Endless Debt

On the bizarre battlefield, a Night Clan member who broke through the barrier looked at you excitedly, his face filled with greedy desire, as if you were the lover in his dream... or an enemy.

Anyone who encounters this kind of thing will be deeply shocked and their thinking will be at a standstill. But fortunately, this is not the first time that Boluogo has experienced this kind of thing. As early as when he met Olivia, that woman He mentioned his own smell to himself.

The scent of Serre Vilelis.

This stems from a drunken occasion. Sere slit his wrists, and while talking about how precious his blood was, he stuffed it into Bologo's mouth, trying to turn Bologo into a super undead.

The farce finally ended with Bode's action. Afterwards, Bologo also carefully cleaned his body. He thought he had removed the blood stains, but after meeting Olivia, Bologo realized that a Night Tribe lord The blood is not so easy to clean.

The blood washes away, but the blood remains forever.

The sharp sword penetrated Ye Clan's chest, and the flames of the cauldron burned along the metal and penetrated into the wound. Ye Clan's eyes showed curiosity as he looked at the scene in front of him. The next moment, the sword collapsed, as if it was buried deep in flesh and blood. The seeds inside took root and sprouted under the control of Boluogo.

Clusters of iron thorns tore the body of the Night Clan into pieces, and the bloody internal organs hung on the iron branches like a cruel work of art.

After suffering such a heavy blow, the Night Clan man did not die. After all, he could be regarded as a debtor with an undead debt. His head was twisted and he asked Boluogo loudly.

"Interesting, in this era, someone can actually obtain the blood alliance of the lord."

Blood alliance.

Boluogo is familiar with this word. Like "blood giving", it is a word that belongs exclusively to the Night Clan. This weird and mysterious family has its own system in this extraordinary world.

The blood of the Night Clan is extremely special and can be used as an alchemical material when necessary. If the Night Clan gives its blood to humans, and the humans take the initiative to accept the blood, they will automatically conclude a blood contract, become a member of the Night Clan, be transformed into an immortal of eternal night, and bear heavy debts.

Rejection is death.

The act of giving blood occurs between the high-level Night Clan and the low-level Night Clan. The high-level Night Clan can use this to improve the blood purity of the low-level Night Clan.

In the timeline chaos incident, Boluogo received a blood gift that was not considered a blood gift.

Licking his lips, Boluogo could still vaguely remember the taste of the cup of "Serre's Love" with Sere's blood added to it.

It smelled so bad, it felt like drinking laundry detergent, lemon flavored.

The blood donation between the Night Clan and humans is very much like a slave contract, but humans are not always so unbearable in the eyes of the Night Clan. Some people recognized by the Night Clan will be formed into "blood pacts".

A blood pact, in short, is a pact made with blood. It is only initiated by the Night Clan, who smear their own blood on the body of the approver. Just like an animal leaves its own scent, the approver will also carry the Night Clan's body. breath.

In the words of the street, in the eyes of the Night Clan, Bologo is Serre's younger brother, who is taken care of by the eldest brother. If any Night Clan dares to do harm to Bologo, he will suffer the wrath of the Night Clan lord.

Hundreds of years ago, this was considered a supreme honor. Relying on Serre's blood, Bologo could almost walk sideways in the territory of the Night Clan, and he would receive the highest courtesy wherever he went.

Sadly, times have changed.

The Night Clan has long been buried in the tomb of history, and the Night Clan who appear now are just the consequences of the incomplete liquidation of history.

Fortunately, only the Night Clan can recognize this kind of blood alliance. Otherwise, if Boluogo encounters a condenser from another organization, once the other party notices the blood alliance on Boluogo, he will definitely regard him as a minion of the Night Clan and impose severe punishment on him. fist.

This information was consulted by Boluogo after he met Olivia. In addition to learning about the history of the Night Clan, Boluogo also discovered another thing.

The blood alliance itself does not have any contract power, that is to say, it cannot bind anyone or anything.

This itself is not some kind of alliance driven by interests, but more like a certification of close relationship given by the Night Clan based on their own emotions and recognition.

This represents Serre's friendship.

When he thought of this, Boluogo was doubly surprised. He didn't expect Sere to have such delicate emotions under his absurd face.

But sometimes Boluogo also wonders, is this sympathy among the immortals? Or is Sere going crazy because of his temporary interest?

Serre is capable of doing this kind of thing. After all, Serre's private life is so chaotic. The photos of him and his wife alone are enough to fill a large volume. Counting the friends of the opposite sex he has made, Bologo feels that Serre can form a Come to the group.

Just for friends of the opposite sex, Boluogo felt that there should be quite a few friends like him who had a blood bond.

But Boluogo didn't think that his friendship with Sere would be so cheap, and he didn't bother to suspect those things.

Rather than the episode that flashed through his mind, Boluogo wanted to get rid of the Night Clan in front of him first.

"Since I have the blood alliance of the Night Clan lord, he probably won't have any objections if I kill a Night Clan lord!"

Boluogo said viciously, he himself is an undead, and Boluogo knows exactly how to deal with his own kind.

The spreading iron thorns shrank rapidly, pulling the broken limbs and rebuilding them together. The rolling snake scale liquid was poured together like molten iron, and the Night Clan's severed limbs were pieced together into a cross tombstone, completely solidified. .

Boluogo snapped his fingers, and the iron pieces at his fingertips rubbed against each other, sparks burst out, and the fire burned along the silk threads, as if they were ignited out of thin air, and then a raging fire rose from the tombstone, like a torture rack during the trial of heretics.

This is the first time that Bologe fights against the Night Clan. Even though he knows a lot of information related to it, in actual combat, Bologe still doesn't know how "undead" the opponent can be. He prioritizes incapacitating the opponent. correct.

Cut off the limbs, cast them into monuments, and burn them with fire.

All of this was thought up by Boluogo on the spur of the moment. He actually still felt a bit proud, feeling that he was closer to the images of violent maniacs in horror movies.

Boluogo has always felt that if he made a movie, he would be an actor with superb acting skills that would make the director applaud and revel.

It would have been fine if Bologg acted in his true character. Unfortunately, Bologg's acting career is a bit narrow.

The joy after satisfying the desire for violence did not last long. Bologo realized another problem. From the perspective of the "Night Clan", the other party was a bit too young.

The Night Clan's own ether strength is not high, and he is only in the state of a first-stage condenser. If he is an undead person who has lived for a hundred years, even if the road to promotion is difficult, he should not only be in this stage.

Newly converted Night Clan? It's not impossible.

The opponent could not escape from the burning tombstone for the time being. Boluogo raised his hand, and stone walls rose up in the flames of the cauldron. He was like a commander on the battlefield, building his own line of defense.

The snake scale liquid spreads dense thorns, each of which is connected by an imperceptible thin line. This is Bologo's minefield. The moment the opponent stumbles over the lead, he will be hit by Bologo's violent wind. A rain of counterattack.

But the expected attack from both sides did not happen. This time Boluogo was not alone.

Someone grabbed his silk thread, but this was not an enemy. A familiar ether reaction came from the end of the thin thread, and then Aimu jumped hard and jumped over Boluogo's head.

In addition to busying himself with Boluogo, Aimu also squeezed out a lot of time to optimize himself. Under extreme efforts, Aimu's body seemed to be given an etheric increase.

The alloy iron fist fell, Aimu dented the head of a black-armored soldier, turned his whip legs, and broke several of the enemy's ribs through the armor.

Under Boluogo's practical teaching, Aimu's fighting skills have improved significantly, but it is obvious that Aimu still has a lot to learn, such as staying vigilant at all times.

The darkness behind Aimu began to squirm, a pair of scarlet eyes lit up, and he rushed straight towards Aimu. When the attack was about to succeed, Aimu's body moved strangely and escaped the blow.

Aimu herself was in a daze. She was trying hard to punch, but was pulled by the thread, forcing Aimu to move.

It was Boluogo who mobilized the battlefield, and after helping Aimu avoid the blow, Boluogo waved his hand, and an iron spear was made, suspended in the air, and then penetrated, hitting the Night Clan, and pushing his body forward. The spear was nailed into the body of the black-armored soldier behind him.

After being promoted to a Prayer, Bologo was a little dissatisfied with his secret power, Cauldron Flame. It was not that it was not powerful enough, quite the contrary, it was too powerful and convenient. In many cases, it was not developed to Bologe's liking. In hand-to-hand combat, he can nail his opponent to death at a distance.

There is a kind of worry about not having enough fun.

A feather with a sharp edge fell from the top of his head, and more bloody wings fell. Bologg raised his head. The sky was completely occupied by clouds, without any light. No matter how hard Bologg looked, all he got was blurry. Chaos silhouette.

Bologo noticed something strange. The endless ether was surrounding the battlefield, turning into a tsunami of nothingness, setting off a hurricane of destruction.

Boluogo saw that a large amount of ether gathered here, and even like his own cauldron flames, the surging high-concentration ether also materialized, like floodlight silk, against the light, invisible The strong wind also has its own course.

The Klex family's counterattack began, and unknowingly the territory created by the Sky Tower had expanded to the coast, including Bologo and the others.

At this time, the ether concentration in the field was rising rapidly, and many ether reactions rose in the defense line inside the cliff. They called out the strong wind and defeated the wind-eroded birds in an instant.

Boluogo didn't know what the battle was like at high altitude, but he could clearly see the bodies of wind-eroded birds smashing down in pieces. The warm blood mixed with the heavy rain and sprinkled on his body, bringing bursts of warmth.