Chapter 265: Dark Escape

Bergson shook off the pistol wheel, blew the smoke that had floated out of the barrel, stretched out his slender fingers with excellent maintenance, and carefully picked up a shell from the hot barrel, and threw it gently on the table.

He rarely uses a gun. Even at the underground shooting range, there are special people responsible for loading and changing boxes for him. Looking at the brass shells taken out of the wheel and the six corpses lying on the ground, his heart of the merchant, who has been stable and steady, finally produced a hint of impulse and excitement unique to male creatures.

The frequency of shooting is not fast, and the trigger is pulled every two minutes on average. Even for a novice who has just received the initial training, the shooting speed is far beyond this surprising slow motion. Obviously——Bergson doesn't want to kill too many people with his own hands. He just uses the blood of his relatives to make his despair, indifferent, and angry heart feel a hint of coldness after being wet by the blood.

Gunshots.

The human bones were broken by a huge force, and the crisp sound broke from the middle.

The screams of hoarseness, with the sound that may be interrupted at any time, mixed with crying wails.

This should be the devil's favorite bloody music. In the chaotic and violent noise, the men and women stuck in the middle of the door suddenly made a shrill scream that was about to break their eardrums. With the "click" sound of bone breaking, the hard wooden door frame was obviously deformed, breaking towards the inner frame edge, and slender and sharp wooden thorns bloomed.

The tight blockage finally showed loose gaps. The members of the family were surprised to grab their hands and used them as crowbars. The dying tribe pulled them back. The front ends of the two bodies that had lost the control of the center of gravity fell heavily to the ground, dragging them over the door ridge that was about five centimeters high. The dazzling red blood immediately surged out of the nostrils that were subjected to violent collisions. The head fell to the ground, and the hard incisors hit the floor tiles made of marble, falling and shattering, and squeezed the soft lips into shocking terrible wounds. The man's right eye was even

The wooden thorns bursting from the socket of the cracked door were hung. From the center of the upper and lower eyelids, they dragged out black and white mixed lenses. Before he could scream, he reached out to grab back a part of his body, but was stepped on by a dense crowd that rushed out from behind. Just as he barely opened it, the blood-covered line could be seen in the left eye, a slender and smooth white high heeled shoe with beautiful conical lines and a length of more than fifteen centimeters was pressed heavily on the surface of the ball of shaking spherical body. With a "boo" sound, countless viscous and transparent liquids splashed.

In less than half a minute, all the members of the Luton family crowded in the office had escaped completely. Except for a few dying people and corpses lying across the sofa and the ground, emitting painful groans and violently twitching limbs, only the only ones standing behind the desk, holding the revolver in his right hand, pointing to the door of Bergson.

There was no one in the middle of the groove of the muzzle. Curses and screams kept coming from the corridor and the hall downstairs, accompanied by heavy objects falling from high places and falling on the hard ground. - When we left the office and ran to the first floor hall, we had to pass through a cylindrical spiral ladder that was bent and surrounded by dozens of meters. The narrow stair surface was only enough for two people to pass side by side. The members of the family who were eager to escape the threat of death no longer cared about any damn noble etiquette. They were like violent and barbaric corrupt wolf, trampling on the bodies of the same tribe, stepping on their faces that were unrecognizable by cosmetics, and running wildly in the slippery blood and softness.

Slowly putting down the gun in his hand, Bergson stood straight in place, breathing evenly and calmly, and a hint of sad sarcasm and coldness appeared on his pale face.

"You actually don't have to run so quickly. I can't take out any extra bullets except these in the gun."

Shaking his head with a self-deprecating look, Bergson put down the gun in his hand in a cold expression, and his body slowly tilted backwards as if uncontrollably. He leaned against the chair, his cold and stiff muscles firmly fixed the expression on his face into a sculpture between gloom and rage.

"You should have given up on them long ago. These guys are simply a group of brainless idiots. They can't do anything except lying on you to absorb nutrients and relying on family offerings to live a luxurious and corruption life. The Luton family is over, and you can't save them, and you will never be able to------"

Behind the wide high-back leather chair, a crack about two meters high-rise suddenly appeared on the surface of the blue-gray wall. As the gap gradually expanded, it was clear that it was actually a dark room hidden inside the wall, with an area of ​​about five square meters. A figure in a black linen robe walked out slowly from the inside, walked around the two bodies lying next to the desk, and helped up a tilted chair from the ground, straightened it, turned it sideways, and sat upright in front of Bergson through the table splashed with blood and minced flesh.

This is an old man with gray hair. His wide black robe covers the lower part of his ankle. There is no place completely wrapped in cloth on both sides of his shoulders. You can see the silver-white alloy armor worn inside. The wide shoulder support and heavy metal protective armor make the body look like a heavy and thick wall, full of a fearful sense of power.

"This is a world full of filth and sin. Only the light of the Lord can save everything, wash away the darkness, and let the sky emit a holy light again-----"

The old man's face was covered with deep and concave wrinkles as carved as a knife, and his thin cheeks made his cheekbones high and convex, and he outlined a rough outline with hard texture lines. He looked at Bergson with bright eyes and said in a deep and distant voice: "Hesitation is a manifestation of cowardice and timidity. Of course, ignorance is not noble, and avoiding war and fear of death cannot be regarded as the most despicable part of all human qualities. You are very smart, quick-thinking and full of wisdom. I have been waiting for you for five years... Now, it should be the moment when you make your last choice———”

Bergson slowly raised his head, his dull eyes slowly moved upwards, staying on the old man's chest, embroidered with silk thread, a cross as dazzling as blood. Behind this religious symbol with a long history and left over from the old era, there is also a long knight sword in the medieval classical style.

"You have long anticipated all this happening today. Am I right? Dear Father Pierce?"

Although there was a respect in the words, Bergson stared at the old man sitting opposite him, his eyes as if the ice had not melted for thousands of years, so cold that he couldn't help but want to tremble.

"If the Luton family had more geniuses who were as smart and capable as you, then the outcome of things would not be like this."

Father Pierce met Bergson's gaze as if he was slashing at him like a knife without fear. He seemed to feel the undisguised hatred and resentment in the other person's eyes. Instead, he smiled softly and said in a gentle voice: "There are too many people in Luton. For the family, they have no sense of belonging or responsibility at all. They only know how to plunder and extract everything. Greed and arrogance belong to the most disgusting part of the seven sins. You have done too much for them, and you cannot be alone.

Strive to carry the entire family alone. Even if you can really deal with the current crisis and turn everything back into peace, you cannot guarantee whether you will still have the ability and luck to deal with everything when danger comes next time. There is nothing in this world that can exist for eternity, and the Luton family cannot always rule this territory. Prosperity and decline are the only law in the universe that has experienced the verification of time. Give up the secular things you have now, and you will have more and get more———”

"give up?"

Bergson's face became even more gloomy: "You seem to have forgotten something very important--I am the owner of the Luton family."

"But you can no longer save the entire family----"

Father Pierce interrupted coldly: "I have carefully observed the army coming from the south. The weapons and personnel qualities they possess are far higher than what you call elite. It is only a matter of time before the fall of Flying Star City. Even if you concentrate all your troops to fight, you cannot change the fate of failure. You should know this more clearly than me... Facing reality, my child, the Lord will unfold the warmest mind and embrace every devout believer."

Bergson sat upright on the chair, motionless like a statue. His light gray eyes kept magnifying every expression on Pierce's face opposite, and even the slightly twitching muscles could see clearly.

Yes, the old man wearing a black holy robe and exuding a parasitic atmosphere of seven stars was indeed smiling. However, the dark robe color and the face that was too thin and convex, made him look like a flesh-free skeleton. At the end of the smile, there was no way to see the terrifying abyss at the bottom, and no one knew what was there.

As early as a few years ago, several monks affiliated with the "Sword of God" had already come to the Sosbian territory to preach. Unlike other family leaders, Bergson did not send anyone to drive away these outsiders who had ulterior motives and wanted to divide their family interests at any time. He knew very well that this was a religious force that was as powerful as the Skeleton Knights and the Red Republican Army, even more crazy and barbaric. It did not suppress, did not object, and watched silently... This did not mean incompetence or acquiescence, but left a retreat in advance that could ensure safety.

To be alive, at least there is hope for a comeback.

If you die, there will be nothing and nothing will exist.

By the way, Bergson did not hate Lin Xiang. Killing and being killed, plundering and revenge were the most common reasons for conflict in the wasteland world. Since the last time he broke into Galgassoni Castle and launched a bloody massacre of the Luton family members, Bergson had foreseen that the between Sosbia and Yinyue City had become an unresolved mortal enemy. Rongyan and peace were just appearances. Yinyue City needed various materials provided by Sosbia to maintain its initial development. The strong parasitic strength also firmly shocked Bergson to not dare to take any action in force. Both sides were actually two opponents who were in harmony with each other, smiling, but desperately accumulating strength in private. Only when they had absolute advantages and were enough to crush them with terrible power, they would launch an attack without reservation.

Bergson has always believed that the first thing to do was his own side. After all, except for the two parasites, Wang Biao and Yang Hua, Sosbia is far stronger than Yinyue City in terms of economic and military aspects.

However, the development of things was completely unexpected. When Bergson tried his best to hire a sufficient number of parasits and a lot of money, the information from Yinyue City forced him to give up his desire to take revenge. In the city of Fengyuan, which occupied a abundant source of water, one high-level parasits with amazing strength appeared. They were even able to fight against the "Claws". Although there was no accurate information to prove that the members of the "Claws" company entering Yinyue City encountered misfortune, Bergson, who was clear-headed, understood that in the wasteland world, "missing" and "death" often have the same meaning.

War comes without any trace.

Mining cities fell, grain-producing areas changed hands, and a large number of troops and soldiers died in battle... Even the eastern coastal areas that were heavily blocked by the severe radiation areas were attacked at the same time. Lin Xiang's series of clever and intensive punches made Bergson dizzy and unable to move, and had no way to deal with the increasingly severe situation.

He was just a shrewd businessman, not a strong and savage warrior.

"What can I get by giving up the Luton family?"

After thinking for a moment, Bergson asked Father Pierce again.

"I can guarantee your life safety. Even...it can give you what ordinary people dream of."

The priest smiled, his voice filled with irresistible temptation.

"If what you are talking about is just the most basic food and clothing, then there is no need to continue the conversation between us."

Bergson waited patiently for the other party to finish speaking before sneering sarcastically: "Instead of living as humble as a dog, it is better to die now------"

"You don't seem to fully understand what I mean——"

Father Pierce reached out his left hand and tapped on the smooth and hard desk, saying, "You can get compensation that matches the entire family. It's not money or material, but powerful, enviable and shocking power."

Bergson looked at the old man's actions, and leaned against the back of the chair without saying a word. Although his breathing was stable and even, his eyes flashed, he had already betrayed his uncontrollable excitement deep in his heart.

"You can evolve into a parasite. There is no danger, there is no so-called biological resistance, the degree of blood fusion and physical fitness are completely normal. You will no longer be a low-level psychopath who only has the ability to strengthen the second level, but a fearful parasite——"

Father Pierce smiled, and his face released a solemn and holy expression. His hands, who were placed on the table, crossed their fingers and closed them into a fist that represents piety and honesty.

Bergson's eyes kept flashing with greedy and excited eyes. Of course, he understood what choices should be made between family and personal strength. Even if he used potions to generate superpowers, he could not obtain eternal metabolism. In contrast, a parasite with powerful power could obtain uncalculable survival time.

With time, nothing is impossible.

With his smart mind and the large amount of materials that have been secretly preserved, it is actually not difficult to rebuild a family. Moreover, there are hundreds of "Lutons" who are extremely stupid and want to fight for power and profit with him all the time.

"As far as I know, the enhancement agent sold by the doctors and associations can only reach the level 6 standard at most. The power of the evolutionary person is only equivalent to the three poles———"

Although the mind consciousness has made judgments, Bergson still has doubts about the priest's words.

"The power of God will never be known to mortals."

Father Pierce took every change of expression on his face into his eyes, smiled and said meaningfully: "My child, this is not a characteristic that humans can possess. You can doubt me, but never question the existence and power of God———"

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Day and night alternately in the sky.

The sun and the moon are also rotating eternally behind the thick radiant clouds. Their shapes have almost been forgotten by the new generation of humans. They can only use the light they emit to let the creatures on earth feel the existence of light and darkness.

The blood-red carpet was paved from the steps of the Galgassoni Castle Hall and extended to more than 500 meters away. It bypassed the pool and green belt and led to the center of the cement road outside the castle.

Lin Xiang sat upright on the audience stage at the heart of the castle hall. The light gray tight combat suit highlighted the perfect curves of every muscle in his body. The inflated chest muscles and thick arms, legs and feet released a fearsome power. In contrast, it was the face that was so beautiful that it was suffocating, with incredible white and tender skin, and clear and transparent eyes as bright as the morning star.

Hundreds of figures fell to his feet. These people were dressed in luxurious clothes, but with blood and a lot of stains on their bodies. They looked dull, but there were instinctive fear and respect. Most of them lowered their heads, and only a few young people with great courage would raise their heads lightly and peek at the conquerors sitting in the center of the Taiwan as quickly as possible.

In the marble pillars and wall corners around the hall, soldiers of Yinyue City, who were wearing the same dark gray tones, were standing. They raised their guns slightly and observed vigilantly any abnormal behaviors that might bring danger in the crowd. None of these surrendered people could guarantee that in despair, ordinary people would not make more violent moves than evolutionary people.

Sosbia has been conquered. Apart from surrender, the Luton family has no second way.
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