Human nature is complex and sometimes contradictory. Bologo thinks that he is the chosen savior and fights for all mankind. Similarly, he also feels that he is a heinous sinner and often resorts to inhumane means.
To deal with your enemies.
"The restraint of the commandments is to prevent our hearts from deteriorating on the way to achieving our ideals and sinking into the things we once hated. However, the commandments are not static and should also change in response to the changes of the times.
When the precepts designed to protect our nature begin to slow down our progress toward our ideals and become a stumbling block, we should improve them or even abandon them decisively."
The priest's words echoed in Bologor's ears. His words subverted the doctrine and were simply disrespectful. However, his faith was so pious that even Bologor could not deny the transcendent divinity in him.
"Beliefs, precepts, rules, codes, morals... all of these things are essentially to help more people live a happy life. So as long as this goal is achieved, I don't think it is necessary to care about the difference in means."
Boluogo savored the words of the priest, and he rarely resonated with another person. He couldn't help but whisper, "Tools are just tools to achieve the goal."
Standing in the dark alley, Boluogo was immersed in some gradually rising emotions, until Amu's voice broke the state.
"What are you talking about?" Aimu asked extremely confused, "Also, what on earth were you and the priest talking about just now?"
"Nothing, just talking to myself."
Boluogo said casually, "As for what we were talking about...he and I were just talking about each other's values."
"How is the result?"
"We clicked unexpectedly."
"When I heard him talk about sin and goodness, it was like I was looking at my own shadow," Burlogo said with admiration.
"Oh?" Aimu said, "He seems to be really unique. You rarely give someone such a high evaluation."
"I just feel resonance," Boluogo's expression became serious, "but this is not a good thing."
"Why?"
"He is very similar to me, and I, I know very well what kind of person I am," Boluogo's voice lowered, "Without those warm salvations, I would probably become an extreme lunatic, like
For a person like me, one is enough."
Boluogo breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, he doesn't seem to have anything unusual, and I didn't notice the implantation of the alchemy matrix. He is just a priest with some extreme ideas and an extremely pious priest."
"But that's not how you behaved just now."
Aimu's voice was full of worry, "I can feel that you instinctively have an inexplicable hostility towards him, and even feel angry. I once thought you would pull out the sword blade and chop him with one sword."
Boluogo tried to recall the emotion he had just felt, but his thoughts were all blank, "Is there any?"
"Are you doubting me?"
Boluogo fell silent, turned his head, and looked at the dark, lightless and dilapidated church at the end of the low building.
"Are you sure he's really okay? Isn't there any reaction from your umbilical cord?"
Due to his high connection with the devil, Bologo is like a walking evil radar. With his umbilical cord, he can accurately catch enemies lurking in the dark. This is why Bologo is very suitable for this kind of patrol work.
"Initially, the umbilical cord did respond."
Boluogo's voice was emotionless. "It pointed directly at the priest, but then, its direction deflected and pointed to the other side."
Lowering his head, the dark umbilical cord was looming, dancing wildly in mid-air like a tentacle breaking open Boluogo's belly.
"It should be said that the direction it points to is constantly changing. Either there are many enemies related to the devil around us, or the enemy I noticed is constantly moving."
Boluogo looked in the direction of the great rift and said uncertainly, "It may also be affected by the evils of this world. It is like a huge source of pollution. Even here, the strange influence can pass through the abandoned place."
Land, directly to Graystone Town."
After continuous promotion, Bologo's perception also improved. It was only after becoming a power bearer that Bologo became able to control the umbilical cord skillfully and turn it into his own sensory tool.
"It doesn't matter," Bologo said, "We have plenty of time to search this town and we will always find the problem."
Boluogo turned around and walked towards the new town. It was already dark. He had been walking all day and it was time for him to rest.
"This reminds me of the horror movies I watched before," Aimu said.
"Which one are you referring to?" Bologo casually announced a series of scary-sounding movie titles, "'Opal Hammer Murderer'? Or 'Night of Madness'?"
"'Bloodline'," Aimu said, "is a movie about a group of unlucky ghosts who step into a closed town and discover that the townspeople specialize in eating the human flesh of outsiders."
When she thought of the plot of the movie, Aimu felt nauseous. She couldn't understand why Bologna and Palmer liked this kind of thing. Others were so disgusted physically, but they could eat French fries while watching it.
He looked like he was enjoying it and would make a few comments even if nothing happened.
"If it were me, I should be able to do it more efficiently."
"No, no, no, Boluogo, this is not a job for them, but a kind of sports enjoyment. Of course, it is done as much as you want."
Conversations like this were repeated over and over again.
"Do you think we are the unlucky ones who wandered into the town by mistake now?"
Boluogo's voice awakened Aimu from his memories, and Aimu responded, "What else?"
"I don't think so. "Bloodline" is classified as a horror film because the protagonists are a group of ordinary people who have no ability to resist. They don't even have the courage to swing knives at others and will only fall into the hands of crazy townspeople.
Grilled meat for the table.
But what about replacing the protagonists with a well-trained, heavily armed elite squad?"
Boluogo continued to think divergently. After thinking about it carefully, Boluogo found that arranging the story in this way was unexpectedly interesting.
"This elite team will kill these brutal townspeople. This is no longer a horror movie, but a hearty and enjoyable movie," Bologo continued, "Now replace this elite team with me..."
Along with Boluogo's narration, the inexplicable shadow that shrouded Aimu's heart immediately dissipated.
Yes, when Boluogo steps here, even if what happens next is the plot of a movie, then the plot will definitely be reversed.
It's not that the townspeople are here to kill the unlucky guy who accidentally entered, but that the unlucky guy wants to chase and kill all the townspeople.
Boluogo said, "Keep observing, I have a hunch that I will find something interesting here."
"Well...tell me, why do we need two single rooms?"
"ah?"
Aimu's voice was a bit cunning, and Boluogo could already imagine that she was hugging his head like a cat, with her sharp cat claws gently digging into her skin.
"What, are you shy?"
…
Watching Boluogo leave, the priest's hanging heart finally fell to the ground, and then his cold and serious expression instantly became distorted, like a hungry and bloodthirsty violent beast.
He pulled open his collar and gasped for breath. Sweat formed on his body and steam rose. The priest felt dizzy and his steps became messy and staggering. He held on to the wall and walked into the rear room with difficulty, and then
Walking down the long ladder, you entered the deep basement.
There were several shocking cracks on the walls covered with mold. Geological changes caused most of the place to collapse. It took the priest a long time to clean it up again.
The priest stumbled, opened an iron door, and rushed in. He fell hard to the ground and broke his knees and elbows.
His breathing became painful, but he knew that he couldn't stop yet. He had to deal with these things before losing his mind.
The priest struggled to stand up, closed the iron door, and took off the brown glasses on the bridge of his nose. A pair of blood-colored eyes shone in the darkness.
Picking up the chain covered with thorns from the shadows, the priest didn't care at all that the thorns cut his hands, and tied it around his body in circles until he couldn't move.
Until this moment, the priest finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his exhausting struggle finally relaxed. It was also at the moment when his mind relaxed that he let out a low roar like a beast.
The priest clearly felt his own sinking, and a frightening and fanatical desire surged out of his heart. His body shook uncontrollably. After struggling hard, the chains were deeply embedded in his body. His eyes were red and his mouth was red.
A series of creepy breathing sounds came from inside.
"Blood! Blood! Blood!"
The priest roared uncontrollably, his throat was filled with the taste of blood, and his eyes were crazy and strange, not like a human being.
The blood of the Night Clan brings immortality, but it also creates a hole in the priest's soul. The empty hole requires endless blood to satisfy, and this is the blood thirst that plagues the Night Clan.
The priest didn't know this. He just felt that he couldn't drink the blood of others, otherwise he would sink deeper into evil and fall into the same category as those crazy monsters.
It sounds a bit hypocritical, but until this moment, the priest still feels that he is not a monster.
The priest tried hard to fight against the desire for blood, but the more he resisted, the stronger the desire became. He was so immersed in the spell of desire that he almost forgot his identity.
He hit the wall repeatedly, and the shackles on his body made a harsh friction sound. This painful struggle lasted for who knows how long. The priest seemed to have exhausted all his strength and slowly stopped.
The priest fell in a pool of blood, looking like he was dying, but soon, his broken body healed itself at a high speed, the rising thirst for blood also subsided, and reason and sobriety returned to the priest's eyes.
A tired and painful sigh sounded.
The priest slowly took off the chains on his body and raised his hands to support the wall. Even though he had survived another round of blood thirst, he still felt an endless sense of emptiness in his heart. For a moment, the priest actually
Some cowardly thoughts came to his mind, and he felt that he couldn't support them anymore.
But such thoughts only lasted for a moment.
Putting his brown glasses back on to cover up the blood in his eyes, the priest straightened his waist again.
Picking up the chain, the priest's eyes became complicated. At first he just thought it was an ordinary chain, but as it was stained with more and more blood, the red rust on the chain slowly changed, like
It's like shedding skin, peeling off layer by layer.
What makes the priest even more weird is that as long as the chain is wrapped around it, it can bring endless power and murderous intent to him, and the chain itself also has some unique abilities.
It was by relying on the power brought by the chains that the priest was able to defeat those dangerous enemies.
"Contract item?"
The priest whispered, this name was found out by the priest from those people. They called the chains in their hands by this name.
They were also surprised by their existence and called themselves "Night Clan". From their mouths, the priest also learned a lot of interesting information, such as the alchemical matrix.
Thinking of this, the priest felt that time was running out. He opened the closed iron door and walked deeper into the basement. At the dark end, the iron door of the cell was covered with coagulated blood.
The moment he opened the cell, a bloody and putrid smell hit his face, as if countless corpses were stacked on top of each other, and the thick, putrid blood was half-coagulated, flowing slowly and fermenting.
It was pitch dark inside the cell, with only a few dim lights flickering. The criminal was handcuffed to an iron chair, and his whole body was tied tightly. He had been tortured for several days, and the scars and lacerations on his body were everywhere, almost equal to a
The remains of a lake of flesh and blood.
The priest rubbed his aching head and tried to cheer up. He skillfully picked up a heavy hammer from the door and without any warning, hit the prisoner's head hard, making a heart-wrenching impact.
The prisoner groaned in pain. This sudden blow brought great pain and fear. The blood on his body leaked out like a broken water ball and splashed on the ground.
The priest breathed heavily and without any hesitation, he swung the hammer again and smashed the sinner's knee.
He knew that this level of damage was not enough to kill this group of people, this group... this group of people called Sublime Ones.
The Sublime Ones are a mysterious group that wields extraordinary power.
The battle with them was not easy, but the priest still won. During the torture, the priest learned that they were just a group of ordinary, first-stage sublimation practitioners. From what they said, they were just advance spies, and there would be more powerful ones later.
People.
The priest was under great pressure. Even now he could still recall the thrill of the battle. Without the chain they called the contract object, it would be difficult for the priest to win.
Staring at the sinner's face with cold eyes, the priest raised his foot and kicked the sinner's stomach hard. The sinner's body trembled, almost unable to support himself, and began to shake continuously.
"Huh...where did we talk last time?"
The priest pulled the chair next to him and he sat down tiredly. He had just escaped from the blood thirst, and his body and mind had suffered great losses.
The sinner spoke, but his answer did not satisfy the priest.
"You crazy person."
He cursed feebly, and the heartbreaking pain filled his whole body. His body had been cut to pieces, his bones and internal organs were exposed, and blood was flowing continuously.
For an ordinary first-stage sublimation person, this kind of injury would be fatal, but the sinner is still alive. The priest obviously noticed this, so when he tortured these people, he tried his best to cause great trauma to them, causing them
It hurts so much that I don’t want to live.
The priest ignored the sinner's words and said to himself.
"I remembered where we talked last time."
The priest's eyes were extremely cold, "Whose spies are you, why do you come to this town, and why are you full of evil aura?"
The sinner showed a ferocious smile and his voice was hoarse.
"They will find you and kill you. You can't survive relying only on the contracted objects and the power of the Night Clan!"
The priest sighed, opened the cabinet on one side, and took out the prepared murder weapons, knives, needles, pliers, knives and forks, etc.
A few minutes later, an astonishing scream came from the cell, which almost penetrated the basement and turned into a wail in the wilderness, which was heart-breaking.
When the cell door was opened again, the floor and walls of the entire room were in a mess of flesh and blood, like a bloody slaughterhouse.
The priest dragged the sinner's body.
Before cleaning up the place, the priest couldn't help but think about a question in his mind, a brand new question.
