Chapter 107 106 My Patriarch’s Father Nightmare Special Edition [4660

Chapter 107 106…My Clan Chief Father – Nightmare Special Edition [4660]

Murphy had already learned from Tris that the First Lord of the Blood Alliance Knights would come to support this battle, it was a powerful gold ranked Blood Knight, both offensive and defensive just right to form a front line attack group with the old Knight Finok.

The combination of the two of them was enough to hold back Salokdar, who was currently in the Holy Blood Pool, and there was only one remaining target for everyone!
That was to do their best to destroy the connection between the fallen Blood Vulture Patriarch and the Holy Blood Pool while he was being entangled, causing the subspace rift that was being guided by the Holy Blood Pool’s psychic energy to mark the path to enter an unstable state.

It hadn’t opened in the material world yet, which meant it could still be destroyed.

It’s like the layer of “reality” hasn’t been broken yet, you can play as perverted as you want, but if there’s a needle’s eye, it means that even the gentlest of movements may result in a fatality.

Once the subspace rift starts to become unstable, Missy, who is the core of the plan, will immediately cast a spell in it to destroy the sacred blood pool as a price to banish the chaotic power of the subspace to the astral realm in the opposite direction.

The last part will be done by Tris herself.

It wasn’t difficult to do this since the astral rift in Cadman City had only just closed up and was still in a fragile state.

This three-step all-inclusive plan made Murphy marvel in admiration, deeply impressed that his honored elder, the former Scarlet Witch really wasn’t a lightweight when she got serious.

However, he had never expected that this First Knight Lord who ran to support him would actually be a comical person
Well, a sufficiently handsome, gentle, narcissistic and powerful comedian.

Just by looking at the nearly endless amount of roses of various colors that he carried around with him, one could tell that this guy was definitely not a decent person! Who in their right mind would carry so many of these things around?

But right now, Murphy had no choice.

“Swish swish swish.”

One by one, the nature scrolls were torn open.

Spiritual energy spells that strengthened spirit and perception were inflicted on the little players, drops of Vampire Slayer Sword Oil were applied on top of the weapons, and diluted potions were soaked with projectiles and arrows.

The psionic user players, on the other hand, were urgently learning the techniques called [Chaos Protection] and [Mind Fire] under the final teachings of the old knights.

It would have been impossible for an average person to learn this in just a few minutes, but the 1.5x growth of the younger players allowed them to quickly master these two techniques.

Although they were rusty and there was a high probability that they would fail to release them due to a lack of proficiency, it was enough considering that they were positioned as expendable in this battle.

To be honest, Murphy put the small players into the battlefield move he himself did not have too much certainty, just with the record of their own battle just now, the small players’ current perception and thinking attributes even with all the additions will be difficult to be exempted from chaos for a long period of time, and once they are captured by the subspace what will happen is something that no one can guess at all.

What if subspace corrosion spreads to another world through a mysterious game connection?
What if they were really made mad by the evil forces in this world?
Wouldn’t that be pure evil?
“Are you worried about your warriors?”

First Lord Paranor asked in a very magnetic voice as he snapped his magnificent lion helmet over his head, allowing his knightly heavy armor to form a solid shield.

Murphy did not hide his question from this handsome man.

He answered:

“I feel like I’m sending them to hell myself no, the end of having your mind captured by subspace is much scarier than death.”

“I’ve rarely seen a fellow human care so much about humans.”

Paranor let out a chuckle as the first lord with a very bright personality said:
“As Lady Tris said, you are a different kind of compatriot, and it’s no wonder my goddess is so favorable to you.”

“Your goddess?”

Murphy looked at Parano in surprise.

The latter nodded his head in a serious manner, and also took out a delicate notebook with an aroma from his psychic bag, flipped it open, checked it, and said:
“The muse in my heart is ranked 17th!
But that was recorded over a hundred years ago, and Lady Tris has been imbued with a more sprightly and mature seductiveness in time, yet that horrible wound of hers has seriously marred her amazing beauty, so I guess I’ll probably have to push her backward in the rankings to thirty or so.

But she is still a goddess in my heart! A rare and beautiful thing in the world.

There’s no doubt about that.

Ah, fate has been so generous to me that I do not have to suffer the acrimonious pain of the goddess’ passing.”

“I think there is something wrong with your statement.”

Murphy returned with a stern face.

He didn’t think that Tris would be worse than the other women in this little notebook, but this guy was actually a deep-sea king? Looking at the thickness of this notebook, he knew that the “goddesses” in this guy’s heart would be 50 if not 100.

Hey, there must be a technique for this kind of thing, right?
If it wasn’t for the current situation, it would be worthwhile to learn.

“But what I want to say is that you don’t have to worry. Venerable Lord Paying is aware of the threat of this battle, and he has bestowed the might of the Sacred Lance upon me, and through a bloodline connection allows me to summon the projection of the Sacred Lance ‘Eternal Silence’ here.

As the holy relic that has fought the longest battle with subspace in this world, it is enough to shelter the hearts and minds of the warriors.

Provided they are truly fearless, of course.”

Paranor probably saw the place Tris had in Murphy’s mind as he snorted and put away his own notebook backhanding out his own scarlet riding pistol to lean on in his hand.

Grazing the edge of the heavy weapon with a single hand with scarlet hand armor, a scarlet rune was activated, and then, as Murphy watched in amazement, a cloud of blood-spirit light blossomed from the riding lance.

At the same time, a prompt popped up on the character card in front of him:
[Eternal Silence Holy Lance Projection – Arbitration Aura] Imposed!
All non-chaotic beings within 120 feet of this aura’s effect will be granted the [Atonement] status, increasing damage to chaotic creatures and greatly increasing spirit resistance.

Vampiric ethnicities within the effect of this aura will have an additional boost to their life and psychic energy recovery speed.

Chaos creatures within this aura’s effect suffer continuous corrosive damage until they are extinguished.

This aura opening was not only perceived by Murphy, but the small players also stirred.

This was the first time they had seen such a high-end power manifestation in the game, so they couldn’t help but come over to Lord Paranor’s side to look at the mounted lance in his hand that was emitting scarlet streams of light, and were discussing with each other about how it must be another dog planner drawing a pie or something difficult to understand.

Missy, who maintained her silence in preparation for action, turned her head to look at the riding lance in Lord Paranor’s hand, and she said softly:

“Scarlet Sacred Lance ‘Eternal Silence’! The miraculous creation of the Blood Alliance Knights, the divine weapon wielded by Venerable Lord Paying, and one of the Seven Sacred Artifacts of the Original Sin of the vampire civilization, I’ve read about it in countless legends.

In this day and age, the Holy Lance has become another image of the vampire ethnicity in the eyes of the world.

It represents the good side of the vampire.

Just as all other vampires except for the Knights of the Blood League represent the dark and depraved side in the eyes of the world.

There is no doubt that Venerable Lord Paying is a great man that can be born among us.”

“As it should be.”

First Lord Paranor laughed.

He reached out and placed his hand in front of the wooden door that separated the plagues in front of him, and turned back to the others who were ready for battle:

“In fact, within the Order, the debate about who is more powerful between the Scarlet Sacred Lance and the other Original Sin Sacred Objects has never stopped, but it is a pity that Venerable Lord Paying is not a warlike person, and apart from the Punishment Expedition against the Blood Fear Clan a hundred years ago, he also has never had a record of actually fighting against any other Archduke.

But today we may get a tangible answer.

The Blood Vulture’s holy relic, the Desire Demon Blade ‘Necessary Evil’ is still in Salokdar’s hands, and although it is not His Holiness himself who has come, I, the son and heir, will fight on behalf of the great Exalted Lord.

Perhaps a good story can be written today.
Then, let the beautiful and romantic war begin!”

“Bang.”

The wooden door in front of him shattered open with the slap of the heavy shield Paranor was holding, and the cold and obscure subspace aura came crashing down on his face, and was blocked from his torso by the blood spirit stream of light projected from the holy spear in his hand.

As Paranor raised his weapon high, the collision of the material world and the subspace aura created a substantial energy burst in the dark hall, causing the wind to blow and make the unsteady players cry out. The old knight Finok on his side was also not willing to show weakness.

He shouted the name of Avalon and led the witch hunters forward, and the great oak blade in his hand seemed to be determined to compete with the projection of the scarlet lance, and without the need for the sword wielder to call out, he ignited the blue purifying fire in the buzzing.

The elven inscriptions on the blade also came out of the body with the support of spiritual energy, turning into fluttering natural spells that fell on the witch hunters and the small players.

It was like a bear child provoking a fight.

Proudly and triumphantly, he flung a gesture at the Scarlet Sacred Lance Projection that was making a big splash, You can only shelter the crowd with your aura, but I can make them much stronger!

So there was no need to say who was more powerful, right?
“I didn’t realize you were also a holy artifact holder, what a loss of respect. One of the famous Oak Three Sacred Blades, the ‘Watcher’, is really powerful! It’s just that it’s too unruly and rude just like the legend.”

Lord Paranor looked at the old knight in surprise, and the latter said with a cold face:

“Didn’t you realize that I’ve just been around you for ten minutes? Are your arrogant ethnic eyes blind?”

“Well, I’m sorry, old sir.”

The First Lord said in a casual tone as he rode his spear forward to break up the save of filthy psychic energy:
“I have always paid attention only to those things that are beautiful, and it is only natural that filth does not meet my eyes so that I do not feel sad for beings who are self-sacrificed to ugliness.”

These words were said with obvious intent.

Old Finoc grunted as he held his sword with both hands pointing diagonally forward, glanced at Paranor beside him who was carrying a holy lance in his right hand and a heavy shield in his left, and said:
“What did you mean by that just now?”

“Just what it means on paper!”

The First Lord Palanor, who treated Murphy and the others with friendliness and warmth, let out an icy whisper underneath his veiled heavy helmet:

“I am a descendant of Pride, and all of us can smell the sins under the darkness of the night, and you! White Knight Commander, you give off a smell of sin stronger than all the people in this city except you combined, rivaled only by the lingering scent of sin in Tris.

You have committed an abomination!
If the timing wasn’t bad, I would have brought you back to the garrison to hand over to Venerable Lord Paying for a proper interrogation, thinking that I would have been able to dig out a lot of shocking and fierce information.

You have been in contact with subspace more than once!”

“Heh.”

The old knight laughed coldly, and in his forward charge, a roundhouse chop cut through the filthy energy pouring out of the subspace rift in front of him, and in the hum of the Great Oak Blade as if it was on the verge of an enemy, he looked ahead and said softly:

“I do not deny this, but I feel that your Venerable Lord Paying may not get the chance to taste my sins.”

“Boom.”

A large number of beings poured into the Hall of Sacred Blood, and the Final Enemy was finally startled as a cloud of scattered ethereal violet starlight wrapped around a humanoid figure slowly rose from the rapidly boiling pool of Sacred Blood.

The intensity of the chaotic impact throughout the hall immediately rose in that instant.

Several Witch Hunter elites immediately covered their heads and cried out in pain, and were dragged by the quick-witted small players into the brightening Arbitration Aura around Paranor, which saved their precarious sanity.

In front of everyone’s eyes, the person who rose from the pool of blood had already shed the last drop of sticky blood, and was able to show his true face.

A classic Blood Wyvern regalia.

In addition to the slim red and black hunting clothes, there was a scarlet cloak slung over his left shoulder and fastened with a vulture’s lock, his head lowered as if he was sleeping or dead.

His long gray hair was stained with purple stars and spread over his shoulders, and he could tell that this old man was definitely a handsome man when he was young, but now he was like a withered bone in a coffin, as if he had been drained of all his blood.

This horrible face contrasted sharply with his decent dress.

His black gloved hands were crossed in front of his chest, and his right hand was holding a scarlet one-handed blade.

The blade was double-edged but had a grotesquely jagged edge on one side, and the most conspicuous feature was the guard underneath the blade in the form of a winged hybrid of a night bat and a vulture, with an ancient and shadowy inscription on the side of the blade, which was almost perfectly vampiric and dark, even in the slightest exaggeration of its decoration.

If I had to describe it figuratively, it would probably look a bit like a certain Blade of Sorrows, but that thing was a two-handed sword, whereas the one in front of me is a true one-handed sword, and therefore much lighter.

This was probably the “Necessary Evil”, the holy relic of the Blood Wyvern that Palanor had mentioned earlier.

Unfortunately, this Midnight Sacred Blade, like its wielder, had become a carrier and agent of the chaotic will that poured out of the subspace rift, causing everyone who looked at it to feel a clear and incomparable oppression.

It was the spiritual pressure of the forces of Chaos, literally searing the mind like a lit candle in the palm of one’s hand.

Agony, tearing, torture, screaming.

It longed for all the good evils of this world with that which creeps in the abyss
“Father!”

Missy exclaimed in disbelief.

The small players around them now almost didn’t need a translator to understand that the dryad vampire in front of them was Salokdar Collinsman Le Sombra, the current Archduke of the Blood Vulture!
It was just that this guy’s current state was obviously not quite normal.

Missy’s alarmed cry seemed to have backfired at this moment, and under her call, the dry corpse vampire suspended in the air slowly opened his eyes.

There was no longer the vampire’s characteristic blood pupil, instead, it was replaced by a black pupil that was strewn with ghostly purple starlight.

He mechanically and stiffly moved his neck, looked around, and finally locked on the pale Missy, his body was like a puppet on strings strangely moving, that dry corpse-like face showed a frightening “kind smile”.

He said in a voice so dry that it sounded like iron rubbing together:

“Ah, Phineas, the midnight chimes have proclaimed that you have come at the invitation of Fate, my dear daughter, the Night Crown of the Astral Plane is being molded, and the time has come to ascend to God! The eternal original sin of our sinful descendants shall be cleansed, and our most ancient longings shall be fulfilled.

Come!

My daughter.

My most wonderful creation!

With pride in your heart and glory in your body, embrace your vocation and fill my lack, become the ‘Midnight Matriarch’ and shelter me and others, merciful incarnation of the night.”

“What the hell? What ‘Mother of Midnight’?”

There was a commotion among the small players.

Lumina grabbed her own musket and glanced at Missy, who was covering her heart and trembling all over, as she exclaimed:
“What is this old pervert going to do to his own daughter?”

“‘Night Crown of the Astral Realm’ refers to the constellation of the Night King in the River of Stars, which is rumored to be the Star of Calamity that represents the vampires! ‘Midnight Matron’ is the priesthood he chose for Femis, and according to the myths of the various races I know, it seems that the existing gods were all born out of the first ray of projection in subspace.

Therefore, Salokdar opened this subspace rift as a ‘step to godhood’ for Phimis!”

Mrs. Tris, who had been following the frontline through the little player’s arithmetic pearl, explained to the players in a rather awkward Mandarin in an “off-picture” manner:
“The answer to all the mysteries has finally been revealed, Salokdar is going to make a ‘god’ with his own hands! A god of midnight that belongs to all vampires! He’s going to make the ‘Mother of Night’ we’ve all been told about a reality.
My plans back then were indeed tampered with!

He stretched it to a higher and grander level, what a magnificent idea, but unfortunately it was exploited.

What a pity.

Onward! Warriors!

Slaughter this ambitious man in the name of the grand plan!
Well, your language is pretty hard to learn, but I’m obviously a little smarter than little Murphy thought.”

(End of chapter)