"Are you listening to me? Child."
Lancelot's actions couldn't interfere with the Plague Doctor at all. The Armor of Original Sin was also quite large, and now that he was close, Lancelot momentarily couldn't harm the Plague Doctor. The Plague Doctor clung tightly near the Face Armor, his gaze behind the lenses continuously peering at Lancelot behind the steel.
"There's another enemy!"
Lancelot roared, and others had already noticed the Plague Doctor's presence, but they were unable to help him.
All the ammunition had long been exhausted. The weapons in the hands of the survivors were mostly close-combat Folding Blades. Besides, it was unclear what mysterious abilities the Plague Doctor possessed, and now that he was entangled with the Armor of Original Sin, the others couldn't intervene at all.
"Don't be in such a hurry, child. Can't we have a good talk?"
The Plague Doctor grinned, seemingly forgetting his mission and was instead drawn to Lancelot.
