Chapter 1009: On 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."

Saizong smiled an ugly smile, 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 beneath 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 worldview 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 hurt 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 heard vaguely.

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, Sere 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 mockery 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 Serei must be the humble homeless man.

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

"It's so boring..."

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

"Se Lei, you are really good at spoiling people's fun, neither good nor bad... I really don't know how to describe you."

Sai Zong wanted to scold something, but as soon as the words came to his mouth, he seemed to lose interest and didn't even have the strength to speak.

It's meaningless.

Se Lei is a stubborn guy. If he could be influenced by a few words, Aisha would not die, Olivia would not leave, and there would be no messy things afterwards.

Sai Zong drank the wine in silence, Bode silently filled it up for him again and again, and Wei'er hid quietly aside, she didn't want to get into trouble.

In silence, Serre curled up and hugged himself into a ball. It was hard to imagine that a Night Clan lord could have such a pitiful moment, like a wild dog soaked by cold rain.

Serre was not a fool. After a brief loss of control, he woke up. This matter had nothing to do with Sai Zong, and had nothing to do with anyone else. This was a conspiracy set up by Olivia for herself, just like her mother.

"I have to say that although I have never seen Aisha, I do see her shadow in Olivia," Sai Zong leaned back on the bar, "In comparison, she is so brave, she is not like the offspring of your Night Clan at all."

Sai Zong's voice was not high or loud, but it was like thunder in Serre's ears, rumbling and shaking his head.

His heart rate accelerated, sweat precipitated from his forehead, and Serre was like a patient who was about to die suddenly, suffering from the pain of illness.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Sere cursed in his heart. He wanted to find a target and throw all his anger, resentment and responsibility to it so that he could be free, but no matter how hard he thought, he could not come up with 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 into a bloody mess.

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

"Have you thought about it, Serai," Sai Zong crossed his arms and said in a cold tone, "You don't have much time left."

"I... Even if I have thought about it, what can I do?"

Serai laughed sadly, his body became more and more limp, as if he had lost his bones, "Even if I set foot on the land of eternal night again, what does it matter? My secret power is far behind the times, and as for my immortal armor, they have long been broken and sealed..."

Serai Zong suddenly walked quickly in front of Serai, grabbed his collar with both hands, and lifted him up abruptly.

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

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

Like an illusion, Sai Zong's face began to wriggle and disintegrate until it turned into a mass of wriggling and rolling real lava, with flames rising and swords protruding from the cracks.

"Tell me! Serre!"

The rebukes were like a hook, piercing Serre's body roughly, stirring his internal organs and hooking everything of him.

Viscera, flesh, bones and even soul... everything under the skin was firmly grasped by the hook, and with a gentle tug, it was completely dragged out, exposed to the sun, and allowed to be examined by everyone.

Serre blinked in a trance, not considering any realistic factors and pros and cons, but simply questioning his heart.

"Serre, you have made a mistake once, don't make it again."

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

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

All kinds of fantasies played out in front of Serre. He saw Olivia's back as she left. She was so similar to Aisha until she disappeared in the golden sunlight...

"I..."

Serre opened his mouth and tried to respond, but no matter how hard he tried, the sound seemed to be stuck in his throat.

"I..."

Sere wanted to respond to Sai Zong, but his cowardly nature restrained his courage. When he thought of his despicable heart, Sere felt great sadness.

He hated himself for being so incompetent, and wanted to 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 his heart peaceful, so as to excuse his cowardice.

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

A strong sense of panic rose from Sere's heart. Since losing Aisha, his life has been gloomy. Sere dared not imagine what his world would become if he lost Olivia?

What's more, if he lost Olivia, he would not even be able to find the last trace of Aisha.

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

For the first time in many years, Serre understood Aisha's words.

He was filled with a sense of emptiness.

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. He patted Sai Zong's arm and signaled 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 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."