Chapter 213: 212 Fu’s Luck Will Never Be Too Bad Oh allies add more.

Chapter 213 212. rich brother’s luck is always not too bad oh-alliance owner plus more, begging for monthly votes! [1115]

(Raise for brother ‘Sakurababy’ [1/5])
The Plague Ghoul Overlord was a rather superior Underworld creature, in the Sanghai Empire’s Book of the Moon, this thing was ranked in the same bracket as the Ancient Mummy Lords, the Three-Headed Dogs of the Underworld, and the God of the Dead, Anubis, all of these legendary things, and it had already been one of the most dangerous creatures that could be born from the gathering of Death Spirit Energy and Diffusion in the material world.

However, this one in the underground pit has not yet passed the second stage, so it can only be regarded as an unfinished thing and does not have unparalleled legendary resistance and plague that ignores defenses to kill, it is difficult for it to be born out of the true wisdom of death by not being able to draw enough unholy blood, and it is difficult for this monster to achieve the true “thousands of miles of red earth” because of the lack of the poison of the underworld, which is the basis of its life. “The plague of terror.

In the presence of the Spiritual Master, who arrived after Avalon’s purification blasts, it was only a matter of time before such an ugly and twisted creature was disposed of.

Its steel-like skin was no stronger than solid armor against the tearing of Tris’ manipulated psychic cracks, but the Blood Vulture Archduke, who was tyrannizing the Ghoul Overlord, soon felt a pain in his heart.

A weakness descended upon her very suddenly, but it didn’t make Tris feel alarmed.

She had experienced this many times in her past life, it was the feedback of the death link that was brought to an honored elder when a child died.

It gave Tris the creeps.

She subconsciously assumed that something had happened to Murphy, but then she realized that her bloodline contract with Murphy had been severed by the family source blood, but how could any other heir of her own be taken out at this point in time?

And in such close proximity?

Trixie’s mind turned back immediately realizing that there seemed to be something mixed in with tonight’s events that shouldn’t have happened, she glanced down at the ghoul overlord below who was already on the verge of being skinned and disemboweled by herself, shook her head, and said to the trio of helpers around her:
“I’ll leave this place to you guys, I’m going to go elsewhere to see if I can catch the chief evil.”

After saying that, without giving the three of them any time to react, he flapped his dragon wing-like batwings and tore a scarlet chasm in front of him and scurried in.

Such an unreasonable retreat left Maxim, Natalie, and Leonia below all a bit at a loss.

However, the ghoul overlord in front of them had indeed been knocked down to below the “kill line”, and Tris had even thoughtfully helped them to “remove the shell”, so the three of them could take care of the rest of the matter.

On her side, she used the residual markings from the spiritual vibration of her heir’s death to quickly enter the upper cavern.

She saw the corpses strewn about and smelled the heavy convergence of deathly psychic energy ahead of her, as well as the scent of little Murphy fighting, causing her to dart up and over the residual psychic barrier. In the next instant, she saw Murphy, who was fighting the strange underworld spirit creature.

“Scythe-wielding Reaper! How could such a superior Underworld evil creature appear in Transylvania?”

The knowledgeable Tris immediately recognized the identity of the thing in front of her.

In fact, there was no need for her to say it out loud, Murphy’s Scrying Technique had already given him specific enough information about the creature:
Name: [Messenger of the Underworld] Scythe-wielding Reaper

Rank: Level 27 – Silver Body – Rare

Race: Stygian Plane Creature – Spiritual

Condition: Underworld Aura – Psionic Armor – Phase Shift – Life Draw – Sword Resistance

Evaluation: Extremely Dangerous

“Swish.”

Tris’s serenade scepter swung up, and scarlet ghost-like claws of psychic energy binding were immediately applied to the fluttering spirit body of the scythe-wielding death god, not only fixing it in place, but also forcing that half-voided body to take control of the entity in the material world.

Murphy’s hand magic sword sword momentum changed, with his jump in the shadows appeared behind the God of Death with a sickle, a skillful midnight assassination ambush made, the magic blade downward cutting precisely cut the connection of this guy’s white bone.

With the aid of the Psychic Juggernaut, it didn’t take Murphy long to dispose of this tricky contraption next.

As the magic blade pierced through this guy’s spiritual core, a violent [Banshee’s Howl] was inflicted throughout the small space, causing the bruised and battered Star Realm Giant Wolf George Karma to jerk over, and his huge body twitched on the ground for a few moments before it flew into starlight and dissipated in its place.

The unlucky guy was seconded by a vicious AOE on the mind level.

But Murphy was unharmed.

Because the old and wise Tris had long ago applied a mind protection boundary to him in advance, allowing him to take this mental attack hard without any injuries.

“Bang.”

The cold and oozing skeleton scythe smashed on the ground, the only memento of existence left behind by the scythe-wielding God of Death.

Murphy sheathed his sword, glanced at the sword arts he had each gained proficiency in, and used his Death Grip to incorporate the white bone scythe into his hand again.

Into the hand to see this thing is actually still a serious piece of equipment:

Name: Soul Snatching Scythe – Underworld Ritual War Scythe

Quality: Seiko – [Formless] Veteran
Traits: Extremely Effective Spiritual Energy Increase – Spiritual Energy Cutting – Life Sucking – Fragile Bone Weapons – Fae Weapons

Special Effect: This weapon is an evil weapon crafted from the spinal bones of sacrifices extracted by the scythe-wielding god of death when he appeared in the material world, and because it is impregnated with death psionic energy, it can be used as an excellent psionic spell-casting medium and effectively enhances the damage of death/darkness-based psionic energy spells.

When using it in physical combat, each successful cut or slash will draw enemy life to use to fill itself.

Tip!

This weapon has the special word [Invisible], the body of the weapon will continue to become brittle over time and eventually dissipate into rotten bones, and daily infusion of psychic energy into it will maintain its solid state.

Tip!

This weapon is a special weapon, once damaged it cannot be repaired.

Equipment Requirement: the item is built for special psychic spells, using the weapon rashly may have your mind eroded by the death psychic energy, so the use requirement is Civic ≥ 8.

Maker: [Plague Rat King] Vladimir Zweig

Item Description:

[You know, they love these weird and flashy things]

“Hmm, this item might work as a hidden drop for this copy?”

Murphy said as he played with the cold and oozing Soul Snatcher in his hand, and looked up at Tris again:

“You seem to be very good at death-based psychic energy, do you have a crafting diagram for this thing?”

“There is.”

Tris replied rather irritably:

“The crafting of this scythe isn’t that difficult, it’s just a small component of the ‘Underworld Deed Spell’ technique, and it’s not much of a problem to make it standalone. But are you sure you want your little players to learn the crafting of this evil weapon?

They’ll be scorned as cultists if others see them! After all, who in their right mind takes this stuff?”

“Evil? No, not evil.”

Murphy said as he dropped the Soul Snatcher into his bag, intending to give it to Maxim as a reward for next week’s Fight Club Champion’s Treasure Chest, waving his hand and changing the subject:
“My warriors wouldn’t call it evil, they’d just say, wow, that’s cool and wanted and all that weird stuff. Believe me, just adding a special drop drawing is enough for them to spend some time every day ‘touching the prize’.

The difficulty of this copy is on the high side, so maybe we should set a special token and a special reward for it.

Hmm, there seems to be less jewelry and rings in the previous redemption equipment.”

“I can use the claws of an elite ghoul to make psychic jewelry, and as for rings, ghoul teeth are great ingredients.”

Tris said casually as she observed the surroundings:
“I just saw you practicing ‘Spiritual Energy Bouncing Back’ with this, that should be the basic move of the Secret Blood Clan’s Spiritual Energy Secret Sword Art, where did you learn it?”

“Necessary Evil taught me.”

Murphy didn’t want Tris to know everything that happened here.

He took Tris’ wrist and was about to leave, but Tris backhanded him.

The Blood Vulture Archduke observed the area in front of her, which had been destroyed in the battle, and she said suspiciously:

“Did you just encounter something strange here?”

“No, everything is normal.”

Murphy said in a casual tone:

“I chased that Calamity Rat King here, he tried to resist and then was killed by me with a sword, as a result, the power behind him activated the deed spell and summoned such a thing intending to kill and exterminate him, that’s the whole story.” “Murph!”

Tris’s expression turned dissatisfied as she said:

“You know why I’m here! I sensed it, you just got one of my heirs killed, and I need to know exactly what was talked about between you two? As well as why my heir was involved in this, and how did he escape Salokdar?
They deserve no chance of surviving.”

“I think it’s better that you don’t know.”

Murphy sighed as he looked at Tris and whispered with a hint of persuasion:
“Just leave these matters to me, you continue to be your Blood Vulture Archduke, continue to touch the fish and drink every day without having to care about anything, and you don’t have to carry the extra burden of your mind.”

“Something happened, didn’t it? Something about me.”

Tris’ fingers in Murphy’s hand turned hard as she asked in a low voice:
“You don’t want me involved because something’s wrong? Maybe it’s that ‘Twilight’ we discussed earlier? They’re using my heir. Maybe even see me as one of their targets?”

The atmosphere in the wretched room turned silent.

Murphy helplessly stepped forward and reached out to place his hand on Tris’s head, which was half a head lower than his, and rather feebly rubbed her long, smooth hair vigorously, sputtering:

“Why are you always so smart at these times when you shouldn’t be! Didn’t I tell you not to guess?”

“So I guessed right?”

Tris’s body shook as she said:
“So I’m caught up in something weird again? What the hell is going on with this heir? Don’t keep this from me, Murphy, I have a right to know this.”

“How could I hide it from you when you’ve guessed it.”

Murphy took Tris’s hand and pulled her out of the cavern, which was no longer much to look at, and on the way out he told Tris all about the conversation between him and Zweig.

The more the Blood Vulture Archduke listened, the more silent he became.

Especially after knowing that Zweig wasn’t the only one who survived Salokdar’s pursuit of his heir, and that they even made a stronghold in Chardonnay Harbor, even though the Blood Vulture Archduke was well-informed, he was still made numb.

“You have to tell me, in the time you were victimized by Salokdar and fell down to live as a drunkard until you picked me up, just how many people did you first embrace?”

Murphy asked gravely:

“It is now certain that the ‘Dusk’ is behind everything that has happened to the Blood Wyvern Clan and even the involvement of the Tower of the Ring; the power of this force is really a bit exaggerated, and it is obvious that those of your heirs who survived are involved in it.

You need to tell me, Tris.”

“I I don’t know how.”

The Blood Vulture Archduke rubbed his brow.

She said in a mournful tone that bordered on despair:

“For a period of time, I had been initially embracing those who yearned for immortality, not only to feed myself to amass property, but also as a deterrent to Salokdar. I was using it as a way to tell him that once I died, then the things he had done would reach the ears of the Blood Knights and the Venerable Lord Paying through my heirs.

It was a strategy used for gaming.

But Salokdar quickly responded with a brutal killing.

No matter who I first embraced, he or she could not have survived more than a week.

The backlash of consecutive dead heirs made me weaker and weaker, but fortunately I was out of blood essence, and with the intense pain I suffered every day, it didn’t matter if it was so gross.

In order to better first embrace others without having to be implicated, I even improved the process and ritual of first embrace, allowing me to develop the most number of heirs with the least amount of power, and their deaths would then not cause me any deeper pain or weakness.

At that time I was drunk all day long, living one day at a time, who was in the mood to memorize the names of those fools who blindly chased after immortality?

Anyway, if there weren’t a hundred of them, there were fifty, right?
But I’m certain that the vast majority of them were killed off by Salokdar! That much is certain, and what happened to Zweig proves it.

Even if Dusk did save them, he wouldn’t have saved too many.

At the time, Transylvania was still Salokdar’s territory, especially before the outbreak of the Ten Years’ War, and although the Bloodwing Clan had been on a downward spiral for over a hundred years, his grip on the place was still as tight as it had ever been.”

“I knew it.”

Murphy reached out and took Tris’s slender waist as he said with a slight headache:

“There’s no way to trace the source now, and with this military chaos and the Black Plague coming, there’s no way for us to go to Chardonnay Harbor to find out what’s going on. But that ‘source’ is a breakthrough point.”

He took out the pearl bracelet wrapped in three layers of handkerchiefs from his psionic bag, handed it to Tris, and said:
“Perhaps we can reverse scout and determine Zweig’s superiors through the investigation of psychic spells, have you seen this bracelet?”

“No.”

Tris glanced at it and immediately denied it:
“It’s not a vampire style thing at all, it looks like jewelry from the Antani region, you can see that it has both elven and human art styles in its shape, which is a unique characteristic of babies from the Antani region.

Give it to me, I’ll test the residue of spells on it.”

“Well, you take it back.”

Murphy seemed unconcerned as he waved his hand and said:
“I still have to meet the survivors and ask for more.”

“Swish.”

The scarlet rift opened behind Murphy, and Tris took the initiative to stand on her tiptoes and touch Murphy on the cheek before turning to leave, and it was only when she crossed the scarlet rift to return to her own office that Tris exhaled the breath she was holding in her lungs.

She looked at the pearl bracelet in her hand with a shocked face and complicated eyes.

“Christine my first heir, you’re obviously long dead, you died at the hands of Salokdar to protect me, that’s what I saw with my own eyes! My God, Mother Midnight is above.”

Meanwhile, in the underground lair, Murphy gently wiped the hickey left by Tris on his cheek as he sat down on one of the rocks and lifted his left hand to catch Revernor, who had landed and stood on his arm and was staring at him with a crooked head.

After a few seconds, he whined to his reaver:

“Everyone has secrets, right?
She clearly recognized the bracelet and had to say she didn’t, she thought she could hide the momentary shock in her heart from me, and even planned to seduce me with her beauty, so it seems there’s still a lot of digging to be done behind the scenes on this one.

The only consolation was that it was a lady’s bracelet.

Keeps me from worrying that I’ll suddenly kill a damn childhood friend.”
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“Stinkers back off, gee whiz, this has been an exciting night.”

The living whole quite well who was hiding at the edge of a passage above the rock wall shouted out, he rubbed his sore wrist and put down the hunting crossbow in his hand, and then turned back to say to touch you poor behind him who was helping the scorpion lion stinky treasure to smooth out its fur and treat its wounds:
“This game’s group battle . Hey, I’ll tell you, it’s absolutely amazing!”

“Cowards who only dare to hide from the side and shoot arrows don’t have the face to say that!”

Touch Your Poor grunted, sneering unmercifully:

“You almost peed in fear when you saw the spirit pouncing over just now, what’s the matter? Your childhood fear of ghosts hasn’t changed?”

“Ch, that’s just the first time to see a little scared panic, who first saw a dozen ghosts pounced over not panic ah?”

The face of the living whole is quite good is a little embarrassed.

Speaking really not too good, but he will be this lower abdomen hidden pressure forced him to immediately change the topic, this ghost game, why must be in these unnecessary details to do so real ah!

“Alright, don’t be afraid, I’ll take you back here.”

Touch you poor patted his beloved scorpion lion’s neck, let it climb up and prepare to fly away from here with his two, the ghoul plague in front of him has been gradually calmed down because the ghoul overlord was hacked to death, however, the follow-up treatment of so many ghouls must be a big trouble.

Live whole quite well also breathed a sigh of relief, was about to mount a disgusted face of the scorpion lion, but coldly saw something to make him creeped out.

Immediately pulled touch you poor, pointing not far away that beehive-shaped rock wall of a certain small cave.

He said:

“There’s someone over there! I saw it! There’s a sneaky ghoul running out with a big bag on his back! Go after him!”

(End of chapter)