Chapter 817 Champion

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.

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 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 thorns bind the pain."

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, like a thorny python, silently wrapped around York's body.

York seemed to be completely unaware of this. The evil and crazy power kept wriggling in his shadow, and even a red, burning figure was gradually emerging.

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

As if there was some kind of connection in the dark, far away at the other end of Graystone Town, the sleeping beast heard the same call.

Bologo suddenly sat up from the bed, his eyes were like torches, sweeping across the narrow room. The muscles of his whole body were tense for a long time before slowly relaxing.

What happened?

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

He thought he was attacked, but when he woke up, everything was normal, without any abnormality.

Bologo looked around the room, but still couldn't find any abnormality. He opened the window and the town was dark and quiet.

Rubbing his forehead, Bologo couldn't sleep. After a while of melancholy, he picked up the suitcase and took out the weapons.

For Bologo, maintaining weapons is a very stress-relieving and time-killing way. The first one to be taken out was the dark resentful bite. It was like an absolutely dark shadow. It seemed that all the light could not illuminate it, and its outline could only be glimpsed from the sharp edge.

When Bologo tried to take out another weapon, the saw axe, his hand was suspended in the air, and a condensed blood smell permeated from the suitcase. Indistinctly, Bologo could still hear the sound of blood dripping.

Reaching into the darkness, he grabbed the greasy leather handle that looked like human skin. Blogo took out the hand axe, which was emitting an extremely twisted evil aura. The rust on the surface of the axe blade that was difficult to wipe off was like a wound, and blood slowly flowed out of the rusted gap.

After using this weapon for so long, Blogo saw it like this for the first time, full of weirdness.

"The Source Sin Armed Forces will attract each other until the only champion is decided."

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

Blogo was thinking, when the holders of the Source Sin Armed Forces fight each other and decide the only winner, the only champion will inevitably gather all the power of the Eye of Eternal Wrath. What will happen then?

Blogo couldn't figure out this kind of thing. Even if he tried to understand the shadows of the world, there were still many unsolved secrets lingering in his mind.

But compared to these distant future events, Blogo cared more about the present.

"Is there another owner of the Source Sin Armor in this town?"

Berogo clenched his hand axe, feeling the temperature and constant restlessness coming from it. Perhaps his palpitations also came from this. The Saw Axe sensed the existence of another Source Sin Armor and was eager to fight it to decide the winner.

"Kill him, Berogo."

A ghostly voice whispered in Berogo's ear.

"Bring me his head."

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

"You will become the champion of blood."

Berogo stuffed the Saw Axe back into the suitcase expressionlessly. With the buckle locked, the metal shielding largely covered up the evil fluctuations.

The crazy voice failed to have any effect on Berogo. He had long been accustomed to the days of dancing with wolves. This degree of influence could not even make Berogo alert.

Unfortunately, his good sleep was disrupted. Blogo just sat on the chair until the sun tore through the darkness bit by bit, and the hazy light passed through the rift and fog and landed on the Graystone Town with difficulty.

Walking out of the inn, the cold and humid air made Blogo a little more energetic. The towering cliffs blocked most of the light, and the fog accumulated at the bottom. At a certain moment, this place gave Blogo the feeling of another wandering fork in the road, but it was not so dirty.

The sky was gray. After Blogo waited for a while, Amy stretched and walked out.

"How did you sleep?" Blogo asked.

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

Amy looked at Blogo and asked, "You don't look like you slept well."

"Some insomnia." Blogo did not talk about the part about the source sin weapon.

"You actually have insomnia?"

"I have a lot of things to think about."

"For example?"

"For example, this town is definitely not as simple as we see it," Blogo looked around, Graystone Town was waking up from the night, "but strangely, it is too normal, as if someone is deliberately maintaining order here."

"What did you find?" Amy approached Blogo and stood beside him.

Blogo 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, "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," Boluogo took a long breath, "Even when facing defenders, 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 records, the essence of evil in this world is actually demons, demons that have fallen from human beings who have lost their souls. But unlike many of the demons that we kill, it is the fallen from 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?"