Chapter 816 Bloody Death Town

Human nature is complex and sometimes contradictory. Bologo thinks that he is the chosen savior and fights for all mankind. Similarly, he also feels that he is a heinous sinner and often resorts to inhumane means. To deal with your enemies.

"The restraint of the commandments is to prevent our hearts from deteriorating on the way to achieve our ideals and sinking into the things we once hated. However, the commandments are not static and should also change in response to the changes of the times.

When the precepts designed to protect our nature begin to slow down our progress towards our ideals and become a stumbling block, we should improve them or even abandon them decisively. "

The priest's words echoed in Bologor's ears. His words subverted the doctrine and were simply disrespectful. However, his faith was so pious that even Bologor could not deny the transcendent divinity in him.

"Beliefs, precepts, rules, codes, morals...all of these things are essentially to help more people live a happy life. So as long as this goal is achieved, I don't think it is necessary to care about the difference in means."

Boluogo savored the priest's words. He rarely resonated with another person and couldn't help but whisper, "Tools are just tools to achieve the purpose."

Standing in the dark alley, Boluogo was immersed in some gradually rising emotions, until Amu's voice broke the state.

"What are you muttering about?" Aimu asked extremely confused, "Also, what on earth were you and the priest talking about just now?"

"I wasn't mumbling anything, I was just talking to myself."

Boluogo said casually, "As for what we talked about... he and I were just talking about each other's values."

"How is the result?"

“We clicked unexpectedly.”

"When I heard him talk about sin and goodness, it was like I was looking at my own reflection," Berlogo said admiringly.

"Oh?" Aimu said, "He seems to be really unique. You rarely give someone such a high evaluation."

"I just feel the resonance," Boluogo's expression became serious, "But this is not a good thing."

"Why?"

"He is very similar to me, and I, I know very well what kind of person I am," Boluogo's voice lowered, "Without those warm salvations, I would probably become an extreme lunatic, like For a person like me, one is enough.”

Boluogo breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, there seems to be nothing unusual about him, and I didn't detect the implantation of the alchemy matrix. He is just a priest with some extreme ideas and an extremely pious priest."

"But that's not how you behaved just now."

Aimu's voice was full of worry, "I can feel that you instinctively have an inexplicable hostility towards him, and even feel angry. I once thought you would pull out the sword blade and chop him with one sword."

Boluogo tried to recall the emotion he had just felt, but his thoughts were all blank, "Is there any?"

"Are you doubting me?"

Boluogo fell silent, turned his head, and looked at the dim, lightless, dilapidated church at the end of the low building.

"Are you sure he's really okay? Isn't there any reaction from your umbilical cord?"

Due to his high connection with the devil, Bologo is like a walking evil radar. With his umbilical cord, he can accurately catch enemies lurking in the dark. This is why Bologo is very suitable for this kind of patrol work.

"Initially, the umbilical cord did respond."

Boluogo's voice was emotionless, "It pointed directly at the priest, but then, its direction deflected and pointed to the other side."

Lowering his head, the dark umbilical cord was looming, dancing wildly in mid-air like a tentacle breaking open Bologo's belly.

"It should be said that the direction it points to is constantly changing. Either there are many enemies connected with the devil around us, or the enemy that I noticed is constantly moving."

Boluogo looked in the direction of the great rift and said uncertainly, "It may also be affected by the evils of this world. It is like a huge source of pollution. Even here, the strange influence can pass through the abandoned place." Land, directly to Graystone Town.”

After continuous promotion, Bologo's perception also improved. It was only after becoming a power bearer that Bologo became able to skillfully control the umbilical cord and turn it into his own sensory tool.

"It doesn't matter," Bologo said. "We have plenty of time to search this town. We will always find the problem."

Boluogo turned around and walked towards the new town. It was already dark. He had been walking for a day and it was time to rest.

"This reminds me of the horror movies I watched before," Aimu said.

"Which one are you referring to?" Bologo casually announced a series of scary-sounding movie titles, "'Opal Hammer Massacre'? Or 'Night of Madness'?"

"'Bloodline'," Aimu said, "is a movie about a group of unlucky ghosts who step into a closed town and discover that the townspeople specialize in eating the human flesh of outsiders."

When she thought of the plot of the movie, Aimu felt nauseous. She couldn't understand why Boluogo and Palmer liked this kind of thing. Others had physical reactions that made them sick, but they could eat French fries while watching it. He looked like he was enjoying it and would make a few comments if nothing happened.

"If it were me, I should be able to do it more efficiently."

"No, no, no, Boluogo, this is not a job for them, it is a kind of sports enjoyment. Of course, you can do it as much as you want."

Conversations like this were repeated over and over again.

"Do you think we are the unlucky ones who strayed into the town?"

Berogo's voice awakened Amy from his memories, and Amy responded, "What else?"

"I don't think so. "Bloody Dead Town" is classified as a horror film because the protagonists are ordinary people who have no ability to resist. They don't even have the courage to swing knives at others, and they will only become roast meat on the table in the hands of crazy townspeople.

But what if the protagonists are replaced by a well-trained and fully armed elite team?"

Berogo continued to think divergently. After thinking about it carefully, Berogo felt that this arrangement of the story was unexpectedly interesting.

"This elite team will bloodbath these brutal townspeople. This is no longer a horror movie, but a hearty and exciting movie," Berogo continued, "Now replace this elite team with me..."

As Berogo told the story, the inexplicable shadow that shrouded Amy's heart directly dissipated.

Yes, when Blogo stepped into this place, even if what happened next was a movie plot, the plot would definitely be reversed.

It was not the townspeople who came to kill the unlucky guy who strayed in, but this unlucky guy wanted to chase and kill all the townspeople.

Blogo said, "Keep observing, I have a hunch that I will find something interesting here."

"Well... Come to think of it, why do you want to open two single rooms."

"Ah?"

Aimu's voice was a bit cunning, and Blogo could already imagine that she hugged her head like a cat, with sharp cat claws gently piercing her skin.

"What, are you shy?"

...

Watching Blogo leave, the priest's hanging heart finally landed, and then his cold and serious expression instantly became distorted, like a hungry and bloodthirsty violent beast.

He opened his collar and gasped, sweat dripping from his body, and the hot air rose. The priest felt dizzy and his steps became messy and staggering. He held the wall and walked into the room at the back with difficulty, then walked into the deep basement along the long ladder.

There were several shocking cracks on the moldy wall. The geological changes caused most of the place to collapse. The priest spent a long time to clean it up again.

The priest stumbled and opened an iron door, rushed in, and fell hard to the ground, breaking his knees and elbows.

His breathing became painful, but he knew that he couldn't stop yet. He had to finish these things before he lost his mind.

The priest struggled to stand up, closed the iron door, took off the brown glasses on his nose, and a pair of blood-red eyes shone in the dark.

Picking up the chain covered with thorns from the shadows, the priest didn't care that the thorns cut his hands, and tied it around his body in circles until he couldn't move.

Until this moment, the priest finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his exhausting struggle finally relaxed. It was also at the moment when his mind relaxed that he let out a low roar like a beast.

The priest clearly felt his own fall, and a frenzied desire surged in his heart, and his body shook uncontrollably. After struggling hard, the chain was deeply embedded in his body, his eyes were red, and his mouth made a series of creepy breathing sounds.

"Blood! Blood! Blood!"

The priest roared uncontrollably, his throat was full of the taste of blood, his eyes were crazy and weird, not like humans.

The blood of the Night Clan brought immortality, but it also made the priest's soul empty. That empty void needed endless blood to satisfy it, and this was the blood thirst that plagued the Night Clan.

The priest didn't know this. He just felt that he couldn't suck the blood of others, otherwise he would sink deeper into evil and become one with those crazy monsters.

It sounds a bit hypocritical, but until this moment, the priest still felt that he was not a monster.

The priest tried hard to fight the desire for blood, but the more he resisted, the stronger the desire became. He was immersed in the spell of desire and almost forgot his identity.

He repeatedly hit the wall, and the shackles on his body made a harsh friction sound. It was unknown how long this painful struggle lasted. The priest seemed to have exhausted all his strength and slowly stopped.

The priest fell in a pool of blood, looking like he was dying, but soon, his broken body healed at a high speed, and the surging desire for blood also subsided, and reason and sobriety returned to the priest's eyes.

A tired and painful sigh sounded.

The priest slowly took off the chains on his body and raised his hands to hold the wall. Even though he had survived another round of blood thirst, he still felt an endless sense of emptiness in his heart. For a moment, the priest actually had some cowardly thoughts. He felt that he could not hold on any longer.

But such thoughts only lasted for a moment.

Putting on the brown glasses again to cover up the blood in his eyes, the priest straightened his back again.

Picking up the chain, the priest's eyes became complicated. At first, he thought it was just an ordinary chain, but as it was stained with more and more blood, the red rust on the chain was slowly changing, like shedding skin, peeling off layer by layer.

What made the priest feel even more weird was that as long as he was wrapped in the chain, it could bring him infinite power and murderous intent, and the chain itself also had some unique abilities.

It was with the power brought by the chain that the priest solved those dangerous enemies.

"Contract?"

The priest whispered that this name was interrogated from those people. They called the chains in their hands by this name.

They were also surprised at their existence and called themselves "Night Clan". From their mouths, the priest also learned a lot of interesting information, such as the alchemical matrix.

Thinking of this, the priest felt that time was running out. He opened the closed iron door and walked deeper into the basement. At the end of the dim light, the iron door of the cell was covered with coagulated blood.

The moment the cell was opened, a bloody and rotten smell came to his face, as if countless corpses were piled together, and the sticky and corrupt blood was half coagulated together, flowing and fermenting slowly.

The cell was dark, with only a few dim lights flickering. The sinner was handcuffed on an iron chair, his whole body tied tightly. He had been tortured for several days, and scars and cracks on his body were everywhere, almost equivalent to a bloody wreckage.

The priest rubbed his aching head and tried to cheer up. He skillfully picked up a heavy hammer from the door and hit the prisoner's head heavily without any warning, making a heart-pounding sound.

The prisoner groaned in pain. This sudden blow brought great pain and fear. The blood on his body leaked out like a broken water ball and splashed on the ground.

The priest breathed heavily and smashed the sinner's knee with the hammer again without holding back.

He knew that this level of damage was not enough to kill this group of people, this group... this group of people called Condensers.

Condensers, a mysterious group that controls extraordinary power.

The battle with them was not easy, but the priest still won. During the torture, the priest learned that they were just a group of ordinary, first-stage Condensers. They said that they were just advance scouts, and more powerful people would come later.

The priest felt the pressure. Even now, he could still recall the thrill of the battle. If it weren't for the chain they called the contract, it would be difficult for the priest to win.

Staring at the sinner's face with a cold gaze, the priest raised his foot and kicked the sinner's stomach. The sinner's body trembled and was about to collapse. He began to shake constantly.

"Huh... where did we talk about last time?"

The priest pulled a chair over and sat down tiredly. He had just escaped from the blood thirst disease, and his body and mind had suffered great damage.

The sinner spoke, but his answer did not satisfy the priest.

"You lunatic."

He cursed weakly, and the piercing pain permeated his whole body. His flesh had been cut off, his bones and internal organs were exposed, and blood was flowing continuously.

For an ordinary first-stage condenser, this injury would be fatal, but the sinner was still alive. The priest obviously noticed this, so when interrogating these people, he tried his best to cause great trauma to them, making them feel miserable.

The priest ignored the sinner's words and spoke to himself.

"I remember where we talked last time."

The priest's eyes were extremely cold, "Whose spies are you, why did you come to this town, and why are you full of evil?"

The sinner showed a hideous smile and his voice was hoarse.

"They will find you and kill you. You can't survive relying only on the contract and the power of the Night Clan!"

The priest sighed, opened the cabinet on one side, and took out the prepared weapons, knives, needles, pliers, knives and forks, etc.

A few minutes later, an astonishing scream came from the cell, and the sound was about to penetrate the basement, turning into a wailing in the wilderness, which was palpitating.

When the door of the cell was opened again, the floor and walls of the whole room were already messed up with blood and flesh, like a bloody slaughterhouse.

The priest dragged the body of the sinner.

Before cleaning up here, the priest couldn't help thinking about a question in his mind, a brand new question.

"What is the Xingfu Sect?"

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