274.Chapter 272 271 Detecting the Youth Mini Light Luxury Edition in Transit

Chapter 272 271.Detection of a Youth in Transit Mini Light Luxury Edition Star Realm Tear!
Three days passed by in a flash, and by the time the mini-players came back online in Transylvania, the city had already been besieged by the Jackal Vanguard for a whole day and night.

The good news is that the jackals don’t have siege weapons and the Scarlet Fortress has the Serenade Boundary that Murphy hid before, which makes the ferocious jackals completely unable to enter the urban area to cause trouble.

The bad news was that Murphy only had three Serenade Boundary’s Spiritual Energy Conversion Cores in his hand, and soon, this thing was going to be actively overloaded by Tris to trigger the Spiritual Energy Storm that broke through the Star Realm.

The situation was about to enter its most dangerous moment, both for the Scarlet Fortress and the Jackals.

“Ding!”

The moment the invincible Tyrannosaurus Rex Che Che opened his eyes in the light and returned to his beloved Transylvanian land, a beep of the arithmetic pearl made him lower his head violently.

[Psychic Master Summoning Signal! All psychic masters who have received this order are requested to immediately report to Lady Tris at the Psychic Core below the Scarlet Cloister!

The Scarlet Fortress is in crisis, and the Blood Vulture Clan and all of Transylvania need your assistance!

“Huh? What’s the point of summoning psychics?”

Che Che said with round eyes:
“Why do I get the feeling this is going to be a big wave?”

“Why do you ask, won’t you know when you go?”

The lead Dove, who was also a Psychic Master, ran to the “locker” to get his own equipment to change into, and put his own “drop” stored here into his pocket, and then followed Che Che and ran to report to Mrs. Tris.

It wasn’t just the two of them.

All the psychics among the players, no matter if they were vampires or followers of the old religion, as long as they had something to do with psychic power users, they were all summoned here.

Even Touch You Poor, the Summoner, and Live Whole Quite Well, the Trickster Apprentice, were pulled over by the quest.

Only after they arrived did they realize that Lady Tris had summoned almost all of the spirit energy users in Scarlet Fortress here, the Thorn Clan’s Frost Walkers, the Blood League Knights’ Scout Knights, the Church of Avalon’s Oak Sages, and even His Excellency Hyru and his unreliable apprentice Smoke Sang were all among them.

This underground psionic core they were in was one of the original psionic filtration pools in the Blood Wyvern’s Cloisters, and to put it shamefully, the damn place had only been dug out of the collapsed area a week ago.

It would not have gotten a good cleaning yet, and there was even some construction debris piled up in the corner of the room that hadn’t been transported away.

But none of that mattered much!
It didn’t matter if there were clods of dirt on the ritual items when the Spiritual Mysteries could actually be cast, Tris and Miss Phemis had repaired the Spiritual Arts in the two days they’d been waiting for the players to come online to make it function as a “comprehensive spellcasting platform” again.

At the moment, Mrs. Tris was standing in the center of the psychic energy core, where the energy of the psychic spells inscribed on the underground slabs converged.

In professional terms, it could be called the “energy pointer” position.

“Gentlemen! Let’s make this short.”

After seeing that all the spell casters had already arrived here, and that there were still many small physical profession players on the periphery who had run over to watch the spectacle, Tris took on the accent of an alpha-level NPC and said in a low tone:

“We are about to perform a small to medium sized Astral Rip Grand Spell Ceremony here, and I myself will act as the core of the casters to manipulate the psychic energy to break the barrier between the material world and the astral realm, and repeat the tragedy that happened in Cadman City more than a month ago in the core of the Jackal’s encampment today.

The same unruly forces that brought us disaster will wreak the same upon our enemies, and I know that not every one of you would agree to such a risk.

You have enough wisdom and common sense to determine that breaking the Starsector barrier at will would not be a good idea.

I am aware of all these reasons, and some of your cited rebuttals are even derived from the tome on astral psionics that I personally authored in my youth.

But these are not reasons!

We need this victory!
Regardless of what those on the outside may say about this night, we who are already trapped in this situation know that it is all necessary!

Thanks to the activity and risk-taking of the intelligence officers under the banner of the Blood Vulture Clan, the crystals used to mark the relative mappings have been buried in the Jackal’s camp ahead of time, and the positioning used to mark the psionic pointers has been properly placed.

My assistant Phimis and I have modified the parameters of this spell, and we will minimize the effects of this astral tear on the Transylvanian lands as much as possible.

This is the last promise we can make!

Now then, those who are still resistant to this operation may leave, and the rest of you please move into your respective spellcasting positions!

I need to use your perception of psychic energy to gather a storm of psychic energy in a short period of time, enough to overload Serenade’s core.

For newcomers who are taking part in this compound spellcasting ritual for the first time, my advice is this:
Do what I tell you to do in a moment, and don’t bring your brains or your own ‘inspirations’ to the table, is that clear?”

Whether the NPCs had understood Murphy didn’t know.

But he could be sure that the small players definitely all understood.

Because Tris had edited the quest text in advance, and the small players in this large-scale gathering of energy spells is only the simplest “temporary spiritual energy pool” duties.

As long as they stayed in this secret room for the entire time, their mission was considered complete, and the reward they could get this time was exceedingly “generous”.

“Ding”

A light beep sounded almost simultaneously on the psychic player’s treasure pearl, it was a team mission:
[Time-limited team copy of ‘Duel in the Andromeda Hills’ predecessor quest – ‘Calling on the Power of the Nebula’ has been triggered!

Requirement: Participate in the spell casting ceremony of Madame Tris as a part of the Astral Tear Ceremony and hold on until the end of the ceremony, use the power of the Astral Realm to break down the brick wall of the Jackal camp, and sound the death knell for the unknowing Jackal Warlord, King Kenpot, who has no idea of what he is doing.

Quest Reward: The team copy of Duel in the Andromeda Hills is officially opened.

Psychic Master Special Reward: Collaborative Legion-level Psychic Spell ‘Cataclysm’ Record, this large-scale spell requires 5-40 psychics to collaborate in casting the spell, directing the formed psychic storm to temporarily break the barrier between the material world and the astral realm, and calling out astral psychic energies and sub-dimensional meteorite bombardment to tear apart the target area.

The damage and duration of the spell depends on the number of participants, the degree of concentration of the storm, and the skill of the spell’s core manipulators.

Tip!

Legion-level psionic spells are often inhumane, so they cannot be used in everyday combat, and those who use them in unauthorized areas risk court-martial and euthanasia].

“I blanch! This is an opening to drop a nuclear bomb on the opponent’s base!”

Che Che exclaimed.

His overly graphic and vulgar description caused the other small players to nod their heads in unison.

After seeing that the NPC psychics had already chosen their respective spell casting positions to stand in, the small players also found their own positions under Femis’ command.

Leaping forward, they soon discovered that Lord Murphy, who was dressed in a swordsman’s battle armor, had actually participated in this ceremony, and then they reacted.

Oh, although Lord Murphy’s swordsmanship was superior, he did also have a profession as an Astral Summoner, and he was also a spell caster to boot.

“This must be my grandson’s brother who gave Lady Tris military advice, how I see this family changing tactics are so classic.”

Touch Your Poor in the crowd spat at the living whole quite well beside him, who shrugged and stood in place with a distinctive Soul Snatching Scythe.

This thing in his hand was still something he had bought at a high price from the two treacherous forges in the camp.

The price was expensive, but considering that it was very appropriate to his identity as a “Trickster” and the attributes were really good, let’s just consider that he had earned it.

On the other hand, Mrs. Water’s side also had a similarly shaped war scythe, but Mrs. Water’s one had natural spiritual energy added to the casting, so her weapon’s blade was entwined with a touch of emerald green light, as if it had been quenched with poison.

“Silence!”

Lady Cui Si glared this way, a few players who spoke in whispers immediately shrunk their heads, that being said, Lady Cui Si in this serious state was really oppressive pulling full force.

“Bang.”

The Spiritual Energy Master, who was the core of the spell casting, gently tapped the Serenade Scepter in his hand in the air, sending out a crisp sound like a knock on a solid body, and then the entire Spiritual Energy Core’s Gathering Energy spell was activated. All the psychic energy masters located in the area immediately felt an extracted pressure exerted on them.

For the small players, the most intuitive reflection was that the “mana bar” on their character interface began to rapidly deplete, and at the same time, with the help of the Energy Gathering Technique under their feet, they also began to draw free Spiritual Energy from the air at a faster speed than usual, but the speed of this draw obviously couldn’t keep up with the depletion.

Soon, the small players felt the pressure, the players who had not yet passed the Black Iron Trial seemed to be pressed against their chests and had begun to suffer from breathlessness.

They were like humanoid probes that stood on air purifiers, using their perception of spiritual energy as the main means for Madame Tris to gather spiritual energy.

These spiritual energies gathered at this time were not used to break the astral realm obstruction, such a small amount of spiritual energy could not do this kind of operation of interfering with the realm.

The spiritual energy they were converging here was for the purpose of sending the three boundary cores that were holding up the Serenade Boundary into overload at this time.

With the help of the psychic energy storm that would be generated when that strategic level psychic energy item was overloaded, they were able to shake the ripples of the astral realm in this particular area of Transylvania.

In the Tower of the Ring such a large spiritual energy organization, people have a special energy storage tower to complete the process of energy extraction, simple and fast without pollution, but now Transylvania is not that condition.

Murphy’s expression is very serious at this time.

He knew that once Tris’ spell in the first stage was completed, it meant that the Serenade Boundary protecting the city would be closed for at least one hour.

At this moment, outside the cloister, Maxim and his Cadman People’s Army, Natalie and her witch hunters, Adele and the Blood Rats Gang under her command, Count Andre and his White Mountain Vampires and Laneia and her Reserve Knights, and even Miriam and the militia that had been rallied had already prepared themselves to meet the Jackal Vanguard’s onslaught on the city.

Murphy will then take his warriors to the Andromeda Hills via psychic teleportation, and the two wars will be fought at the same time, making it a true “home exchange”.

Whoever can hold out will win the final battle.

The best part is that both sides feel certain that they will make it to the end, so now it’s time for that classic moment when the battlefield is open and the warriors are in position.

Destiny is standing in the center of the scales scratching her head, and tonight it’s going to come down to whether she prefers Murphy, the buttercup, or Ken Porter, the Fury hunk.

Come to think of it, Goddess of Fate’s taste shouldn’t be so heavy to that extent, right?

“Buzz.”

Substantial storms of psychic energy blew up, and just about every psychic in this area underneath the cloister could feel the extracted energy converging around Lady Tris.

It was frenzied psionic energy that was enough to rip through a body in an instant yet it was being directed by Madame Tris with serenading scepter like artful grace, converging it on her own scepter, and then smoothly bringing it into overload through this scepter’s maneuvering of the core of the serenade boundary.

A loud noise like thunder rose in the outside world.

The sound was so terrifying that it was like a thousand tigers roaring in unison, the movement of a wild storm of psychic energy converging in the night of the Scarlet Fortress.

On the surface of the city, which was empty at the moment, Maxim raised his head and watched the hemispherical scarlet boundary above his head shimmering like poor contact and dissipating as fast as a soap bubble in the sunlight.

The three cores suspended in the city that had been steadily outputting psychic energy were also shrouded in ominous blood-colored lightning.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands were holding them, squeezing these destructive forces and sending them into places that Maxim could not see.

The purple light emanating from the Star Realm Creation above the night above his head also suddenly flourished at this moment, like a magnificent purple chandelier, illuminating the entire Scarlet Fortress and the surrounding night at this moment. It was like the moment the spotlight above the stage lit up, illuminating the dimness below.

Not only the hideous shadows cast by the jackals on the ground, but also the resolute faces of the local warriors obscured by the shadows.

Both the fierce attackers and the fearless defenders were ready at this moment to fight for the city under their feet, which was slowly recovering from the aftermath of the disaster.

“Snap.”

Maxim withdrew his gaze, pulled his vulture face armor down to cover his face, and raised the black sword and heavy shield in his hands.

Behind him, a position of five hundred Cadmanian People’s Army swords and spears were in place, while in front of him, as the Serenade Boundary dissipated, the jackal vanguards that had been starving beyond it wailed and drove the hyenas and dog-heads towards them like a tidal wave of chaos.

They were convinced that no one could stop the black tide they formed.

And the soldiers and vampires in the position were equally confident that no one would be able to cross the position defended by them until they were all dead.

“Three minutes countdown to the Astral Tear!”

Madame Tris levitated up in a huge cluster of psychic energy.

On her left hand was a suspended hourglass recording the time, and on her right hand was an arithmetic matrix consisting of 30 arithmetic pearls that was projecting the relative coordinates of the material world and the astral world in real time.

During this entire 3-minute period, this psychic energy master had to withstand the pressure from the wild energy storms that kept pouring out of the overloaded core of the suppression.

She had to release them in a brainwave to the right location when the most precise relative mapping conditions were reached, and like Murphy’s Goddess of Victory, she could only deliver the deadliest assists to her warriors at the most critical moments.

“Swish.”

Femis waved her Night Whistling Staff, and the throbbing scarlet streams of light formed a temporary portal to the outskirts of the Jackal camp, the crystals that had been buried by Frost Tooth’s Claw and Dorothy earlier were used at this moment.

The players could even see through the scarlet light that the Jackals in the opposite camp were puzzled and came over to see what this thing was.

A stupid jackal savage actually stretched out his hand to touch this mirror-like thing, and I don’t know what kind of thinking this guy was in, but it actually took a step forward.

It crossed the rift opened by the Star Realm and managed to enter the Blood Wyvern Cloister.

In front of it were Murphy, who had pulled down his mask, and Phineas, who had raised his staff, as well as 140 “otherworldly demons” behind them, who were already hot-blooded and couldn’t hold back their desire to kill.

Being looked directly at by so many eyes at the same time, even if the jackal savage soldier is heartless again, this moment is also instantly like a lightning strike.

Its brain that was not as big as a walnut could not imagine how to deal with the scene in front of it, but fortunately it did not need to put more pressure on its dull brain in the next second.

“Poof.”

Necessary Evil swung up.

A wide-eyed jackal head flew out from the other side of the Scarlet Gate in a splash of blood, traced a perfect parabola, and smashed right at the feet of its companion in a drip of viscous liquid, and the glaring eyes seemed to be warning its companion .
Run!

However it was already too late!
The moment the huge blood wings opened up in the center of the jackal camp, 140 players screamed and rushed backwards into the jackal “copy” like a wild blood-colored turbid current.

The surrounding jackals who were confused didn’t survive for more than ten seconds before they were cut down, and Murphy didn’t rush forward to search for the duplicate boss, instead, he tilted his head up with his wings folded in place.

Tonight’s Andromeda Hills was exceptionally quiet, but a mountain of pressure was released by the starlight above his head, which had turned “purple”.

At this very moment, just five hundred meters away from King Kenpot’s tent, the “new noble” Lord Nash who was patrolling suddenly felt the battle axe in his hand emitting a strange buzzing sound.

It was puzzled to put the weapon given by his good brother Hogg in his ear, and it heard that strange knocking sound, like a bug lying in the grip of his own weapon.

But how was this possible?
“Why is your axe glowing?”

The jackal barbarian soldier beside it exclaimed.

Nash looked down and ooh, red and purple intertwined light was flickering out of the handle of his own axe, and you can’t tell, it’s weirdly pretty.

But what the hell is this?
“Boom.”

There was a loud, earth-shattering bang.

Swallowing up all the doubts the jackal named Nash had at this point and for the rest of his life, but its blasted demise felt like an announcement, like a symbol of what was to come before disaster.

Well, the winds of psychic energy in Andromeda Hills are a bit noisy this evening.
(End of chapter)