Endless Debt

Boluogo's inspection work was not smooth. The entire Greystone Town was not big, but due to geological changes and the rift valley, the town's buildings were extremely compact, like a stacked maze.

In order not to attract attention, Boluogo only diffused his etheric perception to detect the potential condensers around him. At the same time, he followed the guidance of the umbilical cord and continued to move forward.

Nothing was found.

In the evening, the night swallowed up most of the sky. Bologg and Aimu were sitting in the hotel. Aimu leaned against the wall, looking leisurely, while Bologg had a gloomy face and couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"I think there must be something affecting me."

After a long silence, Boluogo slowly said, "It misled my perception and judgment, thus allowing the evil to hide."

"Are you going to conduct a general search of the entire town?" Aimu asked.

"No, this will only alert the enemy."

Boluogo shook his head, "I have a hunch that the conspiracy brewing here may be more dangerous than we expected."

Looking up at Aimu, Boluogo then asked, "Have you notified the decision-making room?"

"Uh-huh," Amu replied, "As you thought, the patrol work has now become an emergency operation. You are the team leader and I am the team member."

Aimu continued, "Anyway, the two of us should be enough."

Boluogo thought for a while and repeated Aimu's words, "The two of us are enough."

Suddenly, Boluogo stood up, picked up the suitcase, and walked towards the door.

"What do you want to do?" Aimu asked.

"I feel that I am a nocturnal animal after all, and it is not suitable for me to work during the day," Bologo said. "I think the same is true for those people. No matter how deep they hide, they still need to go out to perform, and this can easily be leaked. whereabouts."

"Do you need me to come with you?" Aimu asked. He felt that Boluogo looked like he wanted to take him with him.

Boluogo said, "You have been busy all day, this is considered overtime, I can just do it myself."

Just as Boluogo was about to move forward, Aimu grabbed Boluogo and looked at him seriously.

"We have a shared destiny, Boluogo."

In response, Burlogo sighed, then smiled, "I'm beginning to understand the disturbing aspects of intimacy."

"That's right, you can't just enjoy the inner peace that intimacy brings, you also have to be responsible for me... at least be responsible for my thoughts and respect my wishes."

Aimu took off her coat as she spoke. After a burst of etheric light distortion, she and Boluogo overlapped.

"As for what you said about the fatigue of working overtime," Aimu's voice sounded in Boluogo's mind, "Don't worry, it's you who takes action anyway, I'm just a backup battery."

Boluogo didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly, went out and walked towards the night.

As Boluogo said, when night falls, many poisonous insects and ghosts crawl out, crawling slowly in the darkness. Their target is the small church located in the shadow of the town. It is so dilapidated that there is no light. How many.

After all, York knew too little about the extraordinary world. Even though he had carefully disposed of the corpse, other followers of the Orangutan Sect still followed the smell of blood to find him.

"This place is too close to Oath City Opos. Facing the Bureau of Order, we must remain highly vigilant and not attract anyone's attention."

Hammer's words of instructions rang in Tino's ears. Realizing the situation he was in, Tino couldn't help but slow down again.

In order to liberate the evil in this world, the Orangutan Sect has been planning for a long time. Before Hammer and Idel arrived, they had already sent a small team to arrive at Graystone Town first to prepare for the ceremony.

The composition of the team is very simple. There are only one or two Sublime Believers, and the rest are ordinary believers. They thought they could avoid the sight of the Order Bureau, but a few days after their arrival, these people lost contact with each other, leaving only The lingering scent of blood lingering in the air.

Hammer once thought that they were discovered by the Bureau of Order, but the strange thing is that if the Bureau of Order takes action, there will never be any traces left. And with the vigilance of the Bureau of Order, once such a thing happens, they will quickly Filling the defensive gaps in Upper Greystone.

But in reality, nothing happened.

Greystone Town is like a thick fog, covering the road to the abandoned land. Everyone is intimidated, but they can't stop.

Tino held his breath slightly, he was getting closer and closer to the chapel. In the Orangutan Sect, they have a series of unique special skills, such as the blood energy that only they can detect.

He could feel the thick blood accumulating in the church, and Tino guessed that those people had died in that church.

"Is it the priest?" Tino whispered.

Tino had seen the priest. As a very famous person in Greystone Town, they had seen the priest from a distance on the first day they arrived. Could it be that the priest killed those people? But when they took a peek on the first day, they didn't feel much abnormality from the priest.

Forget it, there’s no need to think about it so much.

Tino is protected by the Scarlet Matron, and he is also a believer. In regular combat in the extraordinary world, Tino is already a very strong combat force, not to mention that now he also brings other people.

Before the transformation ceremony can begin, Tino must resolve all distractions for Hammer.

"For the beast that eats the herd."

Tino prayed softly. Unlike Idel, a disbeliever who was only interested in profit, Tino had the same fanaticism as Hammer. He felt a great ecstasy just by imagining what would happen next.

Striding forward, others surrounded the chapel, while Tino opened the door alone and walked in. A breeze came out of the church, and the air was filled with the smell of incense.

The first thing Tino saw was York sitting in front of the statue. He lowered his head and held a string of rosary beads in his hand, as if praying.

Tino felt that the priest should convert to that lady, at least that lady was real, visible and tangible.

The church was dark, with only a few candles burning in silence. Just like Boluogo's emotion when he first came, Tino didn't understand why such a distinguished priest could have such a simple church.

York has explained this part many times, but it is difficult for people who are filled with desires to believe that a person will really abandon all kinds of desires and be willing to endure the barren asceticism.

"I don't care about material comforts."

As he got closer, Tino heard York's whisper. He seemed to be talking to himself or to himself.

“The food just needs to be enough to satisfy hunger, and the house just needs to be able to shelter from wind and rain...

Unless necessary, everything else is useless. "

Just when Tino was about to approach York, York suddenly stood up. He turned his head and looked at the visiting Tino.

"Good evening, faithful," York said.

"Hello, Father."

Tino nodded. Just when he was about to say something more, Tino smelled the blood in the air. This was different from the special abilities possessed by the Orangutan Sect, but blood in the true sense.

The ticking sound of flowing liquid sounded, and Tino could even imagine the scene, the crystal blood beads falling to pieces on the hard ground.

As if sensing Tino's attention, York raised his hand and showed him his bloody palm.

"I was just repenting and whipping myself. I'm sorry."

Tino tried to see York's face clearly, but the light in the room was too dim and could not illuminate York's face at all. He could only see a pair of brown glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Repent for what?" Tino asked in a strange way.

York turned around, and then Tino noticed that York's other hand was dragging a chain covered with thorns and spikes.

"Repent for killing you."

York explained coolly.

Tino and York suddenly looked at each other. This sudden development broke his expectation. York seemed to know that they would arrive, and before he could recover from the shock, York, who was already prepared, launched an attack. He struggled to raise the chain, turning into a red afterimage and striking at Tino.

Tino subconsciously dodged, but the chain seemed to have self-awareness and wrapped around Tino like a python. At the moment of contact, the dense spikes tore off a large piece of Tino's flesh, and his skin instantly turned into a bloody mess. Blood flowed profusely.

"A descendant from darkness!"

York put a rosary on his other glove, then grabbed the candlestick and held it high.

The firelight shone, and York scolded Tino, dancing with his chains wildly.

As early as when he killed the first group of followers of the Orangutan Sect, York knew that this incident would not end easily. These people would come sooner or later, and he had been prepared.

No matter what these people do, York will fight to the end, this is his town.

The chain swept across, easily knocking away everything in its path, causing gravel and sawdust to fly. Even if Tino's position was unclear, York could sense the evil aura lingering on him.

It was the mad power of the devil, whom York had sworn to destroy.

Tino gritted his teeth. The chain seemed to be poisonous, and the torn wounds were filled with uncontrollable pain, almost causing Tino to pass out.

An alchemical weapon?

Tino couldn't help but have such a guess in his mind, so the priest in front of him should also be a condenser.

Without any intention of holding back, Tino's eyes became angry. The glow of ether reflected in his eyes, and dense light tracks crawled along the body surface. At this time, there was no need to hide his strength. He wanted to fight quickly.

Seeing Tino's reaction, York was convinced of his inner thoughts. The other party was a Sublime Sublime. After his thoughts were confirmed, a sense of crisis arose in his heart. Knowing York's only means of attack, It's the contract object in your hand.

York retreated decisively, and at the same time more noises came from all directions. It was the believers who were surrounding the church. They had noticed the fighting in the church and were surrounding them.

Tino pulled out the short knife from his waist and jumped up. With the help of the power of ether, he brought huge power. The light of the knife quickly approached York. York turned to swing the candlestick. The old metal was easily cut open by the blade. York also Throwing the candlestick, the blazing fire quickly magnified in Tino's eyes.

The dazzling bright light blinded Tino's vision for several seconds. The chain swung again, like a cunning snake, and accurately struck Tino's head. This blow was enough to crush his skull, but The moment the two came into contact, the chain easily sank into Tino's body as if it had hit a phantom, and then shattered the ground.

Secret energy!

York exclaimed in his heart. This was not the first time he encountered this mysterious power, and then more Tino appeared in front of York.

Secret Energy·Phantom Bush.

Tino roared angrily, and countless phantoms made uniform movements, swung their blades towards York, and they rushed towards York again.

Among the countless deadly illusory sword lights, there is one that is a real blade.

York turned around and rolled up the chain, blocking it in front of him. The chain swept towards all the phantoms indiscriminately, and finally collided with the real blade, making a huge noise.

After successfully resolving the attack, the door of the church was pushed open again. Tino's phantom blocked York's sight, but York could barely distinguish the number of enemies from the chaotic footsteps.

Gunfire rang out.

York's movements were sluggish for a moment, and a bullet hole suddenly appeared in his chest, blood gushing.

The phantom blocked York's vision, causing him to not see that the enemy had already raised his gun. Taking this opportunity, Tino quickly pounced on him, and the sharp knife easily pierced York's chest.

This was not the end yet. Tino then slammed the handle of the knife, causing the blade to be completely submerged into York's body until the sharp tip slowly pierced out from the back of the spine.

Pulling out the dagger, York fell heavily to the ground, blood filling his throat. He still held the chain tightly in his hand. His eyes were wide open, as if he still didn't believe it.

With painful gasps, York twitched uncontrollably like a dying beast.

Tino stood next to him, the tip of the knife perpendicular to the ground, dripping with blood.

"How about it?"

The believers who broke into the church rushed over and asked about Tino's situation.

"It's nothing." Tino glanced at the fallen body, "He is already dead. Check this church thoroughly. This matter is not that simple."

Tino crossed York's body and frowned. For some reason, he felt a lingering uneasiness in his heart. From the moment he entered the church... no, from the moment he entered Greystone Town, he felt a strange distortion. It felt like something was wrong, but he couldn't tell clearly.

Is the priest who just died really the culprit? Then he is a bit too weak. The only thing that is surprising is the chain, but the priest obviously does not have the power to control him.

An accident? A devout priest accidentally obtained an alchemical weapon and was able to use it unexpectedly, leading him to mistake it for some kind of miracle?

Just as Tino was thinking this, a sticky voice sounded behind him. The moment Tino noticed it and turned around, the familiar stinging pain spread from his chest again.

The chain grazed his chest and tore most of his neck. Blood surged wildly. The figure who was supposed to be dead stood up again. The brown glasses on the bridge of his nose had long been broken, revealing the scarlet blood behind the glass. Hitomi.