473. Chapter 471 – 470 Torn Flesh This person is hopelessly bad, though.

Chapter 471 470.Torn Meat Although this person is so bad that he is beyond redemption, he does stand firm on the major right and wrong ah!
The matter of the student party being sent to the Star Realm en masse reached Murphy’s side the first time.

The coordinates of several arithmetic beads of wrong information made the vampire lord, who would start to doze off because of the approaching night, wake up with a start, and when he saw the specific information projected by the core beads, he knew that his “perfect routine” was going to be disrupted again today.

Although there is a little spiteful, but in the end is his own treasure children, should be saved or have to save, so Murphy immediately rushed into the office next to the drink has been to a daze called up Tris.

The Blood Vulture Archduke shook his head when he glanced at the relative coordinates that were so strange as to be outrageous.

“It’s hopeless.

These are the coordinates of the depths of the Star Realm, even if I open the Star Realm Gate now they won’t be able to make it back, these areas have not been explored by any Spiritualists at all and there is also a dangerous time turbulence, who knows what kind of strange things are hidden inside.

But why do they always appear so strange?
Just this coordinates not to mention that you went in by accident, even if you really want to kill yourself in a fancy way, the difficulty of teleporting yourself to this hellhole is quite high even for a psychic master like me.

So what the hell happened?”

Facing Tris’ question, Murphy shook his head:
“I don’t know, the arithmetic jewel doesn’t have a real-time recording function, and this kind of jewel we’re using is still too basic, but I’m guessing that they’ll soon post their experience on the forum. The probability is that they encountered a powerful enemy, and the latter wanted to kill and exterminate them but ignored the Transylvanian Warriors’ characteristic of ‘immortality’.

Whenever something like this happens, I think they’re simply too good to be true.”

The vampire lord blinked.

He and Tris logged onto the forums almost simultaneously, and unsurprisingly saw a new thread purely for trolling:

“There’s a strange skeleton-level BOSS roaming around Plague Town, suspected to be a world or field BOSS with forced teleportation ability, don’t mess with him!

The post was posted by Che Che, revealing a wave of displeasure and helplessness between the lines.

Although there wasn’t much content, it described in great detail the entire process of the accident they encountered on the east side of Plague Poison Town, and even sent a picture of the Star Realm scenery that these guys took before they died.

Hey, you don’t say, those fantasy and magnificent, embellished with a sense of time and space dislocation of the photos at a glance really have a kind of Van Gogh master abstract painting of art, but can’t be ignored is that these photos have a blurred wrapped in a strange luster of the star world giant snake-like monster is very eye-catching.

Che Che said that the last time he teleported into the star world by mistake was eaten by this snake, the result of the second encounter “teleportation accident” encountered this strange snake.

This is supposed to be a serious story, but the post is full of joy.

Reed Name Female Sword Saint: [The beautiful girl vampire who never misses a moment of fun rushes to mock at the first opportunity! Hahahahahahaha, you’re so unlucky, my dear Pozi’s, with your three-day delay in this reunion, didn’t you give back the lead that you had managed to get before?

Look, look, it’s been said that it’s useless to walk fast in a real world!
You have to walk steadily.]

Banzai Happy Stick: [It’s not right to mock people, little Vikramana, that’s vicious, and allow me to express my feelings about my brothers’ misery:
Ahem!

Hahahahahahahaha.]

King Woo Meow: [You bad thing! You’re still so happy when others are down on their luck, unlike me, I’m the sweetest old brother out there, come on @Arivalen, tell old uncle, what are you guys planning to do for bad things by inexplicably running off to the unknown area east of the replica?

Speak out and listen.]

Badgeren: [Ch, how can I tell? Anyway, just don’t go, that boss is very powerful, basically a ‘meet and kill’ type, you can’t even aim and he’ll send you straight to the astral realm.

Weird guy.

He’s got some kind of Creator in his mouth, he’s like a typical cultist, I’m going to post his picture, you guys go around when you meet him].

After saying that, Badger uploaded a picture of a few of them before they were teleported, and the mysteriously dressed guy in it was rightfully spat on by everyone.

Because this guy was wearing a western cowboy outfit that was very different from the local style, like a guy who traveled to Transylvania from the western bandit era.

They were chanting that the dog planner was working on the whole thing again.

However, the two at this time in the forum to touch the fish paddling “dog planning” but wide-eyed stare small eyes, Murphy and Trish’s focus is not in the guy’s clothing, the two coincidentally put their eyes on the “explorer” hand holding the metal staff.

“Future sci-fi style?”

“The Creator’s Weapon!”

Murphy and Tris exclaimed at the same time,

Although the two said since the words were different, neither of them were wrong.

In Murphy’s opinion, this metal staff was really filled with an indescribable, sophisticated futuristic technological style that was out of place in this continent of Transylvania.

This thing was not like a staff at all, but rather like the joystick of some dismantled precision instrument, on which even seven different modules could be seen as well as a precision slide that could be slid and something like a short antenna standing at the head of the staff.

As for Tris
Scarlet Witch, who had traveled the continent for many years and had seen a lot of things, saw the origin of this metal staff at a glance.

She said with a serious expression:
“I stole it from the Moon Holy City . Ahem, I mean when I interned there, I personally saw the collection of that generation’s Death Patriarch, which contained a similar ‘mace’.

The Songhai people call such items, which are out of place in the style of the entire world but possess all sorts of peculiar effects, ‘Creator’s Weapons’, and most of these were unearthed from several Creator’s relics in the Land of Origins.

Even the most erudite of the Sun Priests cannot explain how they work; they are like all miraculous objects, which are mystical learnings that do not belong to this age.”

“So after seeing the swarming psychic era, I’m going to pull the plug on the ‘Age of Science Fiction’ myself? What exactly is the situation in this ghost continent?”

Murphy rubbed his brow vigorously, trying to calm himself down.

He suddenly realized that his understanding of the “Twilight” group seemed to be a bit one-sided, from this new dangerous character, this group of doomsayers didn’t seem to be simply a typical medieval style cult group that only tied people to the stake and held BBQ parties.

“Thump, thump, thump.”

A knock on the door suddenly sounded, causing Murphy and Tris to turn back to the door.

The leader of the Matriarch’s personal guards, “Crazy Woman” Bonnie, pushed the door in with a serious expression, and placed a pile of things in her hand in front of Tris’ eyes, which were several arithmetic beads and psychic dog tags that still had the aura of the astral world, and which belonged to the student party that had just died.

“They suddenly appeared in the teleportation hall!”

Bonnie explained, somewhat perplexed:

“The guards there only saw the Astral Realm Rift open and close, and these things seem to have been sent back ‘on purpose’.”

“Like last time?”

Tris narrowed her eyes as she said:

“After that unlucky Che Che mistakenly entered the Star Realm last time, his treasure beads and dog tags were sent back in the same way, at that time I thought it was strange, ordinary arithmetic treasure beads don’t have this kind of sophisticated localization and automatic teleportation function.

This time, it seems that the problem is really on the side of the Star Realm.

There’s some kind of power that sent the student party’s belongings back to the material world after they disappeared, and that power can obviously parse out the archive points in the treasure beads
Is this perhaps a test?”

Murphy said nothing.

He just stared at the lost and found arithmetic treasure beads.

He was not an expert in astral affairs and knew very little about that mysterious realm, and he needed to defer to Tris’s judgment on this and that side of the world, but this chain of events at least proved that something was happening in Plague Town that was hard to understand and very easy to overlook.

And the appearance of those things represented the fact that the power of Dusk was still haunting Transylvania.

“That hellhole can’t stay!”

Murphy made up his mind.

He said to Tris:
“I’ll rush to Plague Town immediately, I’ll intervene in the small players’ raids there if necessary, we need to take it down as soon as possible to avoid any new repetition of the situation, I have a hunch that what’s happening in Plague Town has already exceeded the battle itself, and even surpassed the realm of the ‘Black Plague’.

We’re moving closer to something very dangerous, and I don’t want those things to suddenly jump out and become a problem for us before the Black Plague arrives!”

“Well, go ahead and contact me if you need me.”

Tris picked up an arithmetic pearl and said:
“I’ll parse the residual astral aura on this and see if I can backtrack on who exactly is ‘observing’ us in the astral realm, and frankly, this guy hiding in the astral realm is rather more of a bit of a concern to me than the plague town that’s visible to the naked eye, Murph.

Even if it’s not an unknown Star Realm Giant Spirit, even a sub-level Star Realm Giant is enough to keep one on their toes.

And I have good reason to suspect that it has its eye on us.”
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Disposing of the vampires that had run to the edge of the battlefield to spy on them in passing was just a casual act for the explorer who was in a rather good mood, the guy didn’t realize that he was on the verge of being torn apart by small players on the forums, and that he’d be busy receiving the roster of the entire town of Plague in the Flesh Tearer’s Tower of Plague in this case.

In front of his eyes Torn Flesh seemed to be really ready to leave, and at the feet of this old jackal there were still bags that had already been packed.

“Check it.”

Torn Flesh said to the explorer in front of him as he leaned on his rotting soul bone staff:
“If there’s nothing wrong I’ll be leaving in a few minutes, the vampire servants on the outskirts of the town launched a tentative attack on the place today, it was to no avail but I suspect it was just a tactic.

Perhaps soon they will be launching a devastating offensive. I don’t understand why you must take over this hot potato, but if you’re sure you want to do it, then I can only wish you peace, my friend.”

“Alas, it’s just a bit of grudging for the sake of the higher-ups, we’re all bitter servants. It’s like you have your mission, and I have my job.”

The explorer shrugged and casually flipped through the roster in his hands, not noticing that Torn Flesh’s eyes had been wandering over the metal staff he held in his hand that was clearly associated with the land of creation.

“You’re taking Crippleclaw?”

After ten seconds or so the explorer realized something was wrong and he frowned at Torn Flesh:

“That is not in keeping with our agreement, Lord Torn Flesh! Crippled Claw is a great corpse constructor, even Lord ‘Source’ was impressed with it, and I must keep it in order to turn this place into a place of death reserved for Lord Murphy!”

“But Crippled Claw is also important to the Plague Clan, Explorer.”

Torn Flesh said without giving an inch:

“I must take it back to the Dark Mountains, the necromancy it holds is quite important to the legacy of the Plague Clan, and that is something I cannot part with.”

“And yet you’re the one who turned it into that damn thing, you turned a being that could have been a master constructor into a pathetic undead madman, and as a result it’s come to this, and you’re still not going to set it free?”

The explorer said contemptuously:
“Such a fine talent can be wasted in your hands.”

“You know nothing! Human.”

Torn Flesh grunted and said:
“If it wasn’t for me, Crippledpaw would have crashed into the Underworld years ago!

He was a maverick jackal by nature, and his obsession with death made him do terrible things.

You only know of its talent, but not of its ‘feats’ in the Dark Mountains! A small portion of our Plague Clan’s ‘good name’ today is due to Crippled Claw’s ‘dedication’.

Although I have its life box, it can only suppress it but not control it. If you want it to stay and help you, you’ll have to convince it first. Crippled Claw?

Crippled Claw!

Come to me!
Cripple Claw?

Can you hear me?”

Warlock Tornpaw activated the control core of the Plague Warlock Tower and called out repeatedly to the other side of the construct tower but received no response, the deathly silence on the other side of the room causing Tornpaw to change his expression drastically.

“No good!”

It exclaimed, copied its own bone staff and lumbered towards the tower.

The explorer had no idea what was going on, but from the change in Torn Flesh’s expression he realized that something had probably happened on Crippled Claw’s side, and rushed out after it.

The two entered the deadly tectonic tower one after the other.

The explorer was vigilant enough to apply several layers of psychic energy shield to himself before following Torn Flesh into it, only to see those constructs that should have been sent to the battlefield thrown across the ground as soon as they entered.

All sorts of foul-smelling blood and tools used for constructs were torn everywhere, and the entire construct tower looked like it had undergone a raid and massacre.

Torn Flesh’s face was grim as he rushed into Crippled Claw’s lab, and he was greeted with the sight of Crippled Claw’s head being thrown amongst the ripped up corpses next to him.

But it was still alive.

The eyes on Crippledpaw’s head, which had been out of focus when he saw Torn Flesh and the Explorer walk in, swiveled around, and it screamed as if it were crying or laughing:

“It’s alive! It’s alive!”

“!!!”

Torn Flesh’s expression got worse.

It was true that there was a trap for the explorers tonight, but this was not what it had thought of as a “trap moment”!
Damn, things were getting out of hand!

The explorer next to him has no idea what’s going on, but at the sight of this miserable scene and the bad associations from Crippledpaw’s screams, the vigilant servant of dusk knows something is wrong.

Paying no attention to what was going on around him, he turned and rushed out of the tectonic tower.

The tomb-like tower had a psychic suppression that prevented him from using teleportation, otherwise he would have teleported his feet off.

Torn Flesh, however, didn’t do anything rash; it reached down and lifted Crippled Claw’s head up, asking:
“Where is it?”

“Right outside!”

Crippledpaw yelled:
“That stupid bastard is dead for sure! My king has been disturbed from his rest, and he is furious.”

“Ah!”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the explorer’s scream with shock and a hint of horror came from outside, followed by a seismic boom of something huge and a wild hissing like a wild beast resounding through the darkness.

That kingly roar from a hundred years ago caused both Torn Flesh and Crippled Claw, who had single-handedly directed it all, to close their eyes.

Torn Flesh carried Crippled Claw’s head and moved out of the Tectonic Tower bit by bit, almost rubbing against the edge of the darkness, but just as they were about to leave, the huge figure that suddenly appeared in the shadows made the two fellows immediately stop where they were, not daring to make the slightest movement.

Behind them, the resurrected King of Biting Bones was sniffing like a wild beast, and the addition of that cold death power and the strange Midnight Blessing caused its eyes to flicker out in the darkness not with a ghostly blue spiritual fire, but with a scarlet gaze.

It was enough to scare down any jackal who had heard of its story.

But luckily, the King of Biting Bones seemed to have caught the scent of belonging to a fellow human on Torn Flesh.

It let out a series of indescribable whimpers and disappeared like the wind in the darkness into the carnage of the tectonic tower, and Torn Flesh, who was scared out of his wits, had never had a moment so close to death, and only after confirming that the King of Biting Bones had left did it move its feet and crawl out of the room.

“Back there! There’s something back there.”

Crippleclaw, who was being carried in its hand, shouted.

Torn Flesh wiped its sweat and turned back, and saw that on the fringes of the tectonic tower, the explorer’s head, which had been pulled from its spine and smashed flat, was staying miserably at the edge of the light and shadow, while the metal staff, which was covered in the remnants of flesh and blood, was lying silently on the side.

It also carried a ripped off left hand on it.

Seconds!

This self-important fellow didn’t even manage to make an effective counterattack before the resurrected King of Biting Bones was finished off with his bare hands.

“Heh heh.”

Torn Flesh didn’t have time to think carefully as it let out a strange laugh, picking up the metal staff and the explorer’s shattered head while casting a spell outside the tectonic tower to blockade the dangerous tower that could no longer be entered.

It whispered:

“Even after coming back from the dead, my king still chose to protect its heir, and it is fitting that you, a dog who foolishly impinged on the majesty of the Creator, should die. Perhaps it is fate .”

“That . You didn’t think I was really dead, did you?”

The explorer’s sighing voice jarred from the shattered skull in Torn Flesh’s hand, and it was only then that Torn Flesh noticed that there wasn’t any blood coming out of the explorer’s severed neck, but instead, something odd like ripped cogs and connecting wires had appeared in the broken stubble of that neck.

The torn fellow rolled his eyes, and from his nostrils and teeth erupted the sparks that erupt when a mechanical structure is malfunctioning, as he spoke brokenly:
“It’s just a stand-in puppet.

The real me never left the safety of the place, but it made me realize the guy I considered a friend turned out to have been holding back bad thoughts all along. I don’t know why you, a jackal, became a follower of the Creator overnight, but tearing flesh
Take the staff in your hand!

I’ll be coming to retrieve it soon.

One last piece of advice, don’t go in there! Don’t go to the Land of Creation! You don’t know anything about the secrets of the Creator, you don’t know anything about the true purpose of that area, you’re just a lucky clueless person.

You’ll die there, and that’s just about the best I can think of.”

“Bang.”

The skull that had made the noise was crushed open by the tearing of flesh, and the aging jackal stared at the red and white thing in his hand, watching the lubricant that stained his paws like black blood, no fear on his face as he whispered in this bleak night:
“Heh, thanks for the reminder, but that’s all I should worry about.

What my king regrets, what my king has left unfinished, will be accomplished by the hands of my torn flesh and my plague clan, and I may no longer be able to see that scene with my own eyes, but the next King of Biting Bones . Will surely be born from my clan!
We jackals are bad, but we don’t want to destroy the world, you do.
You apocalyptic bastards of chaos and madness!
Everyone will be punished!”

(End of chapter)