Endless Debt.

Chapter 816

Human nature is complex and sometimes contradictory. Bologo considers himself the chosen savior and fights for all mankind. Similarly, he also feels that he is a heinous sinner who often resorts to cruel and inhumane methods. To deal with your own enemies.

"The shackles of the precepts are to prevent our hearts from deteriorating on the way to achieve our ideals, and thus sink into those things we once hated. However, the precepts are not static, and they should also change with the changes of the times.

When the precepts in order to protect our nature start to slow down our progress towards our ideals and become a stumbling block, we should improve it and even abandon it decisively. "

The priest's words echoed in Bologo's ears. His words subverted the teachings and were simply irreverent, but his beliefs were so devout that even Bologo could not deny the transcendent divinity in him.

"Beliefs, precepts, rules, codes, morals... all these things are essentially to help more people live a happy life, so as long as this goal is achieved, I don't think there is any need to care about the difference in means."

Bologo savored the priest's words, and he rarely resonated with another person, and he couldn't help whispering, "Tools are just tools to achieve goals."

Standing in the dark alley, Bologo was immersed in some gradually rising emotions, until Amy's voice sounded, breaking this state.

"What are you muttering about?" Amyu asked in great confusion, "Also, what were you talking about with that priest just now?"

"No muttering, just talking to myself."

Burrog said casually, "As for what we're talking about... He and I are just talking about each other's values."

"How is the result?"

"We hit it off by accident."

Burrowgo admired, "When I listened to him talk about evil and good, I was like looking at my own shadow."

"Oh?" Amy said, "It seems that he is really unique, and you rarely give a person such a high opinion."

"It's just resonating," Burrog's expression became serious, "but this is not a good thing."

"why?"

"He is very similar to me, and I, I know what kind of person I am," Burrog's voice lowered, "If it weren't for those warm redemptions, I would probably become an extreme madman, like For a person like me, one is enough."

Bologo breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, there is nothing unusual about him, and I didn't notice the implantation of the alchemy matrix. He is just a priest with extreme ideas and a very pious spirit."

"But that's not how you behaved just now."

Amyu's voice was full of worry, "I can feel that you instinctively have an inexplicable hostility towards him, and you even said that you were angry. At one point, I thought you would draw out the blade and cut him down."

Burlogo tried to recall the emotions just now, but his thoughts were blank, "Is there?"

"Are you doubting me?"

Burrog fell silent, turned his head, and looked at the bleak, dilapidated church at the end of the low building.

"Are you sure he's really all right? Is there any response from your umbilical cord?"

Because of his high connection with the devil, Bologo is like a walking evil radar. With its umbilical cord, he can accurately catch the enemies lurking in the dark, which is why Bologo is very suitable for this kind of inspection work.

"At first, the umbilical cord did respond."

Burrog's voice was emotionless, "It pointed directly at the priest, but then, its direction was deflected and pointed to the other side."

Bowing his head, the dark umbilical cord was looming, dancing wildly in mid-air like a tentacle that broke Burrog's stomach.

"It should be said that the direction it points to is constantly changing. Either there are many enemies around us that are connected to the devil, or the enemy I noticed is constantly moving."

Bologo looked in the direction of the big rift, and said uncertainly, "It may be affected by the evil of this world, it is like a huge source of pollution, even here, the strange influence can pass through the abandoned place directly to Greystone Town."

After continuous promotion, Bologo's perception also improved, and it was only after he became a negative person that Bologo skillfully controlled the umbilical cord and turned it into his own perception tool.

"That's all right," Burlogo said. "We've got time to scour the town and we'll always find the problem."

Bologo turned and walked towards the new town. It was getting dark, he had been walking for a day, and it was time to rest.

"It reminds me of the horror movies I watched before," Amy said.

"Which one are you referring to?" Burrog casually reported a series of scary-sounding movie titles, ""Opus Hammer Massacre"? Or "Crazy Night"?"

""Scarlet Dead Town", "Ai Miao said, "is the movie about a group of unlucky ghosts who step into a closed town and find that the townspeople eat the human flesh of outsiders."

Thinking of the plot of the movie, Amy felt nauseated. She couldn't figure out why Burlogo and Palmer liked this kind of thing. Other people's physical reactions were disgusting, but they could eat French fries while watching it. He looked interested, and would comment a few words if he had nothing to do.

"If it's me, it should be more efficient."

"No, no, no, Bologo, this is not a job for them, but a kind of sports enjoyment, of course it is how they enjoy themselves."

Conversations like this are repeated over and over again.

"Do you think we are the group of unlucky people who strayed into the town now?"

Burrogo's voice awakened Amy from his memory, and Amy responded, "Otherwise?"

"I don't think so. "Scarlet Dead Town" is classified as a horror film, because the protagonists are a group of ordinary people who have no ability to resist. They don't even have the courage to swing a knife at others. For the table roast.

But replace the protagonists with a well-trained and armed elite squad? "

Bologo continued to diverge his thinking. After thinking about it carefully, Bologo felt that it was unexpectedly interesting to arrange the story in this way.

"This elite team will wash these brutal townspeople with blood. This is no longer a horror movie, but a hearty and hearty movie," Burrog continued, "Now replace this elite team with me..."

Accompanied by Burlogo's narration, the inexplicable shadow that shrouded Amyu's heart immediately dissipated.

Yes, when Burlogo stepped here, even if what happened next would be the plot of a movie, then the plot would definitely be reversed.

It wasn't that the townspeople came to kill the unlucky guy who entered by mistake, but that this unlucky guy wanted to chase and kill all the townspeople.

"Keep watching, I have a hunch I'm going to find something interesting here," Burlogo said.

"Well...Speaking of it, why are there two single rooms?"

"what?"

Amy's voice sounded a bit sly, and Burlog could already imagine that she was hugging her head like a cat, and her sharp cat claws gently pricked the skin.

"What, are you shy?"

……

Watching Burrogo leave, the priest's hanging heart finally fell to the ground, and his indifferent and serious expression immediately became distorted, like a hungry and bloodthirsty wild beast.

He tore open his neckline, panting heavily, sweat dripped from his body, and the steaming heat rose. The priest felt dizzy, and his steps became messy and staggered. He leaned on the wall and walked into the rear room with difficulty, and then Walk down the long staircase and into the deep basement.

There were several shocking cracks hanging on the mold-covered walls. Geological changes caused most of the place to collapse. It took a long time for the priest to clean it up again.

The priest stumbled, opened an iron gate, slammed into it, and fell hard on the ground, breaking his knees and elbows.

His breathing became painful, but he knew that he couldn't stop, he had to deal with these things before losing his mind.

The priest stood up struggling, closed the iron door, took off the brown glasses on the bridge of his nose, his blood-colored pupils gleamed in the darkness.

Picking up the chain covered with thorns and thorns from the shadows, the priest didn't care that the thorns and thorns cut his hands, and tied it around his body until he couldn't move.

Until this moment, the priest finally heaved a sigh of relief, and his exhausting struggle was finally relaxed, and at the moment when his mind was relaxed, he let out a low growl like a beast.

The priest clearly felt his own sinking, a frightening frenzied desire surged in his heart, his body swayed uncontrollably, struggling hard, the chains were deeply embedded in his body, his eyes were red, his mouth There was a series of creepy breathing sounds.

"Blood! Blood! Blood!"

The priest roared uncontrollably, his throat was filled with the taste of blood, his eyes were crazy and strange, not human.

The blood of the night clan brought the power of immortality, but it also created a hole in the priest's soul, and that empty hole needed endless blood to satisfy, and this was the blood thirst that plagued the night clan.

The priest didn't know about this, he just felt that he couldn't drink the blood of others, otherwise he would sink even more in evil, and be reduced to the same level as those crazy monsters.

It sounds hypocritical, but until this moment, the priest still felt that he was not a monster.

The priest tried his best to resist the desire for blood, but the more he resisted, the stronger the desire became, and he was immersed in the spell of longing, almost forgetting his identity.

He hit the wall repeatedly, and the shackles on his body made harsh friction sounds. This painful struggle lasted for an unknown amount of time, and the priest slowly came to a rest as if he had exhausted all his strength.

The priest fell into a pool of blood, looking like he was dying, but soon, his fragmented body healed itself at a high speed, the rising thirst for blood subsided, and reason and sobriety returned to the priest's eyes.

Weary and painful sighs sounded.

The priest slowly took off the chains on his body, raised his hand to support the wall, even though he survived another round of thirst and blood, but there was still an endless sense of emptiness in his heart, for a moment, the priest actually Some cowardly thoughts sprouted, and he felt that he couldn't hold on anymore.

But such thoughts are only for a moment.

Putting on the brown glasses again to cover up the blood in his eyes, the priest straightened up again.

Picking up the chain, the priest's eyes became complicated. At first he just thought it was an ordinary chain, but as it was stained with more and more blood, the red rust on the chain was slowly changing, like It's like molting, peeling off layer by layer.

What makes the priest even more weird is that as long as the chain is wrapped around it, it can bring infinite power to itself, which is the same as killing intent, and the chain itself also has a certain unique ability.

It was by relying on the power brought by the chains that the priest solved those dangerous enemies.

"Contract?"

The priest said in a low voice, this name was interrogated by the priest from those people, and they used this name to refer to the chains in their hands.

They were also surprised by their existence and called themselves "Night Clan". From their mouths, the priest also learned a lot of interesting information, such as the alchemy matrix.

Thinking of this, the priest felt that time was running out. He opened the closed iron door and walked deeper into the basement. At the end of the dark, the iron door of the cell was covered with solidified blood.

The moment the prison cell was opened, a bloody and rancid smell rushed over, as if countless corpses were piled up together, and the sticky and corrupt blood was half coagulated, flowing slowly and fermenting.

The cell was pitch-black, with only a few dim lights flickering. The criminal was handcuffed on an iron chair, and his whole body was tightly bound. He had been tortured for several days, and there were scars and cracks everywhere on his body, almost equivalent to a A bloody wreckage.

The priest rubbed his painful head and tried to lift his spirits. He skillfully picked up a heavy hammer from the door without any warning, and hit the prisoner's head hard, making a heart-pounding sound.

The prisoner groaned in pain. The sudden blow brought great pain and fear. The blood on his body seemed to leak from a broken water polo and splashed on the ground.

The priest breathed heavily, and without holding back his hand, he swung the hammer again and smashed the sinner's knee.

He knew that this level of damage was not enough to kill this group of people, this group... these people called sublimation people.

Sublimation, a mysterious group in charge of extraordinary power.

The battle with them was not easy, but the priest still won. During the interrogation, the priest learned that they were just a group of ordinary, first-stage sublimers. Listening to them, they were just the first spies, and there would be more powerful ones later. People.

The priest felt the pressure, and even now he could recall the thrill of the battle, and it would have been difficult for the priest to win without the chain they called the bond.

Staring coldly at the sinner's face, the priest lifted his foot and kicked the sinner's stomach hard. The sinner's body trembled, almost unable to support it, and began to shake non-stop.

"Huh... where did we talk last time?"

The priest pulled over the chair beside him, and he sat down exhaustedly. He had just escaped from the thirst and blood, and his body and mind suffered great wear and tear.

The sinner spoke, but his answer did not satisfy the priest.

"You lunatic."

He cursed feebly, the piercing pain pervaded his whole body, his body had been cut off, the bones and internal organs were exposed, and the blood was gurgling continuously.

If it were an ordinary first-stage decondenser, this kind of injury would be fatal, but the sinner was still alive, and the priest obviously noticed this, so when he tortured these people, he tried his best to inflict great trauma on them, making them It hurts so much.

The priest ignored the sinner's words, but said to himself.

"I remembered where we talked last time."

The priest's eyes were extremely cold, "Whose spies are you, why did you come to this small town, and why are you full of evil aura?"

The sinner showed a ferocious smile and his voice was hoarse.

"They will find you and kill you. You can't survive just relying on the power of the contracted object and the night clan!"

The priest sighed, opened the cabinet on one side, and took out the prepared murder weapons, knives, needles, pliers, knives and forks, etc. from it.

A few minutes later, an astonishing scream came from the cell, and the sound was about to penetrate the basement, turning into a wail in the wilderness, which made people palpitate.

When the door of the cell was opened again, the floor and walls of the entire room were already messed up with flesh and blood, like a bloody slaughterhouse.

The priest dragged the sinner's body.

Before cleaning up the place, the priest couldn't help thinking about a problem, a brand new problem.

"What is the Gorilla Sect?"

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(End of this chapter)