Endless Debt.

Chapter 823 Coincidence
"York, everyone is a child of God, and they all deserve God's favor."

A familiar voice sounded beside his ears, awakening York's dormant will. Like a baby just waking up, in the hazy light, he tried to reach out and grasp the voice.

"Don't forget your original intention, don't forget our nature."

The voice gradually faded away, and York became a little flustered. He wanted to grab something, but what he held in his hands was nothingness.

At the same time, the vague will gradually woke up, and the pervasive pain enveloped him bit by bit. The brilliance was no longer, replaced by wriggling and turbid darkness. They stretched out countless arms, grasping tightly. Hold York's body and drag him into the abyss.

"what……"

York suddenly opened his eyes, the fear brought by the nightmare has not yet dissipated, and the real pain from his body is like a sharp knife, almost cutting York's mind.

He twitched in pain, the blood was surging in his throat, his veins were swollen, and his muscles were tense. Seeing his painful appearance, the tall figure squatted down and stabbed an injection into York's neck. .

"I've been hunting the night clan, and I've never rescued the night clan, but this thing should make you feel better."

While talking, Bologo injected all of Mangyin's soul into York's body, and was replenished with blood and soul. The hunger and pain that almost shattered York's internal organs finally got a little relief.

York was lying flat on the ground, his chest undulating violently, most of his body was still cracked, the flesh and blood were turned outward along the wound, and the internal texture structure was clearly visible.

With the passage of time, the powerful immortality of the Ye Clan is also gradually manifesting. These fatal wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. York's condition looks much better, but his face is still the same. Morbidly pale.

"His blood rank is very high, at least higher than those night clans I killed."

Based on the analysis of York's self-healing speed, Bologo said, "It seems that a night clan with a high status has personally given blood to him."

"Noble Night Clan? You mean high-ranking Night Clan?" Amyu asked.

"About, at least the kind within three generations," Bologo's eyes became serious, "Why did the high-level Night Clan appear here, and he was given blood? It doesn't make sense..."

"Maybe it was on a whim," Amyu said, "You have seen those high-level night clansmen. When they live for too long, they will inevitably become devil-like and moody."

"You mean Thurley?"

"Besides him, do we have any other high-ranking Night Clan that we are more familiar with?"

"I've had a few," Borrog sighed, "but before I got to know them well enough to get to know each other, we let them die in the sun."

Bologo added, "They are about four generations old, and they can barely be considered high-level night clan."

According to the level of bloodlines, the immortal power possessed by the night clan will also show different strengths and weaknesses. This can be seen from their self-healing speed. Of course, a more direct way to judge is to throw them under the sun a sun.

As the son of the Night King and the lord of the night clan, Threi possesses the extremely pure blood of the night clan. In theory, his self-healing speed can be equal to the burning speed of the sun, so that he needs to bask in the sun for several days before it is possible Kill him completely.

"Oh? He's awake."

Amy noticed York's awakening and reminded Burrog.

York struggled to open his eyes. His scarlet pupils were full of pain. He tried to move his body, but the severe pain in his body made him completely incapacitated. He could only turn his head sideways and look at the condescending Burrog.

"Father, we meet again. If possible, I really don't want to meet you in this way."

As Bologo said, a gleam of light shone in his eyes, and an invisible force enveloped York, slowly lifting him up.

Because of the pleasantness of the previous chat and the kindness on the surface of York, so far, Bologo has maintained great restraint against York and has not used direct violence.

"It's you...a stranger."

York coughed heavily. He recalled the scene he saw before he fell into a coma. Like a demon god, Bologo easily crushed those fanatics, compressing their bodies into bursting blood cells one after another.

What a blasphemous and crazy scene that was, recalling it now, York still feels chills down his spine.Now, he fell into the hands of Burrog.

Burlogo pointed to the outside world and motioned York to look.

"You don't have much time left, Father."

Outside the window, at the end of the dark night, a dim light has already risen, and unconsciously, the time is approaching dawn.

York knew what Bologo meant very well. If his answer did not satisfy him, then he would see the warm sunshine for a long time, and then die in a tragic way.

"The first question, how did you become a night clan?"

Burrog held up a finger, and then he held up a second.

"This weapon, where did you come from?"

The thorny chain of pain slowly floated up. This rusty thorny chain lost all its Extraordinary characteristics, and it was under the control of Bologo just like an ordinary mortal thing. But each of them knew that when this What a burst of power a weapon can unleash when it completely devours a man's mind.

York coughed twice, and he asked back, "I also have a lot of questions, first of all, who are you?"

Burrog approached York and met the scarlet eyes, "Although I have no faith, I respect pious people very much. I don't want to use some violent means against you."

It took York just a few seconds to recognize the status quo. Since that night, he has become less stubborn. This may be a kind of workaround, but also a kind of depravity.

He shook his head with a sincere voice, "I don't know who those people are just now, I only know that they want to hurt people in this town, so I made a move. As for the power I have..."

York was breathing heavily, his lung injury hadn't fully healed, and when he spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse.

"Compared to these, who are you?" York continued, "I can't tell whether you are a group of evil people like them."

Hearing what York said, Burrogo couldn't help laughing. He whispered, "Evil? Father, you are carrying the blood of the Night Clan on your body. You should be very clear about its power...you It's already an unforgivable one."

"Ahem, it's just power, pure power, and its justice and evil depend on how it is used," York said in a neither humble nor overbearing way, "I used it on the bright side, you should have seen this gone."

Bologo has indeed seen it. Greystone Town is thriving, almost eradicating crime, and in this town, there is only one night clan like York.

"It sounds like you've been curbing your desires, haven't you licked other people's blood?"

Burrog couldn't believe it. The previous question had been answered. The reason why the Night Clan didn't break out here was because York controlled himself.

"Yes," said York, "it wasn't easy, so I locked myself in a stone cell and whipped myself up for those blasphemous thoughts."

York's voice was weary. "There have been times when I couldn't take it anymore."

"so?"

"So I will drink the blood of some beasts, and those of the wicked," York went on to explain, "but I have not spread this power, and I know its harmfulness."

His voice became softer, "Not everyone will maintain themselves in the desire of immortality."

Seeing that York was so sincere, Bologo tried to calm down his heart. You must know that even now, Bologo would still be uncontrollably angry at York, wishing to kill him. Influence.

"I'm Bolog Lazarus," Bolog said politely, "how much do you know about this world, I mean the extraordinary part?"

"Not much," York shook his head, "but I can guess roughly, it's nothing more than good and evil."

"Very well, those people I just killed are the evil side in the extraordinary world, and I am the righteous side."

"In the extraordinary world, can it really be distinguished by pure justice and evil?" York asked again.

"No, it's just a conflict of positions," Burlogo said. "I just want you to understand it better."

Burrog murmured in his heart, "It's like choosing a mediocre king and a stupid king. Usually we don't have a perfect choice."

York sighed, "Just as I expected."

"You can think of me as a sheriff, and the guy who gave you the power of immortality is the most wanted criminal," Burlogo emphasized, "I'm not kidding, once this power spreads, what kind of disaster will it cause , you know it well."

"By the way, there is this weapon."

Burrog hung the chain, but did not reach for it. The weapon had already drank York's blood. If he wanted to take it, he seemed to have to kill York first.

Regarding the Rampage champion, Bologo still doesn't know enough. For example, he also speculates whether the power possessed by the Armed Forces of Origin Sin is related to the protection of Rampage.

York hesitated for a moment, and in the end he chose to believe in Bologo. To be precise, in this situation, he had no other option but to believe.

"That happened about six months ago, after the big earthquake."

Yorke recounted the experience at that time, "I was buried alive in the soil, and when I was about to die, I... I felt the temptation of some kind of power."

"You accept the power in order to survive," Burrog said.

"Yes, I accept," York went on. "You may think I'm trying to defend myself, but I do have a reason to live—I want to right my mistakes."

There was firmness in York's eyes, and his firm will could be seen from his words and deeds, which made Burlogo change a little. You must know that he rarely talks nonsense to a potential enemy.

"Did you do it?" asked Burlogo.

"Naturally."

York affirmed, "But our purpose is not over yet, that person, the one who gave me immortality."

"You want to kill him?" Burrog felt a little funny, "Kill this 'benefactor'?"

"He's evil incarnate, a moody monster, and I can see why he'd bring someone like me back to life," York grew angrier. "He just thought it was funny."

"Think about it, let this kind of person live in the world, how many monsters like me will he create, and how many of those monsters like me can maintain my rationality?"

"Very well, at least we have agreed on this point, Father."

Burrog stretched his stiff body, and the questioning went much smoother than he expected, "My purpose is to kill him, so who is he?"

York shook his head, trying to recall everything at that time, without hiding anything.

"I don't know...I questioned him, but he didn't say his name. As for the chain," York looked at the suspended chain, "he also gave me this weapon. He thought I would use it. deserve it."

By now, York has understood what he meant. Even if he is immortal, York still has no chance of winning against the sublimationists without the secret power, so he gave York this weapon, hoping that it will cause more chaos.

As for his purpose... it's just for fun.

"It sounds very in line with the style of the undead," Amy's voice sounded in Burrogo's mind, "There is no purpose, or in other words, the only purpose is to make more trouble."

Burrogo complained in a low voice, "I'm starting to appreciate the existence of the Undead Club. It's like a shelter for problem children. It's hard to imagine what kind of chaos will be caused by throwing these undead into the world."

The more he thought about it, the more Bologo realized the importance of the Undead Club, and he didn't plan to kill York, but planned to bring him to Sezon.

Like a coincidence of fate, as soon as I learned the secret of the violent rage, I met a holder of the original crime weapon.

"Oh, I remembered something." York tried to move his body, but he was completely under the control of Burrog, and he couldn't move. "Can you let me down first?"

The gleam in Burrog's eyes dissipated, and for a moment, the strength supporting York disappeared. He staggered, but he still stood firmly on his body.

"What is it?" asked Burrog.

"Although he didn't tell me his name, he said another name." York was troubled, "a very strange name."

Burlogo lost his patience, "What's your name?"

"Regent."

The slack spirit tensed up instantly, and York could clearly sense the killing intent erupting from Bologo's body, they engulfed him like a wave, feeling suffocated.

"Regent?"

Burrog repeated York's words, and at the same time the first ray of morning light fell from the gap between the buildings in the Rift Valley, and it hit York's face, bringing a burning sting.

(End of this chapter)