Endless Debt

Chapter 101: Above the Sword

There was a severe dizziness in my head, and my senses were completely distorted. A strange buzzing sound echoed in my ears, as if telling some vague spell.

Sere collapsed between the broken tables and chairs. In his blurred vision, he saw a broken table leg piercing into his body. It was like being hit by exploding shrapnel, and a thin layer of blood was drawn out on his body. point.

Since retiring, Sere has not touched anyone for a long time, and naturally he is rarely touched by others. His mind is in a trance, and a strange and familiar feeling gradually envelopes his mind.

After a brief absence of consciousness, a ferocious anger grew in Sere's heart. It was the aura that always accompanied him when he was the Lord of the Night Tribe. After so many years, it came back again.

The sound of dripping blood gradually stopped, and Sere's body completely healed itself. He pulled out the broken thorn inserted into his body, and his scarlet eyes revealed the most brutal anger.

The furious Weier took a few steps back. Normally, there would be some fights and fights in the Undead Club, but this time it was different from before. Sere was driven out of anger, calling out to the man who had been decadent for many years in his heart. furious.

"Are you angry at me? Sere."

Sai Zong looked relaxed and sat carelessly on the high chair next to the bar. He moved the arm he had just punched. The thin and haggard arm contained extraordinary power. If he hadn't intentionally withdrew his strength, he would have just done that. One blow is enough to knock Sere out.

Sere growled, "You...you bastard."

"Me? I don't deny this, but what about you? You're not any better than me, right?"

Saizong continued to laugh at Sere, and raised his hand to shake it at Bode behind him, who wisely handed him a glass of wine.

As the temporary bartender of the Undead Club, Bode is undoubtedly much more professional than Sere. This conflict did not affect him at all... It may have affected him, but there were only pale bones left on his face. Even if he was shocked, There is no expression on his face.

"Besides, Sere, why are you angry at me?"

Sai Zong drank the wine in one gulp and asked, "For what reason did you punch me?"

"You! Olivia, you are asking her to die!"

Sere is well aware of the power and terror of his father, which is something he avoids and refuses to face all his life, but now, Olivia is walking towards the dark vortex, maybe she is already standing in the night in front of the king.

"I didn't force Olivia, she went of her own volition."

Sai Zong smiled ugly, he rarely smiled.

Sere was stunned for a moment. Something familiar came back. The lingering haze and the pain were so deep that Sere's hands shook inexplicably. He wanted to control his arms, but It will only make it tremble more violently.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Sere kept cursing. As the Lord of the Night Clan, he couldn't even control his own hands.

"Why are you angry?" Sai Zong asked again, "You don't love Olivia, do you? Even if she comes to you in person to ask for help, you still hide in the shadows and refuse to take a step."

Saizong looked at Serei with disdain and said in a cruel voice, "You should be happy now, Serei, she is going to die soon, and no one will bother you anymore."

Serei's body froze in place, staring at Sai Zong, his scarlet eyes seemed to be bleeding, so scarlet.

Wei'er quietly moved away from this place. As a bystander, it knew very well what Sai Zong was doing. Likewise, it also knew that under the layers of irritation, no one knew what bastard things Se Lei would do.

madman.

All along, Weier felt that underneath Serei's seemingly calm and calm demeanor, there was a madman with extremely unstable emotions and immature mind.

It’s hard to imagine what Sere’s childhood was like. As the eldest son of the Night King, he has been indoctrinated with a deformed world view since birth and became the Night King’s best executioner. Logically speaking, he should stand firmly by his father. On the other side, but he betrayed his class because of the death of a woman.

Others may think that Serei is an affectionate person, but Weier only thinks that Serei is a madman who can easily throw away power and power for the so-called love.

Such a lunatic is the worst person to mess with. He is also such a lunatic, and his actions are full of weirdness and unknowns, which are deeply disturbing.

Sai Zong faced off with Se Lei, continuing to sting Se Lei's heart, "What I said is right, Se Lei. On the contrary, you should be grateful to me. I helped you solve such a disturbing trouble. "

Sere was silent, his chest heaving violently, and the restless heartbeat could be vaguely heard.

The silence lasted for a long time, and Sere slowly loosened his clenched fists. He took a few steps back, staggered, stumbled back into the shadows, and sat down on the ground.

Different from the ferocious posture just now, Serei now looked like a lost soul, looking as embarrassed as the homeless people who can be seen everywhere on the streets.

His eyes were downcast, full of sadness and hazy mist.

"Feel sorry."

After a long time, Sere reluctantly said this.

Sai Zong put away the mocking look on his face. The scene at the moment was inexplicably like the street in the afternoon. Sai Zong didn't know what kind of identity he should be in, but he was sure that Se Lei must be the humble homeless man.

Every member of the Immortal Club is a homeless person, so these wanderers gather together to warm each other and relieve eternal loneliness.

"Really boring……"

Sai Zong muttered something and handed the empty wine glass back to Bode, asking him to fill it up again.

"Serei, you are really good at distracting people. You are neither good nor bad... I really don't know how to describe you."

Sai Zong wanted to rebuke something, but as soon as the words came to his lips, he seemed to have lost interest and no longer even had the strength to speak.

meaningless.

Sere is a stubborn guy. If he could be influenced by a few words, Aisha wouldn't die, Olivia wouldn't leave, and there wouldn't be all the messy things that happened in the future.

Sai Zong drank the wine, Bode silently filled it up for him repeatedly, and Weier quietly hid aside. She didn't want to get into trouble.

In the silence, Sere's body curled up and hugged himself into a ball. It was unimaginable that a Lord of the Night Clan could have such a pitiful moment, like a wild dog soaked by the cold rain.

Sere was not an idiot. After a brief moment of losing control, he came to his senses. This matter had nothing to do with Sai Zong or anyone else. This was a conspiracy set by Olivia for herself, just like her mother. That way.

"I have to say, although I have never met Aisha, I did see her shadow in Olivia." Sai Zong leaned back on the bar, "In comparison, she is so brave, it is simply Unlike you, the descendants of the Night Clan."

Sai Zong's voice was neither high nor loud, but it sounded like thunder in Serei's ears, rumbling and giving him a headache.

His heart rate accelerated and sweat formed on his forehead. Sere was like a patient who was about to die suddenly, suffering from the pain.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Sere cursed in his heart. He really wanted to find a target and throw all his anger, resentment, and responsibility to it so that he could be freed, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't get a result. .

In the end, Sere clearly realized that this was his responsibility and what he needed to bear. No matter how Sere tried to escape, it would eventually catch up with him and tear him to pieces.

The corner of the shadow gradually calmed down, and Sere slumped on the ground, his face pale.

"Have you thought about it? Sere," Sai Zong crossed his arms and said in a cold tone, "There is not much time left for you."

"I...even if I think about it, what can I do?"

Sere laughed sadly, and his body became more and more limp, as if he had lost his bones, "So what if I set foot on the land of eternal night again? My secret power is far behind the times. As for my immortal armor, they It has also been broken and sealed long ago..."

Sai Zong suddenly walked quickly in front of Serei, grabbed his collar with both hands, and lifted him up forcefully.

The angry eyes were so close that Sere could even smell the pungent smell of sulfur.

"It has nothing to do with those things. I'm asking you, have you thought about it... No, Sere, are you ready?"

Like an hallucination, Sai Zong's face began to squirm and disintegrate, until it turned into a mass of squirming and rolling solid lava, with fireworks rising and swords protruding from the cracks.

"Tell me! Sere!"

Waves of scolding sounds were like a hook that roughly penetrated Sere's body, stirring his internal organs and hooking everything in him.

Internal organs, flesh and blood, bones and even souls... everything under the skin was firmly grasped by the hook. With a gentle tug, it was completely pulled out and exposed to the sun for anyone to examine.

Se Lei blinked in a daze, not considering any realistic factors or pros and cons, but simply questioning his heart.

"Sere, you have already made a mistake once, don't make it a second time."

Sai Zong's words suddenly became gentle, and the heat became warm.

"Now, you still have a chance to save."

All kinds of fantasies were staged in front of Sere's eyes. He saw Olivia's leaving back. She was so similar to Aisha that she disappeared into the golden sunshine...

"I……"

Sere opened his mouth and tried his best to respond, but no matter how hard he tried, his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat.

"I……"

Serei wanted to give Sai Zong a response, but his cowardly nature restricted his courage. When he thought of his despicable heart, Serei felt great sadness.

He hated himself for being like this, for being so incompetent, and wished he could torture himself with the most severe punishment.

But can such self-torture change anything? Nothing can be changed, this is still a kind of inner escape, using pain to make one's inner peace so as to excuse one's cowardice.

No... no no no, no more hesitation, no more hesitation, no more stagnation.

A strong sense of panic arose in Sere's heart. After losing Aisha, his life became gloomy. Sere could not imagine what his world would be like if he lost Olivia.

What's more, if he loses Olivia and loses her, he won't even be able to find the last trace of Aisha.

Sere's frantic thoughts paused, and he suddenly remembered what Elsa had said. She said Olivia was a gift, a bond left to Sere that connected him with the world.

After many years, Sere understood Aisha's words for the first time.

The awakening emptiness is filled with energy.

Sai Zong saw it, and an uncontrollable rage rose in Sere's cowardly eyes. It was such pure anger, like mead, that the furious chosen one was ecstatic.

Regarding the nature of Sere, Weier guessed it right. Sere is a madman, but his madness is restrained by a heavy cowardice and is rarely seen by others. But when this madness breaks through the restraints, what will happen? It's hysteria like a broken can.

The anger reached its limit and then disappeared.

Serei's eyes became clear, and he patted Sai Zong's arm, signaling Sai Zong to let go of him.

Sai Zong let go of Se Lei in confusion. In just a moment, Se Lei was completely different. He was no longer furious, but was only absolutely cold.

Sere vigorously combed his scattered long golden hair, and then straightened his torn pajamas. His body stood upright. He no longer looked like an embarrassed tramp, but was ready. Lord of Night Clan.

"I'm ready."

Sere looked at Sai Zong calmly, "So, what do you need me to do for you?"

"No, I will solve my problem myself," Sai Zong asked, "It's you, Sere, what do you need?"

Sere took a deep breath and silently clenched his fists.

"I need an immortal armor that can catch up with the times. If necessary, I also need an army...a war that can destroy the Land of Eternal Night."

He wondered, "Can you do it?"

"Do it? Are you suspecting an incarnation of rage?"

Sai Zong laughed. He liked the current Sere. His cowardly look before was really infuriating, not to mention that Sai Zong himself had a bad temper.

"Serre, this is a shelter!"

Sai Zong opened his hands and said loudly, "But the same thing! This is also an endless arena and the Hall of Valor! Immortal warriors will drink and have fun here, hone their skills, and wait for the doomsday battle! "

Amidst the rumbling thunder, the Undead Club began to undergo drastic changes. Just as Sere accidentally glimpsed that time, blood-stained red sand seeped out from the gaps in the floor, the narrow space continued to widen, and the infinitely extending corridor In the middle, the closed doors suddenly opened, and the sleeping undead woke up one after another.

Sai Zong no longer hid his power, and the fireworks ignited more and more intensely under his dry and chapped skin. He took steps forward and cheered loudly.

"Everyone! It's time to pay the price!"

Rows of weapon racks rise one after another from under the red sand. Simple, gorgeous, deadly, and heavy, swords, guns, swords and halberds, bows, daggers and spears, all the weapons used for fighting in human history, are all presented here. In front of everyone, silently telling the bloody history.

Just when Serei lost his mind, the sonorous iron sound rang out. Long before Sai Zong woke up everyone, a group of sleeping undead had already awakened. They hammered the broken armor in the furnace, creating new ones one after another. The alchemical matrix is ​​implanted in it.

Even though it was blocked by layers of fire, Sere still recognized the appearance of the armor at the first sight. It was his armor, the immortal armor that should have broken into pieces and disappeared in the long river of history.

"You... you have never thought about gaining peace," Sere looked at Sai Zong in disbelief, "You have been secretly preparing an army."

"No, Sere, you've got it wrong," Sai Zong shook his head disdainfully, "I never believe that peace can be obtained by escaping. On the contrary, true peace can only be obtained from the sword."

Sai Zong put his hand on Sere's shoulder and said in a solemn tone, "For me, eternal peace is very close at hand."