Endless Debt Chapter 1185 - 30: Domination

When those scarlet eyes t Tino’s gaze, many unresolved mysteries suddenly beca clear.

The priest of this small town turned out to be a mber of the Night Race, and judging by his self-healing speed, his Bloodline Tier is not low.

The imnse pain made Tino tremble with fear, his throat torn, the blurred wound emitted the sound of the wind, seeing this scene, others beca panicked as well, ignoring the principle of secrecy, they once again pulled the trigger, trying to shoot York.

York used to be a devout priest, the word "violence" was almost foreign to him, but after that night, York beca increasingly adept at using violence, as if he was naturally good at it. At the sa ti, York realized one thing: violence is not evil, it’s rely a ans to achieve an end.

The important thing is the will to dominate the violence.

Tino struggled in pain, tornted by chains, his clothes shattered, and adhered to his flesh and blood.

His expression beca fierce, Tino roared, charging towards York, as did York, both of them rushing to face each other almost simultaneously.

Tino raised his short knife, frantically slashing at York. Under the effect of Secret Energy, his silhouette appeared in countless shadows, making it impossible to tell the real from the false.

York swung the chains to block, the knife and chains continuously crossed, sound booming, sparks flying, suddenly, York turned around, powerfully swung the chains, sweeping across Tino’s waist. Tino tried to cut open York’s throat, but the chains were faster than his blade.

With a scream, Tino’s body flew out, crashing into several benches.

York strode forward, grabbing Tino’s bloody throat, fingers digging painfully into the wound, as if to snap his neck, lifting him forcefully.

Gunfire erupted.

Their figures nearly overlapped, and as the deadly bullets poured out, they either grazed York or hit Tino’s body.

York didn’t intend to give Tino any chance, chains wrapped around his fist circle after circle, like an Iron Hamr filled with spikes, the next second, the swinging heavy fist crushed half of Tino’s face.

Bone shards, blood flying, even one of Tino’s eyeballs burst.

To York, what unfolded before him was so savage and desecrated, not to ntion all this happened inside the sacred church, in front of his icon, but York no longer resisted as before, his gaze gradually consud by ferocity.

For a mont, York couldn’t help but wonder if he was indeed walking the path of corruption, but thinking of his sacrifice that could erase much of the darkness, York felt it wasn’t a big deal to be within the darkness.

One punch! Two punches!

No one taught York how to fight, everything he did ca from his body’s instincts.

While clutching Tino, York repeatedly hamred his head.

York’s blood, Tino’s blood, both soaked into the chains, the blood did not drip but was consud by the chains.

Like a grand sacrifice, as more and more blood injected, those rust marks on the chains, like wounds, surprisingly started slowly self-healing.

An uncontrollable rage surged from York’s heart, burning his insides like fireworks, strange music echoed in his ears, York couldn’t understand what was said, but he comprehended the aning.

He needed more blood, more death, more carnage, whether this ca from York or Tino, he didn’t care.

Like an embodint of concept, his desire was so pure.

In the blink of an eye, under York’s heavy fists, Tino’s head and most of his chest caved in, ordinarily Tino should have died, but his drooped arm suddenly tightened, a string of light tracks flashed on the skin, then the short knife stabbed fiercely.

Even though York possessed the Thorny Pain Lock and the Blood of the Night Race, he was too weak himself, failing to be a Condenser, this limitation already capped his potential.

Under Ethereal Amplification’s boost, the short knife twisted into a speeding light band, York could see its trajectory but couldn’t stop it, only watch helplessly as the knife hit his arm, hacking open flesh and bone.

York’s entire arm bent bizarrely, leaving only so skin barely holding together, fortunately, the arm wasn’t completely severed, then the knife light neared York’s face, after a sharp pain, a scarlet scar blood along York’s chin, slicing through his nose bridge.

"Ha... Ha..."

York panted heavily, but the blood surged back into his nasal cavity and throat, bringing a new wave of suffocation.

Tino’s fierce face appeared before York, he lunged forward, directly pinning York down, just when York thought the deadly knife light would sever his throat, Tino lowered his head, biting off a large chunk of flesh from York’s neck.

A bizarre chewing sound emanated from Tino’s mouth, as the flesh and blood swallowed, Tino’s fatal injuries visibly healed, as if he and York shared the sa Undying Body.

Protection·Bloodthirsty Healing.

Tino slowly stood up, York possessed the Undying Body, so did he.