309. chapter 307 306 O Holy Light! There is so much evil here that deserves

Chapter 307 306.O Holy Light! There is so much evil here worth fighting!
Daisen’s entire body was numb by now.

He also didn’t expect that just because of the incident of his video being taken down, the development of a new platform had been put on the agenda as a direct result.

He really just wanted to come to the forums to spit out what had happened to him, but he didn’t expect that the execution of the few rich brothers and sisters in the current little play house would be so strong that it would be this outrageous, and what kind of family are you all!

This small group pulled up and said to raise funds, the result of less than five minutes has dried up to eight figures of platform start-up and operating funds ah!

Crap, this is too outrageous, isn’t it?
So there are so many rich brothers and sisters hiding in the small play family?

There were currently less than ten people in the group called “Scarlet Castle Announcement Department”, and Da Sai En was certain that he was definitely the poorest of the ten.

He was definitely the poorest of the ten!

Seeing that Little Reed Name and Touch Your Poor were talking about which software company to find to develop the platform, while Brother Meow, as an “industry insider”, was still giving them advice, and Mrs. Water was discussing a series of internal management rules and shareholding distribution with Brother Loyalty after the establishment of the platform, Big Sai En was filled with a sense of unreality in his heart.

It really wasn’t that he had an inferiority complex.

But the fact was that if he followed a normal life path, he would have to be lucky to become friends with Brother Woo Meow, not to mention hooking up with guys like Little Reed Name and Touch You Poor.

He quickly noticed a private chat:
Alpha: [I also watched that video of you, it’s well edited, very cinematic. That is, the description of the story is a bit monotonous, according to the current progress and advancement of the game, not only the plague of jackals can be used in this more intuitive way to show out, there are more plots that can be dug deeper.

For example, Transylvania and the Ten Years’ War, the destruction of Cadman City, and the rebirth of the Scarlet Fortress.

If you’re partial to that, you could actually shoot more for the new platforms, and the development team might even set up ‘eggs’ just for you].

Healer Warrior Sai En: [Really? Haha, I’m just cutting randomly, Brother Woo Meow and Brother Stick just gave me an understanding of this, sorry, Brother Fat, I was going to say I’d draw traffic to you guys, but this didn’t work out either].

Alpha: [It’s okay, it’s good to have this heart, you guys can enjoy the fun brought by the game for the development team is already the best reward.

Who wouldn’t want others to know how to appreciate their work?
This time you attracted to the water friends you first manage your own, if they are really interested you can let them fill out the test application, and do not have to worry about there will be people who will destroy the game environment mixed in, our review mechanism is not vegetarian].

Medicare Warlord Daisen: [Uh-huh, it’s good that I didn’t cause any trouble for you guys].

Murphy took a last look at the content of the chat in the “Scarlet Fort Propaganda Department” group, Brother Loyalty was trying to obtain part of the management rights of the new platform by investing in the shares.

This behavior made the vampire lord once again confirm his other identity, but Murphy did not stop this process.

In his opinion, this may also be part of the “tacit agreement”.

The current game forum is an “unknown technology” that can not be traced by technical means, but the first third-party platform that can be controlled may be more appropriate to become the first station of contact between the two sides.

As for the gold circulation and official offline auction house that this new platform will soon be developed, Murphy does not intend to intervene, letting the players manage it on their own.

All the gold coins in their hands are to be obtained by doing missions and treasure hunting, and Transylvania didn’t leave them the “reality bug” of “brushing money”, no matter how they set up the rules, the source of gold coins is in the hands of Murphy, the lord and administrator. No matter how they set the rules, the source of the gold is in the hands of Murphy, the lord and administrator.

He wasn’t worried that some of the small players’ tampering would interfere with the normal operation of the game.

With this thought, Murphy exited the forum.

Sweeping to the side he found his own vampire mother curled up in a chair holding an arithmetic treasure pearl watching the movie of Jackal’s End projected in front of him, the very same 30-minute CG movie that Sai Sai En had posted on the forums.

Tris was watching it intently, concentrating so to speak.

Presumably because this mode of literature didn’t exist in the traditions of previous Transylvanian or vampire clans?

Although in Murphy’s opinion, Saiyan’s editing and narrative were still a bit green and confusing, honestly speaking, this movie was definitely much more interesting than watching a stage play, right?

Murphy did not disturb Tris to enjoy her new entertainment, he thought about it and passed a copy of this movie to the consul Miriam, the players have spontaneously set up the “Scarlet Castle Propaganda Department”, if she, the Scarlet Consul, does not have some action, she will be waiting for Murphy to be deducted from her allowance.

“Well, so the future Scarlet Fortress can also be the ‘Art Capital’?”

Murphy rubbed his chin and tossed the core treasure pearl in his hand, associating it:
“Introducing otherworldly works and models of literature and art into this spirit world-poor place will obviously help raise the ‘happiness index’ of the lords under my command, hmmm, good idea! Civilized people will all seek a balance between the material and the spiritual, if it is not possible to achieve rapid wealth and power in a short period of time on the material level, then it is time to put construction on the spiritual level on the agenda, lest the cults and weird beliefs that are rotting all over this land take over the barren spiritual world of the territories.

Perhaps I should find a few artists or otherworldly people with specialties in this area like Daisen to become my testers? Make a few artsy documentaries to better publicize what’s happening in Transylvania, as a way to reverse the effects of this land’s barbaric insolence in the eyes of others.

Hmm!
What a good idea! Write that down first!”

Lord Murphy scribbled a few quick notes in his notebook, which was already a third of the way through.

This notebook used to collect “inspiration” was filled with “outstanding suggestions” from small players that he had seen while peering at the forums, which was equivalent to Murphy having a not-so-reliable “administrative team It’s like Murphy has a not-so-credible “executive board” to help him plan his future territory.

It’s true that this is not a job for the average person, but it’s just key government.

Who are you looking down on?
“Little Murphy, the next batch of otherworldly warriors will enter Transylvania in three days, they’re all going crazy on the forums, and it seems like you recruited an ‘Otherworldly Knights’ at once? Are you really prepared to let those strange and weird minds enter Transylvania and even our world?”

While Murphy was writing, Tris’s voice rang out from the shadows of the office, the high intensity “surfing” of the past few days had made Tris’s delicate face a little tired, and even appeared to have bags under her eyes to see that she hadn’t rested properly!
Well, it’s not easy to make a vampire appear so obviously tired, so what exactly did you talk about on the forums with my little players and the gluttony party ah?

Murphy was surprised to look at his charming scarlet witch, but the latter was worried.

Under Lord Lord’s astonished gaze, she whispered:

“That ‘Knights of the Riptide’ . I don’t think it’s a good idea to introduce them into Transylvania.”

“Why? They’re no different from other Otherworldly warriors.”

Murphy said in surprise:

“And they try hard to dress up as people from our side of the world. They like to ‘role-play’, which means they’re going to fit in with some of the traditional ways of doing things in this land a lot more than the other smaller players, which might help to reverse the weird news that’s already spreading among the lords.

For example, I’ve already heard reports from eyes planted by Adele that many of them are privy to the fact that my warriors, while passionate and powerful, don’t seem to be quite right in the head.

The warriors who defended this land being stigmatized as mentally ill is not a future I wish to see, so it’s going to take some ‘normal’ people to temper the stereotypes the warriors have already left behind”

“I’m not talking about their style or how they act, Murph, I’m talking about their ‘beliefs’!”

Tris said very seriously:

“Have you noticed that the members of this ‘Riptide Knights’ have faith, even if it’s just a faith that they hang on to verbally, they believe in ‘holy light’. That’s a concept that they themselves can’t say clearly, it can probably be understood as the collection of all that is true, good and beautiful in the world…”

“The truth is they don’t believe in that stuff at all! That’s just a style used to show that they are role-players, just like we vampires always talk about the ‘Mother of the Night’, but in reality even the blood servants know that the Mother of the Night doesn’t exist.”

Murphy rather flirtatiously and very naturally reached out and placed his hand between Tris’s waist and hips, but this time the witch didn’t stop him because Tris was really, really serious about discussing this with Murphy. In response to this example given by Murphy, Tris shook her head and said:
“There was no Mother of the Night before, but you personally experienced the final tragedy of the Blood Wyvern Cloister, you saw Him with your own eyes, Murphy, that deity that Salokdar fashioned for the vampires as the ‘Midnight Mother of the Night’
I am one of the few people on the entire continent who have studied this area most profoundly, so let me tell you a little bit of what I have been trying to hide from you.”

Tris clasped Murphy’s wrist that was about to slip into an unseemly area as she whispered:

“There’s more to molding a ‘god’ than just a self-inflicted sacrifice, Murphy Jr. The basis of Salokdar’s ability to mold that divine sin is that the Mother of the Night, while it doesn’t exist but as a matter of faith, is already substantially present in the hearts and minds of all vampires.

Even you.
You’ve grown accustomed to carrying the name of the Mother of the Night on your lips.

What I’m telling you, Murphy, is that the mysterious and chaotic subspace reacts quite marvelously to this ‘group call’, and nothing born of that chaos should be surprising.

And when countless people call, countless people’s different imaginations and understandings of the same thing will form a ‘projection’ of such a thing in subspace as soon as their numbers break through a certain level.

That is the first step on the path to godhood!
This is the conclusion I came to after studying all the legends and origins of the Astral Giant Spirit on the current continent, and you are the second person besides me to know about it. I can tell you unequivocally that Salokdar was able to mold the ‘Midnight Hostess’ because of the vampires’ call and song for the Mother of Night that lasted for millennia.

Thus, to be precise, Salokdar is not making a god.

He was ‘usurping the gods’!
Vampire divine projections have been around for a long time.

There just hasn’t been a qualified individual capable of carrying this ‘burden and glory’. Think long and hard about why Salokdar and I went to all that trouble to steal a seed that hadn’t germinated in centuries from the holy land of the Old Religion!

Murphy, the reason we paid the price of the eternal death of fifteen Elders to bring back the Seed of Life was never because Salokdar wanted a daughter.

Or simply because he wanted to create perfect life.

Phineas was an ’embryo’!
She is the most qualified and likely individual of all the vampires at the moment to inherit the title of ‘Mother of the Night’, and do you know why?”

In the face of what Tris uttered, Murphy’s expression immediately became serious, he had rarely seen Tris discussing a matter with such deliberation, and he wasn’t stupid, he immediately realized what Tris was trying to convey.

He said:

“Because the Seed of Life that shaped Femis came directly from Avalon? So Phimis as a being is endowed with some sort of ‘True God traits’?”

“Brilliant! That’s right!”

Tris nodded and placed Murphy’s hand on her waist again, as if rewarding His Lordship for a perfect answer.

And by virtue of the relationship between Phimis and the Midnight Lords, Tris also voiced her concerns about the young players outright.

She said:

“It may seem to you that what they call ‘Holy Light’ is just a catchphrase, but in this real world, Murphy! So many people chanting the same name, and that name stands for something as extremely righteous and good and beautiful as a pronoun that can go a long way to gaining favor with strangers.

Do you know what that means?

Once they do start proselytizing, perhaps taking advantage of the Black Plague’s oppression of Transylvania’s rise, you’ll create a fledgling faith no less than the size of the Church of the Winter Wolves and the Old Religion in no time at all.

It would be fine if this was just a clumsy attempt, but I’ve asked them on the forums, and there is a complete set of doctrines for this ‘holy light’ they believe in! Even the necessary rituals and prayers!
They even claim to be a subordinate lineage from an organization called the ‘Knights of the Silver Hand’.

This, coupled with the fact that the warriors’ emotional richness still appeared in large-scale clusters of spirit consciousness, doomed them to create bigger and more real ripples in subspace than ordinary believers when they chanted the name of some non-existent god.

And that’s scary, Murph!”

Tris whispered, rubbing her brow:

“I simply can’t imagine the results that would be triggered when this otherworldly faith spreads out on the continent, which is why I suggested that you should take note of this aspect in advance”

“Swish.”

Murphy’s wrist pulled Tris into his arms with force.

He reached out and stroked the skin of the scarlet witch’s cheeks that looked tired and had lost its luster due to the two days of intense surfing as he whispered:

“Then let them try, you keep thinking that I can limit my warriors, but you miss the point, Tris, that me and them, us and them, all of Transylvania and them have been bound together through a core.

They are a part of us.

We shouldn’t try to tear each other apart, and anyway, how bad can things get any worse? We might even be completely wiped out in the Black Plague in a few months, and even if we survived it we’d have to face oppression from both the Kingdom of Goldfinch and the Kingdom of Nordtorf.

We have to grab whatever power we can and use it.

The Church of Avalon is ruined, Tris, and on a faith level we’ll have to find an armament of the mind for our lords if we’re going to fend off the invasion of the Winter Wolves.

The Holy Light.
What’s wrong with me, a vampire, personally standing up for it as long as it helps me?

If my warriors can actually create a faith, I will only applaud them!”

Murphy leaned his head down and pressed a soft kiss to Tris’ lips, whispering as he parted seconds later:
“Speaking of which, I’ve always had a question… Is it true that a profession like ‘Paladin’ doesn’t exist on the continent? With such a beautiful background and world setting, it always feels strange to lack those fanatical justices might as well let us make up for this regret with our own hands.

You are the best theologian on the continent, Tris, I hope you can help them and make the ‘subspace projection’ of the Holy Light appear as soon as possible.

Of course, this matter has to be kept secret.

I’m going to bring a new batch of otherworldly Essence soon, do you want to go with me to welcome them?”

Tris nodded, taking out her handkerchief and wiping the lipstick mark on the corner of Murphy’s mouth as she said:
“Of course, every time I see them come across the intervals of the world, it always makes one feel the wonder of fate. And haven’t you already planned the next stage of the ‘main quest’ with Miriam?
You’re going to take advantage of this new player entry to push the story of Transylvania into the next stage?”

“Brilliant!”

Murphy chuckled:
“That’s what I’m thinking, my warriors crushed Salokdar and pacified the plague of jackals, but they shouldn’t just destroy and fight, they should also participate in building. Therefore, I have decided to name the next phase as the ‘100 Days of Building’ operation, and there are now 4 months and 10 days until the Black Plague arrives!
Let’s take out 100 days to fortify our homeland, prepare all the necessary things, and use the last month to put the whole of Transylvania into a state of war.

And after that day comes …”

Murphy stood up and pulled a lady’s cloak into his hand with his psychic hand then draped it over Tris’s shoulders, and in turn smoothly took the Archduke by the waist from behind and leaned down to kiss the delicate, work of art-like earlobes.

He said:

“When that day comes, let us gamble everything and split the difference with the malice of fate once and for all!”

(End of chapter)