Endless Debt.

Chapter 820 Domination
When those scarlet eyes met Tino's, many unsolved mysteries became clear.

The priest in this small town is actually a night clan, and judging from his self-healing speed, his blood rank is not low.

The huge pain made Tino tremble with fear, his throat was torn, and the whistling wind came from the vague wound. Seeing this scene, the others also became panicked, and they pulled the trigger again regardless of the principle of concealment. , trying to shoot York.

York used to be a devout priest, and the word violence was almost insulated from him, but after that night, York became more proficient in using violence, as if he was born to be good at it. At the same time, York also Realize one thing, violence is not evil, violence is just a means to an end.

What matters is the will to dominate violence.

Tino struggled in pain. He was tortured by the chains, his clothes had been crushed and stuck together with flesh and blood.

His expression became ferocious, Tino roared, and rushed towards York, and York did the same. The two rushed to each other almost at the same time.

Tino raised his dagger and slashed at York frantically. Under the influence of the secret energy, countless double images appeared on his figure, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

York waved the chain to block, the knife and the chain kept interlacing, the sound boomed, and sparks continued. Suddenly, York turned around and swung the chain vigorously, sweeping across Tino's waist. Tino tried to cut York's waist open. throat, but the chains are faster than his blade.

After hissing, Tino flew out and knocked over several benches.

York strode forward, grabbed Tino's bloody throat, his fingers forcefully burrowed into his wound, as if trying to snap off his cervical spine, and lifted him up forcefully.

The guns fired.

The figures of the two were almost overlapping, so when the deadly bullets poured out, they either passed by York or hit Tino's body.

York didn't intend to give Tino the slightest chance, the chain was wrapped around his fist in circles, like a hammer full of spikes, and the heavy punch he swung in the next second smashed most of Tino's face.

Bone fragments, blood flying, and even one of Tino's eyeballs burst.

For York, what kind of cruelty and blasphemy is before him, let alone all this happened in the holy church, in front of his statue, but York is no longer as resistant as before, and his eyes are gradually affected by the viciousness. devour.

For a moment, York couldn't help but wonder if he was really on the road to degeneration, but when he thought that his sacrifice could kill many darkness, York felt that being in the darkness was nothing.

Punch!Two punches!

No one taught York how to fight, everything he did came from the instinct of the body.

While holding on to Tino, York repeatedly punched him hard on the head.

York's blood and Tino's blood soaked the chains together, and the blood failed to drip, but was swallowed by the chains.

Like a grand sacrifice, with more and more blood injected, those wound-like rust marks all over the chains are slowly healing themselves.

An uncontrollable rage rose from the bottom of York's heart, burning his internal organs like fireworks, and a strange rhythm echoed in his ears. York could not understand what he said, but he could understand what he meant.

He needed more blood, more death, more killing, and he didn't care whether it came from York or from Tino.

Like the embodiment of concept, his desire is so pure.

In the blink of an eye, under York's heavy punch, Tino's head and most of his chest collapsed. It stands to reason that Tino should have died, but the hanging arms suddenly tensed up, and a series of light trails fell on him. There was a flash of light on the skin, and then the short knife stabbed out suddenly.

Even if York possesses the Thorn Binding Pain Chain and the Blood of the Night Clan, he is too weak, not even a Sublimator, and this has already limited his upper limit.

Under the blessing of the aether boost, the dagger twisted into a galloping light band. York could see its trajectory, but he couldn't stop it. He could only watch helplessly as the dagger hit his arm, splitting flesh and bones .

York's entire arm was bent strangely, leaving only a little flesh sticking together. Fortunately, the arm was not completely severed. Then the light of the knife approached York's eyes. After a burst of sharp pain, the scarlet The scar bloomed along York's chin and cut the bridge of his nose.

"Ha ha……"

York gasped for breath, but the blood flowed directly into his nasal cavity and throat, bringing a sense of suffocation again.

Tino's ferocious face appeared in front of York's eyes. He rushed forward and directly pushed York down. Just when York thought that the deadly knife light would cut his throat, Tino lowered his body and swung from York's neck. , biting off a large piece of flesh and blood.

A strange chewing sound came from Tino's mouth. Along with the flesh and blood, the fatal wound on Tino's body was also healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had the same immortal body as York.

Blessing · bloodthirsty healing.

Tino stood up slowly, York had the immortal body, and so did he.

In this crazy and extraordinary world, it is not uncommon to be immortal.

The heavy shadow completely enveloped York. After a brief shock, he tried to fight back again. With the awakening of power, the chains wrapped around York's torso and embedded in his flesh and blood. The power far surpassing York's own was blessed. It was on him, but when that power wanted to continue to grow, it seemed to have encountered a bottleneck and could no longer grow.

An inexplicable lament came.

York does not possess the alchemy matrix, no matter how much his strength can be improved, it will still be limited to the mortal world. From the very beginning, he was an unlucky ghost who strayed into the mortal world.

"Night Clan? Why are the Night Clan here?"

Tino was panting heavily, and at the same time as he was asking questions, he swung his knife along the way, leaving another hideous wound on York's body.

As long as the continuous damage to the undead makes him tired to heal himself, their strength can be largely limited.

A smell of blood mixed with the aftertaste of metal diffused in the air. York fell to the ground and moaned in pain. The pain hit his spirit hard, but what was more unbearable than the pain was the body and the blood longing.

Ever since he became a Night Clan, York has worked hard to control his desire for blood. He changed the basement into a cell to restrain himself, and sucked the blood of animals when necessary. He tried his best not to cross that red line, but he The more you control, the more your inner desires will skyrocket uncontrollably.

At the same time, York, who lost his blood nourishment, became weaker and weaker, and his self-healing speed began to slow down, and he even became like an ordinary person.

Tino also noticed this, and he was very surprised, "Are you not even a Sublimator?"

Seeing this scene, the strange awkward feeling in Tino's heart became more and more abrupt. The one who hindered their actions was actually a Night Clan, and this Night Clan didn't have a decondenser yet.

Tino couldn't understand the cause of the incident, and felt that the current situation was the product of someone's bad taste.

"Blood……"

York seemed to be saying something. Tino lowered his head, trying to hear what he was saying. Suddenly, the dying York stretched out his hand and hugged Tino's head, as if Tino was eating his flesh and blood. York He also bit Tino's throat, sucking blood.

"Blood!"

York roared in his throat, he was clearly aware of the gap between himself and Tino, but he didn't want to admit defeat yet.

Under the gaze of the god statue, York looked like a demon. His expression became more and more ferocious. The blood of the two mixed together and flowed on the ground, exuding a stench.

Tino stabbed out the blade repeatedly, stabbing York's internal organs into a bloody mess, trying to separate himself from it, but York was unmoved, only caring about the infinite malice.

With the blood entering his throat, the unstoppable hunger was finally relieved, and along with it came a rising vitality, a sense of power surged through his blood vessels, and York could clearly feel that he was coming alive, that is, Just like that night, but his eyes couldn't help but shed blood and tears.

Under the force of evil, York's bottom line is constantly being breached. When he thinks that he is slowly walking into the abyss, the sense of contradiction rises again.

But he couldn't refuse, he had to live, he had to destroy someone, something.

Tino broke free from York's bite, and the price was that the newly healed neck was cut off a large piece of flesh and blood again, and the blood gushed out. York stood up and held his broken abdomen to prevent the internal organs from falling out.

In the dark church, more dim lights lit up, and Tino was not the only enemy who came this time.

The short fierce battle was over, and Tino had all his patience worn out by York, and now he only wanted to destroy York completely.

"kill him!"

In an instant, gunshots rang out.

Several bullets pierced York's body first, followed by more etheric reactions, and weird laughter one after another.

As the fanatics of the Scarlet Sect, they are all protected by the Scarlet Mistress. As long as they have enough flesh and blood, they are all immortal. The cruel bloody battle just now is just a very common thing for them .

The bullets were like a series of heavy punches, hitting York's body back again and again, his mind was in a trance, and the angry voice beside his ear became louder, as if he wanted to take advantage of the void and take away York's mind.

If you can kill them all...

Thinking of this, York made an uncontrollable movement, swung the chain violently, obviously without any injection of ether, but the chain showed extraordinary power at this moment, and on the way of sweeping, the chain quickly split into several pieces. Dao, like a rolled up steel storm.

The fanatic closest to York was still laughing, paying no heed to York's counterattack.They all realized that York did not possess the alchemy matrix.

But when the chain hit the fanatic's body, he seemed to be captured by a wild beast slaughtered at high speed. The sharp thorns tore his skin and flesh, and the strong force transmitted from the metal crushed him. his bones.

The body of the fanatic was crooked and shattered into several pieces. Thick plasma sprayed most of the church, leaving a lingering cloud of blood mist on the spot.

Tino was stunned. Rather than saying that the fanatic was broken by the chain, it would be better to say that he was ordered to destroy it the moment he came into contact with the chain.

Orders cannot be reversed, so he annihilated in a cloud of blood.

Looking at York again, it was an even more scalp-numbing scene.

The chains were like thorns, penetrating through York's body and penetrating into his interior. They were like a huge python, wriggling and crawling inside his body, as if they had vitality, desperately rushing towards York. His heart and brain surged out, trying to completely control him.

York's body convulsed, his eyes turned red, his breathing became heavy and deep, and hoarse words came from his mouth.

"Kill...kill all of you..."

The chains passed through York's body one by one, piercing every pore, every inch of muscle, and every blood vessel mercilessly.

Waves of pain hit York, as if he was in hell, with a pained look on his distorted face, trembling and restlessness all over his body.

Tino stared straight at York, as if another terrifying existence was trying to devour York, turning him into the carrier of his own incarnation, the fear of doing evil.

A shattered figure slowly emerged behind York, and the fragments collided and gathered together, turning into a giant red wolf.

It opened its mouth wide, sucking York into its throat bit by bit.

York's body began to twitch violently, and he let out a stern roar, as if he was trying to vent all his madness and anger, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared fiercely ahead, staring at Tino.

Tino shivered involuntarily, he stepped back and tripped over broken flesh and broken bones.

York walked towards all of them. Under the control of the power of rage, the chains had completely evolved into scarlet thorns. They emerged from York's wounds, like countless pairs of arms dancing wildly in the air. Distorted and deformed, swinging irregularly.

All the substances hit by the thorns were easily crushed. Some people came back to their senses and fired at York, but this did not stop York from advancing. Some people tried to activate the secret energy. A stream of ether had not yet touched York. was shattered by thorns.

Tino couldn't understand what was happening in front of him at all. The power released by the chains was no longer what alchemy weapons could do... Is it a contract object?
"Kill...all the sinners!"

York roared, his body was broken under the savage growth of thorns, but he was firmly bound together by them, countless thorns pierced everyone present, but just as they pierced through their flesh and blood, the church The door was pushed open again.

Suddenly, the world became quiet, and even time seemed to be frozen. Everyone maintained the movements just now, sluggishly in place, motionless, even York.

The high-concentration ether silently vented, filling the entire church, and the power of domination instantly dominated everyone, even the power of thorns and pain locks was tightly restricted.

Burrog stood at the door, his indifferent blue eyes swept across the faces, and finally settled on York.

(End of this chapter)