Endless Debt

When those scarlet eyes came into Tino's eyes, many unsolved mysteries became clear.

The priest of this town is actually a Night Clan, and judging from the speed of his recovery, his bloodline level is not low.

The huge pain made Tino tremble with fear, his throat was torn, and the sound of whooshing wind came from the vague wound. Seeing this scene, others also became panicked. They also ignored the principle of concealment and pulled the trigger again. , attempted to shoot York.

York was once a devout priest, and the word violence was almost insulated from him. But after that night, York became more and more skilled in the use of violence, as if he was born to be good at it. At the same time, York also Realize one thing, violence is not evil, violence is just a means to achieve an end.

What matters is the will to dominate violence.

Tino struggled painfully. He was tortured by the chains, and his clothes had been shattered and stuck to his flesh and blood.

His expression turned ferocious, Tino roared and rushed towards York, and York did the same. The two rushed in front of each other almost at the same time.

Tino raised his dagger and slashed at York crazily. Under the influence of secret energy, his figure appeared in countless double images, making it impossible to tell the real thing from the fake one.

York waved the chain to block. The knife and the chain kept intertwining with each other. The sound was booming and sparks continued. Suddenly, York turned around and waved the chain hard, sweeping across Tino's waist. Tino tried to cut York's waist. Throat, but the chain was quicker than his blade.

After screaming, Tino's body flew out and knocked over several benches.

York strode forward, grabbed Tino's bloody throat, and dug his fingers into his wound, as if to break his cervical vertebrae, and lifted him up forcefully.

Guns fired.

The figures of the two people almost overlapped, so when the fatal bullets poured out, they either missed York or hit Tino's body.

York was not prepared to give Tino the slightest chance. The chain wrapped around his fist in circles, like a hammer covered with spikes. The heavy punch he swung in the next second smashed most of Tino's face.

Bones were shattered, blood was flying, and even one of Tino's eyeballs burst.

For York, what he saw in front of him was so cruel and blasphemous, not to mention that it all happened in a sacred church, in front of his statue, but York was no longer as resistant as before, and his eyes were gradually filled with evil. Devour.

For a moment, York couldn't help but wonder if he was really on the road to depravity, but when he thought that his sacrifice could kill so many darkness, York felt that being in the darkness was nothing.

One punch! Two punches!

No one taught York how to fight, everything he did came from his body's instinct.

While holding on to Tino, York repeatedly punched him in the head.

York's blood and Tino's blood were soaked in the chain. The blood failed to drip, but was swallowed by the chain.

Like a grand sacrifice, as more and more blood is injected, the rust marks like wounds all over the chains are slowly healing themselves.

An uncontrollable rage rose from the bottom of York's heart, burning his internal organs like fireworks. A strange melody echoed in his ears. York could not understand what he said, but he could understand what he meant.

He needed more blood, more death, more killings, and he didn't care whether it came from York or Tino.

Like the embodiment of a concept, his desire is so pure.

In the blink of an eye, under York's heavy punch, Tino's head and most of his chest collapsed. Logically speaking, Tino should have died, but the hanging arms suddenly tightened, and a series of light tracks fell on him. There was a flash of light on the skin, and then the dagger stabbed out sharply.

Even though York possesses the Briar Pain Chain and the blood of the Night Clan, he is too weak, not even a Sublime One, which limits his upper limit.

With the blessing of ether amplification, the dagger twisted into a streak of speeding light. York could see its trajectory, but could not stop it. He could only watch as the dagger hit his arm, splitting flesh and bones with one blow. .

York's entire arm was bent strangely, with only a little bit of flesh remaining barely attached. Fortunately, the arm was not completely cut off. Then the light of the knife approached York's eyes. After a sharp sting, the scarlet... Scars bloomed along York's jaw and sliced ​​open the bridge of his nose.

"Ha ha……"

York gasped for breath, but the blood flowed directly back into his nose and throat, causing him to feel suffocated again.

Tino's ferocious face appeared in front of York's eyes. He pounced forward and knocked York down directly. Just when York thought that the fatal knife light would slit his own throat, Tino lowered his body and grabbed York's neck. , biting off a large piece of flesh and blood.

A weird chewing sound came from Tino's mouth, and along with the flesh and blood in his belly, Tino's fatal injuries were also healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had the same immortality as York.

Blessing and healing from bloodthirsty.

Tino stood up slowly. York had immortality, and so did he.

In this crazy extraordinary world, immortality is no longer a rare thing.

The heavy shadow completely enveloped York. After a brief shock, he tried to fight back again. With the awakening of power, the chains wrapped around York's torso and were embedded in his flesh. The strength far exceeded York's own ability. On him, but when that force wanted to continue to grow, it seemed to have encountered a bottleneck and could no longer grow.

An inexplicable lament came.

York does not possess the alchemy matrix. No matter how he improves his power, it will ultimately be limited to the mortal world. From the beginning, he has been an unlucky ghost who strayed into the supernatural world.

"Ye Clan? Why are Night Clan here?"

Tino was breathing heavily. While asking questions, he swung his knife and left another hideous wound on York's body.

As long as you continuously damage the undead and make them tired of healing themselves, you can limit their power to a great extent.

The smell of blood mixed with the aftertaste of metal spread in the air. York fell to the ground and groaned in pain. The pain hit his spirit hard, but what was more unbearable than the pain was the body and blood. of desire.

Since becoming a Night Tribe, York has worked very hard to control his thirst for blood. He changed the basement into a cell to restrain himself, and would suck the blood of animals when necessary. He tried hard not to cross that red line, but he The more you control it, the more your inner desires will rise uncontrollably.

At the same time, York, who lost blood nourishment, became weaker and weaker, and his self-healing speed began to slow down, even becoming the same as that of ordinary people.

Tino also noticed this, and he was very surprised, "Are you not even a Sublime Master?"

Seeing this scene, the strange awkward feeling in Tino's heart became more and more sudden. The person hindering their actions was actually a Night Clan, and this Night Clan did not have the ability to condense.

Tino was a little confused about the cause of the incident, and felt that the current scene was like the product of someone's bad taste.

"Blood……"

York seemed to be saying something. Tino lowered his head and tried to hear what he was saying. Suddenly, the dying York stretched out his hand and hugged Tino's head, just like Tino was eating his flesh and blood. York He also bit Tino's throat and sucked the blood.

"Blood!"

York growled low in his throat. He was clearly aware of the gap between himself and Tino, but he didn't want to admit defeat just yet.

Under the gaze of the statue, York looked like a demon, and his expression became more and more ferocious. Their blood mixed together and flowed on the ground, exuding a foul smell.

Tino stabbed the blade repeatedly, stabbing York's internal organs until the flesh was bloody, and tried to separate himself from it, but York remained unmoved and only cared about the endless malice.

As the blood entered his throat, the uncontrollable hunger was finally relieved. Along with it came the rising vitality. A sense of strength surged through his blood. York could clearly feel that he was coming back to life. Just like that night, his eyes couldn't help but shed tears of blood.

Under the power of evil, York's bottom line is constantly being breached. When he thinks that he is slowly walking into the abyss and quagmire, the feeling of contradiction rises again.

But he couldn't refuse, he had to live, he had to destroy someone and something.

Tino broke away from York's bite, but the cost was that a large piece of flesh was cut off from his newly healed neck again, and blood overflowed. York stood up and covered his tattered abdomen to prevent his internal organs from falling out.

In the dim church, more dim lights came on, and Tino was not the only enemy who came this time.

The short fierce battle was over, and Tino had lost all his patience with York. Now he just wanted to completely destroy York.

"kill him!"

In an instant, there was a loud burst of gunfire.

Several bullets penetrated York's body first, followed by more ether reactions, and weird laughter one after another.

As fanatic believers in the Orangutan Sect, they are all protected by the Scarlet Matron. As long as they have enough flesh and blood, they are all immortal. The brutal bloody battle just now is just an extremely normal thing for them. .

The bullets were like a series of heavy punches, hitting York's body back again and again. He was in a daze, and the angry voice in his ears became louder, as if he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and take away York's mind.

If I could kill them all...

York thought like this, his body moved uncontrollably, and he suddenly swung the chain. Although there was no injection of ether, the chain showed extraordinary power at this moment. As he swung it across, the chain quickly split into several pieces. The Tao is like a rolling steel storm.

The fanatic closest to York was still laughing and didn't care about York's counterattack. They all realized that York did not possess the alchemical matrix.

But when the chains hit the fanatic believer's body, he was like a wild beast being captured at high speed. The sharp thorns and barbs tore his skin and flesh, and the strong force transmitted from the metal shattered him. of his bones.

The fanatic believer's body was twisted and broken into several pieces. The thick plasma sprayed over most of the church, leaving a lingering mist of blood on the spot.

Tino was stunned. The fanatic believer was not so much shattered by the chains as he was given the command to be destroyed the moment he came into contact with the chains.

The order could not be disobeyed, so he was annihilated into a ball of dirty blood.

Looking at York again, it was an even more nerve-wracking scene.

The chains were like thorns, penetrating through York's body and going deep into his insides. They were like a huge python, squirming and crawling inside his body, as if they had vitality and were desperate to move towards York. His heart and brain surged forward, trying to completely control him.

York's body convulsed, his eyes turned red, his breathing became heavy and deep, and hoarse words came from his mouth.

"Kill...kill you all..."

The chains passed through York's body one by one, mercilessly piercing every pore, inch of muscle, and every blood vessel in his body.

Waves of pain hit him, and York seemed to be in hell, with a look of pain on his twisted face, and his whole body was trembling and restless.

Tino looked directly at York, as if there was another terrifying existence trying to devour York, turning him into the carrier of his own reincarnation, the fear of doing evil.

A broken figure slowly emerged behind York. The fragments collided and gathered together, turning into a giant red wolf.

It opened its mouth wide and took York into its throat little by little.

York's body began to twitch violently, and he let out a shrill roar from his mouth, as if he was trying to vent all his madness and anger. His eyes were bloodshot, staring fiercely forward, staring at Tino.

Tino couldn't help but shudder, and he stepped back, tripping over the broken flesh and bones.

York walked towards all of them. Under the control of the violent power, the chains had completely transformed into red thorns. They came out of York's wounds, like countless pairs of arms dancing wildly in the air. Twisted and deformed, oscillating irregularly.

All materials hit by the thorns were easily shattered. Some people came back to their senses and opened fire at York, but this could not stop York's progress at all. Some people also tried to activate the secret energy, and the ether flow had not yet touched York. It was shattered by the thorns.

Tino was completely unable to understand what was happening in front of him. The power released by the chain was no longer what the alchemy weapon could do... Was it a contract item?

"Kill...all the sinners!"

York roared angrily. Under the brutal growth of thorns, his body was shattered, but it was tightly bound together by them. Countless thorns stabbed everyone present, but as they penetrated their flesh and blood, the church The door was pushed open again.

Suddenly, the world became quiet, and even time seemed to be frozen. Everyone kept the same movements, stagnant in place, motionless, even York.

The high concentration of ether vented silently, filling the entire church. The power of control instantly dominated everyone, even the power of the Thorn Binding and Pain Lock was tightly restricted.

Boluogo stood at the door, his cold blue eyes scanning the faces, and finally stopped on York.