Chapter 789: Avenger Who Came Across Time Monthly Votes Plus Updates
Chapter 787 786. The Avenger Who Came Across Time -Monthly Votes Plus – Happy New Year [1930].
Murphy didn’t get Ms. Yvette’s distinctive “Victory Memorial”.
But this may not be a bad thing, at least to avoid being Beaten by Tris by the neck, after all, you a husband-to-be carry other women’s underwear this kind of thing in any world belongs to the very explosive scum behavior, right?
But Ms. Yvette was a shibboleth head when all was said and done, and as she left the underground with her seizure, a few lucky players got their hands on something that left them dumbfounded.
Tartakai looked at the Shadow Elf erotic panties in his hand that struggled to even cover his palms, and swept a glance at the equally exaggerated style of erotic lingerie in his oldest brother’s hand that only had a few strings, the two brothers who were brave in combat would have rather mixed emotions this time.
You say you didn’t get the reward, right, the things in your hand can’t fool anyone.
But if you say you got the reward, what do the two of them want with this pure and cheerful big boy?
Do they find a place to change it for themselves?
Blanch!
This is too perverted.
“Brother, are the treasures in your hands for sale?”
Tata Kai does not want does not mean other people do not want, his side ID called “rainy night with a knife” buddy whispered to Tata Kai PY invitation, and after a burst of encrypted calls, with a good attributes of the jackal hunting knife in exchange for this lovely thing, and then ran to a self-touching Tata Kai there to ask to buy Ms. Yvette’s Erotic Lingerie.
This guy stubbornly believes that this thing belongs to the “quest item”, perhaps in the future after the development team opened the 18+ function, you can rely on this thing to have sex with Ms. Yvette.
You really don’t say, Ms. Yvette’s modeling and her over-exuberant behavioral patterns have led to her being very popular in the player community.
How to describe this shibari head?
Well, you imagine E-sister with the sultry face of Lady Trixie, and then completely explode her surly nature as a Shadow Elf, and then multiply the degree of shibari by five times and you’re pretty much there.
Some people on the forums were already using the nickname “Bloody Daji” to refer to Lord Yvette, and the one who was most saddened by this incident was the full of energy Ms. Becky, because Yvette’s appearance had caused her to completely lose her throne as one of the five most popular female NPCs.
This also proved an unchanging truth that cuteness really wasn’t worth mentioning in front of sexiness!
However, Murphy didn’t have the time to look into his perverted little players’ definition of the word “beauty”, although he had taken care of the subspace gap made by the jackals, the aftermath was still troublesome.
After closing the rift so that the foul breath can not be maintained, the same subspace creatures of the Incendiary Demon Soldiers will soon enter the material world rules of suppression of the weakness, quickly by the blood alliance knights rushed out of the ground with the players one by one to eliminate, but these guys will not disappear immediately after the death of the.
Their strange armor and the ashes of their dissipation would leave a “mark of filth” wherever they went.
That is a conceptual state close to permanent, Murphy personally checked, these marks where the subspace erosion will continue to exist until the place is completely covered by subspace power.
Want to eliminate these marks can either use a lot of order power to wash away, or summon the purification of the gods, and the last way is to use the omega program to eliminate these marks by Murphy.
Leaving it alone was definitely not an option.
Therefore, Murphy gave this task to those Winter Wolf monks who were still alive, and they were happy to do this and collect the bones of the soldiers who died tragically on the battlefield.
But the problem is, after these guys made such a mess, let the Nords’ position was destroyed by the entire terrain at the same time also filled with a short period of time completely unable to dissipate the subspace residue, these things are not as conspicuous as the astral world filth, and will not immediately change the camp of the beings who are in it.
Yet its corrosion was silent and real.
Lord Yvette, who was wearing no underwear or underpants and was vacuumed up in leather armor, looked at the place herself and concluded that this place could not be wanted, and that even the strongest-willed mortal warriors who stayed here too long would be silently affected by it.
After all, even the most powerful steel will can not withstand every day from zero hour every five minutes over the SC, even fucking eating and sleeping, napping and touching the fish have to be firm will of the fucked up life ah.
“This position can’t be taken, even the surrounding pits will have to be abandoned along with it, the subspace concentration there is much higher than on the ground, we have to retreat.”
Murphy said to Colonel Fraser, who had a hard look on his face beside him:
“The next stop is the Filth Swamp.”
“I don’t understand, how long do we have to retreat like this? I’ve had enough!”
The ever-calm Fraser couldn’t help but shake his fist even at this moment and asked rhetorically:
“The Jackals are forcing us to abandon our positions in this way, and what proved effective this time will make them intensify their efforts afterwards, if they use this method of warfare in the Filthy Swamp as well, and if they do the same in the Maginot Line.”
“Don’t worry, they won’t.”
Murphy said sensibly, shaking his head:
“The Jackals waged the Black Plague for victory not to destroy the world, they are different in nature from the Dusk’s quest, this time it was clearly the pathetic old Manson’s solo walk, and that foolish priest paid the price for his recklessness.
Its downfall will remind Huegson how dangerous it is to seek revenge with a tiger, and after that the Dusk’s contamination tactics won’t be so easy to put into effect.”
“You! You’re pinning all your hopes on a fucked-up jackalope governor? Governor Murphy, are you out of your mind?”
Fraser questioned:
“Are you praying for the enemy to open up?”
“No, I just have faith in the bloodline of the Hügensen; it is descended from the King of Bone Biting and is not destined to become a slave of the Dusk.”
Murphy said waving his hand:
“You can trust me on this one, but the Dusk won’t let up like that, we have to give them a little credit lest these bastards continue to interfere with a war that was already headed for a bad time afterward.
Colonel Fraser, I’ll take charge on this one.
You take your soldiers and withdraw to the Maginot Line, then rest there to await the final showdown with the Jackals.”
“Hmm?”
The colonel looked at Murphy in surprise as he said:
“Don’t you need us in the Filthy Swamp?”
“There are people in charge there, letting you into a swamp that is now full of traps is simply asking you to die, if you really want to help, then write to your father and ask the Capes to send more supplies to the position.”
Murphy said:
“Besides, how long is that short man Loren going to wait? Is the Tower of the Ring problem going to continue to drag on?”
“The Grimni Legion is already mobilizing their troops, and it is rumored that Venerable Lord Paying is already involved in the purge of the Tower of the Ring.”
Fraser whispered:
“King Louis has made up his mind, and word will soon return that there is nowhere left for the followers of the Dusk to run before the eternal silence of the Sacred Lance, and that those remaining Pure Ones must be confirmed by the Venerable Lord in order to survive.”
“This is King Louis’ determination?”
Murphy said with a frown:
“To this extent? I would have thought a ruler as decisive as he is would have simply ordered the entirety of White Cliffs to be leveled, and any psionicist who had come into contact with the Dusk to be mercilessly executed, as decisively as he ordered the eradication of the Church of Avalon.”
“That is indeed what my king had intended to do, he was never indecisive when he needed resolve.”
Fraser sighed:
“But the rapidly deteriorating situation forces us not to cut ourselves off at this time, once the situation in the Cato region deteriorates, it will be difficult for us to withstand the black plague of the Jackals turning without the support of the Spiritualists. And this proposal actually comes from your Venerable Lord Paying, who believes that the Tower of the Ring is not rotten to the core.”
“The current Venerable Lord seems to be a bit gentler but also a lot more cowardly, as for my answer to this matter there are only two words, huh?” Murphy said indifferently:
“Regardless of what you think, no members of the Tower of the Ring are allowed to appear within the Maginot Defense Line and Transylvania! If they dare to come, I will dare to cut them down, if you don’t believe me, just try it.”
Murphy who said the dreadful words made a farewell gesture very elegantly and turned around to stride towards his players, as soon as he arrived over there, Old Qin handed over some things in his hand and explained:
“Lord Lord, these are the things we found in the corpses of those Burning World Demon Soldiers, the psychics confirmed that they have no subspace residue, but these things are strange, they don’t look like things of power that would be carried by those Burning World Demon Soldiers, instead they look like some ordinary things.”
“Hmm?”
Murphy raised his eyebrows and looked at the pile of strange things Old Qin handed over.
Inside were badly corroded daggers and some coins that had rusted, which were considered ordinary stuff, Murphy also saw half a broken doll and an old style cowhide belt, just like a pile of rags.
No wonder the players gathered here to spit on the bad drops of these elite monsters.
Just the value of these contraptions was not even proportional to the cost they paid to win.
Did the devs design the drops with their feet?
This is the difficulty to drop this kind of crap?
Murphy also felt a bit baffled, not because of the drop or the difficulty, but mainly because there was no way that this kind of ordinary stuff could remain so intact in subspace.
He placed the pile of broken stuff on a rock and put on his gloves to pick through it carefully, eventually finding a rolled up letter in a twisted metal jug, when he took the thing out, the latter flew and weathered as if it had all of a sudden crashed into accelerated time, Murphy unfolded it as fast as his eyes could see, and read the thing before it completely weathered.
The contents were rather strange:
“Dear Mrs. Ivy:
I shall set out from Narrantown in a few days for your estate with your favorite wares and the beautiful things you ordered in Westcott, and I humbly dare not pray for your favor, but only ask that you will accept my love, which is fiery enough to withstand the cold winds of the North.
By the time you receive the letter, your faithful suitor will already be on his way, looking forward to meeting you.
—
From your friend, Hel, written at the ‘Giant Bear’s Roar’ Inn, Narrantown, in the height of the summer month of 912.”
There is nothing incomprehensible in the contents of this letter.
It was nothing more than a courtship letter from a lickspittle to a goddess, but Murphy noticed the place and time of the inscription, it was a letter from two hundred years ago, and it seemed like he had heard of the place name Narrant Town somewhere.
Murphy thought about it and decisively opened the communication to call out his omniscient old baby, after hearing his question, Tris who was still on the Maginot defense line said in an odd tone:
“Where did you find out about the town of Narrant? That place, where Ice Bay meets the Sachs Mountains and Forests, is gone now, to be precise, it and a third of Ice Bay have fallen into subspace overnight during the disaster the Blood Fear Clan pulled off two hundred years ago.
And Lady Ivy?
I seem to remember this woman, she’s a famous local cross-dresser, because half of the Shadow Elf bloodline caused her to live a very rotten life, and she even bought some potions used to seduce men from me at a high price.”
“Are you sure?”
This answer made Murphy narrow his eyes, he once again lowered his head to look at those ordinary household items laid out in front of his eyes, this instant these ordinary to no longer ordinary contraptions also turned frightening in Murphy’s eyes.
And in the face of her own dear’s skepticism, Tris said rather disgruntledly:
“My memory is very good, you can’t say I’m old in such a roundabout way, you little villain, itchy skin isn’t it?”
“No, Tris, I’m serious, I may have discovered something extraordinary.”
Murphy said as he casually raised the weathered letter in his hand that had been written 200 years ago but never mailed, letting the dog-licker’s thoughts dissipate into the bleak earth as well:
“The odds are that the fifty Incendiary soldiers who attacked the position today are the same innocents who were sent into subspace by the mistakes of the Blood Fear Clan back in the day, and Mannis once told me this.
Now the bad news has come true.
The innocents of the past have been transformed into angry avengers during their sub-space ordeal, and they have returned to earth to pay back a hundredfold the suffering they endured to a world that was so cold to them.
No wonder they are filled with an unexplainable rage, it is not infused by subspace, it is the hatred and despair from the bottom of their hearts.
Wait a minute!
I think I’ve guessed the reason why the Blood Fear Fleet must have run for this Black Plague! Tris.”
Murphy’s mind crossed like a bolt of lightning, and he said to Tris:
“Captain Pablo and his servants must have seen these Incendiary Demon Soldiers a long time ago! Two hundred years ago it was the Blood Fear Clan who messed up and sent these people into subspace, and now if they want to take revenge they will definitely seek out the Blood Fear Clan as well.
No wonder they were scared like this, no wonder they had to go far away to the ancient kingdom of Calum to find a solution.
That guy had mysteriously said that his clan had gotten into big trouble.
This was the big trouble they were talking about!
The Burning World Demon Soldiers are chasing them all over the world!
Yes, all the members of the Blood Fear Clan are going to pay for the wantonness of their ancestors back then, and if we don’t care, they’ll end up being dragged into subspace and tortured by these demon soldiers until the world is destroyed.
Fuck!
Will I look too cold-blooded if I spit out a comment about them deserving it at this point?”
“No, it’s not excessive at all, this is indeed what the Blood Fear Clan deserved, because of their actions, 300,000 people died overnight, and even if the transformation into World Burning Demon Soldiers is only one third, it’s enough to wipe out the entire Blood Fear Clan today.”
Tris calmly replied:
“But now that Pablo and his pirates have been sent by you to help out over at Hogg, it’s not that easy for us to ask for proof, what are you going to do?”
“Simple, knowing what they want will be a better way to ask them to contribute from that point on.”
Murphy rubbed his chin and said:
“Being hunted by the Burning World Demon Soldiers can be quite a scary thing, and it has always been the case that if Captain Pablo and his clan want to continue to exist they will have to honestly complete this journey of atonement that the Exalted Lord has given them.
I mean, if they really realize the seriousness of this matter, then the Blood Fear Clan can also become an ally trusted by us in matters against subspace.
After all, while others may be able to surrender to subspace and continue to live on in a different and pathetic manner, the consequences of them daring to surrender can be much more horrific than death.
Pablo seems like a smart guy to me, odds are he won’t take any chances on this kind of thing.
Well, I’m going to need to have a long talk with Pablo when things are over on Hogg’s end.”
Just as Murphy and Tris figured out the big trouble that the Blood Fear Clan was facing right now, Lord Yvette didn’t leave the position, instead, she disguised herself to come beside Velanthar who was resting on a depression at the back of the position.
“I heard that you were once a life-weaving maiden of the Mejva clan?”
Yvette said as she nonchalantly tossed a pouch to Velanthar, crossing her arms:
“Then surely you can repair this holy relic that was taken from us?”
“Well, I’d have to see it first.”
Velanthir glanced down at the bag containing the Corrosive Wound, and she expertly looked left and right, as if assessing the time it would take to purify the thing.
And at that juncture, Yvette suddenly spoke up and asked:
“You’re not Anu Velancer Mejva at all! Who are you?”
(End of chapter)