354.Chapter 352 351 Eye of the Wolf God

Chapter 352 351. Eye of the Wolf God
The first opening match of the Transylvania Boxing Championships was so explosive that the “heat” from Governor Murphy and the Vulture Knights seemed to have gone too far.

A few minutes of fighting between the two made a mess of the boxing ring that the Blood Rats had carefully prepared, and since they didn’t have the manpower and resources to repair it, they had to make do with what they had.

Fortunately, the Transylvanian nature of the heroic also do not care about these minor details, but they feel that in the strong after the battle of the venue to continue to fight is a tribute to the power of the fight, and therefore the remaining fighters will be even more fervent up.

After Murphy retired from the ring amidst the cheers of his own people and the small players, the championship was officially opened, but the audience was already satisfied.

Transylvanians are rough and brutal, with a hint of a difficult people, but this also means that they respect the strong, after seeing the strength of Lord Murphy with their own eyes, those who were still a bit critical of the vampire’s continued domination basically turned into a new stage of “heartfelt obedience”.

Want to make a name for yourself in a place where the people are tough is so straightforward and simple, to use the words of the Bumpers, as long as you are strong and dominant enough, strong enough and powerful enough to penetrate the hearts of the people with your own majesty.

And the only thing better than being ruled and led by a wise and benevolent lord is being ruled by a wise, benevolent and powerful lord.

This is not just out of some naughty Transylvanian nature, but based on the basic needs of the wizarding world.

In this continent where supernatural power exists, being strong enough means living a long time, and living a long time ensures that policies run smoothly until they form a set of rules that can be passed on, thus in this world, being strong individually is just the basic requirement to become a good lord.

If you can’t even protect yourself, how can you dare to claim that you can shelter thousands of people?

However, Murphy is not in the mood to pay attention to his own people’s journey, he will return to the Blood Rat Gang’s quarters to take a brief rest and lock himself in his room, ordering anyone not to disturb him.

Not only because just now used the omega so that his body aches, exhausted, but also because after sobering up the Valander knight successfully handed over to Murphy the things that Avalon entrusted him to “transfer”.

Looking at the scattered shimmering light in his hand, Murphy was a little hesitant to look at this “gift from the gods”.

Even if he used his heels to think about it, he knew the risk hidden inside this thing.

After the rebuilding of the Avalon Church in Transylvania, it is reasonable to say that the God of Nature wants to convey a message to Murphy has a variety of channels to choose from, the simplest is to “dream” to the current leaders of the church so that they can pass on the message.

But Avalon did not choose to do that.

Instead, he did information exchange through the “small probability event” of the forest chalice, which reveals certain circumstances that are enough to make Murphy like a guy who likes to think a lot to think about.

Murphy was certain that Avalon did not want this exchange of information to be noticed by other “great powers”, so he chose to change hands once in the middle.

Well, it’s very scary to think about it.

“I’m watching the fights, the little players under your command are really powerful, that bull has already won 6 matches in a row, what the hell is that thing in your hand? Why do I feel a faint sense of divinity!
Where did you find such a dangerous thing?
Throw it away quickly!
It’s no less than a pass-along, heart-eating poison to a faithless person like a vampire.”

Called over, Tris pushed her way through the door, the Archduke’s posture when he was forced to open his business was no different from that of a female social animal who was chattering because she was working overtime.

But when she saw the suspended mass of broken light in Murphy’s hand, all her complaints were thrown to the winds.

While her expression became serious, Tris drew out her Serenade Scepter to add three layers of probe-isolating psychic energy spells to her surroundings, before she cautiously stepped forward and squatted in front of Murphy, carefully observing the mass of shattered light in his hand.

“Avalon wanted me to see something, and this is the truth of the Valander Knight’s enchantment.”

Murphy rubbed his brow and explained with a headache on his face:
“The God of Nature apparently didn’t want this exchange between Him and me to be noticed by others, and it made me feel intensely uneasy.”

“You’re hesitant to look?”

Tris glanced at Murphy, but the vampire shook his head:

“I definitely want to see it, I’m just not sure if it’s going to affect me in any way, so I’m asking you to come and ‘guard’ me, and wake me up as soon as I show signs of leaning toward the beliefs of the God of Nature.

Avalon may act friendly, but I really can’t trust Him completely; it is, after all, a Subspace Thing, an existence that must be held with caution.”

“Do you realize that this statement of yours sounds to me like the ravings of a madman?”

Tris said, rolling her eyes:
“You’re discussing a deity in the same tone as you’re spouting off about a couple of bosses who guard the gates to the Blood Wyvern Cloisters; that’s an Astral Giant, a god, a character who stands above the clouds and looks down on all beings.

You should hold a bit of the necessary respect.

But since you’ve already made your decision, I’m bound to do my best, and if it’s just to view a piece of information the danger isn’t as great as you think.”

The Blood Vulture Archduke moved her wrists and shoulders as she said:
“Get started, I’m here to watch.”

“Uh-huh.”

Having Tris around always made Murphy feel at ease, so he took a deep breath and cupped the shattered light in his hand, moving closer with his own mind.

The moment he touched the warmth, the vampire lord’s eyes blinked as if he had been pulled into another world, and when he twisted his head to look around, all that met his eyes was a sea of serenity and stars.

Murphy expected to see one of Avalon’s faces here, but in the next instant a strange mist blew up and then unfolded a scroll-like image before his eyes.

“Crap! Saying it’s a message really is a message, you went to all this trouble to drag me here just to show me a video?”

Murphy viciously spat out a sentence.

At this time, in the outside world, Cuishi who was “protecting” Murphy also saw the “disgusted” expression on Murphy’s face, which made Cuishi very curious about what her own little Murphy had seen.

The enchanting Blood Vulture Grand Duke hesitated for a moment, and finally placed her eyes on the mass of broken light that was being pinched in Murphy’s hands.

That being said.
Since this was a message transmission, as Murphy’s most trusted assistant, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem for her to take a peek, right?

Inheriting the nature of countless psychic masters, she was already a bit eager to try it out.

At this time in the “God’s message” scene, Murphy has seen what Avalon wants him to see, indescribable strange starlight in front of his eyes composed of one after another strange figures, humanoid and animal, there are also some shapes like jellyfish sponges.

They gathered together as if they were discussing something.

Murphy quickly judged the origin of these astral bodies.

He saw a wolf in the middle of it, which should be the god of the north wind “Sue”.

He also saw an astral dragon with a shrunken body like a python, that must be the guardian god of the ancient kingdom of Calum, “Ao”, and among the astral bodies, there is no need to talk about the strange humanoid figure with four sides of one body which is quite peculiar.

That was the body of Avalon, the God of Nature.

In other words, these strange-looking astral bodies gathered together in front of him should be the “gods” in the legend of the mortal world, but what makes Murphy feel strange is that the number of these astral bodies is far more than the number of gods that clearly exist on the continent at present.

And the things they are discussing, so that Murphy can not hear the content, only from the appearance of the “gods” seems to have reached a certain agreement.

Then they opened a door to invite a humanoid creature to join them, at this time the screen suddenly far away, so that Murphy can see the background of this sea of stars from a more distant point of view.

Large purple-black nebulae surrounded the sea in all directions, like a murky mist that was encroaching on the serene sea of stars where the gods were.

That maliciousness was undisguised.

And as soon as Murphy saw those purple-black nebulae he could feel the chaos and longing and greed and restlessness attached to them.

“Is that subspace?”

A guess came to the vampire lord’s mind, and he seemed to have some understanding of the message Avalon was trying to convey to him.

Legend had it that the gods resided in the mysterious Astral Realm, and in the understanding of psychics, the Astral Realm was located in the center of the material world and subspace, and was the original source of all psychic energy.

So, what Avalon is saying is that the Astral Plane is being invaded by subspace? Is this “Gathering of the Gods” discussing how to fight against subspace?
While he was thinking, the scene suddenly changed.

The gods reached an agreement with the invited humanoid, and then each astral body separated a bit of starlight from its own body and threw it into the distance, Murphy’s eyes followed those scattered starlight. Eventually, they were seen to keep crossing the background of the astral realm into a meteor showering towards a world that existed alone in the starry sky.

Murphy’s perspective changed again at this moment, as he tracked one of the four points of light spilled by Avalon and watched as it crashed into the sunlit world eventually smashing into a mountain forest and burying itself deep beneath the earth.

And as the sea changed and time passed, one morning a barbarian in animal skins accidentally tracked his prey to this place.

With curiosity and awe, he dug through the rubble that existed in the forest and found something to hold high.

It was the same forest chalice that Murphy had seen with his own eyes a few days before!
Up to this point, the message that Avalon wanted to convey was beyond clear.

Legends across the continent of the “Holy Grail” is indeed from the gods, and the significance of their existence is not just to select heroes and warriors to give them power, these chalices also have a deeper meaning, they represent the gods reached a certain agreement of the sacred witness.

Kudel’s guess was correct!

These chalices had all carried great things, and this image that Murphy was looking at was perhaps that message contained in Lin Mu’s chalice.

“Epochal Pact . Frontier Guardian Satellite Realm Sentinel Subspace . Eternal Battle find them! The Alpha Truth lies within it Star Realms cannot protect forever please . Join the war as soon as possible!”

In the final aftermath of the image, Murphy drifted into a vision of a seeming call, a mishmash of several peculiar tones forming a soundscape of gentle maternal tones and stern imperial queenly tones, as well as pure girlish supplications and eerie crone’s lamentations.

It fit perfectly with the four faces of Avalon in Elven mythology.

Yet this final reminder broke off into incomplete words, leaving Murphy still full of confusion after awakening from this message.

He was certain that Avalon wanted him to find more of the Holy Grail to piece together the secrets of the gods, and that something called the “Era Pact” was definitely very important.

What’s more, it was certain that the situation of the Gods in the Astral Plane wasn’t very good!
“Ah, you’re not exactly a riddler, but it’s not good to always speak in halves, is it? Or is it that you have no way to reveal the complete information to me, and can only give me a clue to find it myself? What is this?
A side quest triggered by accident?

I’m supposed to run around the continent collecting grails as a detective to piece together the truth about the secrets of the gods?
And where on earth did you know the name ‘Alpha’ from?”

Murphy spat harshly.

With a twist of his head, he had just wanted to chat with Tris about what he had seen, but in the end, just as he turned around, he saw that his own Demoness was kneeling on the ground in an unbelievably sincere gesture, with her hands iterated in silent recitation of the divine name of Avalon.

“Crap, is this demonic?”

Murphy was taken aback.

He immediately stepped forward to check on Tris, and when he saw the calm expression on the bloodsucking demon woman’s charming face, which was exactly the same as that of Valander’s Knight just now, he knew that Tris must have been “struck”.

It was definitely this unsympathetic fool who wanted to peek at Avalon’s information and was countered by the God of Nature. Obviously, the information was “encrypted” by Avalon, causing it to be seen only by Murphy.

“Alas, curiosity killed the cat.”

Murphy sighed.

He looked at the “missionary” Tris, who was trying to share the “Great Will of Avalon” with him, and helplessly picked her up and placed her on his lap, activated the Omega Poisoning Program again to let the purifying light cover his palm, and then raised his left hand up high.

“Tris, don’t blame me when you wake up I know this is going to hurt a little, but you asked for it.”

“Slap.”

The palm slapped down, causing Tris, who was full of “God’s words and God’s language”, to suddenly have a jolt, and then covered her buttocks and let out a pig-like cry of pain as she struggled to get up but was pinned down by Murphy, who swung up and slapped down another slap with a snapping sound.

Hey, you also do not say.

This feel strange good le.
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“Crap! The bull lost? What happened? Feel like a blink of an eye and he went down? Did this buy the handicapper playing us?”

Outside the ring, the crowd had no idea that their main NPC was playing something exciting with his “girlfriend” in the Blood Rats’ hut, and that the little players’ attention had already been attracted by the shock of the match in front of them.

Niu Niu, who had already won 11 consecutive matches, met his opponent and was knocked down within three moves.

Maverick’s bald vampire martial arts monk Giant Sharkbear even exclaimed:
“That Hooded Man beat Bull to his knees, this must be the ultimate humiliation mouth and teeth for him!”

“It’s not as exaggerated as you say, is it?”

The few student parties next to him burst into an uproar.

Other than Pomegranate Sister, Ox was already the most capable fighter in their group, but the fact that he was easily defeated by that strange Hooded Human Fighter meant that he must have “swiped” a powerful NPC.

For the current Ox, he really didn’t have the mood to think that much.

He climbed up from the ground, clenched his fists in the Gale Fist stance, and looked at the hooded man in front of him, who was a head shorter than him, with vigilance.

The latter froze when he saw Ox’s fist stance, but then also put up a Blast Wind Fist starting stance.

Slightly different from Niu Niu’s fist stance, the man also said in a weird tongue-flicking voice:

“Even by the broad standards of the Sanshou Sect, you’re just a novice just starting out, the essence of Blast Wind Fist isn’t like that, you’re just swinging your fists haphazardly out of the fury of a blood and valor, which is a complete waste of your talent.

Admit defeat!
Let’s end this decently.”

“Cut the crap! Asshole.”

Bull was enraged.

He quickly stepped forward and threw a series of punches like a blistering wind, but without even moving his feet the other party nullified Bull’s attacks with a switch of arms and elbows and stances, and in the moment when Bull’s chakra slowed down a little he caught the opportunity to break the player’s defenses with the simplest of punches and then shortened his body to pummel upwards.

This was followed by a stunning and magnificent Fist of the Rising Dragon that sent Bull, a 193 big man, into levitation.

Ox’s entire body bared his teeth in the air, he felt like his jaw was going to break, but what was even worse was that it was the first time he had experienced this dilemma of not being able to fight back at all in a game.

He could feel that his opponent was clearly not exerting any power above the Black Iron rank.

Just the simplest of punches and kicks
“I have no grudge against you, but I must use these victories to get closer to my god’s guidance, so sorry, Brave One.”

“Bang.”

A vicious whip kick accompanied by the enemy’s humiliation blasted Bull in the chest, swinging his entire body out of the ring and smashing it into the audience.

It wasn’t clear if it was a provocation or not, but the direction Bull fell was being on the student party’s side of the ring and was caught again by Caught Shrimpato and Kakitoni Too in a handful of hands and feet.

The bull will have been unconscious, but he was miraculously not seriously injured.

Obviously the other party boxing skill is high estimate also used what the hell of the secret art of martial arts monks.

The entire ring around this will be a dead silence, in the audience watched, that guy sighed, reached out and pulled open his hood to reveal a head of cool silver hair and a very religious meaning of martial arts monks clothing.

It wasn’t elaborate or particularly decorated, except for an iconic large frost wolf head embroidered on the back of the monk’s robe, and layers of frost surrounding him like mist as he proclaimed his crisp victory with a hands-folded salute.

This already represented where he came from.

And at the sight of the tattoos on this guy’s arms and neck, Count Andre in the VIP seat rose up with a start as he exclaimed:
“Preceptor monks of the Winter Wolf Church! How did these ascetics who never leave their monasteries appear here?”

(End of chapter)