Chapter 823 Coincidence

"York, everyone is the offspring of God, and they all deserve God's grace."

The familiar voice sounded beside his ears, awakening York's dormant will. He was like a baby who had just woken up. In the dim light, he tried to reach out and grab the voice.

"Don't forget your original intention, don't forget our nature."

The voice gradually faded away, and York became a little panicked. He wanted to grab something, but he only held nothing in his hand.

At the same time, the vague will gradually woke up, and the pervasive pain enveloped him little by little. The glory was gone, replaced by the creeping and turbid darkness. They stretched out countless arms, tightly grasped York's body, and dragged him into the abyss.

"Ha..."

York opened his eyes suddenly. The fear brought by the nightmare had not yet dissipated. The real pain from his body was like a sharp knife, almost cutting York's mind.

He twitched in pain, blood surging in his throat, veins bulging, muscles tense. Seeing his painful appearance, the lofty figure squatted down and stabbed a needle into York's neck.

"I have been hunting the Night Clan and have never saved them, but this thing should make you feel better."

As Bologo spoke, he injected all of Mang Yin's soul into York's body. With the replenishment of blood and soul, the hunger and pain that almost crushed York's internal organs finally got some relief.

York lay flat on the ground, his chest heaving violently. Most of his body was still cracked, and the flesh and blood turned outward along the wound, and the internal texture structure was clearly visible.

As time passed, the powerful immortal power of the Night Clan was gradually manifested. These fatal wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. York's condition seemed to be much better, but his face was still that sickly pale.

"His bloodline is very high, at least higher than those Night Clan members I killed."

Based on York's self-healing speed, Bologo analyzed, "It seems that a Night Clan member of high status personally gave him blood."

"A Night Clan member of high status? Do you mean a high-level Night Clan member?" Amy asked.

"Almost, at least within three generations," Bologo's eyes became solemn, "Why would a high-level Night Clan appear here and give him blood? This doesn't make sense..."

"Maybe it was a whim," Amy said, "You have also seen the appearance of those high-level Night Clan. When they live too long, they will inevitably become like demons and have mood swings."

"Are you referring to Serre?"

"Besides him, do we have other high-level Night Clan that we are more familiar with?"

"I have had a few," Bologo sighed, "but before I got to know them deeply and got to know each other well, we dried them to death in the sun."

Bologo added, "They are all about four generations, barely high-level Night Clan."

Depending on the level of bloodline, the immortal power of the Night Clan itself will also show different strengths and weaknesses, which can be seen from their self-healing speed. Of course, a more direct way to judge is to throw them under the sun.

As the son of the Night King and the Lord of the Night Clan, Serre possesses extremely pure Night Clan blood. Theoretically, his self-healing speed can be equal to the burning of the sun, so that he needs to be exposed to the sun for several days before he can be completely killed.

"Oh? He's awake."

Aimee noticed York's awakening and reminded Blog.

York opened his eyes with difficulty, his scarlet pupils full of pain. He tried to move his body, but the severe pain in his body made him completely unable to move. He could only tilt his head and look at Blog, who was looking down at him.

"Father, we meet again. If possible, I really don't want to meet you in this way."

Blog said, with a glimmer in his eyes, and the invisible force wrapped around York and slowly lifted him up.

Because of the pleasant chat before and the kindness shown by York on the surface, Blog has maintained great restraint against York so far and has not used direct violent means.

"It's you... a stranger."

York coughed heavily. He recalled the scene he saw before he fell into a coma. Blogo was like a demon, easily crushing those fanatics and compressing their bodies into one blood ball after another.

What a blasphemous and crazy scene it was. Now recalling it, York still felt a chill on his spine. Now, he fell into Blogo's hands.

Blogo pointed to the outside world and motioned York to look.

"You don't have much time left, Father."

Outside the window, at the end of the dark night, a hazy glimmer had risen. Unknowingly, the time was approaching dawn.

York knew what Blogo meant. If his answer could not satisfy him, then he would see the warm sunshine for the first time in a long time, and then die in a tragic way.

"The first question, how did you become a member of the Night Clan?"

Blogo raised a finger, and then he raised the second finger.

"Where did you get this weapon from?"

The thorn chain slowly floated up. The rusty thorn chain had lost all its extraordinary properties and was under the control of Blogo like an ordinary mortal. But everyone knew how powerful this weapon would be when it completely devoured a person's mind.

York coughed twice and asked back, "I also have a lot of 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. I don't want to use too violent methods 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 hurt 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 unpardonable."

"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. ”

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. His previous questions were answered. The reason why the Night Clan didn't break out here was just because York controlled himself.

"Yeah," York said, "it wasn't easy, so I just 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 stand it anymore."

"so?"

"So I will suck the blood of some beasts, and those of evil people," York continued to explain, "but I don't spread this power. I know how harmful it is."

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 nothing more than good and evil."

"Very good. Those people I just killed are the evil side in the supernatural world, and I am the righteous side."

"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 foolish king. Usually we don't have a perfect answer to the choice."

York sighed, "It's just as I expected."

"You can think of me as a sheriff, 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, 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."

"You accepted this power in order to survive," Bologo 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. This made Boluogo change his mind slightly. 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 purpose 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?"

"Well, at least we agree on this, Father."

Boluogo stretched his stiff body. This time the question went much more smoothly than he expected. "My purpose is also to kill him, so who is he?"

York shook his head, trying 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...it's just fun.

"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 am beginning to be grateful for the existence of the Undead Club. It is like an asylum for troubled children. It is hard to imagine what troubles will be caused by throwing these undead people 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?" Bologg 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."

The relaxed spirit tightened instantly, and York could clearly detect the killing intent erupting from Boluogo. 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 gaps between the Rift Valley buildings. It hit York's face, bringing a burning sting.