Endless Debt

Wei'er didn't care about the slightly shocked looks in everyone's eyes and said to herself, "What? Is this difficult to deduce?"

It jumped off Boluogo's shoulder and searched among the ruins. In the dim environment, its pupils expanded into a pair of dark dots, capturing more light.

"In the final analysis, blood people are just a ration for the Night Clan. Even if they can be converted into bloodthirsty people, in today's era, large-scale bloodthirsty people are just a group in front of high-level condensers. It’s just straw that can be harvested easily.”

Weier licked her paws, her sound mind was bound to the animal's body for a long time, and its behavior could not help but be close to the animal's instinct.

"But if they are used as sacrifices to awaken the sin of rage, it will undoubtedly be much more effective for the next situation."

Boluoge listened to Weier's words and asked, "Is this also the purpose of your trip?"

"Serre's job is to make up for his mistakes, and you, Weier," Bologo realized at this time, "are you carrying the instructions of Sai Zong to solve the crisis of awakening the sin of wrath?"

"Absolutely," Weier said with a leisurely and contented look, as if everything was within its plan, "Sai Zong can't trust this guy to do things."

Disdainful eyes fell on Sere, who shrugged, still looking nonchalant. No amount of sarcasm could hurt this guy who had no limits.

"Okay, it's time to go. It would be better if we could get some fresh blood from it," Sere whispered. "Blood is not only food for the Night Clan, but also a good medicine to suppress thirst and blood thirst. Crazy dope."

Boluogo asked, "Do you want to drink blood?"

"It depends," Sere sighed. "I haven't sucked human blood since the Dawn War."

After retiring in the Undead Club, Sere has been drinking animal blood and some synthetic medicines to suppress his thirst through various means. Over time, he has become accustomed to those sour-tasting liquids.

"I thought this operation would be more intense."

It took Palmer a minute to adapt to the atmosphere. This operation was said to be very dangerous, but now it was unexpectedly... easy?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the style of each action is similar. No matter how dangerous the situation is, everyone is free to joke and joke, and they don't know who this trend comes from.

Xinda remained silent. She was not able to integrate into this strange team yet, but in her vigilance, Xinda was sure that the guy named Church had completely disappeared from her perception.

Among all the people with different moods, only Xinda was full of uneasiness. She didn't know whether it was because she was too nervous or because others were not professional enough.

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After the blood citizens were transferred away, the blood tax station was empty, and even the blood tax officers did not stay. They may still be complacent in their hearts, glad that they were not a member of the cage, but they never thought that the blood tax officers and There is no difference between the blood people. They are all livestock that can produce fresh blood. The only thing is that they have been given the power to manage other people of their kind.

"Clean this place up."

Medi stood on the high platform of the Blood Tax Station and gave orders to the other Night Clan. There was a short response, followed by the sharp sound of knives and axes.

There is a little more blood in the air, and the vague screams are long overdue.

The Night Clan dragged the frightened blood people one by one and grabbed them out of the storage room, the corner of the corridor, and the gaps in the shadows. Living under terrifying pressure all year round, the blood people were very good at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. When they realized that something was wrong, they hid one after another. They thought that the Night Clan would not notice the gaps and corners in the blood tax station, but they never thought that their living breath was so fresh.

"What to do with them?"

The Night Clan asked respectfully. Medi is the manager of this blood tax station and one of the few pure-blooded Night Clan in the old city. Due to the difference in blood, the Night Clan has a distinct class structure that cannot be shaken.

Medi said meaningfully, "Do you remember what I said? All the blood people here have been transferred."

The Night Clan hesitated for a few seconds, then understood Medi's words, and a terrifying smile broke out on his face.

"I see."

The Night Clan turned their heads and waved to the others. The Night Clan all let out a burst of weird laughter, and then put the remaining Blood People on the blood collection machine.

The slender needle was pierced into the body, and the blood people prayed and screamed, but this could not stop the continuous blood from being drained from their bodies.

Soon, several blood people were dying, and some of them had already passed out due to shock due to massive blood loss.

Some Night Clan couldn't restrain their restless hearts and directly pulled an unconscious blood citizen from the blood collection machine. They bit his neck and sucked the blood. They saw that the blood citizen was like a deflated balloon, and his skin was like a deflated balloon. It shriveled up, the jagged bones protruded, and the skin that had no blood color quickly turned pale, like a frozen corpse.

Throwing away the dead blood people, Ye Clan wiped his lips. The blood flowing into his throat satisfied the restlessness in his heart, and his tired and exhausted spirit became high as if injected with stimulants.

Medi glanced at it and said coldly, "Clean it up."

At first, the Blood People were directly managed by the Night Clan, but because many Night People could not restrain their restlessness and hunted the Blood People wantonly, the blood people's conversion efficiency was much lower.

For this reason, the regent formulated a series of new laws, such as the blood tax collector directly managing the blood people, and the night tribe taking a back seat.

Under the regent's drastic reforms, he made the bloated and rotten Night Clan operate efficiently again. At the same time, this also directly harmed the Night Clan's own interests. They could no longer satisfy their hunger and thirst anytime and anywhere. Wait for the blood tax to be issued on time.

Fortunately, the regent did not set the rules to death. He allowed a certain loss of blood people, and this loss became the time for the Night Clan to fill their stomachs.

The blood people thought they had escaped the catastrophe by luck, but little did they know that another bigger nightmare was waiting for them. In the blink of an eye, the empty blood tax station turned into a carnival banquet scene, with pieces of meat and blood stains everywhere. After draining all the blood from the blood people, the Night Clan opened the container containing the blood and drank freely.

Medi did not join in the carnival. As a pure-blooded night clan, his blood tax was abundantly supplied, unlike these inferior night clans who were hungry and satiated.

He looked at the time on his watch and calculated silently in his mind that according to the Regent's request, they still had a few hours to party here and clean up the mess.

"Are you busy with anything next?"

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded from behind Medi. Just as he was about to answer, he suddenly realized that the person who came was not malicious.

As soon as he turned around, cold metal penetrated into his abdominal cavity, and the slender and sharp sword blade pierced his internal organs. Then countless fine iron branches proliferated from the sword body, quickly covering his internal organs. As long as The other person thought that he could smash Medi's internal organs into a ball of blood at any time.

do not panic.

Medi warned himself that he was a pure-blood Night Tribe with extremely strong immortality. Even if his internal organs were eviscerated, he could still survive, not to mention that there was still plenty of blood waiting for him to enjoy.

A burning stinging sensation came from Medi's flesh and blood, as if an unknown fire was getting through the wound and burning his internal organs.

silver!

Medi immediately realized that the enemy's weapons carried silver, and the enemy was prepared.

"Thank you very much for bringing them together, otherwise they would have to be assassinated one by one."

A ghostly voice sounded from behind Medi, and out of the corner of his vision, he caught a glimpse of Boluogo.

Boluogo didn’t know Medi, but Medi knew Boluogo. In the royal court of disobedience, Boluogo was a famous person. Medi’s heart was beating violently, squeezing the blood from his body and transporting it to his limbs and veins. , but the harder his heart beats, the more those silver and death metals will corrode his body with the blood.

Medi had the idea of ​​​​mobilizing the ether, but the will just gave the order, and it was bounced back hard as if it hit an invisible wall.

The alchemical matrix refused to respond to Medi's will, and his moment-soul threshold was breached by Boluogo.

The cold despair held Medi tightly in his hands, and then a heavy sound of falling to the ground was heard. Looking at the banquet below, the night tribesmen who had eaten a good meal were covering their throats with painful expressions. They had just swallowed The blood underneath him, as well as his own blood, rushed to overflow from the wound where his throat was cut.

They were woven into strips of scarlet satin, all wrapped around the small dagger. Moving his gaze along the arm holding the dagger, Medi could clearly see the appearance of the person coming.

He was wearing a pitch-black dress, from which he could faintly feel a humanistic atmosphere similar to that of the Night Clan. His skin was pale, and his pupils were so scarlet that they seemed to bleed.

Huge panic struck his mind, and Medi wanted to scream, but an inexplicable suffocation filled his throat, as if cement had been poured into it, completely solidifying his lungs.

"Ser...Serre."

Medi called out Sere's name hoarsely, and the impact of Sere's arrival was far greater than the appearance of Bologo.

That is a legend living in the history of the Night Clan, and a traitor who will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever.

"Yes, yes, it's me, Sere, the sere of the traitors, the sere of the betrayers, the sere who deserves the punishment of daylight."

Sere played with the dagger and used it to kill his own kind again after so many years, which made Sere feel inexplicably excited.

The Night Tribes clutched their throats and screamed in agony, but as Sere passed over their bodies, the struggling torsos stopped one after another, losing all vitality and turning pale.

Sere looked down at the corpses of the Night Clan. They were piled up with the corpses of the Blood People.

"Look, whether they are Night Clan or Blood People, they look the same after death."

Sere walked up to Medi's eyes, and put the sharp dagger gently on his throat. The sharp feeling of metal rubbed against Medi's neck. He had no doubt that Sere could just shake his wrist lightly. Pierce his own throat and break his cervical vertebrae.

"Bologo."

Sere called out Bologo's name, and then snapped his fingers. The next moment, Bologo's ether silently covered the entire blood tax station, and thick walls protruded from the ground, blocking the door and sealing it. The windows cut off all connections between the Blood Tax Station and the outside world.

The defender's ether fills the building. Any exchange of ether between the inside and the outside will directly hit Bologo's ether, and will be resolved and destroyed due to the mutually exclusive existence of ether.

"May I have your name."

Sere stared at Medi's eyes, and a scarlet light suddenly appeared.

Medi showed a sad smile and struggled to shake his head, "You and I are not of the same bloodline, so your power is useless to me."

High-level Night Clan can rely on the power of pure blood to directly command Night Clan whose blood concentration is lower than his, but they cannot control across blood lines.

"Your bloodline and all your descendants are all dead. Serei, you are just a lonely person abandoned by the world."

"Well...I want to correct you."

Serei pondered for a moment, crossed his arms and said, "I actually have a daughter, so I'm not alone."

Medi was stunned for a moment. This was not the development he had expected. Just as he was about to say something sarcastic, Sere slapped Medi on the face. In an instant, he felt dizzy and swollen, with sharp bees. Ming kept screaming in his mind, and the sensation on his face gradually disappeared, leaving only absolute numbness.

"I also want to point out one thing to you. My daughter and I are the only two legal night tribes in the world."

Sere raised two fingers as if to address Medibier.

"In other words, you and all the Night Clan in the Land of Eternal Night are not legal, let alone have any human rights."

Sere put away the dagger to avoid accidentally touching it and completely killing Medi. He then raised his hand to Bologo, as if asking for something from him.

Boluogo said nothing, and a metal branch burst out of Medi's chest. It seemed to be alive, swimming in Medi's body.

The metal branch bud hung by Sere's hand. With the support of the ether, it proliferated and changed again. Sharp instruments of different shapes were separated from the branch and hung firmly on the extended hook.

"By the way, let me introduce you. This is the famous Boluogo, my good friend." Sere took off a hook casually and looked at Medi with a smile. "He and I have many hobbies. I also like to use this hook in similar places, such as when interrogating others."

Sere said, opening the wound on Medi's abdomen and inserting the hook little by little. He leaned into Medi's ear and whispered softly.

"Let's take a bet on which organ we can draw."

Sere winked at the container filled with blood, "Don't worry, there is a lot of blood here, and you have ample opportunities for trial and error."

Medi's eyes widened, and while his body was shaking violently, the iron hook pierced his abdomen.

I've had colds and fevers these past few days, and people have fainted due to fevers. Most of them are from the first update. I'm sorry.