Endless Debt Chapter 1178 - 26: Bloody Death Town (Part 3)

It was by relying on the power brought by the chains that the Priest managed to deal with those dangerous enemies.

"Contract Object?"

The Priest murmured, a name he extracted through interrogation. They used this name to refer to the chains in his hands.

They were also surprised by his existence, calling themselves the "Night Race." From their mouths, the Priest also learned a lot of interesting intelligence, such as the Alchemy Matrix.

Thinking of this, the Priest felt time pressing. He opened the sealed iron door and walked deeper into the basement. At the dim end, the cell door was covered with coagulated bloodstains.

The moment the cell door opened, a stench of blood and decay swept in, as if countless corpses had been piled together. The thick, decaying blood had semi-coagulated, flowing and fermenting sluggishly.

The cell was pitch-black, with only a few dim lights flickering. The sinner was shackled to an iron chair, tightly bound, having been tortured for days. Wounds and lacerations covered his body, almost rendering him a bloody wreckage.

The Priest rubbed his aching head and tried to gather his energy. He skillfully picked up a heavy Iron Hammer from beside the door, without any warning, and struck the prisoner’s head heavily, producing a heart-pounding impact sound.

The prisoner moaned in agony. This sudden blow caused immense pain and fear, as blood gushed from his body like a burst water balloon, splattering on the ground.

Breathing heavily, the Priest showed no mercy and swung the hammer again, shattering the sinner’s knees.

He knew that this level of damage was not enough to kill these people, these... these people called the Condensers.

Condensers, a mysterious group wielding Extraordinary Power.

Fighting against them wasn’t easy, but the Priest still triumphed. During the interrogation, he learned they were just ordinary First Stage Condensers, merely scouts. They mentioned more powerful people would come afterward.

The Priest felt immense pressure, even now recalling the perilous battle. Without the chain they called the Contract Object, victory would have been elusive.

With a cold gaze fixed on the sinner’s face, the Priest kicked the sinner’s stomach hard. The sinner’s body trembled, unable to support itself, beginning to sway continuously.

"Huff... where did we leave off last time?"

The Priest dragged a chair over and sat down wearily. Just freed from Bloodthirsty Syndrome, he was greatly worn both mentally and physically.

The sinner spoke, but his answer did not satisfy the Priest.

"You lunatic."

He cursed weakly, an excruciating pain spreading through his body. His flesh had been stripped clean, exposing bones and innards, with blood incessantly flowing.

Had it been an ordinary First Stage Condenser, such wounds would’ve been fatal. Yet, the sinner remained alive. The Priest clearly noticed this too, hence during interrogation, he endeavored to create profound trauma, causing extreme agony.

The Priest ignored the sinner’s words and instead spoke to himself.

"I remember where we left off last time."

The Priest’s gaze was icy cold. "Whose spies are you? Why come to this small town, and why are you shrouded in an evil aura?"

The sinner revealed a sinister smile, his voice hoarse.

"They will find you and kill you. Relying solely on the Contract Object and Night Race’s power, you won’t survive!"

The Priest sighed, opened a side cabinet, and took out prepared tools: knives, needles, pliers, forks, and so on.

Minutes later, agonizing screams echoed from the cell, almost piercing through the basement, turning into lamentations in the wilderness, hauntingly chilling.

When the cell door was opened again, the floor and walls of the entire room were in complete disarray from the blood and flesh, like a bloody slaughterhouse.

The Priest dragged the sinner’s corpse.

Before tidying up here, a new question involuntarily surfaced in the Priest’s mind.

"What is the Crimson Rot Sect?"