Chapter 820 Domination

When the scarlet eyes met Tino's, many unsolved mysteries became clear.

The priest of this town turned out to be a night clan, and judging from his self-healing speed, his bloodline was not low.

The huge pain frightened Tino, his throat was torn, and the sound of whistling wind came from the blurred wound. Seeing this, the others also became panicked. They also pulled the trigger again, trying to shoot York, regardless of the principle of concealment.

York used to be a pious priest, and the word violence was almost insulated from him, but after that night, York became more and more proficient in the use of violence, as if he was born to be good at it. At the same time, York also realized one thing, violence is not evil, violence is just a means to achieve the goal.

What is important is the will to dominate violence.

Tino struggled painfully, he was tortured by the chains, his clothes had been shattered and stuck together with his flesh and blood.

His expression became ferocious, Tino roared, rushed towards York, and York did the same, and the two rushed to each other at almost the same time.

Tino raised his short knife and slashed at York frantically. Under the effect of the secret energy, his figure appeared countless double images, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

York swung the chain to block, and the knife and the chain kept intertwining, with rumbling sounds and sparks. Suddenly, York turned around and swung the chain hard, sweeping across Tino's waist. Tino tried to cut York's throat, but the chain was faster than his blade.

After a hissing sound, Tino's body flew out and knocked over several benches.

York strode forward and grabbed Tino's bloody throat. His fingers drilled into his wounds, as if he wanted to break his cervical vertebrae, and lifted him up with force.

Gunshots came at the same time.

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

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

Bone fragments, blood flying, and even one of Tino's eyeballs burst.

For York, what he saw was so brutal and blasphemous, not to mention that all this happened in the sacred church, in front of his statue, but York was no longer as resistant as before, and his eyes were gradually swallowed by evil.

For a moment, York couldn't help wondering if he was really on the road to depravity, but when he thought that his sacrifice could kill so much 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 Tino tightly, York repeatedly punched his head.

York's blood and Tino's blood were all soaked on the chains. The blood did not drip, but was swallowed by the chains.

Like a grand sacrifice, as more and more blood was injected, the rust marks on the chains, like wounds, were slowly healing themselves.

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

He needed more and more blood, more death, and more killing. As for whether all this came from York or Tino, he didn't care.

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

In the blink of an eye, under York's heavy punch, Tino's head and most of his chest collapsed. It stands to reason that Tino should have died, but the drooping arm suddenly tensed up, a series of light tracks flashed on the skin, and then the dagger stabbed out violently.

Even though York possessed the Thorn Binding Pain Chains and the blood of the Night Clan, he was too weak. He was not even a Condenser, which limited his upper limit.

Under the blessing of the ether amplification, the dagger twisted into a streaking light band. York could see its trajectory, but he could not stop it. He could only watch the dagger hit his arm and split the flesh and bones.

York's entire arm was strangely bent, with only a little flesh barely sticking together. Fortunately, the arm was not completely cut off. Then the knife light approached York's eyes. After a sharp sting, a scarlet scar bloomed along York's chin and cut the bridge of his nose.

"Ha... ha..."

York gasped, but the blood went back into his nasal cavity and throat, bringing a suffocating feeling again.

Tino's hideous face appeared in front of York. He rushed forward and directly pressed York down. Just when York thought that the fatal knife light would cut his throat, Tino lowered his body and bit off a large piece of flesh from York's neck.

A strange chewing sound came from Tino's mouth. As the flesh went down his stomach, the fatal wound on Tino's body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he and York had the same immortal body.

Protection: Bloodthirsty Healing.

Tino stood up slowly. York had an immortal body, and so did he.

In this crazy and 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. As his power was awakened, the chains wrapped around York's torso and embedded into his flesh and blood. A power far beyond York's own was bestowed on him, but when that power wanted to continue to grow, it seemed to have encountered a bottleneck and could no longer grow.

An inexplicable lament came.

York did not have an alchemical matrix. No matter how much he improved his power, it was ultimately limited to mortal nature. From the beginning, he was an unlucky person who strayed into the extraordinary world.

"Night Clan? How could the Night Clan be here?"

Tino panted and asked while swinging his knife, leaving another hideous wound on York's body.

As long as the undead were continuously injured and exhausted from self-healing, their power could be greatly limited.

A bloody smell 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 thirst for body and blood.

Since becoming a member of the Night Tribe, York has tried very hard to control his thirst for blood. He turned the basement into a cell to restrain himself, and sucked the blood of animals when necessary. He tried not to cross the red line, but the more he controlled, the more his inner desire grew uncontrollably.

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

Tino also noticed this, and he was very surprised, "You are not even a condenser?"

Seeing this scene, the strange awkwardness in Tino's heart became more and more abrupt. The one who hindered their actions turned out to be a member of the Night Tribe, and this member of the Night Tribe did not have a condenser.

Tino was a little confused about the cause of the incident, and felt that the current situation 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 reached out and hugged Tino's head. Just as Tino was eating his flesh and blood, York bit Tino's throat and sucked blood.

"Blood!"

York growled in his throat. He was clearly aware of the gap between him and Tino, but he didn't want to give up.

Under the gaze of the statue, York looked like a demon. His expression became more and more hideous. The blood of the two mixed and flowed on the ground, emitting a foul smell.

Tino repeatedly stabbed York's internal organs with the blade, stabbing York's flesh and blood, trying to separate himself from him, but York was unmoved and only cared about the endless malice.

With the blood entering his throat, the uncontrollable hunger was finally relieved, and the rising vitality came with it. The sense of power surged in his blood. York could clearly feel that he was coming back to life, just like that night, but his eyes couldn't help but shed tears of blood.

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

But he can't refuse, he must live, he must destroy certain people and things.

Tino broke free from York's bite, but the price was that his neck, which had just healed, was cut off again. A large piece of flesh and blood gushed out. York stood up and covered his torn abdomen to prevent his internal organs from falling out.

In the dim church, more dim lights lit up. This time, the enemy coming was not just Tino.

The short battle ended. Tino was exhausted by York. Now he just wanted to completely destroy York.

"Kill him!"

In an instant, gunshots rang out.

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

As the fanatics of the Scarlet Corruption Sect, they were all blessed by the Scarlet Mistress. As long as they had enough flesh and blood, they were all immortal. The brutal bloody battle just now was just an extremely common thing for them.

The bullets were like a series of heavy punches, hitting York's body back again and again. His mind was a little dazed, and the angry voice beside his ear became louder, as if it wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and take away York's mind.

If I could kill them all...

York thought so, his body moved uncontrollably, and he swung the chain violently. Although there was no ether injected, the chain showed extraordinary power at this moment. During the swing, the chain quickly split into several pieces, like a steel storm.

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

But when the chain hit the fanatic's body, he was like being caught by a high-speed beast. The sharp thorns tore his skin and flesh, and the strong force transmitted from the metal shattered his bones.

The fanatic's body twisted and broke into several pieces. Thick blood plasma sprayed most of the church, leaving a lingering blood mist on the spot.

Tino was stunned. Rather than saying that the fanatic was broken by the chain, it was better to say that he was ordered to be destroyed the moment he came into contact with the chain.

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 terrifying scene.

The chains were like thorns, piercing through York's flesh and deep into his body. They were like a huge python, wriggling and crawling inside his body, as if they had vitality, rushing to York's heart and brain desperately, trying to control him completely.

York's body was convulsing, 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, piercing every pore, every inch of muscle, and every blood vessel of his mercilessly.

Waves of pain came, and York seemed to be in hell. A look of pain appeared on his twisted face, and he was trembling and restless.

Tino looked straight at York, as if another terrifying existence was trying to devour York and turn him into a carrier of his own descent, the fear of doing evil.

A broken figure slowly emerged behind York, and the fragments collided and gathered with each other, turning into a giant red wolf.

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

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

Tino shuddered involuntarily, and he stepped back, tripped by broken flesh and bones.

York walked towards all of them. Under the control of the furious power, the chains had completely transformed into red thorns. They drilled out of York's wounds, like countless arms dancing wildly in the air, twisting and deforming, swinging irregularly.

All the materials hit by the thorns were easily shattered. Some people came to their senses and fired at York, but this could not stop York's progress at all. Some people tried to activate the secret energy, and the ether streams were shattered by the thorns before they touched York.

Tino could not understand what was happening in front of him at all. The power released by the chains was no longer something that alchemical weapons could do... Is it a contract object?

"Kill... all the sinners!"

York roared. His body was broken by the wild growth of thorns, but he was tightly bound by them. Countless thorns pierced everyone present, but just as they pierced their flesh and blood, the door of the church was pushed open again.

Suddenly, the world became quiet, and even time seemed to freeze. Everyone kept the action just now, stagnant in place, motionless, even York.

High concentration of ether vented silently, filling the entire church. The power of control instantly dominated everyone, even the power of the thorn binding pain chain was tightly restricted.

Bologo stood at the door, his cold green eyes swept across the faces, and finally stopped on York.