Chapter 273 272 “Duel in the Andromeda Hills” group opens the group! No, I’m not.

Chapter 273: 272. “Duel at Andromeda Hills” Regimental Group Opening! No requirements, come if you can breathe!

The previous CG from when the city of Cadman was destroyed by the Astral Rip is still hanging in the fine forum post, basically every little player has viewed that thing more than once before entering the game.

But that CG was a shot of the disaster scene taken by Che Che from a distance, and while it looked spectacular it felt like it was missing a bit of the shock that comes from seeing it up close.

Especially the spectacle of the moment when the streaming light of the stars under the night is ignited into an ethereal purple by the wild psychic energy, like an expanding balloon that eventually bursts under a step-by-step squeeze and broadcasts millions of tainted psychic energy into the material world.

The sky tore apart.

It was as if the second creation of the astral world had been opened in the material world of Transylvania.

The devastation that ensued resembled the destructive explosion of a large number of aircraft bombs crashing into the ground, with the same wild shockwave accompanied by earth tremors and eardrum-rending whistles.

The glow that followed took on an ominous purple-black color, but of course the scene was not without the savagery and madness of several sub-dimensional meteorites falling from the sky and smashing into the earth with purple wildfire, a deadly accompaniment to the otherworldly catastrophe that was unfolding before our very eyes.

The energy release of the astral rupture that occurred in the jackal camp was even less than one tenth of the energy released when Kardman City was engulfed, so the rift in the astral world that was torn open lasted only less than fifteen seconds before it slowly healed under the dual compression of the material world and the astral world.

From this point of view, Tris had lived up to her reputation as a spiritual energy master, and had already accurately estimated the scale and equivalent of this big explosion before she had even cast the spell.

But the problem was that, first of all, the Jackal camp was nowhere near as huge as Cadman City.

Secondly, Murphy and the 140 small players were also nowhere near as far away at this point as they had been the last time they had watched the Astral Realm tear apart.

Their teleportation landing point was just outside the center area of the Jackalese camp, less than 1,500 meters away from the core of the Star Realm Rip’s psychic energy rush.

This was the “extreme safety zone” calculated by Tris.

Here, they would not be harmed by the secondary meteorites attached to the star world tear, nor would they be pulled into the star world rift due to the first wave of the star world’s spiritual energy and rapid collapse.

Murphy had prepared for this and opened his huge blood wings the moment the Star Realm Rip was successfully released, like two interlocking shields in front of his body, so that the first wave of the burst of psychic energy and energy release did not affect him, and even his hairstyle was not disorganized.

But the other small players didn’t have this sense of self-protection.

They were staring with round eyes as they witnessed the entire process from the brewing to the eruption of the Star Realm Rip from this extreme distance.

It was only when they saw the rolling purple psychic energy smoke sweeping over like a bursting storm dotted with tiny pieces of lightning that they all screamed and exclaimed, raising their shields or simply covering their eyes.

“Crap!”

“Ah, my dog eyes are going blind.”

“Why did I get hit with three negative statuses at once!”

Amidst the strange screams and wails, the Star Realm Scorpion Lion beside Touch You Poor wailed as it stepped forward to open its bat-like black wings, the wild and filthy wind from its homeland was very enjoyable to it, and amidst the cloudy bristles of its huge body, this giant beast from the Star Realm threw back its head and roared.

It was so delighted that even the black scorpion tail barb on its tail swayed.

Ah, it’s coming up!
This is the smell of my homeland, I want to bathe in the comforting wind of filth and gnaw off a few fresh hearts and take a few jackal heads to drink.

“Ow ow ow ow.”

Accompanying the Star Realm Scorpion Lion’s hi-jinks was a low, distant wolf howl.

Amidst the onslaught of star realm psychic energy, Murphy’s giant wolf George ambled his body down and rushed out of the active star realm vortex, this kind of area in front of him with active star realm psychic energy was the best home ground for star realm summoners, Murphy only needed to spend one third of his usual psychic energy to complete the extended summoning technique, and the result was much better than on any other occasions, the extended summoning of more star realm wolves, and those shimmering star dots flashed to signify that a A wolf jumped from the astral realm into the material world.

They howled one after another as they charged into the spreading shadows of the Astral Plane ahead of them, with George leading his own pack of over 40 members as the temporary head wolf, one step ahead of the smaller players who were being blown around by the winds of the Astral Plane into the chaotic area ahead of them, which was almost completely shrouded by the shadows of the Tainted Plane.

Life in the physical world would be weakened in it, but these astral beings could walk as if they were hunting in their homeland.

The core camps directly effected by the astral tear were like a triple complication of storm, wildfire, and blackness mixed together, reducing visual visibility to a very dangerous level.

Derived from the vampire’s perception of life, it allowed Murphy to also easily calculate that the 15 seconds of astral ripping just now had swept away at least 3,000-4,000 elite jackals, and that the array of jackals they had placed here was simply too dense.

This was equal to killing at least a quarter of the elite that Kenpot had placed in the camp at once, may those jackal pups’ ‘journey’ in the astral realm be a little more enjoyable.

But they were certainly lucky.

Even death was instantaneous and without much pain, while their compatriots who remained in the torn zones of the material world might not be so lucky.

Murphy flapped his wings to keep himself suspended in the air as he swept back with Necessary Evil in hand, those jackals in the outlying areas behind him had been about to pounce to finish off these unwelcome guests.

But the sudden outbreak of the Star Realm Tear struck the hearts of these barbarians hard, making them seem to have experienced a brutal heavenly wrath one by one, and the Star Realm Mist that came afterward had already dispersed.

This shadow that was difficult to be dispersed and the derivatives of despair that kept pouring out of it would make them even more at a loss.

They no longer needed to be worried.

After all, no jackal would dare to brave the ominous purple flames that still burned on the ground’s ruins and charge the vampire raiding army that came with the Wrath of God.

“Follow me! Kill every Jackal you see!”

Murphy’s voice was clearly transmitted to each and every one of the small players through the arithmetic pearl.

In this kind of complex psychic environment, such a thing as an arithmetic bead should be interfered with, but the “player system” that originated from a simple replica of the administrator’s system was very subtle and still maintained a fairly reliable operation in this kind of environment.

Murphy does not think that this is the ability of the arithmetic beads itself, it is definitely his own administrator system to “add some ingredients”, but with his order, the second team copy of the real otherworldly game “Battle of Andromeda Hills” officially opened the curtain.

Carrying the pressure of the vampire lord rushed into the camp enveloped by the astral spiritual energy, just as he faced the storm of the destruction of the city of Cadman and rushed into the ruins of the city that day.

His heart was as cold as iron, and he was ready to go on a killing spree.

Blood glinted in his eyes while sharp, regal canines were bared, ready to activate even the blood thirst that vampires relied on.

He knew he was up against an army of elite jackals from all over Transylvania that had been gathered by Kenport, bastards who weren’t as tricky as the wolfsbane vampires but were by no means casual opponents to be dispatched.

Today is bound to be a bitter battle, and although Murphy is quite resistant to indulging in such things as blood-drawing, but the scene is such that he can no longer afford to be merciful.

Maybe today he will become a real bloodthirsty dark life, maybe today he will taste the beauty of blood and let himself follow the countless vampire fall track all the way down to the midnight abyss.

This is taboo breaking.

That meant unknown risks would creep up, and that alone put Murphy under pressure; after all, he had enough to worry about right now as the not-yet-securely-seated Governor of Transylvania.

It would be too bad if his body had another problem.

However, when Murphy really rushed into the battlefield, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be overthinking it, as he seemed to have underestimated the impact that the psychic energy washout brought about by the tearing of the astral realm had caused to the jackals.

“Ah pain . Kill me!”

The Jackal savage soldier whose mind was ignited by the tainted spiritual energy slumped miserably on the ground, and ghostly purple flames burned like ravenous ghosts above its eyes.

That was the tainted psychic power destroying its spirit.

Obviously did not receive substantial damage, but as a dying man crawled out of the tent that was leveled by the psychic energy storm, and when he saw Murphy flap his wings and fall down, the green eyes of this life that should be an enemy reflected a touch of relief.

It stretched out its claws.

Trembling, it reached out to Murphy and howled:
“Please! Kill me!” Murphy ignored his enemy’s pleas for mercy as he amplified his vampiric senses to feel around him once again.

There were few survivors in the crushed tents within 30 meters of where he stood, and purple psychic fires burned in the shadows in eerie patterns, littering the ground with eerily uninjured bones.

Even these jackal barbarians who managed to survive were suffering from both physical and mental torture, as the filthy psychic energy was tearing apart their already chaotic and savage spirits.

Those who had spent the first half of their lives as bandits simply could not have any firm will, and how could such completely defenseless souls maintain their sanity in the face of the wash of the power of filth.

Let alone strengthen their minds to fight back?

Murphy ignored the wide range of “mind storm” that would be attached to the astral spiritual energy rush, and at this moment, as he looked at the jackal barbarians under his feet that wailed and begged for death, he suddenly remembered the huge number of residents of Cadman City that had died in the sewers.

They were just like these jackal barbarians with no wounds on their bodies, but they were still dead, as if their souls had been taken away by an invisible ghost.

That was not the case.

This was a mega range of a Sc check that came with the massive tainted spiritual energy that poured down the moment the Astral Rift opened, the effective range was all the areas directly affected by the entire Grand Art Form, and the miserable end that Sc hadn’t passed through was right in front of their eyes.

Fragile wills would be directly torn apart by the wild Astral Spiritual Energy.

Even after resisting the first wave there is a steady stream of subsequent spiritual impacts to sap their sanity and send them into an irresistible frenzy, and although they won’t die, the pain on a spiritual level is much more unbearable than the tearing of their flesh.

Compared to this kind of invisible but brutal extermination, the energy bursts and shockwaves during the outbreak of the Great Technique, as well as the direct impact of the sub-dimensional meteorite pulled down from the astral realm were nothing.

The Vampire Lord’s expression turned odd.

He realized that although he had personally experienced the disaster in Cadman City, this “uneducated” Summoner did not seem to have a thorough understanding of the Astral Realm Tearing Grand Technique, and it was no wonder that Tris and Phineas were so serious when they decided to carry out this tactic.
They were both excellent Spiritualists.

They knew exactly what would happen here after they cast the spell!
“Well, my friend, of course I will relieve you of this cruel pain, that’s why I’m here.”

Murphy leaned down and held down the furry head of the screaming jackal savage below in a gesture that could be called “gentle”, and he saw the chaotic light in his opponent’s eyes covering the surge.

He saw the confused light in his eyes, which meant that the spirit of this being was already faltering.

Compared to the pain it was enduring in its body, its spirit was returning to nothingness.

If Murphy let it go, the probability was that this guy wouldn’t die, but turning into the kind of crazy vampire in the Blood Wyvern Cloister was its final destination.

As a benevolent lord, Murphy didn’t want to see such a thing happen, so he raised his hand and removed the head of that jackal savage soldier with the buzzing of Necessary Evil.

He clearly heard that relaxing wail as the fellow took his last breath.

Tsk, to think that even death was seen as a relief, it seemed that he had really committed an unforgivable and horrible sin by starting this war today.

“Go on.”

Murphy loosened his five fingers, letting the bloodthirsty and epileptic magic sword fly into the obscure battlefield in front of him that was filled with the shadows of the Star Realm with a whoosh like a greedy snake.

He casually dropped the jackal’s head in his hand, and backhanded the blade of cold teeth on the other side of his waist, lifting the miser’s hunting crossbow in his hand.

With blood wings flapping, Murphy levitated once more.

The pressure had been removed from his blood-colored eyes.

He knew that this tactical adventure had tilted the scales of victory heavily, and all he needed to do next was to let go of the hunt and win a victory for his city and his people that had originally been seen as nearly impossible.

“Calm down, it’s just a bunch of jackals, how hard can this be?”

Murphy said to himself, trying to calm his fiery heart down, yet he knew the value of this victory so well that the smile that floated to the corners of his mouth naturally couldn’t be hidden.

“You better not be so relaxed.”

Missy Femis’s voice rang out from behind her.

She had entered a full battle stance with the Night Whistling Staff in her hand, scarlet psychic energy transformed into thorn-throwing spears suspended on both sides of her body, ready to be targeted and projected by the psychic to pierce the enemy at any time.

This was obviously quite subtle psychic energy maneuvering, and Missy’s other hand was also cupping a ball of accumulating and constantly pulsating arcs of electricity, which was psychic energy lightning ready to strike.

She flapped her wings and spoke to Murphy:

“Guys who can have their spirits flushed out by astral psychic energy aren’t worth being wary of, but Kenport’s core elite probably won’t be wiped out so easily.

Especially Kenport himself.

It comes from the Dark Mountains, and I’ve heard from veterans of the Blood League Knights who have been fighting the Jackals for years that their hunting priests have their own set of ways to protect the mind.

Even protect their armies from mind spells.”

“I know what you mean, and I’m looking forward to it.”

Murphy said as he nodded his head and looked at the dead silence ahead of him:

“After all, something like victory is too bland and tasteless if it comes too easily, and a battle without challenge is a form of torture even for the winner.

However, it wasn’t until I saw this scene with my own eyes that I realized what kind of psychological pressure you and Tris were under, does releasing this kind of genocidal spell make you feel uneasy?”

Femis didn’t answer immediately.

She looked at Murphy with a subtle look, and after a few seconds, she said:

“First of all, I’m not human, I don’t have such a thing as humanity.

Secondly, our enemies are Jackals, if it was possible to unleash Astral Rip at will anywhere and cause such a glorious battle result as the one before us, do you believe that Exalted Lord Paying would have long ago plowed through the entire Dark Mountain Range from end to end with Astral Rip?
No, Murph, we’re not psychologically stressed.

The biggest pitfall for Tris and I in formulating this adventure plan is that we are worried about how opening the Star Realm Rift three times in a short period of time will affect the ecology of Transylvania.

Definitely not to the point of extinction of everything, but definitely some kind of fundamental change to the land.

This is our homeland, after all.

As for the life and death of these jackals
I’m sorry, we vampires don’t have that much mercy left for them. What? Do you feel heartbroken? Murphy, you’re quite the sensitive and kind Midnight’s Child.”

“Kind?”

Murphy said grimly:

“Why are you insulting me like that? You know what that word stands for in our ethnicity, don’t you?”

“Yes, I know.”

Missy gave a mysterious smile as she said:
“And I’m going to express exactly what you’re imagining in your mind at this point, Murphy, you’re not even as ruthless as your warriors. By the standards of a vampire, you’re really quite unqualified oh so much.”

(End of chapter)