he felt that the combat skills he had accumulated over thirty years were crude and inadequate in the face of a suit of armor. The gap between the two was an insurmountable chasm, like an infant looking up at a giant.

In close combat, every moment is stretched infinitely long, and even a brief lapse in concentration can determine the course of the battle. Before Krull could even form a flash of inspiration, the halberd in the knight's armor swung down suddenly, severing his arm.

"when."

The blood-stained kitchen knife lay on the ground, while Krull's severed arm still gripped the handle tightly.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it..."

He clenched his teeth, the pent-up frustration and irritability surging within him like a tidal wave. Nine

Not only am I going to be fooled by that woman, but I'm also going to be toyed with by this metal shell in front of me?

Krull roared in anger, but just as he opened his mouth, the steel halberd of the knight's armor pierced precisely into his throat.

...It seems that demons, no matter where they are, all enjoy making this kind of meaningless noise. (鳀)

"Heh..."

Krull vomited a pool of black, putrid blood, resembling sludge. Despite his severe injuries, a strange smile inexplicably appeared on his lips.

He finally understood where this strange feeling was coming from. Lu

Although this knightly armor far surpassed him in martial arts and combat experience, each of its attacks was primarily probing, and mostly ended in a half-hearted attempt… as if walking on thin ice.

This is probably because its body... is not as sturdy as it imagined.

That's exactly what happened.

The armor available to the knight at this moment was far too primitive, bordering on rudimentary. While the halberd in his hand was convenient, it paled in comparison to the Heavenly Punishment Force Field Halberd that the Gray Knights were accustomed to using.

The armor he wore was only of relatively good quality steel, and could even be penetrated by muskets.

Several times during the battle, it instinctively reached for its waist, but unfortunately, a fully loaded magazine of the Storm Bolt Rifle wasn't there. Otherwise, dealing with the corrupted human before it would have been a simple matter of pulling the trigger once.

After figuring out the underlying reasons, Krull's expression turned gloomy and ferocious.

The darkness and filth surged within him, as if they would burst forth from his body.

But the knight's movements remained steady and unwavering; he merely stirred the halberd in the opponent's throat, aiming to destroy his spine.

It has encountered more powerful enemies and fallen into more desperate situations... but none of that will change what it is meant to do.

—To "purify" all the filth within sight.

It was struck like a sieve, torn into pieces, and burned to ashes.

Although this makeshift body made of steel armor is rather frail, if you underestimate it because of that... then you might as well ask the previously rotten centipede-like "corruption" why it ultimately chose to escape.

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Fran led Davis through the dark and cramped side hallways. Father Ghosn limped behind them, his injuries preventing him from falling behind.

However, the stitches on Ghosn's body were solid and secure, and even though he had just finished treating his external wounds and started moving around, there was no loosening of the stitches or bleeding along the way.

As they moved forward, he kept observing Fran, who was walking at the very front of the three.

The girl was wearing a summer-style white silk dress, with her shapely legs encased in snow-white stockings, and the silk jasmine flowers adorning her little leather shoes swaying gently with her steps.

And that relaxed expression made it seem as if he wasn't walking through a haunted mansion, but on a sunny beach.

Ghosn subtly licked his lips.

He wasn't only interested in younger men; any child of the opposite sex held a fatal attraction for him. It was an almost pathological desire to ravage and destroy something innocent and nascent, and then revel in its tear-streaked, desperate state.

He had been in a state of panic for a long time and had no time to think about anything else.

But upon closer inspection now, one can't help but sigh... this monstrous doctor is indeed a beauty.

"call……"

Ghosn exhaled a breath of stale air, suppressing the rising heat within him. He forced himself to stop looking at her.