Chapter 106: 105 Go through the SC before coming to fight the boss, if you can’t go through

Chapter 106 105.Come to fight the BOSS before going through the SC again, can not pass it will be ga off oh [4560].

When the small players came online again it was already several hours later.

They fell asleep in the other world very full and sweet, in addition to the unlucky ones who were gapped off during the previous raid copy, the remaining 39 people came online at the same time at the agreed time.

It was the weekend, so everyone could have fun again.

However, when they woke up from the underground warehouse that served as the “copy archive point”, even the most obtuse little player felt a big difference in the Blood Vulture Corridor.

This place was obviously much more solemn than yesterday, and even the air seemed to be filled with a chilling feeling that made people uneasy.

“You’re finally awake, warriors.”

Greeting them in front of the warehouse was Maxim, Murphy’s loyal servant.

The white-haired swordsman still had a heavy scent of battle lingering on him, but he still maintained his cold battle stance, announcing to the small group of players in front of him through the arithmetic jewel:
“Thanks to your fight and good cooperation yesterday, we have now cleared the middle of the Cloister, and Lord Murphy has opened the final path to the Pool of Sacred Blood, so the toughest challenge is close at hand.

However, there is one piece of bad news you must know!

What the fallen Salokdar is planning is even more horrific than we could have imagined, a subspace rift is hidden in the halls of the Pool of Sacred Blood, it could open at any time in the material world, and if it were to be opened successfully, the entire region of Transylvania would crumble and tear apart in an instant.

For now we have received assistance from the Knights of the Blood League, and Lady Tris is in the process of fine-tuning the final tactics.

I don’t want to hide from you how difficult the next battle will be, the truth is that all of us may never see the light of tomorrow’s moon again.

However, there is no way back for us!
Therefore by Lord Murphy’s order, I must immediately lead you to the final battle, where the miserly witch hunters have been persuaded by the grim reality to finally take out their crushing reserves.”

Maxim pointed to the large amount of Vampire Slayer Sword Oil and a series of Mind Protection Scrolls placed next to him, and said to the small group of players in front of him:

“Three each! Only use them in the most critical moments, and once the protective effect of the scrolls burns out, you must exit the battlefield immediately, or else there will be quite serious consequences.

This is the first time you, and I, have engaged a subspace evil creature, we must be prepared for certain death!”

The small players immediately stood solemn.

In the team channel, everyone was already discussing in a chaotic manner.

Invincible Tyrannosaurus Rex Carriage: [Blanch! How did the plot advance so deep all of a sudden without coming online this night? What is that subspace rift? It sounds so powerful, is it even more dangerous than the Star Realm Rift that swallowed up Cadman City?]

Arrival: [This stupid cart cart is just lame, didn’t you hear the NPCs say that? That thing will rip through all of Transylvania once it opens!

This is obviously a plot kill!
It’s just a server reboot to go along with the last part of the Prologue quest, and apparently the devs have thoughtfully written a backstory for the reboot of the plot kill after the failed raid, and I can’t thank them enough for that!

Reed Sword Saint: [No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

The psychics of this world summarize subspace as the infinite dimension beyond the astral realm, where the source of all psychic energy is, but also the source of chaos for all the evils in the world.

They believe that all the evils and disasters of the material world are triggered by the mysterious fluctuations of subspace. Although it sounds unbelievable, if you look into it, after adding the unscientific factor of psychic energy, the underlying logic of this system actually makes sense].

Itachi Happy Stick: [! Is this the time for you to discuss plot depth and worldview structure? The NPCs have helped us clear the path to the final boss, shouldn’t the next part be an enjoyable boss fight?
You’ve got to be serious!
You guys experienced the difficulty of this copy yesterday, and the final boss can’t be weak.

Speaking of which, isn’t the flow of this copy a bit short, why are there only three bosses?

Woo Meow King: [It’s five! The remaining two BOSSes are hidden, I just read the battle report posted by Maxim, when we raided one and two yesterday, Lord Murphy and the old knight set off from the secret passage straight into the depths of the cloister.

They took care of an Astral Scorpion Lion and a group of Ghost Spirit Bandits in the secret passage.

Obviously!
This was a plot remedy made by the development team after collecting our real-time battle data and realizing that they had made the monster values too outrageous, so they had NPCs step in and help us take out the bosses that we had no way of defeating right now].

Lead Big Dove: [This is too cunning! Wouldn’t the drops from those two BOSSes be gone out of thin air?]

Chosen to Fight the Gray Man: [You’re still thinking about drops at this point? Have you forgotten how we were held down by the BOSS yesterday? Obviously the design of this copy is a bit outrageous and will definitely need to be adjusted, I guess there will be drops only after the official copy is released, right?

Pomegranate Sister: [Okay, don’t argue about this, hurry up and follow the NPC to the final hall, I want to see what that subspace rift looks like with my own eyes?

Under Pomegranate Sister’s yelling, a group of players crowed to follow Maxim to rush to the final hall, they traversed through the central corridor that had been purged by the witch hunters, but the closer they got to the hall of holy blood, the more the number of NPCs grew.

In front of that final door, they met Murphy and old Finok.

At this point, both plot leaders had battle marks visible to the naked eye.

The old knight’s white oak armor was left with black corrosion marks, while Murphy’s cloak was all tattered and torn, and the man who had always paid attention to his grooming would be sitting on a chair and panting, with the Desire Ethnicity Blade in his hand still dripping grotesque black blood.

Just thirty minutes ago, he and the old Finok teamed up to solve the last dozen or so patriarch’s personal guards who had been seduced by subspace, those guys were all solid silver rank, and Jade’s same powerful people, because of the insanity and subspace corrosion as well as the weakness of the blood source to allow Murphy to sneak attack and get it.

Shame on you, there are only fifteen monsters in total, the strong old knight carries thirteen of them in one breath, Murphy only picked up two heads and also made himself a mess.

This Murphy really too lame!

But it doesn’t matter, with his current rank he can do this already quite good, and the [Warrior’s Certificate] is also successfully lit.

“You’ve finally arrived, my warriors.”

Murphy opened his eyes, and with Maxim escorted by Lady Adele and Missy, he got up to look at his warriors.

The 60 men who had set out were now down to 39, which showed how grueling the battle had been.

But the small players who had survived the ferocious battle until now were the best of the best in Murphy’s hands, and he had faith in them, even if the next thing they had to face was an enemy that they were simply powerless against.

“The final battle is about to be fought! I need you all to escort Missy with me as we approach the Pool of Sacred Blood.”

Murphy said in a deep voice:
“Missy will take on the duty of severing the link between Salokdar and the Pool of Sacred Blood, and only after this process is completed will Tris’s adventurous plan to banish the forces of Chaos to the Astral Realm be possible, with Lord Finok and I clearing away the final obstacle for you.

We have also just discovered that subspace evil spirits will rush out of the contaminated sacred blood pool whenever it is approached, and they do not wish to see the possibility of them setting foot in the present world snuffed out by us.

But that’s exactly what we need to do.

You are to establish a defensive line around the sacred blood pool and hold out until the last moment.

It’s difficult!

A near death move, yet we must do it!

For the sake of the territory we’ve managed to get, for the future we’ve sworn to build, and for the grand plan we’ve started!
This time, I will fight with you to the end!
Either we win everything, or we go to hell together.”

The determination embedded in Murphy’s NPC-speak was felt by the small group of players, and while not everyone enjoyed deep role-playing and empathizing with NPCs as much as Lumina did, we had all at least been together for ten days or so, taking down enemy after enemy and solving trouble after trouble in Murphy’s company.

At this moment, seeing the determination of their own NPC that held a death wish, even the most sensible Happy Stick couldn’t help but grip the gun in his hand, of course, Stick’s such a sensible guy certainly wouldn’t be incited by three or two words.

He was more concerned about the fact that if the mainline NPC hung up, wouldn’t his hard-earned archive be gone?
Could he tolerate that?
“You will not die here! We won’t allow you to die here!”

Badger, who was the most skillful in acting, stepped forward, just like those knights in the movies who took the oath, he raised the veteran battle sword in his hand and shouted:

“Murphy shall prevail! Transylvania shall prevail!”

But the imagined scene of everyone joining together to swear along with him didn’t appear, and Badger turned back to find the big guys looking at him with the same eyes as if they were idiots.

“Shit! You guys cooperate a bit! I’m in the middle of videotaping.”

Badger shouted, followed by the same call sparsely echoing through the crowd, and Brother Woo Meow raised his staff perfunctorily and waved it.

The Cunning Sociopath’s attention was at that moment focused on the half-open door in front of him. An aura tinged with malice seeped out of it, causing the oak apprentice to feel the strange sensation of his heart being gripped.

He tentatively reached out and placed his hand in front of the wooden door and pushed it forward while glancing inside, and the first thing he saw was the vortex of energy dotted with obscure purple points of light suspended above the Scarlet Sacred Pool.

It already had a physical presence in the material world.

The constant, even-speed rotation was a dark singularity that opened up in the material world, and it was like an ominous eye that opened up to engulf all light.

Brother Woo Meow was immediately drawn to the vortex for attention, and he felt like his spirit was going to be sucked into it.

The world before him quickly distorted.

Strange smoke and ghostly shadows seemed to extend out of the darkness, and those invisible places seemed to be floating with ghastly spirits watching him coldly, and it was as if a thousand voices were ringing out at once with overlapping phantom voices echoing in his mind and ears, speaking a language he could not understand at all.

He wanted to see something more real.

He wanted to hear the calls that proclaimed the truth.

He also wanted to plunge into the warmth and serenity, the grace and clamor of the sea of dark stars before him and dogpile to his heart’s content.

Brother Woo Meow’s eyes turned hollow, as if his spirit and will were being squeezed out of this shell and were being thrown into another unknown realm, while his gaming helmet, lying on his bed in the other world, was sounding a piercing alarm.

The connection program had entered the countdown to disconnection.

“What are you doing?”

A chortle rang out from behind, causing Brother Woo Meow to jolt.

Before he could get his brain moving again as if it were rusting, a huge force extended from behind him, pulling him, who had already half stepped into the halls of the Holy Pool, back into the back corridor.

The moment Brother Whoop Meow blinked his eyes to regain his senses, he was greeted by an ever-enlarging fist with delicate armor and fist spikes.

“Bang.”

With a muffled sound, Brother Woo Meow’s entire body was knocked to the ground.

If it wasn’t for Murphy pulling him at the last moment, this punch was enough to lift the small player’s brain.

“He was seduced by Chaos! A threat that must be gotten rid of.”

The one who pulled Woo Meow back into the corridor was one of the three Blood League Knights who had arrived at the ruins of Cadman earlier, or a flat-chested sister vampire of the Silver rank, who spoke in a cold voice.

Murphy, on the other hand, shielded the still bewildered Brother Whoop Meow behind him, and looking at the Blood League Knight in front of him, he loudly retorted:

“My warriors won’t be tempted, just now it was just him being gullible and careless, there’s no way for the same attack to take effect on them twice! I can guarantee that!”

“With all due respect, Lord Murphy, your courage is moving, but your warriors are simply not qualified to join in such a battle!”

The Blood Alliance female knight in front of her said in a cold voice:
“They are too weak, as soon as they enter the battlefield they will become slaves of subspace and in turn become a problem for us, the current situation is bad enough, please don’t make it more difficult for us.”

“No!”

The old Knight Finok, who hadn’t said anything, raised his head at this moment and said to the three Blood Alliance Knights who had come to their aid first:

“Their presence is necessary, Murphy’s decision was not wrong, I don’t trust any supporters other than them who don’t fear death.”

The elder Finnock knew that the players were elves from the Otherworld.

They did not fear death so they would not be burdened with laying hands on their tempted companions if necessary, and their contempt for death would be a most valuable gift in the fight against Chaos.

This is an advantage that even the best witch hunters do not possess.

Even the strongest will will waver in the face of death, and once the will wavers it will be seized by the Chaos of subspace as a loophole, unless you simply don’t take death seriously from the start, and with such a grandiose aura, the will of subspace will naturally have a hard time influencing you anymore.

After all, even death is not afraid, this world is worth fearing too little too little.

“I’m puzzled as to why our own people are quarreling first before the battle has even begun. Is it because beautiful you all are affected by subspace?”

Just as the three parties confronted each other, a slightly pompous and somewhat lazy man’s voice rang out from the shadows of the cloister.

The voice seemed to carry a certain magnetism of its own, causing everyone’s eyes to look back.

As they watched, a blonde knight who was nearly 2 meters tall, wearing gold and red heavy armor carrying a riding lance and a heavy shield, and cradling a lion helmet in his hands came striding in.

Handsome, dashing and gentle were the first impressions this guy left on the crowd, while the splash of scarlet in the depths of his blue pupils and his fair to excessive skin were the symbols of his race.

The most tawdry thing was that this guy also had a night rose on his chest armor that was fixed by psychic energy, giving him the aura of a prodigal son, and at the sight of him, the three Blood Alliance Knights immediately stood up straight and saluted their Knight Lord.

His Excellency “Blade of Dignity”, the first knight leader of the Blood League Knights, waved his hand.

He looked around, and when he saw Miss Phineas, Lady Adele, and the gray-haired Demon Huntress Natalie, his eyes immediately lit up.

A beautiful rose glided forward and took out three delicate roses from her hand as if by magic, and handed them to each of the three ladies.

Missy Femis, obviously knowing the character of this one, sighed and reached out to take the roses, and scowled at Mrs. Adele again. As for the side of the witch hunters, the old knight Finoc who had also heard of the great name of His Excellency Paranor Gelch Cappadocia covered his eyes and waved his hand.

Although she didn’t quite understand, Natalie also received the rose with an odd expression.

Then, he looked at Sister Pomegranate, Lumina, and Orchid Blossom in the little playhouse, and with another light in his eyes, he once again took out three roses and gave each of them.

The atmosphere of the scene was awkward for a while.

The players had different expressions, but the Rhodium Cesium Berylliums for some reason were suddenly filled with good feelings for this awesome looking NPC in front of them, tsk, this guy is a fellow who knows how to appreciate beauty!

Only Little Reed Name gritted his teeth and drew the pistol at his waist.

There are just so many girls here!
You gave it to each and every one of them only not to me!

You say!

What the hell do you mean?
Just as she was about to explode, Paranor turned around and took out the rose and handed it into her hand, cheering up Vikrama.

But then realized that the rose in her hand was actually small.

A size smaller than everyone else’s!
The hateful and vicious implication made her nose go up in exasperation.

And as Murphy looked at the guy who could be called handsome in every sense of the word and who made him feel a hint of menace at this point, the biggest question floating around in his mind was, is this guy sick?

Where did he get so many roses!
Is it really good to carry around so many of these useless things?

But before Murphy could say anything, the psychotic Knight Lord backhanded out another distinctive blue rose and handed it to Murphy with a smile on his face.

He said appreciatively:
“I didn’t expect that there is actually such a handsome and outstanding person in the same clan that makes me feel threatened, and I have already heard your story in Lady Tris, come on, Murphy, accept it and pay tribute to you on behalf of me!
One perfect gentleman to another.”

Murphy stood frozen in shock for a moment, yet then he accepted the blue rose with the most appropriate smile and elegant demeanor and nodded his head to the other.

Although he still didn’t understand what was going on .
But to be praised by such a handsome guy for being handsome, well, this guy is still weirdly good.

(End of chapter)