Endless Debt.

Chapter 471 The Established Era

executive officer.

Few people know that in Klex's house, the head of the house still has such a title.

Vaughan smiled at Bologo, "The elders and the executive constrain each other. If I want to make some major moves, I need the consent of the elders. Similarly, what the elders want to do needs to be executed by me."

Burrogo whispered, "Ralph can't kill Palmer, the oath restricts him."

"Actually, it's okay to work hard. After all, the oath can be violated, but when he completely violates it, the harsh oath will hasten his death... You can see that he is so afraid of death."

Bologo stared at Vaughn, and he suddenly felt a chill. Vaughn's appearance of grasping the overall situation was really disturbing.

"I always feel that you seem to have been preparing for many years to fight the night clan."

"No way, every executive is educated like this," Fu En admitted frankly, "Night people live forever, but humans will die. With the change of generations, things like ideas will always be distorted. "

"Actually, I always feel that the Daybreak War is not really over until the last Night Clan dies... I have been preparing for the battle, and I am preparing for it."

Vonn said those shocking words lightly.

"Sorry, the lifespan of human beings is too short and can only be achieved in some extreme ways."

Burrog took a deep breath, and it wasn't until this moment that he felt that he finally understood Vonn.

Those who can be the head of the Krex family are not simple characters, just like Thurley, if they are deceived by Vaughn's superficial casualness, it will be truly fatal.

A document slipped in front of Bologo, and Vaughn signaled him to open it, "You should read this too. We will have more and more conflicts with the Night Clan in the future."

Bologo opened the file, which contained a lot of information about the Night Clan. The content was very detailed, and it was much more reliable than what Serley said when he was drunk.

"The current group of active Night Clans is led by a Night Clan named Prince Regent. According to speculation, this Prince Regent is most likely to be of the pure-blood class."

Boluogo continued to scroll down, which mentioned the mysterious blood-giving ceremony of the Night Clan.

The blood-giving ceremony of the Night Clan is not as simple as imagined. It needs to implant the blood of the Night Clan into the target, and then arouse the power of the contract in the blood, so as to reach a blood contract with the devil, and then become a Night Clan.

Under the interference of Burlogo and others, Ralph and Derby have never had the opportunity to perform the ceremony, let alone call the devil.

This reminded Burlogo of Palmer's bad experience, and he seemed to have a different fate with events like rituals.

Burrogo asked, "I guess you're planning to do it at the blood-giving ceremony if we're not there, aren't you?"

Hearing this, Vaughn smiled. He brought three pens and arranged them together.

"If the angle is right, Chekov's gun can indeed penetrate two."

Burlogo thought Vonn looked like a cunning fox, but the fox was on their side.

"Is Palmer really your son?" Burrog said suddenly. "He looks so stupid, and you... so cunning."

Vaughan sighed, "Hahaha, this kind of thing can be learned slowly, and I never thought that after I became an executive officer, I would become like this."

After learning the inside story, Bologo asked again, "Where are those Night Clans? Are there any survivors?"

"There are a lot of survivors. They think that the Morrowind Bastion is fragile, but this is the appearance we deliberately created. You are not on the frontal battlefield. You should really see those night clansmen who see groups of decondensers appearing At that time, that flustered look."

"No, I'm referring to the night clan that I took care of, are there any alive?"

Bologo didn't care about the frontal battlefield, and he didn't participate in it anyway. What he cared more about was whether he had spoils of war.

"Oh... let me see."

Fu En dug out the file and searched it, "From the information we got, the night clan named Hai Qi that you solved is dead."

"The rank of Haiqi's bloodline is not high. Under your execution of dismemberment and fire, even the immortal body is exhausted. Zephyrin is still alive, although he suffered the same punishment as Haiqi, But I dug her out of the iron coffin just in time."

Fu En frowned, and when he thought of the scene at the scene, he felt a little nauseous. The Sublimationists tried their best to chisel open the iron stone, and dug out the charred flesh little by little.

If it wasn't for the doctor's appraisal, Zeffilin still had some etheric reactions, and they all felt that the deformed and twisted body should have died.

"Derby is also alive. After all, he is a negative person, so he is not so easy to kill."

Vonn added, "Now they have been escorted to the crow's nest and interrogated by the iron whistle."

Bologo didn't listen to what was said later, he lowered his head and moved his wrists. It can be seen that the undead are really hard to kill, but it is not difficult to incapacitate them.

Bologo was silent for a while. He still had some unanswered questions in his mind. He felt that Vaughn could not give a definite answer, so he simply didn't bother to ask him and digested these questions by himself.

"You look troubled," Vaughan said.

"I'm thinking about something."

The appearance of Ralph kept flashing back to Burrog's mind, his greedy, fearful, and cowardly appearance, kneeling on the ground, licking blood like a wild dog...

"As you know, I am a debtor, carrying the body of immortality," said Burlogo. "Unfortunately, I have no memory of being a debtor myself, that is to say, I don't know why I traded. , and what exactly was traded?"

"But...it is obvious that only those who fear death will desire the gift of immortality."

When mentioning these, a trace of disgust flashed in Bologo's eyes.

Vaughan elicited Burlog's words, "So?"

"I'm a little afraid of the day when I know the truth."

Burrog tried his best to keep calm, and his voice was emotionless, "I'm afraid that I really want the gift of immortality because I'm afraid of death."

"Turn into what you hate the most, right?" Vaughn smiled. "The violent and bloodthirsty murderer was actually just a...coward at first."

"Who knows? People change."

Bologo suddenly laughed, and chatted with Vonn about the more distant past, "When I first joined the army, I just wanted to make some money."

"At that time, I was naive and ignorant. Later, I experienced a lot of things, which changed me... Or, I grew up."

Bologo sighed, "Conspiring with the devil is also part of my growth."

"I think you are just lamenting the impermanence of fate, not really troubled."

Vaughan noticed the problem, and Burlogo seemed more unilaterally looking for someone to talk to than asking for help.

"Because I've figured out these things, long ago."

Burlogo summed up his life.

"No matter what I have experienced in the past, and what kind of thing I am, but one thing is certain, my ending will be decided by myself, and that is enough."

"Sounds pretty good."

"It's good."

Burrog stood up, "If I was really a coward in the past, that's okay, at least I'm brave now."

Vaughn clapped his hands lightly, applauding silently.

"Mr. Lazarus, this is a perfect era, an era of destiny."

Fuen's tone suddenly became solemn, and bursts of light radiated from the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, reflecting his tall and sacred figure.

"I don't know what this era is to you, but to me, and to the Krex family, this is an opportunity we have waited for a hundred years for."

"Palmer?"

Burlogo has already deeply recognized Palmer's particularity. He is just the technical carrier of the Krex family in this era, and is destined to be the next executive.

"More than that, think about it carefully."

Fu En leaned on the table with both hands, and stood up suddenly, with a fanatical and low tone.

"In your opinion, this is an era when the concentration of ether continues to rise, and for us, this is an era when our alchemy matrix technology has reached its peak.

So what about the Night Clan, about... the Night King? "

Bologo sensed Vaughn's implication, and he was shocked by that crazy idea, and...excited.

"The Night King is far older than all of us, and the alchemy matrix he carries cannot be described as backward.

In the Dawn War a hundred years ago, he might be able to use his rank to make up for the shortcomings, but now, this is our era, and the alchemy matrix far beyond imagination is constantly being developed. The relationship between us and the Night King The gap between them is constantly narrowing, catching up, and even pulling away! "

Vaughan could hardly suppress his wild smile, and he described the bloody imagination to Burrog.

"Now, we hold steel and gunpowder, and what the Night King has is just a ridiculous saber..."

"It's time to completely end this Eternal Night Clan."

　I have something to go out tomorrow, so I put all the updates today, and I will ask for a day off tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)