Chapter 102 101 When You’re Standing at the Gates of Hell [4160

Chapter 102 101. when you stand at the gates of hell. 4160]

The old knight clearly belonged to the traditional category of “riddler”.

Perhaps he felt that Murphy could not deal with his unspoken threats, or perhaps he trusted the power of the Scarlet Pimpernel that he had faced more than the future Murphy.

Murphy wanted to know more, but he also knew that he couldn’t pry the old Finnock’s mouth open if he didn’t want to talk, and that the contrast in power was so overwhelming in this situation.

Using the same method as before, the old knight quickly opened the thick wall of the blood vulture corridor above the waterfall of the secret passage, and made a door leading to the depths of the corridor from the secret passage.

The two of them jumped out of it and fell into the interior of the opulent cloister, while Murphy opened the map in his hand and observed the surrounding configuration, saying to the alert Old Knight:

“A perfect surprise attack! This is the Servant’s Quarters, only the last corridor away from the Blood Wyvern Sanctuary where the Pool of Holy Blood is located, and we can open up the now blocked off central area from here backwards, allowing your subordinates to get here faster.

Or perhaps we can scout forward and confirm Salokdar’s location.”

“Both of our men are resting in the second hall at this time, and it will take time for them to return to fighting strength.”

The old knight calculated the time in his mind and said to Murphy:

“It will take at least eight hours of rest and recuperation to bring them back to full strength! They also need to replenish the various battle items they carry, the witch hunters are just tough and tenacious, not tireless, and those otherworldly summons of yours will need some time to re-establish their connection with the material world, right?”

“Well, they’ll need a little longer.”

Murphy fished out his pocket watch and calculated the time difference between the two sides and concluded:

“Almost ten hours later.”

“Then the two of us will have to find a way to clear a path for them, hopefully you’ve just had enough because the rest of the exertion could be a bit much, especially for you right now.”

The old knight narrowed his eyes as he looked ahead at the corridor leading to the Blood Wyvern Sanctuary, a strong uneasiness welling up in his heart.

It was all too quiet in front of him!

He believed that even if Salokdar was truly as insane as the other vampires whose minds had been invaded by astral psychic energy, he would not be so unresponsive to the current situation.

The witch hunters and player armies had already cleared a third of the cloisters, and he should have responded in some way no matter how crazy he was, but the Archduke of the Blood Vulture was still as steady as a rock or even hadn’t shown his face now, so either that madman was planning to tie his hands, or he was planning some evil stuff that could destroy the invaders in an instant.

“I’m left and you’re right!”

Old Finnock said to Murphy as he grabbed his one-handed hammer and Iris shield:

“There aren’t many vampire guards ahead, clear through and meet up in front of the sanctuary . If you can’t beat them, back off, I’ll take over the right side after I clear the left.”

“Looking down on who? You old man with family problems.”

Murphy bristled, holding his sword in his right hand and carrying his hunting crossbow in his left, he flashed out first.

It wasn’t like he was trying to force his way out to save face.

The main reason was that the vampires in this corridor were all maddened by the Astral Spirit Energy and were in a weird instinctive weakness, and from the state of Jade, who had escaped earlier, it was clear that something terrible had happened here.

Therefore for the current Murphy, these upper vampires were no longer strong enemies that could not be dealt with, and he happened to be in great need of lighting up the [Warrior’s Certificate] in the Achievement System.

“Hey, use this! Be careful not to get it on your fingers, I didn’t bring any antidote.”

The old knight called out to Murphy and waved his hand to throw him two bottles of green sword oil.

Murphy took it in his hand and scanned it, and the information tab popped up:

Name: Lord of White Oak’s Armed Supplies – Vampire Slayer

Effect: Applied on top of the weapon can temporarily give the weapon [Holy Power] and [Natural Blade] effect, inside the ointment added to the vampire special attack alchemy drugs, in contact with the vampire blood will be given an additional [Purification Ignition] effect.

This item is highly toxic, do not take it orally!
This item has a time limit of 120 minutes per application.

Requirements: This item uses a large combination of high-level alchemical substances that will cause severe corrosion to weapons, and thus can only be used on weapons of commander level or higher, and will cause irreversible damage to lower level weapons when used.

Crafted by: finok lawson

Item Description:

[Witch hunters will use any means possible to fight evil spirits, and the excellent research in the field of alchemy from the Church of Avalon can often give them additional wings.]

“Thanks.”

Murphy was not polite, twisting off the cap and using his handkerchief to dab the sticky green ointment on top of the Desire Ethnicity Blade, making the Elder Sword, which was Tris’s own sword, turn green in no time at all.

He also chicken thief will hunting crossbow use arrow also soaked in it, ready for everything before stepping into the right side of the deep corridor, and at the same time, the vampire screams have already sounded from the left side.

This old man was a riddler, but his strength was really superb! Slaughtering these weak vampires in front of him was no more difficult than killing a chicken.

Murphy took a deep breath and stepped into the corridor.

On his face, there were two slim black shadows pouncing towards him, opening their blood descent in the darkness to reveal the ugly and twisted vampire’s true form, however, their miserable skin and bones and skeleton-like faces represented that the blood in these guys’ bodies had almost all been extracted cleanly.

Like the way they feasted on their “food”, it was as if there was a monster that fed on vampire blood in the depths of the corridor.

“Bang!”

Murphy’s huge, robust blood wings closed in front of him like a shield, allowing the four incoming claws to slap on top of the wings to block the attack, and then the wings flapped outward to push the attackers out of the way, and then yanked one of them back by the leg in the grip of the “death grip”.

“Pfft.”

The spectral pace slid forward, the green blade piercing through the heart of a fellow clan member.

The blade of the Suicide showed no mercy, as if it was not a fellow human but an enemy in front of him.

As Murphy drew the sharp blade, the crazed vampire who fell to the ground screamed as if he had been thrown into a fire, a ball of blue-green purifying flames jumped out of his wound, causing him to twitch and curl up in pain to be pressed down again by Murphy, who held the sword with a cold expression.

The sharp edge pierced along the eye socket, easily ending the life of this pathetic midnight and allowing Murphy to harvest a dried up vampire’s heart.

This trash that had been contaminated by filthy spiritual energy and extracted its essence, any vampire with style would not suck this thing out, but on the other hand, this unattractive thing was just right to be used as dog food for Murphy’s Star World Giant Wolf.

“Ow!”

The Star Realm Giant Wolf that jumped out of the starlight scattering next to him jumped and bit the Vampire’s Heart and swallowed it after chewing it for a few moments, and from the sharp teeth bared, he knew that he liked the taste of this blood food.

But after singling out this family elite there was no achievement popping out.

Let Murphy frowned, but quickly relieved, weakened into such a set of moves can be killed by his “family elite” is hardly called a real elite.

If you want to light up the achievement of “Warrior’s Certificate”, it is estimated that you have to pick at least three opponents like Jade to finish them off.

Speaking of which, there should be a few more clan chief’s personal guard captains like Jade here, right?
Murphy thought so, in the blood wings gathered behind his back suddenly unfolded like lightning to kill the enemies in the dark depths, he had a strong premonition that after he cleared the corridor in front of him, his Catacomb Sword Guards Sword Technique should be able to be upgraded to “Proficient”, and his character level should be upgraded to level 12-13.

Upgrading after the Black Iron Body was really tough, but after mastering the correct way to upgrade, this kind of thing also became easier, the only regret is that the level of this “game” has no meaning other than looking good.

You can only get a real boost in power when you cross the 10th level of the Trial of Power.

Murphy has long since realized that the accumulation of combat experience and the sharpening of skills is also a very important part of personal power, and can even be said to be more important than the improvement of power itself.

“Duh duh duh.”

The crossbow arrows stabbed out from the ghostly shadow made Murphy, who was hunting his insane compatriots, let his wings close with a jolt, and then unsurprisingly was pierced by the sharp arrows, the good thing is that the blood wings are not solid and won’t feel any pain when they are torn apart, but only needing psychic energy to remodel and recover has made him lose the ability to fly for the time being.

The vampire’s reaction was quick, after realizing that the dangerous slayer was hiding around him, he immediately took the Star World Wolf and retreated into the shadows, letting his breath close in while cautiously observing the surroundings.

He saw an oddly shaped vampire striding out from the depths of the passageway, escorted by four insanely thin and dry companions.

This guy is much fatter than the well-built and slender vampires, the obvious general belly will be luxurious robes up, as if pregnant with a baby, a fat vampire? A fat vampire? It is really rare in the blood race where “appearance anxiety” is common!
And this guy’s dress is even more show luxury, that fat fingers on the ring alone to wear several, pearl jewelry unbeatable, short head also set a small crown decorated with scarlet.

Simply like a walking treasure shelf. This fat vampire is holding a scarlet hand crossbow, not the low-grade goods that Murphy is using now.

The delicate contraption embellished with the spreading wings of a night bat had an encapsulated instinct that could hear the gears running from it, allowing it to fire in bursts without having to be wound.

The three crossbow arrows that almost blew his head off just now were fired from this guy.

But this guy was just as crazy as the rest of the vampires, walking with no decency at all, and he had a set of keys hanging from his belt that clashed and jingled as he walked.

It was like a collar bell around a cat’s neck, reminding the mouse hiding in the darkness that danger was coming.

Murphy narrowed his eyes and threw a range scout towards the front of his eyes, and information popped up:

Name: Zacob Teslar Le Sombra, the Moneylender.
Rank: Silver Body – Blood Source Weakness (All attributes reduced by 30%)

Status: confused thinking – mental derangement – pampered – unresponsive – steadfast in duty
Profession: Level 13 Midnight Hunter / Level 15 Treasure Guard / Accountant – Usury Specialist

Carry Special Item: Blood Vulture Secret Treasure Vault Seal
Rating: Dangerous

Character Description:

[As the Blood Vulture’s Secret Treasure Vault Keeper and the patriarch’s most trusted accountant, Zakober has quintupled the Blood Vulture’s wealth over the course of a hundred years, and his own small coffers have doubled a full fourteen times in the process.

Of course you’d be hard pressed to call Zakober an asshole for that; after all, he still has a good reputation in the usury circles of Cadman City.

For those who couldn’t pay their debts, he never took their lives, only sent them to labor to death in the mines of those sinful dwarves in the Dark Mountains as a way of squeezing the last bit of profit out of them.

This vampire lord was not interested in physically sucking human blood.

He is clearly a high style vampire who is out of the low life, and can even be reluctantly called a qualified capitalist].

“That’s you!”

Murphy’s eyes lit up.

The two achievements, Elite’s Certificate and Treasure Thief Goblin, looked like they could be completed at the same time, but at a small cost.

He barely hesitated, and the moment the Scrying Technique was sensed by his opponent and that scarlet hand crossbow was raised, Murphy rushed in with three consecutive Assault Slides beside Zakob, the Grave Badge on his wrist fully activated at that moment.

Group-Death Grip released!

The cold death psychic energy grabbed the five insane vampires including Zakober from the ground at the same time, and cut off the legs of two more skin and bones guards in an extremely fast surprise attack, and then gouged out the heart of the third weak vampire with a Blood Claw Execution, and the Star Realm Giant Wolf pounced together to tear madly at one of the controlled targets, and bitten the neck of the latter most of the way open.

After hitting this set of combos Murphy backed off without any greed for knives.

He accurately calculated the remaining death spirit energy in the Grave Badge, and the fact that he could still perform two more such surprise attacks made him more certain in his mind.

The Zuckerberg in front of him was obviously a vampire who was good at long-range attacks, and his woeful reaction during melee combat made Murphy certain that he could eat him.

Ch, isn’t that what creatures like capitalists are like?

To say that they were bullies was to lift them up, not to mention that they had a loyal dog to help them!
But what is this?
A dog in the opening game, with all the equipment to pick up?
Fifteen minutes later, as the old knight rushed to the left corridor with his hammer and shield in hand, he saw that Murphy was humming an odd song with his hands behind his back under the protection of the four grudges, walking out from a nearby mysterious building that was closing.

He had a scarlet night bat hand crossbow hanging from his waist, while an exquisite seal was tossed up and down in his hand, and the Star Realm Giant Wolf under his feet had an additional extravagant blood-colored spiked collar around its neck, which looked like it was still a high-level psychic item.

Not far behind him in the shadows, the faded stone statue of a unique fat vampire maintained a dying plea for mercy, but the brutal wound in his heart represented Murphy’s execution without mercy.

Soon, the four resentful spirits evoked by the professional power of the Grave Sword Guards also disappeared into the cold air as the battle ended.

“You seem to be in a good mood, did something good happen to you?”

The old knight asked, and Murphy pointed to the closed door of the secret treasure vault behind him and said:

“I found the Blood Vulture Clan’s family treasure vault, there are a lot of good things inside, why don’t I share it with you? One fifth! It can’t be more.”

“Money and treasure are useless to me.”

The old knight shook his head and said:
“Now that this place has been purged, it is time to move on. Yet I have underestimated you, and so have your people, Murphy, and does your venerable Tris know of these powers that you have hidden away over most of your countrymen?”

“No, in her eyes I’m just a lucky but weak fringe of the clan.”

Murphy shrugged, his tone mysterious and relaxed:

“I haven’t told her this yet, I’m afraid of scaring her, she’s fragile right now and should be well protected without adding more burdens, so I’ll even share more of your treasure, please help me keep this a secret.”

The old knight ignored the vampire joke.

He turned and walked briskly towards the door at the end of the cloister, pushing it open to access the site of the Blood Wyvern Sacred Pool, and he and Murphy clasped the edges of the heavy door left and right, opening it a crack in the forceful tug.

In the next second, a terrifying and frenzied aura of psychic energy surged out of it.

It wasn’t the astral spiritual energy they had expected!

Far from it!

It was a desolate ancient aura that was ten times more wild and chaotic than Star Realm Spiritual Energy!

The old knight exposed in this spirit world wind changed greatly, his body oak armor is like LED running lights flashing colorful spiritual energy protection, and the unprotected Murphy is even worse, his whole person is like being hit by a heavy hammer, muffled grunt then breath withered bluntly fell to the ground.

The Star World Giant Wolf was even worse, and was expelled back to the Star World with a wail.

It did not die.

But this spiritual energy in front of it banished it!
“Bang.”

Old Finok desperately closed the door, which kept the damned, maddening aura that made his heart skip a beat from continuing to pour out.

He leaned against the door and gasped, shaking his head over and over, even reaching up to slap his helmet in an attempt to snap himself out of the tangle of phantom voices and visions, while the dots of light from the sacred oak armor on his body dimmed, seeming to signify that the danger had just passed.

In the dead silence of the cloister, amidst the heavy panting of the two men, Murphy rubbed his head, which was aching to the point of exploding, and tilted his head to look at the old knight.

He asked:
“So what was that thing? I think I see a sky full of stars smiling at me? Obscure nebulae whispering to me?”

The old knight glanced at him.

With some trembling, the golden strongman fumbled for his own dwarven pipe and held it to his mouth, rubbing his fingers together three times to build a fire before lighting the tobacco.

“Damn! The psychic energy riot of the Star Realm Ripping Technique style hides the truth of what’s going on deep underground, I knew that what’s happening in Cadman City is never as simple as it seems on the surface. We are being used! The Kingdom of Goldfinch and General Loren were both used!
This is their true purpose.

A subspace rift that is opening up in the material world using the Blood Wyvern Sacred Pool as a dojo or even, even Sarokdal is just a sacrifice!”

Old Finnock calmed down with the help of tobacco, he rubbed his forehead vigorously and whispered:

“Murph, things are in trouble!”

Meanwhile, in a secret room somewhere under the complex structure of the Cloisters, Maxim and Adele were guarding an odd psychic device that was rising from the ground with their rapiers in their hands on the left and right.

In front of their eyes, Natalie and his crew were pressing over.

The gray-haired Demon Hunter Hime slowly drew the oddly shaped silver combat knife at her waist as she snapped:
“I knew you bloodsucking dogs couldn’t be trusted! Get outta there! Now!”

Maxim and Lady Adele exchanged a glance, and then the two answered the coercion before them with a practical answer, raising their weapons while the four witch hunters across the street sheathed their swords in unison.

The two groups of people fought together without any communication.

Just like all the stories about the witch hunters and evil spirits in the past thousand years, lies could not cover up the truth, and only the swords were the only language that both sides could understand.

(End of chapter)