460.Chapter 458 457 The feeling of being infinitely close to the truth is really making people

Chapter 458 457.The feeling of being infinitely close to the truth really makes people scratch their ears and cheeks-addition [2425] 2023-08 By: Frank the Handsome Dog

(For brother “Warm Wine Resignation” [4/5])
When Torn Flesh was fully dressed and trudged out of the “Land of Creation” with a body bag on his back, the swamp serpent that had been banished to the Star World by the Explorers had already returned to the material world.

The time taken was shorter than the thirty minutes claimed by the explorers, which proved that even in the group of “professional exterminators” such as the Servants of Dusk, there were also people who were very unreliable in their work.

This “small mistake” is enough to make the jackals and undead army left by Torn Meat here suffer heavy damage, they saw the situation is not good and withdrew from the forbidden zone, good thing is that Torn Meat’s majesty is still there, so these guys didn’t run back to the plague town in a puff of smoke, but left a group of undead army to receive Torn Meat’s return.

Although they all wished in their hearts that Torn Meat had just disappeared into the depths of the swamp, how good would that be?
Torn Flesh crossed the battlefield that was being crazily ravaged by the swamp serpent without any danger with the silent assistance of the Underworld Knights, and this batch of assault zombies that followed him over was spread out by a third just to lure the beast to vent its anger to other places.

Their strategy proved to be correct.

The beast’s hiss that echoed through the swamp mist was filled with rage, it was completely enraged, which meant that it had lost its composure and intelligence.

“It’s hurt?”

Torn Flesh, who had returned to safety, looked back at the battlefield behind him, with both a heartfelt sense of emotion at the legendary creature’s toughness, and a wonderful sense of leaping to its feet.

It could hear the overwhelming pain in the giant snake’s roar.

This means that the “trip to the star world” just now has caused trouble for this strong creature, it has begun to bleed, which is a pleasant surprise, for the plague warlocks once the creature’s blood, then even if it is strong, there is a chance to be exploited.

Whether it was a vicious curse or a concoction of disintegrating poisons it was a useful weakening method.

“You guys stay here! Collect the blood of Ninkinanka.”

Torn Flesh scolded his apprentices on the spur of the moment:
“I’m going to return to Plague Town first to dispose of my king’s remains, I’ll be back here early tomorrow morning with the necessary items, this wandering swamp serpent must be taken out before we’re allowed to continue our search for the rest of the secret treasures my king left behind in this region.

We have achieved the first step of our goal, but we cannot return with only the remains of our king.”

“You found it?”

Torn Flesh’s words startled the group of Jackal Warlocks.

They all looked towards the black shrouded bag that Torn Flesh was holding dead in his arms, and they realized that it held the only leader of the Jackal clan, which was enough to make these unruly fellows feel shocked.

Jackals have a very short lifespan, compared to the humans in this world who can easily live to 140 years old, jackals can only live up to 60 years old, and the lifespan of those who live in that hellish place in the Dark Mountain Range will only be even shorter.

This meant that these young jackals grew up listening to the legend of the King of Biting Bones just like humans.

They also already regarded the King of Biting Bones as a legendary figure, and now that the remains of the legendary man were close at hand, it was enough to make these ferocious and dangerous fellows also experience the shocking feeling of thick history coming at them.

“Can we… can we look at it?”

A bold apprentice made a request, and the other apprentices nodded.

Torn Flesh looked at them and wanted to refuse this rude request, but on second thought, these guys were still needed here next to look for the King of Biting Bones’ hidden belongings, so it wasn’t good to discourage them, and besides, publicizing the news of the return of the King of Biting Bones’ remains could boost morale a bit.

So it also nodded, and right next to its own bipedal flying dragon, Torn Flesh opened the shrouded pouch in a reverent gesture, once again revealing the honor and glory of the King of Biting Bones.

It had to be said that by Jackal standards, the King of Biting Bones was still shocking even though he was dead but what was left of him was still shocking.

The size of the King of Bites was so large that even though it had become a dry corpse, it was still larger than a pureblood jackal like Ken Potter.

And it also has quite ferocious claws and long and powerful tail, the very regular spots on its shriveled body even after a hundred years of time still reflects an incomparable “honor” in the eyes of the surrounding jackals, and its fierce jaws and bared lips of the canine teeth all represent that it has a strong fighting strength.

The king’s remains were in a closed-eye position, already skin and bones, but still like a furious lion, as if the next moment will be able to open its eyes to kill all sides.

This majestic posture perfectly satisfies the stereotypical image of the King of Bone Biters in the hearts of young jackals, making them unable to resist fantasizing about the mighty king when he was alive, commanding his army and killing in all directions.

However, someone soon questioned:

“Tutor Torn Flesh, why is my king only wearing a single garment? Where are the legendary ‘Hunting’ Crown, ‘Trampling’ Bone Shield, ‘Skull Shredder’ Scepter, and ‘Soul Tearer’ Shackles bestowed upon my king by the God of Hunting? Soulbreaker’s scepter and Soulbreaker’s yoke?”

The apprentice with only one eye questioned:
“That’s the stuff of legend that’s integral to all the legends about my king! Those are the symbols of our power as jackals, and we must return with those to earn respect for the clan.

More importantly, if we find the mystery of its power in my king’s gift, doesn’t that mean that we can also raise war warriors of the Plague Clan! That legendary hunting forbidden guards that crisscrossed the continent!”

Torn Flesh had no way to inform his apprentice of the Creator’s secret, but making up a lie was not at all difficult for it, and with a twinkle in his eye, the fellow said with a lamenting face:
“My King fought a last minute battle against the Swamp Giant Serpent, and its most loyal Sons of the Hunt accompanied it to the end, it was an epic and fierce battle, and all of my King’s armaments were lost on this battlefield, so we must stay here to retrieve my King’s belongings.

No one knows where those legendary weapons were lost, but it is your duty to shoulder them next.”

Torn Flesh coughed and pounded its back in a frail gesture as it re-gathered the remains of the King of Biting Bones and said:
“I am old, the merit of retrieving my King’s remains is enough to get me into the decision making circle of the Mossy Valley, I am content to hold the final end of my life, yet the leader of the Plague Clan still hangs in the balance.

I can’t pick a suitable person among your successors who are all excellent, how about this?
Let this action of retrieving the relic be the standard of judgment, and I will appoint whoever can retrieve its legendary armament for my king to be the next chief of the Plague Clan, and strongly support that the one who recovers the weapon can inherit that king’s power!
I have sworn to the Lord of the Hunt to fulfill my promise of this day!
So my disciples, I want you to hurry, there is only one last step left to conclude our work in the Tainted Swamp.

We can leave here forever with our precious things, those Transylvanian jumpers will never know what we have found in the swamp, I have been too lazy to deal with the boring wars they have started, but I am willing to give you a chance to show yourselves.

Thirty days!
I’ll give you a month!
Regardless of whether or not you find those legendary items, I will destroy Plague Town and evacuate.”

Torn Flesh’s promise made the eyes of the young jackal warlocks around them light up one by one.

Of course, they didn’t believe that this old undead guy in front of them would keep his promise, but they didn’t care, after all, they had already gotten Torn Flesh’s promise, which was tantamount to obtaining a “strong claim”.

They exchanged glances with each other, ready to follow Torn Flesh’s instructions first, in order to paralyze this old but still powerful old Deng, and then secretly build up their strength to complete a wave of cooperation, and kill this old thing here.

Since bringing the remains of the Bone Biting King back to the Dark Mountain Range would be rewarded, why couldn’t they be the ones to receive the reward?
However this had to be planned carefully, Torn Flesh wasn’t easy to deal with when he was old, they had to make a deferential gesture that would put the old thing at ease before they actually acted.

A few minutes later, Torn Flesh’s bipedal flying dragons headed back through the thick fog of the swampy sanctuary towards Plague Town, and in the saddle the old jackal stroked the shrouded bag at his hand, a cold determination flashing in his cloudy eyes.

It knew exactly what its disciples wanted to do.

However, these ambitious fools do not know that it and the explorers reached an agreement, the plague town of jackal warlocks, one for one, do not want to leave here alive.

Since these guys have been promised to the explorer as cannon fodder, then before that guy comes to take over, he should also give full play to the good quality of thrift, for the last “waste utilization”.

“Search, go search, find the information that my king left to our descendants, I believe that the king of the bone bites has hidden all his plans in it.

I believe that our king definitely left behind a great power that is enough to overturn the continent.”

Torn Flesh growled in his mind:

“My king fell in the land of creation, this is the divine arrangement of the Creator! This has destined the great power hidden deep within this swamp to be returned to the Jackals and become the source of power for the rise of my race! No one will take it away from the Jackals!

Neither the Transylvanians, nor the Twilight, will ever take the secret of my people.

Only the true successor to the King of Biting Bones is entitled to access that!
I am old.

But I won’t just stand by and watch my clan’s hopes fall by the wayside, the Black Plague, sounds horrible but four consecutive failures have fully proved that the Black Plague can’t possibly help my clan to rule the continent, we must have a stronger force to back up our conquests.

Hmph.

I will dedicate myself to my race one last time…”

It looked down at the shrouded bag in its hands, and after several seconds of silence, Torn Flesh whispered:
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I thought that bringing back your bones would be enough to reunite our people, but I have seen the greatness of the Creator in the place where you perished, and I realized the message you wanted to pass on to our unworthy descendants.

Whatever you left behind in that place of creation, I will bring it back to the Dark Mountains!
So, next please forgive me for my offense, and please fight one last time for your people!”

Torn Flesh made a decision that was destined to be difficult and dangerous, but it did not regret or hesitate.

As soon as the bipedal flying dragon approached the plague town, Torn Flesh gave orders to Crippled Claw, who was guarding the tectonic tower and doing nothing, through the special connection between the warlocks:
“Crippled Claw, clean up your lab! Prepare all the materials for the necromancy ritual, I want you to complete a necromancy awakening as my assistant.”

“Huh?”

Crippled Claw, who suddenly received the order, let out a stunned howl as it said:

“But you haven’t done it yourself for years…” “Shut up!”

Torn Flesh said in a deep voice:
“This time the test subject is very special, I must finish it myself in order to wash away the terrible guilt in my heart, prepare yourself at once.”

“No, Mentor, what I mean is that you haven’t touched your hands for many years I’m afraid that your corpse construction skills have regressed a lot, if the test object is really important, then it’s better for me to do it, lest you break it with your shaky eyes and hands it would be bad.”

“…, you this guy honestly still strange hurt, okay! Then you’ll host it, and I’ll be your assistant.”
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“What’s wrong with you? Why did you stay up in the middle of the night and run out to look at the moon? Is it because you’ve finally convinced yourself that you’re ready to try the orthodox vampire routine?”

Directly above the Blood Wyvern Cloisters, in the middle of the ruined construction site being cleared by the workers of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, Murphy stood alone under the quiet night looking into the distance, and then heard the flirtatious voice of the Scarlet Witch.

The vampire lord swept back and saw that Tris was moving her arms and slowly descending from the air by flapping her wings, looking so refreshed she must have gone out for a walk to move her body.

For an orthodox vampire like her, right now at this time was the most energetic moment of the day.

“It’s nothing, I’m just a little distracted tonight.”

Murphy opened his hand to Tris, the latter did not resist to come forward, let the little Murphy hold her waist, the two stood under the moonlight as if the whole world was quiet again in this instant.

“I couldn’t sleep across the board, tossing and turning and pondering my recent actions but not realizing where some pitfalls would arise that would catch people off guard.

Yet my mind is reminding me that something may be about to happen or has already happened…”

Murphy told Tris what he had been thinking this evening:
“I rarely feel this way, the last time I was this uneasy was before my duel with Kenport, perhaps this is fate reminding me that I need to be doubly careful.

But I have no way of knowing the source of this uneasiness.”

“Vampires are supernatural beings, and we do get these ‘disaster warnings’ occasionally.”

Tris whispered:
“Would you like me to do a divination for you?

While prophetic spells have always been criticized for their highly uncontrollable results and cumbersome and variable interpretations, the results of a divination can really foretell a lot at particular times.

At the very least, it can get your doubts answered.”

“Good.”

Murphy accepted the suggestion as he gently patted Trish’s arse and said:

“Just how many other skills do you have that I don’t know about?”

“That’s a lot.”

The Blood Vulture Archduke rolled his eyes then returned.

A Spiritual Energy Master like her didn’t need too many instruments and aids to do divination, simply pulling out a small crystal ball from her Spiritual Energy bag was the end of the preliminary preparation.

“Put your finger on it and don’t move no matter what you see next.”

Tris reminded, casting a spell to make the crystal ball levitate in front of Murphy.

Following her instructions Murphy stretched out his fingers and placed them on the smooth surface of the crystal ball, then closed his eyes and listened to Tris’s distinctive dream-like raspy chanting, which was like a hypnotic sensation that made Murphy quickly become drowsy.

In that power with spiritual guidance, Tris asked softly:
“Tell me, what did you see?”

“Nothing.”

Murphy replied:
“There was nothing before me but mist, well, mist everywhere, and vague figures floating before me like visions of giant serpents hidden in black water, unseen in the dancing star points.”

“Mists, giant snakes and star points, sounds related to the Star Realm.”

Tris said with a frown as she chanted again and asked again:
“Now what?”

“I see a person, no, a corpse, it’s being imbued with some power that doesn’t belong to it, and I can hear it’s rage and it’s wailing…

It was berating the desecration…

Completely incomprehensible.”

“Well, this is indeed the first time I’ve encountered such divination results, and with absolutely no way of identifying where your unease stems from, we might be able to go a little deeper.

Come.

Relax your mind…”

Tris asked softly after watching the Murphy in front of her had gone into deep spiritual guidance:

“Let me ask you, little Murphy, did you enter my lab?”

“Uh, went in.”

“What did you see in there?”

“Nothing much, I can’t read the intricacies of the alchemy, but I carved a poem of my thoughts and love for you on the bottom of one of the beakers.

Tris, I’m sad that you haven’t cared for me lately…”

“Ch.”

Hearing the confused Murphy say this, Tris was barely relieved as she bristled:
“It’s not that I don’t care about you, you little twerp, I’m just trying to keep you out of danger, that’s all, hey, wake up!”

She snapped her fingers, bringing Murphy out of his spirit guided state, the vampire lord woke up as if from a dream, he looked around suspiciously and said:

“What did I just say?”

“Some divination information that cannot be understood.”

Tris said with her face as usual:

“About the giant serpent and the star point and the mists and the desecrated corpse and so on, these are all signs that are not so obvious in their pointing.

It will take me some time to study them before I can give you a conclusion, but it would be best if you didn’t get too close to the astral forces lately.”

“Okay.”

Murphy sighed and said:

“There’s really no need to be in such a hurry, you’ve been too busy lately, maybe you need a break.”

“But how can I make my cute little baby feel worried? Isn’t it my duty to solve your worries for you?”

Tris hummed and volunteered to step forward to send a fragrant kiss.

Probably out of the guilt brought about by the fact that she had been busy with other things during this period of time and had indeed neglected Murphy’s feelings, she was especially proactive this night, and even had the feeling of indulging in it

And the vampire lord kissed his girlfriend’s delicate earlobes, suddenly blinking as he placed his head at her shoulder.

“Well, it’s a good thing I stayed ahead of time…”

Murphy, who easily passed with perfect acting skills, thought so:
“Otherwise, it’s really going to be caught by this witch of yours.”

(End of chapter)