Endless Debt

On the towering spiers of the royal city, the regent looked solemnly at the edge of the Land of Eternal Night, the chaotic black wall made of mist and thunder.

"A storm is coming..."

While sighing in a low voice, the regent had noticed the astonishing amount of ether coming from outside the black wall of chaos, as if a miracle created by God appeared in reality, pulling up the ether of heaven and earth, disturbing the world.

The Song of Windfall is colliding with the angry sea bit by bit. The two terrifying ether sources are fighting and intersecting with each other. Any means of blocking will be torn to pieces by the power of distorting reality.

The regent understood that now that the wind was rising, he had no time to stop Fun. All he could do was to wait here quietly until the Song of Windfall broke through the chaotic barrier of the angry sea, and then started another bloody battle.

Looking away, the regent looked towards the Butcher's Pit not far away. His position was not the highest point in the royal city, but it was enough to overlook the overall situation.

In the Butcher's Pit, the brutal killing continues, like an eternal lament. No matter when you listen to it, it is the same horrific tune.

Under York's endless killing, blood and minced meat seemed to grow together with the ground, just like the flesh and blood plague of the Orangutan Sect. The deep pits were like scars on the earth, crawling with rotten blood and flesh.

"They are much more determined than I thought," the regent said to Trick beside him. "I thought they would need to discuss it for a few days before they could make up their mind and fight to the death. In the end, they only used Determined to put all the chips on the gambling table in one night...it’s really crazy.”

The regent narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "Trick, why did they suddenly make up their mind?"

"Sorry, I don't know."

This was a bit difficult, but Trick accepted his corruption with relief, "I have been imprisoned in the land of eternal night for too long, so long that there is only a trace of anger left in my chest. As for those tactics and wisdom, I have long since Mad and lost in solitude.”

Trick's eyes were gloomy and his expression was as cold as iron. After the coldness reached its peak, his expression suddenly became broken again, full of distortion and distortion.

His face was as pale as snow, like a piece of white paper, without any expression. His hair was messy and greasy, with strands sticking to his forehead, giving people a sense of decadence that had not been taken care of for a long time.

Trick's limbs twitched intermittently. He could be seen gritting his teeth and trying to control his out-of-control body, but he was still like a lifeless puppet, controlled by an invisible force.

The regent did nothing and just watched quietly. This was not the first time that Trick had been like this. Similar symptoms had happened to other Night Clan people.

The twitching of Trick's hands and feet became more violent, and his body was twisted into strange postures, as if he was trying to resist an invisible fear. His eyes rolled white, as if he was experiencing a painful torture.

During this short process, Trick's eyes were always empty and confused, like a soulless body. A low roar came from his throat, like a wild beast wailing in the middle of the night. His fingers tightly grasped his own body. Her hair seemed to be trying to pull out some horrific memory from her mind.

Suddenly, Trick's trembling stopped, and he stood still like a machine whose power was cut off. His eyes slowly returned to clarity, and cold sweat soaked his face, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

"It's time for you to drink blood. This will help you control your..." The Prince Regent paused and asked doubtfully, "Should we call it epilepsy?"

"Who knows?"

As he spoke, Trick took out a wine bottle from his pocket and unscrewed the lid. The smell of blood mixed with alcohol hit his face.

"This smells better than rat blood."

After drinking the blood, Trick's condition improved significantly. He calmed his breathing and his expression became gloomy again.

"Serre failed to completely liquidate the Night King back then, which also allowed us, the Night King's bodyguards, to survive by chance."

Trick's voice was calm but full of hatred. "At that time, we still laughed at Serre's cowardice. At this point, we did not dare to confront his father. At the same time, we were fortunate that because of Serre's Through cowardice, we escaped reckoning.”

He whispered, "Who could have imagined that that would be the beginning of another nightmare?"

The regent's memory was brought back by Trik's words. Since the settlement of the Dawn War, most of the Night Tribes were burned to death by Serre, and the few remaining ones were also imprisoned in the Land of Evernight.

At that time, the land of eternal night was not like what the regent is running now. A hundred years ago, there were only night tribes here and no blood people. It didn't take long for the imprisoned night tribes to fall into crazy blood thirst. Although they searched the land of eternal night, they could not find any blood people.

This was Sere's carefully planned revenge. As early as when he built the Land of Eternal Night, he had eliminated the possibility of any blood people or even the possibility of storing blood.

In the first days, Trick, the once aloof night tribe, were like wild dogs, searching for traces of rats in the dark wilderness. These tenacious beings could survive even in the land of eternal night. Teeth, sucking blood from those thin bodies.

"It was a really bad past," Trick whispered. "It didn't take long before we were eating all the rats and suffering from blood thirst, until some of us couldn't hold it anymore and fell completely crazy. .”

"Oh, I remember that group."

The regent asked, "Speaking of which, are they still locked in the dungeon?"

"Of course, they have completely lost their minds. In order to satisfy their inner thirst for blood, they even attacked us, who are also members of the Night Clan." Even today, that hateful memory is still in Trick's mind. As clear as a blade, "It's hard to imagine that the pure-blooded Night Clan would be twisted into that way."

Trick raised his slightly trembling hand, "It was also during those dark years of thirst for blood that my mind was also distorted into this state by blood thirst."

During the long bloodless years, some of the Night Tribes were completely distorted by blood thirst, and completely turned into crazy and bloodthirsty monsters. They were sealed in dungeons by other Night Tribes, while the remaining Night Tribes struggled to endure their thirst for blood.

Under the long-term torture, almost all the Night Clan suffered from some incurable strange diseases, and their sound minds were deprived of a corner that could never be restored.

"Good thing you're here."

Trick suddenly looked at each other and the regent said, "Fortunately, you landed on the island that day. I still remember that day, you were almost eaten alive by us."

"Yes, was I a believer at that time? Or was it a condenser?" The Prince Regent sighed with a smile, "I was really scared to death."

"We are the ones who should be scared to death," Trick joked. "There haven't been any new customers here for decades, and then one suddenly appeared, and he was a Night Tribe...who smelled of Serre. .”

The regent grinned and smiled silently. In his life, it was truly the darkest moment. He was surrounded by a group of blood-thirsty monsters. Before they could draw blood from their bodies, they found that they were a night creature. The clan is still of the Serei bloodline.

The Prince Regent was almost hanged on the gallows that day.

"It's over, Trick."

The regent patted him on the shoulder. With the memories, the attitude between the two softened a lot, just like old friends. "Those days have passed, and now there is only the future before us."

Trick remained silent, his eyes wandering around. He still remembered the glory of this place in the past, and felt an insoluble sadness at the devastation in front of him.

"Speaking of which, Prince Regent, what are you doing so much for us?" Trick suddenly asked, "Is it just for eternal life? Or is it to rule certain people?"

Trick shook his head as he spoke, as if he was rejecting his own words, "Just for this reason, it's too boring, what do you think?"

Without waiting for the regent to answer, Trick sat down along the edge of the spire, his legs swinging gently in the air. "When I was young, I also had many ambitions. As I just said, I wanted to rule. What, became the master of something... Looking back now, I just feel a little baffled."

Trick raised his head and glanced at the Regent, his tone full of helplessness, "How should I put it... Human beings rule and conquer for their own achievements and ideas, and to leave a name in history and be remembered forever, but we are different Yes, we are born immortal, so ruling and conquering, and leaving a name in history have become meaningless."

"I have always felt that the failure of the Eternal Night Empire cannot be entirely due to Sere," Trick continued. "Looking back now, our expansion at that time was meaningless, just for more population and territory. To support our pure-blooded class, but what’s the use of having so many pure-blooded Night Tribes?”

"The old Eternal Night Empire was like a blind and stupid giant beast. It would only develop, devour, multiply, and proliferate according to its instinct of self-survival. It was like a cancer in the world. Everything it did was to maintain its absolute existence, even if It is already so huge, but it still eats crazily just to give itself a little sense of security."

Trick fell silent as he spoke. He stared into the Regent's eyes and whispered, "I have a very rebellious conclusion. Do you want to hear it?"

The regent said bluntly, "You want to say that the failure of the Eternal Night Empire should be attributed to the Night King, right?"

Trick was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the Regent would actually think of him, let alone that he would take the initiative to veto the Night King.

"Don't be nervous, Trick, I just said it. The Night King won't suddenly appear and kill you," the Regent reassured, "What's more, the Night King...whether he has a self now or not, it's all a matter of course. It’s doubtful.”

"But I agree with your conclusion. The reason why the Eternal Night Empire failed is the Night King."

Everything the Regent has in front of him was given by the Night King, but he has no respect for the Night King. His words are full of ridicule, "Night King, he is as cowardly as his descendants. No, it should be the other way around. Because He is so cowardly, so his descendants will be like that."

"The Night King is so afraid of death that only by continuously maintaining the expansion of the Eternal Night Empire can he feel safe in his own existence," the Regent continued, "In other words, the only meaning of the Eternal Night Empire's existence is to empower Beyond the security of the Night King’s survival, the Empire of Evernight is meaningless.”

"This reason for existence is too ridiculous and too empty."

Trick gradually became wary and asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"What I want to say? What I want to say is that I am different from the Night Clan. I have not inherited his cowardly blood. Likewise, the new Eternal Night Empire that I will shape will also be completely different."

The Prince Regent looked at the Butcher's Pit, imagining the dark but beautiful future in his heart, "We are the Night Clan, the immortal Night Clan. We can devote our infinite time to developing the future. We will Becoming a more superior existence than human beings is like the ascension of a species."

Suddenly, the regent's voice stopped, and he shook his head and said, "Forget it, only when the war is won is it appropriate to say proud words, and now, what we need is action."

"Trick, Vonn and the others dare to launch a general attack with such a big fanfare. They must be relying on him. We must not take it lightly."

The regent ordered, "Open the dungeon and prepare the monsters."

Trick stood up. In the blink of an eye, the regent changed from a leisurely and contented look to a commander with a serious expression. In a daze, Trick remembered the way he looked when he first saw the regent. Seeing his group of bloodthirsty Night Clan standing there in fear and panic... I didn't expect that so many years had passed.

"You and the other guards are all equipped with immortal armor," the regent said. "The home ground for the next battle will probably be in our homeland. We have no way out."

Trick responded, "Yes."

The regent turned around and looked at the towers standing behind him. They were like a long ladder, rising step by step, until finally only the only tall tower remained that reached straight into the sky.

"Also, strengthen the protection of the Origin Tower. Once it falls, the Dark Iron Curtain will also collapse."

Trick nodded. He also knew the importance of the Origin Tower to the Land of Eternal Night. It was the guarantee for maintaining the darkness of the Land of Eternal Night. Once it collapsed, the iron curtain that blocked the sun would also fall apart.

The regent added, "The remaining assistance regarding the Orangutan Sect and the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce shall be implemented as previously formulated."

After saying that, the Regent was about to leave. Trick didn't know what he was going to do next, but when the Regent completely disappeared from sight, Trick shouted.

"I think I can admit one thing."

The regent turned his head in confusion, "What?"

Trick put on a twitchy smile.

"You are indeed the savior of the Night Clan."