"York, all people are the children of God, and they all deserve God's favor."
A familiar voice rang in his ears, awakening York's dormant will. Like a newly awakened baby, he tried to reach out and catch the voice in the dim light of the lake.
"Don't forget your original intention, don't forget our nature."
The sound gradually faded away, and York became a little panicked. He wanted to grab something, but all he could hold was nothingness.
At the same time, Mohu's will gradually awakened, and the pervasive pain enveloped him bit by bit. The brilliance was no longer replaced by a creeping and turbid darkness. They stretched out countless arms, tightly
Grab York's body and drag him into the abyss.
"ha……"
York opened his eyes suddenly. The fear caused by the nightmare had not yet dissipated. The real pain from his body was like a sharp knife, almost cutting York's mind to pieces.
He twitched in pain, the blood surged in his throat, the veins swelled, and the muscles tightened. Seeing his painful appearance, the tall figure squatted down and stabbed an injection into York's neck.
.
"I have been hunting the Night Clan and have never saved the Night Clan, but this thing should make you feel better."
As Boluogo spoke, he injected all of Mang Yin's soul into York's body. With the blood and soul supplemented, the hunger and pain that almost shattered York's internal organs were finally somewhat relieved.
York lay flat on the ground, his chest heaving violently. Most of his body was still cracked. The flesh and blood were turned out along the wounds, and the internal texture structure was clearly visible.
As time goes by, the powerful immortality of the Night Clan is gradually manifesting itself. These fatal wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. York's condition seems much better, but his face is still the same.
Sickly pale.
"His bloodline level is very high, at least higher than those of the Night Clan I killed."
Based on York's self-healing speed, Boluogo analyzed, "It seems that a noble Night Tribe personally gave him blood."
"The noble Night Clan? Do you mean the high-level Night Clan?" Aimu asked.
"Almost, at least within the third generation," Boluogo's eyes became serious. "Why did the high-level Night Clan appear here and give him blood? This doesn't make sense..."
"Maybe it was a whim," Aimu said. "You have also seen the appearance of those high-level night tribes. When they live for too long, they will inevitably become like devils and moody."
"You mean Sere?"
"Besides him, are there any other high-level night clansmen we are familiar with?"
"I have had a few," Bologo sighed, "but before I got to know them deeply and became familiar with each other, we left them to die in the sun."
Boluogo added, "They are all about the fourth generation, and they can barely be considered high-level night tribes."
Depending on the level of blood, the Night Clan's own immortal power will also show different strengths and weaknesses. This can be seen from their self-healing speed. Of course, a more direct way to judge is to throw them into the sun.
Once in the sun.
As the son of the Night King and the lord of the Night Tribe, Sere possesses extremely pure Night Tribe blood. In theory, his self-healing speed can be as fast as the burning of the sun, so much so that he needs to be exposed to the sun for several days to achieve this.
Kill him completely.
"Oh? He's awake."
Aimu noticed York's awakening and reminded Boluogo.
York opened his eyes with difficulty, his scarlet eyes filled with pain. He tried to move his body, but the severe pain in his body completely incapacitated him. He could only tilt his head and look at the condescending Boluogo.
"Father, we meet again. If possible, I really don't want to meet you in this way."
As Boluogo spoke, his eyes shimmered, and invisible force wrapped around York and slowly lifted him up.
Due to the pleasure of the previous chat and the kindness shown by York on the surface, Boluogo has maintained great restraint towards York so far and has not used direct violence.
"It's you... a stranger."
York coughed heavily and recalled the scene he saw before he fell into coma. Boluogo was like a demon, easily crushing the fanatical believers and compressing their bodies into bursting blood balls one after another.
What a blasphemous and crazy scene it was. Looking back now, York still feels chills on his spine. Now, he fell into the hands of Boluogo.
Burlogo pointed to the outside world and motioned for York to take a look.
"You don't have much time left, Father."
Outside the window, at the end of the dark night, a hazy light had risen, and before I knew it, it was approaching dawn.
York knew very well what Boluogo meant. If his answer did not satisfy him, then he would see the warm sunshine for a long time and die in a tragic way.
"First question, how did you become a Night Clan?"
Burlogo held up one finger, then a second.
"Where did you get this weapon?"
The Thorn Chain of Pain slowly floated up. This rusty Thorn Chain had lost all its extraordinary characteristics and was under Bologo's control just like an ordinary mortal thing. But each of them knew that when this happened
What kind of power will explode when a weapon completely engulfs a person's mind.
York coughed twice and asked, "I also have many questions. First of all, who are you?"
Boluogo approached York and looked into those scarlet eyes, "Although I have no faith, I respect devout people and I don't want to use any overly violent means against you."
It took York just a few seconds to understand the current situation. Since that night, he has become less stubborn. This may be a kind of change, but also a kind of degeneration.
He shook his head and said in a sincere voice, "I don't know who those people were just now. I only know that they wanted to harm the people in this town, so I took action. As for the power I have..."
York was breathing heavily. The injury to his lungs had not completely healed. When he spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse.
"Compared to these, who are you?" York continued, "I can't tell whether you are a group of evil people like them."
Hearing what York said, Boluogo couldn't help but laugh. He whispered, "Evil? Father, you are carrying the blood of the Night Clan. You should be very clear about what kind of power it has... You
He is already an unpardonable sinner."
"Ahem, this is just power, pure power. Its justice and evil depend on how you use it," York said, neither humble nor arrogant. "I used it on the bright side. You should have seen this before.
Already."
Boluogo has indeed seen it. Greystone Town is prosperous and almost free of crime. In this town, there is only one night tribe like York.
"It sounds like you have been restraining your desires and not licking the blood of others?"
Boluogo couldn't believe it. The previous question was answered. The reason why the Night Clan didn't break out here was just because York controlled himself.
"Yes," York said, "it wasn't easy, so I locked myself in a stone prison and beat myself up with those blasphemous thoughts."
York's voice was tired, "There were many times when I couldn't bear it anymore."
"so?"
"So I will suck the blood of some beasts, and those of evil people," York continued to explain, "but I have not spread this power, I know its harmfulness."
His voice became softer, "Not everyone will maintain themselves in the face of immortal desire."
Seeing that York was so sincere, Boluogo tried to calm down his heart. You must know that even now, Boluogo would still be uncontrollably angry at York and wanted to kill him. This was exactly what came from the Origin Sin Armed Forces.
Influence.
"I am Bologl Lazarus," Bologg stretched out his hand politely, "How much do you know about this world, I mean the extraordinary part?"
"Not much," York shook his head, "but I can make a rough guess. It's all about good and evil."
"Very well, those people I just killed are the evil party in the supernatural world, and I am the righteous party."
"Can the extraordinary world really be distinguished by pure justice and evil?" York asked again.
"No, in fact it's just a conflict of positions," Boluogo said. "I just say this to let you understand it better."
Boluogo murmured in his heart, "It's like choosing between a mediocre king and a mediocre king. Usually we don't have a perfect choice."
York sighed, "It's just as I expected."
"You can think of me as a peace officer, and the guy who gave you the power of immortality is the most wanted criminal," Bologo emphasized. "I'm not kidding, what kind of disaster will happen once this power spreads?"
, you know it well."
"By the way, there is also this weapon."
Bologg hung up the chain without reaching for it. This weapon had already drank York's blood. If Bologg wanted to seize it, it seemed that he had to kill York first.
Bologo doesn't know enough about the Fury Champion yet. For example, he also speculates whether the power of the Origin Sin Arms is related to the protection of Fury.
York hesitated for a moment, and finally he chose to believe Boluogo. To be precise, in this situation, he had no other choice but to believe.
"That was about six months ago, what happened after the big earthquake."
York recounted his experience at that time, "I was buried alive in the soil. Just when I was about to die, I... I felt the temptation of some kind of power."
"In order to survive, you accepted this power," Borogo said.
"Yes, I accepted it," York continued. "You may think I am justifying myself, but I do have a reason to continue living - I want to correct my mistakes."
There was firmness in York's eyes, and his firm will could be seen in his words and deeds, which made Bologg slightly change his mind. You should know that he rarely talks such nonsense to a potential enemy.
Borlog asked, "Did you do it?"
"Of course."
York affirmed, "But our goal is not over yet, that person, the person who gave me immortality."
"You want to kill him?" Boluogo felt a little funny, "Kill this 'benefactor'?"
"He is the embodiment of evil, a moody monster. I know why he would resurrect an insignificant person like me," York became angry. "He just thinks it's funny."
"Think about it, if this kind of person is allowed to be active in the world, how many monsters like me will he create, and how many of those monsters like me can maintain sanity like me?"
"Very well, at least we have reached an agreement on this, Father."
Boluogo stretched his stiff body. This time the questioning went much smoother than he expected, "My purpose is also to kill him, so who is he?"
York shook his head and tried to recall everything at that time without hiding anything.
"I don't know... I questioned him, but he didn't say his name. As for the chain," York looked at the suspended chain, "he also delivered this weapon to me. He thought I would use it."
Gotta get it."
By now, York had understood what he meant. Even if he had immortality, without the secret power, York still had no chance of winning against the Sublime Ones, so he gave York this weapon, hoping that it would
Cause greater chaos.
As for his purpose... he just finds it interesting.
"It sounds very consistent with the style of the undead," Aimu's voice sounded in Boluogo's mind. "It has no purpose, or in other words, the only purpose is to cause greater trouble."
Boluogo complained in a low voice, "I'm starting to thank the Undead Club for its existence. It's like an asylum for troubled children. It's hard to imagine what kind of trouble it would cause if these undead people were thrown into the world."
The more he thought about it, the more Bologo realized the importance of the Undead Club, and he was not going to kill York, but planned to bring him to Sai Zong.
Like a coincidence of fate, as soon as he learned the secret of Fury, he met a wielder of the Origin Sin Arm.
"Oh, I remembered something," York tried to move, but he was completely controlled by Boluogo and couldn't move. "Can you put me down first?"
The glimmer in Boluogo's eyes dissipated, and for a moment, the strength supporting York disappeared. He staggered, but he still stood firmly.
"What's the matter?" Bologo asked.
"Although he didn't tell me his name, he said another title," York was a little troubled, "a very strange title."
Boluogo lost his patience, "What's your name?"
"Regent."
York's relaxed spirit suddenly became tense, and York could clearly detect the murderous intent erupting from Boluogo's body. They swallowed him up like a wave, making him feel suffocated.
"Regent?"
Bologg repeated York's words, and at the same time, the first ray of morning light fell from the gap between the Rift Valley buildings. It hit York's face, bringing a burning sting.