Chapter 113 112 The good news is that there’s a newbie brush area, the bad news

Chapter 113 112.The good news is that the newbie monster brushing area is available, the bad news is. [5260]

“Crap! What the hell is this! Has the nightmare reappeared?”

Brother Woo Meow, who had managed to climb out of the Blood Wyvern Cloister that had collapsed most of the way, had the unlucky look of a gray head about to hang up at this moment.

His four great heroes and his old cousin Little Hands had all died in the battle just now, to put it shamefully, four of these five people were killed by Brother Woo Meow himself after the SC Great Failure entered out of control, but this would climb to the ground before he could breathe a sigh of relief, and tilted his head back to look at it and stayed frozen on the spot, and then let out a rather gamer style exclamation of surprise.

However, there was no one else around him to echo his gasp.

Because he was the only one left out of the 60 small players who had stepped into the cloister copy together, and this could no longer be described as miserable!
“Holy shit! The sky is leaking again?”

The same style of exclamation rang out from behind Brother Whoop Meow making him turn around violently, and he saw that the mud monkey-like Precipice Bull was carrying the dislocated and nearly unconscious invincible Tyrannosaurus Rex Che Che on his back as he climbed out of the collapsing spiral staircase.

Right.

The good news is that there are 3 left after a copy raid.

The bad news is that it doesn’t change their rather sad reality.

This was basically the most miserable of all the battles and tests the player had experienced since joining Real Otherworld, but the most, most important good news was that they had won!

The unstoppable Salokdar deadballed!

The Blood Wyvern Cloister was cleared!
However, before celebrating their victory, the three lucky Chosen Ones had to realize what was happening in front of them, as the night sky and stars above the deserted inner city of Cadman City had been “torn apart” once again.

As before, the city of Cadman was torn apart by the astral world of the great spell caused by the invasion of spiritual energy.

The torn night sky was like cracks on glass, and a narrow “Star Realm Creation” was spread between the stars and rivers, and there were still flickering purple stars in the dark background.

“We banished such a huge amount of subspace psychic energy to the star world, it will definitely have a non-negligible impact on the mapping between the star world and the material world. That’s right, the just-healed rift in the Astral Realm was reopened.

And this time, I reckon it’s not that easy to heal again.”

Speaking in an awkwardly pitched common tongue, the pale but otherwise unharmed Lady Tris stepped out of the hard-to-open psychic teleportation behind her, leaning on a staff.

She explained to the three young players the reason for what was happening in front of them, while behind her, Miriam and Major Fraser, who had had a brush with real death complete with such an exciting development, were so weak in the knees that they could only help each other to get back onto solid ground.

It was no longer time to talk about the identity of the enemy, they just wanted to be quiet now!
And don’t ask who Quiet is!
“Will this have any effect on Cadman City?”

Brother Woo Meow asked as he caught his breath and moved over to Mrs. Tris:

“We’ve only just regained the territory, is it really possible that we’ll have to abandon this place?”

“Slow down, you say, warrior! Take care of my pathetic thoughts, after all I’ve only just learned your overly complex language”

Mrs. Trixie chortled disgruntledly.

But then she sighed and pointed to the familiar stream of black smoke that was escaping from the “Starworld Wound” above her head, and said to Meow Meow and Cow Cow and Chestnut, who was gasping for air and slapping herself to try to clear her head:
“There won’t be any more repercussions, because this isn’t a tear triggered from within the Astral Realm, making its presentation and destructive power in the material world far less horrific than it was before, and its area of influence will only be confined to the inner city portion of the city.

But the bad news is that it will be littered with Star Realm shadows just like the outer city area before, as well as some Star Realm beasts and strange things that came across the border.

As for the healing time .
If I had to give a specific time, I’d guess that this thing formed by subspace influence will remain in this form for at least ten years, before it may slowly heal, and that’s if it’s not subject to outside stimuli.”

“Hmm?”

Brother Woo Meow and Bull exchanged a glance, and the Tyrannosaurus Rex Chek Chek, who was placed on the ground by Bull, gasped for air while exclaiming in shock:

“Doesn’t that mean that the brushing area given to us before will appear again, and this time it’s a bigger area and for a longer period of time? Blanch! The doggone development team really has some devilish ideas, using this method to add an upgrade wilderness area for the novice village.”

“What are you talking about?”

Mrs. Trixie looked back at Che Che in surprise and asked in confusion:

“Development team? A newbie village? A wilderness area? What do these mean?”

“It doesn’t mean much, just otherworldly colloquialisms.”

Without waiting for the three little players to answer, Murphy’s voice with its tiredness rang out from the night behind him.

Lady Tris turned around in surprise, and saw her heir gather his huge blood wings and slowly fall down, the Elder armor on his body was already tattered and torn, and at his waist there was an additional magical sword that looked familiar to him in any way.

But other than that, Murphy didn’t seem to have any more injuries.

Tris stepped forward and nervously reached out and stroked Murphy’s body, wanting to see if he had retained any dark wounds.

There was no one who understood the dangers of Salokdar and the subspace evil more than Tris, and she was afraid that Murphy would be left with life-altering troubles as a result.

Murphy looked down at the nervous Tris, and an uncontrollable emotion erupted from his heart, causing him to open his hands and finally take Tris into his arms for the first time.

Not with any other emotions, just the pure desire to hug.

Tris was taken aback.

But she didn’t struggle too fiercely, and similarly reached out her hand to hold Murphy’s waist, and as she had done in the past when she was drunk, she pressed her head against Murphy’s broad chest, listening to the heart that wasn’t beating soothingly at that moment in her chest.

“Swish.”

The Blood Eating Spirit Vulture in its virtual body silently spread its wings and crossed the night sky, landing precisely on a weathered stone pillar nearby.

This ferocious bird of prey holding a fat rat-rat in its mouth was tilting its head to survey Murphy and Tris who were embracing together, a touch of beastly innocence surfaced in its red onyx-like eyes, and then, not knowing what it had remembered, it flapped its wings and dropped the fat rat-rat in its beak, letting out a sound as gagging as a crow’s.

The sound startled Tris, causing her to look back at the odd bird.

“What’s this?”

Tris asked in surprise as she pushed Murphy away:

“Why can I feel a soul-level connection between it and you? It’s like an extension of your consciousness? Where did you learn this strange technique?”

“The process is complicated, it can’t be explained in a sentence or two, I’ll slowly tell you when I have some free time.”

Murphy didn’t want to talk about it at this time.

He turned back to look behind him.

Lord Paranor was carrying the unconscious Natalie out of the collapsed spiral staircase, and behind him were Maxim and Lady Adele, as well as Missy, who was already weak and unconscious on her back.

In addition to that there were also three witch hunters from Natalie’s hunting squad, these three lucky ones miraculously didn’t suffer too many injuries as if they were truly blessed by Avalon, which would either carry or carry their companions out of the collapsed underground corridor as well.

The three Blood League Scout Knights under Lord Paranor’s command also walked back to the surface carrying two wounded people each.

Farther away, the Cadmanian Self-Rescue Army warriors who had evacuated the corridor earlier let out a burst of cheers when they saw their commander Maxim return alive, and Maxim shrugged his broken arm and extended his hand towards his soldiers in response.

That was all that was left alive.

Apart from the small players who had died in battle to the extent that only 3 were left, only 14 of the 30 elite witch hunters commanded by the old Finok ended up surviving, and a gold-ranked White Knight who was most likely the last White Knight on the continent to drink the water of the Holy Grail was left forever in the ruins at their feet.

This loss couldn’t be described as not serious, but the victory they got back was all the more radiant because of it. The Palanorian Knight had already fumbled for his own notebook with its pretentious aroma, intending to write a poem about this night’s thrilling tale to take back and share with the nearly one hundred goddesses of his heart.

This song of courage and triumph was sure to win the appreciation of the beautiful ladies.

Murphy, on the other hand, took the great oak sacred blade in his hand and, as the other witch hunters watched in silence, placed it with its sheath beside the unconscious Natalie.

He said solemnly to Ambo and Norman who were shielding Natalie:
“This is the gift and legacy that Lord Fennock left to his own daughter! And I am the one he entrusted to pass it on.”

Norman, the veteran, heard the implication of Murphy’s words.

He nodded vigorously, making a dry sound with his wounded vocal cords, and said:

“We’ll give everything to make sure Captain Natalie inherits it.”

“Good, that’s a relief.”

Murphy’s fingers left the Nabiki scabbard.

But the information tag belonging to the Great Oak Sacred Blade still remained in front of his eyes, the power of this thing could be much more powerful than the Weakness Purifying Weakness Magic Sword Necessary Evil in Murphy’s hand:

Name: Great Oak Sacred Blade [Watcher] – Classical Elven Ceremonial Sword

Quality: Miraculous Creation – Natural Spiritual Energy
Traits: Extraordinary Critical Strike – Extraordinary Protection – Extraordinary Equalization – Superior Psychic Affinity – Superior Spellcasting Blade – Weapon of Faith

Special Effects:

I. Oak Sacred Blades – Way of Equilibrium:

The three Great Oak Sacred Blades are holy relics that Avalon has gifted to its own human followers through the hands of the elves, and they represent each of the three human quests in the realm of nature.

The Watcher is owned by the White Knight and symbolizes guardianship and balanced spiritual energy.

The Punisher is owned by the Red Knight and symbolizes conquest and destruction.

The Arbiter is owned by the Grey Knight, symbolizing judgment and natural neutrality.

Different blades must follow different natural paths to be most effective, and these three blades are not just weapons but also mediums for spellcasters, symbolizing the leadership of nature’s righteousness in the power system of the Church of Avalon.

Unfortunately, all three blades were lost in the turmoil that led to the rebellion that turned the Church of Avalon into the Old Religion.

It took six years and the near loss of his soul and faith for Finok Lawson, Lord of the White Oak, to recover them, but it became a source of guilt that he buried deep in history.

II. Woodland Guard:

The Watcher’s Sacred Blade can perform a wide range of White Knight Divine Arts in naturally preferred environments and amplify the power to the limit of what the wielder can handle.

Activating this power requires establishing psychic resonance with the holy blade!

The exact power of the Holy Blade is viewable only by [Avalonist].

Maker: Nature’s Avalon – Astral Casting

Item Description:

The Three Holy Blades are interpreted very differently in human and elven cultures, with foolish humans favoring them as the greatness of the gods, but for elves, the Three Holy Blades represent something more akin to the different faces of Nature’s Avalon.

The Watcher represents the authority of the all-encompassing Mother of the Forest, Avalon, while the other two blades represent the majestic Storm Queen, Avalon, and the pure Moon Maiden, Avalon.

That’s right, in the perception of the elves, their god was a severe schizophrenic with three personalities!
If you count Avalon, the Spider Lady worshipped by the Shadow Elves, who have been expelled from the Elves, you’re looking at a giant spirit of the Astral Plane with four distinct personalities. Well, the outrageousness of the New World is really eye-opening, isn’t it?
Of course, this brings up another point!
That is, when you’re ready to make friends with an elf, don’t dwell on where they’re from, just ask them which Avalon they believe in and be done with it].

“.”

The words of information on the Great Oak Sacred Blade in front of him made Murphy feel that simply his own knowledge of the Otherworld was still too little, but he really had no intention of keeping the Sacred Blade private.

Not just because old Finok’s final sacrifice had preserved Murphy’s territory, but because it was something he couldn’t use if he took it, unless he was willing to pick one of the four Avalons that went along with it and offer his faith.

But then again, he’s a vampire of eternal sin, a shitbag in the eyes of the gods, so no one would want him even if he wanted to hug them! Who wants to be associated with poop?
Oh, well.

Murphy let out a long sigh.

He was planning to discuss what to do next with Tris, but when he just got up, his eyes blinked and a new prompt popped up in the achievement system:

[The Blood Vulture Cloister has been destroyed and the achievement list is closed! You have obtained all the achievements in the area, and the hidden achievement [Blood Vulture Slam] is lit!
Achievement rewards are issued!

Tester Exclusive-Sleep Connection function enabled!

Tip!

This feature needs to be enabled manually by the test administrator.

Advanced Functions-Title System is turned on!

“?!”

Murphy immediately rounded his eyes.

He had thought that after the novice guide task was done, there would be no more process of completing tasks to obtain rewards to unlock new features, but he didn’t realize that every step of the design of this test administrator system was beyond his expectations.

So you don’t have to do tasks to unlock new features, but you have to brush achievements instead?
You just say you want to tire me out, right?

How dare you force me to be a full achievement collection party in the new world?
Murphy rolled his eyes and clicked on the explanation of the Sleep Connection function, he had thought that this thing was supposed to allow small players to dream and play the game even after they fell asleep.

But in the next instant, Murphy clenched his fists.

Because this thing wasn’t as simple as he thought at all:
[Sleep Connection Function Explained:
When this function is turned on, it allows the tester to continue to maintain the activity of the mental link and psychic energy projection after entering the sleep state, and the maximum time for each sleep link is 8 hours!

Tip!

The game time gained when the Sleep Link feature is enabled does not count towards the tester’s available daily game time! However, it is necessary to go offline for 30 minutes at the end of each sleep connection to recalibrate the tester’s mind and ensure that the tester has a solid perception of the real world in which he or she is located.

Tip!

This feature is a bonus feature that effectively treats insomnia, hypersomnia and mental weakness, and also comes with an emergency wake-up function to avoid danger during sleep.

Share this good news with your cute and awesome little players].

“???? Eight hours of sleep doesn’t count as game time? Such an outrageous reward! Good! Very good! Very good! Reward me hard for my cute and capable little players! That’s the way to reward them for their warrior’s journey!”

An uncontainable joy welled up in Murphy’s heart, and he immediately calculated with elementary school math:

“So that means my little players can now achieve a super long standby time of 8+6=14? Well, my dear Salokdar Patriarch, you have a good journey, and I will remember and thank you for your dedication.

If I had known that taking you out would activate such an awesome feature, where would I have waited until now?”

(End of chapter)