Chapter 112 111 I crawled out of filth, and no one has the right to judge me!

Chapter 112 111.I crawl out of my filth, and no one has the right to judge me! 5160]

“Countdown 10 seconds!”

In the self-destructing chamber, Miriam had been completely overwhelmed by the emotions in her mind.

She cried out the final countdown, and then, unable to resist the despair pouring in any longer, she turned around and hugged Major Fraser beside her tightly as if she was seeking refuge.

This action made the Major’s body stiffen in place.

Shame to say, although born from a big noble family and already 30 years old, but the major in the emotional aspect is still blank, the most direct contact with women in the past is only a very gentlemanly invitation to the other side to dance a song at the ball.

But he knew that at this moment, Miriam’s actions did not represent anything.

She was simply afraid.

This was the instinctive reaction of a fragile human being in the face of death, and represented no cowardice and even less ugliness.

He could completely understand Miriam’s fear, as he was suffering from the same emotional shock at the moment.

However, as a gentleman, the Major had the duty of a man in this moment of despair.

He opened his arms and took the trembling Miriam in his arms, his height of 193 allowed him to protect the red-haired girl almost completely, even though death was imminent, he himself had to cast the last “wall of sighs” for this fearful lady.

This is his as a man in the last moment can show the most silent contempt for death.

“Bang!”

The psychic core in front of Tris’s eyes pulsed with a strange flash of light that signaled the arrival of a response, causing the Scarlet Witch’s heart to stop beating at that moment.

She pressed the psychic energy core down with almost all the strength in her body, and the self-destruct core immediately activated, forcing the psychic energy nodes throughout the various parts of the Blood Wyvern Cloister to be destroyed almost in the blink of an eye.

The precise system shaped by the Holy Blood Pool as the center of the circle collapsed within three seconds, triggering a raging energy turbulence to collapse all the way along the explosion path calculated by the thirty Spiritual Energy Treasure Pearls, and pressing the out-of-control Holy Blood Pool to only inject the internal agitated filthy Spiritual Energy into a specific orientation.

In the next instant, the out-of-control and scorching scarlet light pierced through the subspace rift above with the precision of a discharged cannonball.

The latter’s collapse speed accelerated by more than ten times in this instant, and the tripartite mapping of subspace, the astral realm, and the material world was also completely pierced because of this path, causing the frenzied chaotic spiritual energy that should have been tilted in the material world to appear with a rift at the back.

This caused it to immediately begin collapsing in reverse.

“Clang.”

The oncoming chaotic storm sent Murphy flying out viciously, and he landed in a dashing tumble in the air with his blood wings spread out, landing right beside First Lord Paranor and Old Knight Finok.

At this time in the corpse-strewn battlefield only a few people left raised their heads and could see that the sub-space rift that was like the eye of chaos had completely turned into a chaotic storm.

It was like black cracks in the air from broken glass.

Not only was there the recycling and bursting of collapsing energy, but there were also strange noises constantly resounding from it.

A twisted and grotesque limb that seemed to be covered in oil poked out from the irregular black nebula-like cracks, like a spider waving its knobby hairy legs, or like a monster made entirely of arms trying to crawl into the earth.

Those hideous claws clawed at the void with malice, trying to grab hold of a stable contraption that would allow it to actually enter the material world, and the faded stone statue of Salokdar was thrown whole into the open subspace rift as the monstrous thing clawed at it.

Like a stone dropped into a pond, it disappeared without even making a splash.

“The Mother of Darkness is above, what kind of filthy ghost thing is that?”

First Lord Paranor roared.

The old knight Finok had already begun to meditate on the divine name seemingly to unleash a massive divine spell, and as for Murphy, he threw a Detect spell towards the thing in front of him with a quick eye.

Snowflake-like patterns that seemed to interfere appeared on the character card.

The information tag of the thing across the street that was strangely trying to crawl out of the subspace rift that was closing was surfacing bit by bit with great difficulty:

Name: [Midnight Hostess] Subspace Shadow
Occupation: ????
Rank: ????
Evaluation: Just Like a God – Core Missing

Bio Description: [Unanswered fallen promises always turn into hideous things to infest reality, He can no longer be what He was designed to be, or even have the core of a subject that responds to the call, and thus can only degenerate into a twisted god-sin in the infinite malice of chaos.

He is the Midnight Hostess!

And the decapitated future of Phimis Cecilia Le Sombra].

“She’s crying.”

Missy, held in Lord Paranor’s arms, blanched and murmured:

“She’s calling out to me, she’s begging me to be one with her, she’s begging me to save her.”

“Don’t be silly! She only wants to swallow you to make herself whole, regardless of what He wants to do when He’s whole, believe me! That would never be good for any of us vampires.”

Murphy released the buzzing Necessary Evil from his hand, letting the demonic blade of desire hover in his hand, and waved his fingers again for Maxim and Lady Adele, who were badly injured behind him, to carry Missy and leave the area.

Regardless of what would happen next, it was important to keep Phimis as far away from this subspace shadow that had been created by Salokdar’s evil magic as possible.

“You guys go too!”

The old knight Finok stood like a giant tree rooted in the ground, surrounded by emerald green psychic energy he said without looking back:
“The filth of subspace will remain poisonous here if left unchecked, and even though most of the energy has been banished to the Astral Realm by Lady Tris, even the little that remains is enough to cause irreparable damage. My god has sent an oracle, and this is the moment for the Saints to die.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

The First Lord Paranor, who had been fighting alongside Old Finoc just a moment ago, leaned his shattered and scarred riding lance on the ground with a thud, as he stared at Old Finoc with a deadly glare and said sternly:

“You are not going anywhere! Following me back to the Knights’ quarters to be questioned by His Holiness Pa Ying is your only mission next! You can’t escape from this offense.”

“Yes, I admit that I am guilty, and that is a terrible sin, enough to scare countless naughty little boys into crying at night.”

The old knight grinned.

The strange sacred white oak battle armor on his body began to revert to its natural wood at this moment like an old tree springing back to life, sending vines and branches ever extending from the armor to take root again in place.

In just a few seconds, the old Finocchi looked like he had transformed into a growing oak tree, and having made his decision and determination, he no longer avoided the secrets that he had been hiding.

With the barrel helmet also spreading out in the extension of the branches, the old knight’s bloodstained human face that was transforming into wood looked towards the serious-faced Paranor.

He whispered:

“The dog’s noses of you arrogant descendants are really good, as I saw when I fought alongside you in the Fourth Black Plague, and in seeing you appear here and now, I knew it was time for my bitter journey to come to an end.

But Paranor!

My sins were not something I actively sought out, they were just a smattering of residue from delving deeper into history in search of the truth, and how can you possibly keep your hands clean any longer when you’ve dug them deeper into the muck to try and unearth the truth that lies beneath the filth?”

“What have you found?”

The First Lord questioned:
“And what have you gained by soiling your hands?”

“Nothing but remorse! They extended an invitation to me, and I paid the price for it, and the moment I could finally join them, the will of my God brought me to repentance.

The so-called truth-seeking was nothing more than a trick they used to tempt the righteous to fall into evil.

I should never have been curious about them from the very beginning!”

The voice of the White Knight Old Finok, who was truly transforming into a rooted giant tree under the effect of divine magic, turned dry, like the friction between vines.

He looked at Paranor and Murphy and warned very cautiously and seriously:

“Stay away from them!

Don’t make the same mistake I once did, there is no need to try and get the answers you are chasing by touching them, every single one of them is an incorrigible source of pollution.

Ancients such as Salokdar are nothing more than pawns to be played by them.

Murphy, you heard Salokdar’s last-minute warning to you.

Stay away from the Twilight.
Be sure to stay away from them, those people have been on the path of Chaos for far too long.”

“Is that an organization? Are they the ones who orchestrated all this?” Murphy asked, narrowing his eyes:

“You knew all this was going to happen in Cadman City from the beginning?”

“No, I didn’t.”

The old knight’s voice grew lower and slower, like the low and ancient that accompanied the opening of a giant tree.

He said:

“But the world has been behind all the subspace related disasters in recent centuries, and they are behind them Your Venerable Lord Paying knows more, so perhaps you should not ask, and don’t become curious about them
I have indeed sinned!
My God, I have committed unforgivable sins in the name of seeking the truth, and in that distant new land is strewn with disasters created through my hands, and here I shall give my life.

Death is the only atonement. May you see this.

None shall judge me!
Except Your majesty.”

“Click, click, click.”

A low cracking sound emanated from Murphy’s feet, signaling that the old Finocchi’s divine spell had advanced to its conclusion.

He transformed himself into a white oak with natural purifying divinity, wrapping the entire dilapidated hall of holy blood with the shadows trying to crawl out of the subspace rift in front of him with its tough roots, forming an airtight space of divine magic.

“Go on, leave! Tell them that old Finok is dead! He died like a hero fighting Salokdar and the subspace evil.”

The Lord of White Oak’s urging made Murphy and Paranor leave at this point even though their hearts were filled with doubts.

The divine thorns in front of them made way for them, and as Murphy took his first step, a bright green branch curled around the Great Oak Blade “Watcher” and draped around him, and in the midst of the vine’s twists and turns, a forest sheath was shaped and wrapped around the blade to prevent Murphy from being burned by the divine power of Avalon.

The moment the vampire reached the blade, he heard old Finok whisper in his mind:

“Regarding your offer, I have thought it over, you once said that all the homeless who have given their lives for Transylvania could become masters of this land .
I have given everything to this land, and I have bought them admission tickets.

Murph, please accept my heirs.

There are Twilight Shadows in the Kingdom of Goldfinch too, don’t let them go back!”

“Yes, I promise, as long as they are willing to stay.”

Murphy cradled the Great Oak Blade in his arms, and the moment he was gone, he heard Old Finok’s muffled thanks:
“Then I shall bless you, noble Alpha.”

“???”

Murphy turned back as if struck by lightning, he didn’t know where Old Fennok knew this code name from.

But as if sensing his confusion, in the emerald green light that finally shattered inward bound wrapping the subspace shadow and disappeared into the crumbling chasm, came the final voice of the Lord of White Oak.

“My God has mercifully informed me in these final moments of all that is to come for my wretched lost one . My God watches over you, and my God blesses you.

My God will walk with you, and the spirits will follow you as you stroll across the sea of stars, Alpha, move on.”

“Bang.”

The entire Holy Blood Hall completely collapsed at this moment.

The ruins that had completely collapsed into a solid body could no longer be sought for the slightest trace of existence, and even the building itself seemed to be falling into the endless void.

This collapse soon triggered a chain reaction, causing the buildings surrounding the Holy Blood Hall to begin collapsing.

But this was, after all, the main camp that the Blood Vulture Clan had spent 400 years building up, it shouldn’t collapse to the point where it could no longer be accessed, but the cleanup of the place was bound to be a time-consuming and long-lasting process.

“Go!”

The First Lord pulled Murphy, who was still looking back at the rickety corridor.

The two ran forward and backward toward safety, and just as they turned the corner, Murphy collided head-on with a stumbling Natalie Finocchia Lawson.

The gray-haired demon hunter girl was covered in blood and had only just awakened from her combat stupor.

But she covered her heart and blushed in pain until she couldn’t breathe.

She looked straight ahead as if she knew what was happening there, and howled despite Murphy’s obstruction as she tried to break free and pounce again on the hall of holy blood that had collapsed to nothing under the wrapping of tree roots.

“Get off me! Vampire! Fucking dogs! Get off me! He’s out front!”

Natalie screamed with no decency whatsoever.

But Murphy just silently dragged her and pulled her backward, and Lord Paranor, who had always been exceptionally gentle with beautiful things, had to use a little trickery at this moment, and as a vision of a black rose echoed and exploded in front of Natalie’s eyes, a wave of double weakness originating from both the body and the spirit came up, making her pass out in Murphy’s arms with a cry of sadness.

“Savoring grief is always an inescapable part of life for the beautiful.”

The First Lord quite gently picked up the unconscious witch hunter and held her in his arms like a princess, revealing an impeccably handsome smile to Murphy.

He asked softly as he drove ahead to shatter the collapsing walls:
“Murphy, beautiful Murphy, you’ve experienced sadness in your party as well, I can smell it.”

“I don’t deny that.”

Holding the Great Oak Sacred Blade and rushing out of the danger zone after the First Lord, Murphy waved his hand to recall the Necessary Evil, making that Desire Magic Sword quietly placed in the scabbard that once belonged to the Desire Ethnicity Blade at his waist.

He said in a mute voice:

“We have all experienced sorrow today, but we must also move on without those sorrows turning into impotent tears…”

“Well said! Worthy of the beautiful thing that is valued by me.”

Lord Palanor nodded very appreciatively.

But after a few seconds, Murphy coughed and said in a serious tone:

“But regarding your previous description of Tris, I have a bit of a different opinion, perhaps it’s a bit childish to say so, but from today onwards, the handsome Lord Palanor! Tris is no longer your goddess.”

“Oh, the oath of sovereignty after a victory, what a classic! One thing of beauty to dominate another?”

Paranor gave a chuckle, then said in a subtle tone:

“But do you really know Mrs. Tris? No, you’ve just had your eyes seduced by beauty, Murphy.

As I was when I was young.

When you truly know the Scarlet Witch, you’ll realize that just a moment ago, you picked yourself the hottest of the spiky red roses in a garden covered with roses.

Trust me.

You’re going to bleed for this.

And I have to remind you, Murph, that the traditional vampire culture has a clear prohibition against the usurpation of heirs and honored elders, not that those old guys don’t understand love.

It’s just that they see through the influence of the bloodline contract that no true love can be born, that it’s nothing more than admiration in chains! Would a slave become friends with a slave owner?

So before you talk about love, break your chains.”

“At my pleasure, what do you care?”

Murphy whispered as he ran through the darkness:
“To try to pluck a delicate rose is imperfect without shedding a little blood, is it not? A tiny bit of pain is nothing more than a witness tax paid to the gods of love.

As for the yoke
The key is not in my hand!”

“Ha, such a beautiful realization!”

Palanor appreciated:

“I’m really appreciating you more and more, beautiful Murphy.”

(End of chapter)