Chapter 819 Phantom Blood Dance

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

In order not to attract attention, Berogo simply spread his etheric perception to detect potential condensers around him, and at the same time he continued to move forward following the guidance of the umbilical cord.

Nothing was found.

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

"I think something is affecting me."

After a long silence, Berogo slowly said, "It misled my perception and judgment, and thus made the evil hidden."

"Do you want to conduct a large search of the entire town?" Amy asked.

"No, it will only alert the enemy."

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

Looking up at Amy, Berogo asked, "Have you notified the decision-making room?"

"Uh-huh," Amy replied, "Just as you thought, the patrol work has now become an emergency operation. You are the team leader and I am a member of the team."

Amy continued, "Anyway, there are two of us, it should be enough."

Berogo thought about it and repeated Amy's words, "There are two of us."

Suddenly, Berogo stood up, picked up the suitcase, and was about to walk out the door.

"What are you going to do?" Amy asked.

"I think I am a nocturnal animal after all, and it is not suitable for me to work during the day," Berogo said, "I think those people are the same. No matter how deep they hide, they still need to go out to execute, and this will easily reveal their whereabouts."

"Do you need me to go with you?" Amy asked. He felt that Berogo's appearance did not seem like he wanted to take him with him.

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

Just as Blogo was about to move forward, Amy grabbed Blogo and looked at him seriously.

"We are a community of destiny, Blogo."

In response, Blogo sighed and then smiled, "I began to understand the disturbance brought by intimacy."

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

Amy took off her coat while speaking, and after a burst of ether glow twisted, she overlapped with Blogo.

"As for the fatigue of overtime you mentioned," Amy's voice sounded in Blogo's mind, "Don't worry, anyway, it's you who is taking action, I'm just a backup battery."

Blogo didn't say much, just nodded gently, went out and walked towards the night.

As Blogo said, when night fell, many poisonous insects and ghosts crawled out and slowly crawled in the darkness. Their target was the small church in the shadow of the town, which was so dilapidated that there was not much light.

York's knowledge of the extraordinary world was too little after all. Even though he had carefully handled the corpse, other believers of the Xingfu Sect still followed the smell of blood to find him.

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

Hammer's words rang in Tino's ears. Realizing his situation, Tino couldn't help but slow down again.

In order to liberate the evil of this world, the Xingfu Sect had planned for a long time. Before Hammer and Idel arrived, they had sent a team to arrive in Graystone Town first to prepare for the ceremony.

The team was very simple, with only one or two condensers, and the rest were ordinary believers. They thought they could avoid the sight of the Order Bureau, but they lost contact a few days after arriving, leaving only the lingering blood in the air.

Hammer once thought that they were discovered by the Order Bureau, but strangely, if the Order Bureau took action, there would be no trace left, and with the vigilance of the Order Bureau, once such a thing happened, they would quickly fill the defense gap of Graystone Town.

But in fact, nothing happened.

Graystone Town was like a thick fog, covering the road to the abandoned land. Everyone was afraid, but couldn't stop.

Tino held his breath slightly, he was getting closer and closer to the chapel. In the Xingfu Sect, they had a series of unique special skills, such as the blood that only they could perceive.

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

"Is it the priest?" Tino whispered.

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

Forget it, there is no need to think so much.

Tino was blessed by the Scarlet Mistress, and he was also a believer. In the conventional battles of the extraordinary world, Tino was already a strong force, not to mention that he was now with others.

Before the conversion ceremony began, Tino had to solve all interference factors for Hammer.

"For the Beast of the Devouring Group."

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

Striding forward, the others surrounded the chapel, while Tino pushed open the door alone and walked in. Breezes flowed out of the church, and the air was mixed with the smell of incense.

At first glance, Tino saw York sitting in front of the statue. He lowered his head and held a rosary in his hand, as if praying.

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

The church was dark, with only a few candles burning in silence. Just like the feeling of Blogo when he first came, Tino didn't understand why such a distinguished priest had such a simple church.

York had explained this part many times, but people who were filled with desires found it difficult to believe that a person would really abandon all kinds of desires and be willing to endure the asceticism of poverty.

"I don't care about material enjoyment."

As he approached, Tino heard York's whispers, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was talking to himself.

"As long as the food is enough to fill your stomach, it's fine, and as long as the house can shelter you from the wind and rain, it's fine...

Unless it is necessary, everything else is useless."

Just as Tino was about to get close to York, York suddenly stood up, turned his head, and looked at the visiting Tino.

"Good evening, believers." York said.

"Hello, Father."

Tino nodded, and just as he was about to say something else, Tino smelled the blood in the air, which was different from the special abilities of the Xingrot Sect, but the real blood.

The dripping sound of the liquid flowed, and Tino could even imagine that scene, the crystal blood beads fell to pieces on the hard ground.

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

"I was just repenting and whipped myself. Sorry."

Tino tried to see York's face, but the light in the room was too dim to illuminate York's face. He could only see a pair of brown glasses on his nose.

"What are you repenting for?" Tino asked in a mysterious way.

York turned around, and then Tino noticed that York was dragging a chain covered with thorns in his other hand.

"Repent for killing you."

York explained coldly.

Tino and York looked at each other suddenly. This sudden development broke his expectations. York seemed to know that they would come, and before he recovered from the shock, York, who had been prepared, launched an attack. He raised the chain with all his strength and turned into a red afterimage to slash at Tino.

Tino dodged subconsciously, but the chain seemed to have self-awareness and coiled around Tino like a python. The moment it touched, the dense spikes tore off a large piece of Tino's flesh, and his skin instantly became bloody and bloody.

"A descendant from the darkness!"

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

In the light of the fire, York scolded Tino and danced wildly with the chain.

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

No matter what these people wanted to do, York would fight to the end. This was his town.

The chain swept across and easily knocked away everything along the way. Gravel flew and wood chips flew. Even if he couldn't see Tino's position clearly, York could sense the evil breath lingering on him.

That was the crazy power from the devil, and York had vowed to destroy him.

Tino gritted his teeth. The chain seemed to have some kind of poison. The wound torn by it was sending uncontrollable pain, almost making Tino faint.

An alchemical weapon?

Such a guess emerged in Tino's mind. Then 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 his body surface. At this time, there was no need to hide his strength. He wanted to fight quickly.

Seeing Tino's reaction, York was also convinced of his inner thoughts. The other party was a condenser. After his thoughts were confirmed, a sense of crisis surged in his heart. You know, York's only means of attack was the contract in his hand.

York retreated decisively, and more noises came from all directions. They were the believers who surrounded the church. They had already discovered the battle in the church and were surrounding them.

Tino drew out the short knife from his waist and jumped up. With the help of the power of ether, he brought great strength and the knife light quickly approached York. York turned and swung the candlestick. The old metal was easily cut by the blade. York also threw the candlestick. The blazing fire quickly magnified in Tino's eyes.

The dazzling light blinded Tino's vision for a few seconds. The chain swung again, like a cunning snake, and accurately chopped Tino's head. This blow was enough to smash his head, but at the moment the two came into contact, the chain was like hitting a phantom, easily sinking into Tino's body, and then smashing the ground.

Mysterious energy!

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

Mystical Energy·Phantom Bush.

Tino roared angrily, and countless phantoms made neat and consistent movements, swinging their blades at York, and they rushed towards York again.

Among the countless deadly phantom blade lights, there was a real sharp blade.

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

After successfully resolving this 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.

Gunshots rang out.

York's movements were delayed for a moment, and a bullet hole suddenly appeared in his chest, and blood gushed out.

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

This was not the end. Tino then slammed the hilt of the knife, causing the blade to completely sink into York's body until the sharp tip of the knife slowly pierced out from behind his 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 wide open, as if he still didn't believe it.

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

Tino stood beside him, with the tip of the knife vertical to the ground, dripping blood.

"How is it?"

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

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

Tino passed York's body, frowning. For some reason, he had an unshakable sense of uneasiness in his heart. Since entering the church... no, since entering Graystone Town, he felt a strange sense of distortion, as if something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it clearly.

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

An accident? A devout priest accidentally got an alchemical weapon and was able to use it unexpectedly, so he mistook it for some kind of miracle?

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

The chain brushed across his chest and tore most of his neck. In the gushing blood, the figure who should have died stood up again. The brown glasses on his nose had long been shattered, revealing the scarlet blood pupils behind the glass.