Endless Debt.

Chapter 817 Champion
York dragged the corpse and moved slowly under the dark night, and the dilapidated ruins came into view little by little. This was part of the collapse of Greystone Town in the disaster. They have lost the meaning of reconstruction, just like scars, located on the In the shadows of Old Town.

When order was restored in Greystone Town, the townspeople used it as a cemetery, and many dead people were buried here...even York was buried here.

Picking up the shovel, York shoveled away the hard soil, his body swung wildly, and the newly healed wound was torn again, but soon, the blood coagulated into a scab, which healed and fell off.

The pain and weakness caused by blood thirst are gradually fading away, and in the process of gradually waking up, many residual hallucinations can't help but appear before Yorke's eyes.

The shovel paused, York seemed to have shoveled something, turned over the soil, and a highly decayed face came into view, the dark eye sockets were facing York, it opened its mouth, hoarse.

"Will your heart be at peace?"

York blinked, the sound disappeared, and the rotting face in the shoveled pit also disappeared.

As if he was used to this distorted illusion, York's expression did not change at all. As early as that night that changed his fate, when the rain mixed with blood seeped into the grave and was sucked and plundered by himself, York's heart It had already cooled down, like a stone, unmoved.

Kicking the broken corpse into the pit and filling it up, York lowered his head, closed his eyes, muttered something, and prayed for the dead.

"For greater justice and greater goodness, I am willing to become an evil sacrifice."

He also repents for himself.

Ever since he witnessed Jamie's body burnt into fine ashes in the sun, York has clearly realized that his soul has no chance of being saved. Burn more sin karma.

As a result, York's heart became iron-blooded and ruthless. He launched a series of brutal massacres in the turbulent town. Those who tried to take advantage of the chaos to do evil were hunted by York, crying and confessing to him under his iron fist. .

Then die.

York will have no mercy for any sinner.

Under York's continuous hunting, the town quickly settled down, and order was rebuilt on the ruins. In the following days, while York led the townspeople to develop, he still maintained a high degree of vigilance against evil, and the town seemed to be heading for a better future. Everyone will gain happiness and live an ideal life.

Until the arrival of a group of unexpected guests.

York still remembered the encounter with them, just like encountering other strangers, the process was very ordinary and nothing special, but the strange thing was that the moment he saw these people, York had a very complicated emotion.

Familiar and loathsome.

There seems to be some kind of dark connection between himself and them, as if they are also cursed by evil forces, and after getting acquainted with them, there will be endless hatred. This is York's instinctive resistance and pursuit of evil hunting.

The following story is much simpler. York watched them secretly. These strangers seemed to be planning something. They tried to reach the Great Rift through the Greystone Rift, but before their plan was implemented, one by one they fell into York's hands.

During the long interrogation, York pried out more and more secrets from them, until tonight, York finally figured out their origin.

Orangutan sect?

It sounds like some kind of religious sect, and York has never heard of their existence, but also, the world is obviously not as simple as York understands.

When York came back from the dead, it was also the moment when his iron-clad worldview of nearly 50 years was shattered. He realized that there were many extraordinary forces hidden in this world. Sometimes, these forces were so close to him that they almost brushed shoulders. And pass.

It took York a period of time to rebuild his worldview. Instead of despair, he became more fanatical, thinking that this was an opportunity given to him by God.

After filling the tomb, York turned back to his own chapel, kneeling under the statue of the god alone, with the chains covered with red rust lying across his body.

York still doesn't know the purpose of the Scarlet Sect's coming here, but what is known is that they will send more people here. From their mouths, we can know that these people are carrying something called an alchemy matrix. Become what is called Sublimation.

What he killed was only the weakest stage among the sublimation ones, and there were two or three stages above them... that was a power that York could never resist.

He realizes that he desperately needs more power to defend his town.

"Does this require more sacrifices to the darkness?"

York stared at the chain and couldn't help whispering softly.

Now York's main power is the chain in front of him. It seems to have some kind of vitality. As the killing progresses and more blood is absorbed, the power of this chain is gradually awakened and liberated.

A force of rage is gradually rising in it, and it is this force that has given York great help, enabling him to fight against those first-stage decondensers.

York sometimes heard voices from the chains, an ancient and obscure language, but York knew instinctively what it meant.

"The thorns bind the painful lock."

York whispered, this seems to be the name of this chain.

He lowered his head and prayed devoutly, looking for the strength to encircle the town. The red chains moved silently, wrapping around York's body silently like a boa constrictor covered in thorns.

York seemed to be completely unaware of this. The evil and crazy power was constantly squirming in his shadow, and even a crimson figure that seemed to be burning appeared little by little.

He was not whole, but a broken figure, head bowed, pouring out a thousand words to York, words of madness and rage.

Somehow, as if there was some kind of connection, at the other end of Greystone Town, the sleeping beast heard the same call.

Bologo suddenly sat up from the bed, his gaze was like a torch, and he scanned the narrow room. The muscles all over his body tensed for a while, and then slowly relaxed.

what happened?

Bologo pressed his palm on his chest, and he suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation in his sleep, as if he was being targeted by the enemy, full of bloody malice.

He thought he was being attacked, but after waking up, everything was normal without any abnormalities.

Bologo looked around the room, but still couldn't find the slightest abnormality. When he opened the window, the town was pitch black and extremely quiet.

Rubbing his forehead, Bologo couldn't fall asleep. After a moment of melancholy, he picked up the suitcase and took out the weapon in it.

For Bologo, maintaining weapons is a great way to decompress and kill time. The first thing he took out was the pitch-black Grudge Bite, which was like an absolutely dark shadow. It seemed that all light could not illuminate it. Glimpse its silhouette from its sharp edges.

When Bologo tried to take out another weapon, the Sawaxe, his hand hovered in mid-air, and a bloody aura came out from the suitcase. Vaguely, Bologo could still hear Hear the sound of dripping blood.

Stretching his hand into the darkness, he grabbed the greasy, human-skin-like leather handle. Bologo took out the hand axe, only to see that the hand ax was exuding an extremely twisted and evil aura at the moment, those attached to the ax The surface of the blade, the rust that is difficult to wipe off, they are like wounds, and blood slowly overflows from the rusted breaches.

After using this weapon for so long, it was the first time Bologo saw it like this, full of eerie feeling.

"The Armed Forces of Origin Sin will attract each other until the only champion is determined."

Sezon's words rang in his ears, and Burrog couldn't help but attribute this anomaly to mutual attraction.

Bologo was thinking, when the holders of the Origin Sin Armament fight each other to determine the only winner, the only champion will surely gather all the power of the Eye of Eternal Wrath, what will happen then?
Burrog couldn't understand this kind of thing, even though he tried his best to understand the shadow of the world, there were still many unsolved secrets lingering in his heart.

But Bologo cared more about the present than these distant futures.

"In this town, is there another owner of the original crime weapon?"

Bologo clenched the hand ax tightly, feeling the temperature coming from it and the constant agitation. Perhaps his heart palpitations also came from this. Sawaxe saw the existence of another source of sin armed, eager to fight bloody with it. Win or lose.

"Kill him, Burrog."

A ghostly voice whispered in Burrog's ear.

"Bring me his head."

A shattered figure appeared behind Bologo. This furious devil didn't care who was his debtor, nor who got the original sin weapon. He only cared about blood and death.

"You will be a champion of blood."

Bologo stuffed the Sawaxe back into the suitcase expressionlessly, and with the buckle locked, the blocking metal largely covered up the evil fluctuations.

The crazy voice failed to have the slightest impact on Burlog. He had long been used to the days of dancing with wolves, and this level of influence could not even make Burrog vigilant.

It's a pity that his good sleep was disrupted, and Bologo sat on the chair like this until the sun tore through the darkness bit by bit, and the hazy light passed through the rift valley and dense fog, and fell hard to Greystone Town superior.

Walking out of the hotel, the cold and humid air refreshed Borrog a bit. The towering cliffs covered most of the light, and the thick fog piled up at the bottom. At a certain moment, Borrog felt like another wandering fork in the road, but It's not that dirty here.

The sky was gray, and after Burrog waited for a while, Amy stretched his waist and walked out unsteadily.

"How was your sleep?" asked Burrog.

"Not bad," Amy yawned, "I don't ask much about the sleeping environment."

Amy looked at Burlogo and asked, "You don't seem to have slept well."

"Some insomnia." Burrog didn't talk about the part about the original sin armed.

"You actually lose sleep?"

"There are more things to think about."

"E.g?"

"For example, this town is definitely not as simple as what we saw," Burlogo looked around, and Greystone Town was waking up from the night, "but the strange thing is that it is too normal, as if someone is deliberately maintaining it." It's the same order here."

"What did you find?" Amy approached Burrog and stood beside him.

Burrog didn't speak, but slowly lowered his head and looked at his abdomen.

The illusory umbilical cord is looming, it sometimes points to the south, and sometimes points to the north, like dancing tentacles, swaying endlessly, Bologo once felt that the power from the Great Rift interfered with his detection, but thinking about it carefully, he I have never encountered such a situation when operating in Opals.

Burrog realized that it might not be his umbilical cord that went wrong, but that the town was full of demon-related beings lurking around every corner, repeatedly pointed to by the umbilical cord.

"The Greystone Rift Valley is an extremely important road," Burrog said suddenly, "from here you can directly reach the depths of the Great Rift and touch the abandoned land."

Burrogo asked Amy, "Who do you think among our enemies would be so obsessed with this passage?"

"Gorilla Sect."

Amy's voice became a little hollow, she still remembered the distortion of the evil in this world, and its origin.

"Well," Bologo nodded lightly, and said casually, "It seems that we know who the enemy we are going to face is."

The Scarlet Sect is also Bolog's old opponent. Before the time axis disorder event, Bolog fought with them non-stop, and even fell into the abandoned land, seeing the existence of evil in this world.

"Do you need to ask the Bureau of Order for help?" Amyu asked.

"No need," Burlogo shook his head. "Just report the situation. As for the problem here, I think I can handle it alone."

"Aren't you a little too confident?"

"It's just that I have a clear understanding of my own ability," Burrogo breathed out, "Even if I face the defender, I still have the ability to fight."

"Let's go, Amy."

While Bologo was speaking, he looked down at his abdomen, trying to find a clear direction from the looming umbilical cord.

"Bologo."

Amy suddenly called Bologo's name, and Bologo turned to look at her, "What's wrong?"

After hesitating for a moment, Aimiao said, "Actually, about the Scarlet Rot Sect, and the evils in this world... I've been thinking about one thing, and I don't know what you think about it."

"what?"

"According to the records, the essence of evil in this world is actually a demon, a demon that fell from a human being who lost his soul, but unlike many demons we slay, it is a fallen from a glorious man."

Amyu's voice became a little nervous, "Then, do other great sins also have corresponding evils in this world?"

"In this world, is there only this one that is evil in this world?"

(End of this chapter)