Endless Debt

York dragged the body and advanced slowly under the dark night. The dilapidated ruins came into view bit by bit. They were part of the collapse of Greystone Town in the disaster. They had lost the meaning of reconstruction, and were like scars. In the shadow of Old Town.

When order was restored in Greystone Town, the townspeople used this place as a cemetery, and many dead people were buried here... Even York was buried here.

Picking up the shovel, York shoveled away the hard soil. His body swung wildly, and the newly healed wound tore open again, but soon the blood condensed into a scab, which healed and fell off.

The pain and weakness caused by blood thirst are gradually going away, and as his consciousness gradually wakes up, many residual hallucinations can't help but appear in front of York's eyes.

The shovel paused, and York seemed to have shoveled something. The soil was turned over, and a highly decayed face came into view. The dark eye sockets were facing York. It opened its mouth and roared.

"Will your heart be at peace?"

York blinked, and the voice disappeared, and the rotten face in the shoveled pit also disappeared.

As if accustomed to this twisted hallucination, York's expression did not change at all. As early as that night that changed his fate, when the rain mixed with blood seeped into the grave, and was sucked and plundered by himself, York's heart It has become cold, like stone, unmoved.

After kicking the broken corpse into the pit and filling it up, York lowered his head, closed his eyes tightly, and murmured something in his mouth, praying for the deceased.

"For greater justice and greater good, I am willing to become an evil sacrifice."

He also repented for himself.

After witnessing Gami's body burning into fine ashes in the sun, York clearly realized that there was no chance of saving his soul. All he could do was to continue walking, using himself as fuel and using the fire. Burn more sins to death.

At this point, York's heart became ruthless, and he launched a series of brutal massacres in the turbulent town. Those who tried to take advantage of the chaos to do evil were hunted by York, and they cried and confessed to him under his iron fist. .

Then die.

York will show no mercy to any sinners anymore.

Under York's continuous hunting, the town quickly settled down and order was rebuilt on the ruins. In the days that followed, York led the townspeople to develop while still maintaining a high degree of vigilance against evil. The town seemed to be moving towards good. By developing in the right direction, everyone will be happy and live an ideal life.

Until a group of uninvited guests arrive.

York still remembers his encounter with them. It was just like meeting other strangers. The process was extremely ordinary and nothing special. But strangely, the moment he met these people, York had an extremely complicated emotion.

Familiarity and loathing.

There seems to be some kind of secret connection between himself and them, as if they are also cursed by the power of evil. After becoming familiar with them, there is endless hatred. This is York's instinctive resistance and pursuit of evil. hunting.

The next story is much simpler. York secretly observed them. These strangers seemed to be planning something. They tried to reach the Great Rift through the Greystone Rift, but before their plan could be implemented, they fell into the Great Rift one by one. fell into York's hands.

During the long interrogation, York pried more and more secrets out of their mouths, until tonight, York finally figured out their origins.

Orang Fu Sect?

It sounds like some kind of religious sect, and York has never heard of their existence, but then again, the world is clearly not as simple as York understands.

When York came back from the dead, it was also the moment when his iron-clad worldview for nearly fifty years was shattered. He realized that there were many extraordinary powers hidden in this world. Sometimes, these powers were so close to him that they were almost touching him. Passing by.

York spent some time rebuilding his worldview. Instead of despair, he became more enthusiastic and felt that this was an opportunity given to him by God.

After filling the grave, York returned to his chapel, kneeling alone under the statue of the god, with the chains covered with red rust lying in front of him.

York still doesn't know what the purpose of the Orangutan Sect is here, but what is known is that they will send more people later. From their mouths, it can be known that these people are carrying something called an alchemical matrix. Become an existence called the Sublime One.

What he killed was only the weakest stage among the condensers. There were two stages and three stages above them... That was a force that York could never resist.

He realizes that he desperately needs more power to defend his town.

"Does this require more sacrifices to the darkness?"

York looked at the chains and whispered softly.

Now York's main power is the chain in front of him. It seems to have some kind of vitality. As the killing proceeds and more blood is drawn, the power of this chain is gradually awakened and released.

A violent force is gradually rising in it, and it is this force that gives York great help, allowing him to fight against those first-stage condensers.

York sometimes hears voices coming from the chains, which are in an ancient and obscure language, but York instinctively knows what they mean.

"The pain is bound by thorns."

York whispered, which seemed to be the name of the chain.

He lowered his head and prayed devoutly, looking for the power to surround the town. The red chains moved silently, wrapping around York's body silently like a python covered with thorns.

York seemed completely unaware of this. The evil and crazy power was constantly squirming in his shadow, and even a red figure that seemed to be burning was emerging bit by bit.

He was not complete, just a broken figure. He lowered his head and spoke thousands of words to York, all of them crazy and angry words.

As if there was some kind of connection, far away on the other side of Greystone Town, the sleeping beast heard the same call.

Boluogo suddenly sat up from the bed, his eyes blazing as he glanced into the narrow room. The muscles in his body tensed for a while, and then slowly relaxed.

what happened?

Boluogo pressed the palm of his hand on his chest. In his sleep, he suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation, as if he was being targeted by an enemy, full of bloody malice.

He thought he had been attacked, but when he woke up, everything was normal and nothing was abnormal.

Boluogo looked around the room, but still couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. When he opened the window, the town was dark and extremely quiet.

After rubbing his forehead, Boluogo couldn't sleep. After feeling melancholy for a while, he picked up the suitcase and took out the weapons.

For Boluogo, maintaining weapons is a great way to relieve stress and kill time. The first thing to take out was the pitch-black Bite. It was like an absolutely pitch-black shadow. It seemed that all the light could not illuminate it and could only Get a glimpse of its outline from its sharp edges.

When Boluogo tried to take out another weapon, the saw axe, his hand hovered in mid-air, and a bloody smell filled the air from the suitcase. Vaguely, Boluogo could still hear To the sound of blood dripping.

Reaching into the darkness, he grabbed the greasy leather handle that looked like human skin. Bologger took out the hand ax and saw that the hand ax was exuding an extremely twisted evil aura. Those things attached to the ax were The rust stains on the surface of the blade are difficult to wipe off. They are like wounds, and blood slowly overflows from the rusted openings.

After using this weapon for so long, this was the first time Bologo saw it look like this, and it was full of weirdness.

"The Source Sin Arms will attract each other until the only champion is determined."

Sai Zong's words rang in his ears, and Bologo couldn't help but attribute this abnormality to mutual attraction.

Boluogo was thinking that when the holders of the Origin Sin Arms fight each other to determine the only winner, the only champion will surely gather all the power of the Eye of Eternal Wrath. What will happen then?

Bologg couldn't understand this kind of thing. Even though he tried hard to understand the shadows of the world, there were still many unsolved secrets lingering in his mind.

But Boluogo cares more about the present than these matters in the distant future.

"Is there another holder of the Original Sin Arm in this town?"

Boluogo held the hand ax tightly, feeling the temperature coming from it and the constant agitation. Perhaps his heart palpitations also came from this. The Saw Axe sensed the existence of another source of sin weapon, and longed for a bloody battle with it. Win or lose.

"Kill him, Bologo."

A ghostly voice whispered in Bolog's ear.

"Bring me his head."

A broken figure appeared behind Boluogo. This furious devil didn't care who was his debtor or who got the Sin weapon. He only cared about blood and death.

"You will be the champion of blood."

Boluogo expressionlessly stuffed the saw ax back into the suitcase, and locked it with the buckle, blocking the metal to a large extent to cover up the evil fluctuations.

The crazy noise failed to have the slightest impact on Boluogo. He had long been accustomed to this kind of life of dancing with wolves. This level of influence could not even make Boluogo alert.

It's a pity that his good sleep was disrupted. Boluogo sat on the chair like this until the sunlight tore through the darkness bit by bit. The hazy light passed through the rift valley and thick fog and fell with difficulty to Graystone Town. superior.

After walking out of the hotel, the cold and humid air made Bologg feel refreshed. The towering cliffs blocked most of the light, and thick fog accumulated at the bottom. At a certain moment, this place felt like another hesitating fork in the road, but It's not that dirty here.

The sky was gray. After Boluogo waited for a while, Aimu stretched himself and walked out unsteadily.

"How did you sleep?" asked Borogo.

"Not bad," Aimu yawned, "I don't have many requirements for the sleeping environment."

Aimu looked at Boluogo and asked, "You don't seem to have slept well."

"Some insomnia." Boluogo did not tell the part about the source of crime weapons.

"You actually have insomnia?"

"I have a lot to think about."

"For example?"

"For example, this town is definitely not as simple as what we see." Bologg looked around, and Graystone Town was waking up from the night. "But the strange thing is that it is too normal, as if someone is deliberately maintaining it. The order is the same here.”

"What did you find?" Aimu approached Boluogo and stood beside him.

Boluogo did not speak, but slowly lowered his head and looked at his abdomen.

The illusory umbilical cord was looming, sometimes pointing to the south, sometimes pointing to the north, like wildly dancing tentacles, swaying endlessly. Bologg once thought that the power from the Great Rift interfered with his detection, but when he thought about it carefully, he I never encountered this kind of situation when operating in Opos.

Boluogo realized that it might not be that his umbilical cord was faulty, but that the town was filled with beings related to the devil. They lurked in every corner and were pointed out repeatedly by the umbilical cord.

"The Greystone Rift is an extremely important thoroughfare," Boluogo suddenly said to himself. "From here, you can directly reach the depths of the Great Rift and touch the abandoned land."

Boluogo asked Aimu in return, "Who do you think among our enemies would be so obsessed with this passage?"

"The Orangutan Sect."

Aimu's voice became a little hollow. She still remembered the distortion of the evil in this world and its origin.

"Well," Boluogo nodded lightly and said casually, "It seems that we know who the enemy we are about to face is."

The Orangutan Sect is also an old rival of Bologo. Before the timeline chaos incident, Bologo fought with them non-stop, and even fell into the abandoned land, witnessing the existence of evil in this world.

"Do I need to ask the Bureau of Order for help?" Aimu asked.

"No need," Boluogo shook his head, "Just report the situation. As for the problem here, I think I can handle it by myself."

"Are you a little too confident?"

"It's just that I have a clear understanding of my own abilities," Bologo took a long breath, "Even if I face a defender, I still have the ability to fight against them."

"Let's go, Aimu."

As Boluogo spoke, he looked down at his abdomen, trying to find a clear direction from the looming umbilical cord.

"Bologo."

Aimu suddenly called out Boluogo's name, and Boluogo turned his head to look at her, "What's wrong?"

After hesitating for a moment, Aimu said, "Actually, regarding the Orangutan Sect and the evils in this world... I have been thinking about one thing. I don't know what you think."

"What?"

"According to the records, the essence of the evil in this world is actually the devil, a devil that was corrupted by human beings who lost their souls. But unlike many of the devils we kill, it was corrupted by the Glorious Ones."

Aimu's voice became a little nervous, "So, do other major sins also have corresponding evils in this world?"

"Is this the only evil in this world?"