470.Chapter 468 467 The Letting Go of Torn Flesh

Chapter 468 467. the letting go of torn flesh

“What did you say? The second and third levels of defense were ignited? Ignited by what? Was it a large-scale war spell summoned by the vampire psychics?”

In the plague town, the flesh-tearing warlock who had gone to bed early because of his age was shaken awake by his panicked disciple to receive the bolt from the blue that the Transylvanians had attacked its defenses this night without warning and without any warning without any martial arts.

And a devastating attack at that.

This was evident by the panic that spread across his own apprentice’s ugly face, the scale of this night’s battle was not trivial.

Still, Torn Flesh couldn’t fathom why the Transylvanians possessed this level of battlefield destructive power all of a sudden; they had clearly only been able to gnaw down their own peripheral outposts before with the repeated and desperate onslaughts of their infantry.

“They’re using strange weapons!”

The jackal warlock who ran to report the incident described it in his own confused language:
“Those vampires had those explosive bombs that can start mass burns on their backs, and they took full advantage of the fact that they can fly, taking off from the deep ditch defenses outside that swamp and making their way across our outer layer.

Almost all of the posts along the way were set ablaze by their bombardment.

It happened so fast that our necromancers and knights had no time to react.

And the weapons they were using weren’t psionic items, the defense spells we had set up at the posts were very ineffective against that stuff, and those damned flames wouldn’t go out anytime soon after they ignited.

They would attach themselves to our skeletons and zombies and burn until they incinerated them until they were incapacitated.

They also have a very vicious ‘blooming bomb’ that doesn’t cause an incendiary explosion, but it’s like setting off fireworks, and any bit of it that sticks in the caged area will incapacitate a skeleton warrior.

Lord Torn Flesh!

Those cunning vampires have obviously developed corresponding weapons against our skeleton army, we’ve suffered heavy damage!”

“Then what do you intend for me to help you guys with?”

Torn Flesh was furious after hearing this description.

The Jackal Warlock said in an evil voice:
“The situation is already like this, can I just summon meteorites all over the sky to smash them all to death? Bastard! Can we still make contact with the necromancers and knights on the second and third levels of defense?”

“Yes, but not much.”

The warlock who reported the news shrunk his head and said:
“Only seven of the 45 necromancers and knights of the underworld we placed on the second and third levels are still able to contact us, the rest have been captured alive or killed, their souls returned to their respective lifeboxes.”

“In other words, the command system of the outer layers has been mostly destroyed?”

Torn Flesh had another headache.

The situation at hand was awkward.

Obviously there were still enough skeleton armies available on the periphery, obviously their power hadn’t been destroyed much, but they just couldn’t be commanded.

It was like a giant that had been lobotomized, still possessing the power to sweep the earth but only able to lie in their own lair in the posture of a suffocating vegetable, allowing those damned ants around them to run up and humiliate them.

Torn Flesh can, of course, give precise orders to the skeleton army in a certain area through the plague warlock tower, and even rely on the assistance of the mage tower to play the role of a “Witch King” when necessary, and use its own will to replace the subordinate command node to regroup the skeleton army to launch a counterattack.

But it can’t do that now.

For one thing, to perform such an operation would require the Flesh Tear to make itself a part of the technique, and it could not leave the manipulation core until the war was over.

It would make Torn Flesh a living target during this phase.

Honestly, he didn’t trust his ambitious apprentices to pass up this “good opportunity”, maybe he’d be attacked by these bastards the moment he entered the control maneuver, no, no maybe, his apprentices were really capable of such a thing!
Secondly, theoretically speaking, all the power of the entire Plague Town has already been “sold” to the “explorers” by tearing up the flesh, and it has nothing to do with whether the people here live or die.

This allows Torn Flesh to use a third-party perspective that is “none of its business” to calmly look at all of this.

It quickly came to a frightening conclusion.

That is, tonight’s bombardment is only the first step in the Transylvanians’ war of extermination against Plague Town, in the case of the paralyzed outer two layers of defenses, those intrepid Transylvanian barbarians will definitely kill the last layer of defenses, and the Skeleton Army that is roaming around will not be able to deal with them at all.

Perhaps the swamp war would end at a faster pace than he had imagined? And at the moment, the hope of victory didn’t seem to be on the Jackals’ side.

Torn Flesh narrowed his eyes.

He knew it was time for him to pack up.

But he wasn’t going to run, instead he was going to push everything he had carefully planned into the next phase.

He had gotten himself the remains of the King of Biting Bones, but he wasn’t satisfied; after all, the sacred place of creation was right in front of him and he had already been in there once, so who could be willing to let it go just like that?

“You go, the outer defenses are hopeless, let the warlocks of the town enter the last layer of defense to hold on! I’ll be here to prepare a ‘surprise’ for the Transylvanians.”

Torn Flesh made a decision and gave an order to the warlock in front of him.

It’s complete abandonment of the outer defenses made it’s apprentice’s eyes go round.

Crap, is this a swing?

The two-layer defense line and those posts holding key positions that took so long to build were just going to be abandoned?

It’s obvious that we only need to send out troops to take down the guard posts, and once the two armies engage in battle, how can those timid Sangha be a match for the Skeleton Army that won’t be afraid? Are you old man crazy?
“What are you looking at! Go carry out the order!”

Torn Flesh glared grimly at the dumbass who was still in a daze.

With a jolt, the latter didn’t dare to stay any longer, pulled his hood and turned around to limp out.

After that guy who was full of slander left, Torn Flesh tapped the Soul Decay Staff in his hand on the ground, and in a surge of spiritual energy, he blocked the windows of this place and activated the boundary that prevented prying eyes from eavesdropping.

After doing so, Torn Flesh stumbled to the core of his area.

It activated the earth-colored crystal that hovered in front of it.

This thing was the core of the psychic defense system of this mage tower and the entire town, but it wasn’t made by the jackals themselves.

This style and this color of protective crystal was clearly from the hands of the Earth Priests of the Silver Dwarves, the only ones skilled enough to carve so many uncanny patterns into the gemstone and shape it into the core of a mage tower without destroying the integrity of the gem.

In fact, this is a unique skill of the silver dwarves, more than 70% of the mage towers on this continent are designed and built by the silver dwarves of Gaia priests, I think that when the mage tower under the feet of the tearing meat hundreds of years ago was not yet abandoned, there should be a group of silver dwarves stationed here.

With the light ringing of the crystal, Torn Flesh contacted his apprentice, Crippled Claw, who was still busy in the construction tower.

It asked:
“My most gifted disciple, tell me, how long will it take for our ‘king’ to awaken?”

“I don’t know!”

Crippled Claw gave a lousy answer.

But that didn’t mean that the corpse constructor was teasing and joking, in fact Crippled Claw really didn’t know as it replied insanely:

“In order to provide my king with a sufficient source of power, I stuffed all the vampire hearts I had on hand into its body.

This method is effective, and the power from Midnight is currently flowing through my king’s desiccated carapace, but even the operation of nearly twenty vampire hearts fused together will not be able to power this heavenly golden body for a long period of time!
I can’t guarantee that my king will be able to have the same combat power he had in life when he awakens, I can only do as much as I can to enhance the destructive power for it.

Tearing the flesh, I needed some of the venom of the Ninkinanka to act as the ‘blood’ that flowed through my king’s dried up body, the venom of those legendary creatures would not only provide my king with abundant power, but also give it the ability to manipulate toxin corrosion and toxin rain again.

No matter who you’re going to use it against, with these abilities you’ll be able to achieve your goals much faster!

Bring it to me!

And if you can, find me some more powerful vampire hearts.

Ah, what a perfect material for our short time! If I had just a little more time, this would definitely be the most perfect masterpiece of my life!”

“It’s a shame there isn’t that much time left.”

Torn Flesh heard that Crippled Claw was making good progress and instantly relaxed a lot in its mind, it let out a long breath and said:

“I’ll send those fresh venoms over, you grab the last moments to get my king back in the fight, we need the greatest alpha of the jackals to fight one more time for it’s unworthy heirs.

YES.

One last time. By the way, you’ve been trying to awaken my king’s body, what about its soul? Without the soul of the King of Biting Bones, this body can’t achieve true greatness.”

“Summoning doesn’t come back, Torn Flesh.”

This time, even though Crippled Claw was insane, his words brought with them a strong depression.

It said:

“I’ve tried thirteen ways, and I’ve tried all the rituals of the Soul Summoning Technique in the Spectral Magic Codex you gave me, but the soul of my king that fell into the Underworld didn’t respond at all, it was as if it wasn’t in the Underworld at all, which is an extremely rare situation.

Tear the flesh
Tell me, do you think my king’s soul is still wandering in the world of the living?”

Hearing Crippled Claw’s question, Torn Flesh’s heart thumped.

A rather alarming conjecture immediately surfaced in its mind, if the King of Biting Bones ended up falling in the Land of the Creator, would there be a possibility that the soul of the King of Biting Bones was still trapped in the same place right now as well?

Maybe that’s why that damn explorer wouldn’t allow himself to follow him into the depths of the Creator’s Land.
The sons of bitches of Dusk wanted to trap the greatest soul of the Jackal One to force it to serve them.

Ah, shit!

Torn Flesh clenched his claws.

It felt like it might have guessed a hint of the “truth”, but there was no way it could tell Crippleclaw about the Land of Creation.

This guy’s brain had already been completely broken, and God knows whether he would spread this news all over the place.
Thus facing Crippled Claw’s inquiry, Torn Meat pondered for a moment before saying:
“I don’t know, after all, I’m just an ordinary Jackal Warlock, I don’t know much about the mysteries of death, perhaps only the priests from the Moon Holy City can answer this question for you.

Well, missing souls is missing souls, anyway, as long as the Golden Body can move it’s enough.

You keep busy and wait for my news.”

After saying that, Torn Flesh immediately cut off the communication between the two Mage Towers, and it walked around in its “bedroom” with a kind of complex excitement.

In this instant, the Transylvanian’s attack, the threat of Plague Town, the change of control of the swamp, and other problems were all put behind him.

Since returning from the land of creation, Torn Flesh had become less and less concerned about these “earthly” matters; it was like a young man who had tasted the forbidden fruit, with his whole heart set on the transcendent things that people could not help pursuing.

After a few minutes of pondering, and making sure that all plans had been taken into account, Torn Meat picked up the pearl bracelet used to contact the explorers again.

It activated the thing and waited patiently for a response from the other party and began to speculate on what the hell the bastard was doing in the hallowed grounds of creation right now.

Was he studying obscure knowledge left behind by the Creator?

Or unearthing some ancient artifact powerful enough to change the world?
Ah, what a lucky son of a bitch!
But it didn’t matter, soon he would take over from the explorer in having an audience with the wonders of the Creator, as they jackals deserved!

With such aimless musings, it was several minutes before the communication was picked up.

The explorer on the other side was not angry at being interrupted, instead, he responded with interest:

“Ah, Your Excellency Torn Flesh, did something happen outside again? To be honest I don’t really care about the outside anymore, you are unaware that I have just learned to use the precision wonders of the Land of Creation, and prepared myself an unimaginably sumptuous dinner with that magical object.

My poor taste buds can’t even begin to describe the colorful flavors.

I also took the very unauthorized use of the private bathroom that was most likely reserved for the Lord Creator back then.

All I can tell you is that our Creator really knows how to enjoy life.”

“Huh?”

Torn Meat’s entire body would be blinded by this.

Using the Creator’s power to make dinner?
Using someone’s bathroom?
Blanch!
Do you have any fucking idea what the hell you’re doing?
In a holy place that is the closest thing to a real god in the world, not only do you not pursue that valuable knowledge, but you waste your time on these meaningless things?
You assholes really do have a way of taking death already!

I will kill you on behalf of the Great Creator!
A nameless fire ignited in the old body of the torn flesh, and it thought that if it was he who had obtained the qualification to see the land of creation, he would never have been so loose and indulgent.

Driven by this thought, the little bit of guilt that remained in Torn Flesh’s heart also disappeared.

It said in its own usual slow voice:
“You guessed it right, explorer, something’s going on out there. The Transians have attacked us with strange weapons, two of the three layers of defense have been paralyzed overnight, and they will probably reach the vicinity of Plague Town by tomorrow.

I have a pact with Lord Gen, and I have a pact with you, and I will put all the forces under my command at your disposal, but if you don’t come back to preside over the situation, I’m afraid that you won’t be able to receive any decent forces afterward.

You see, I’ve got the remains of the King of Biting Bones after all, and I can leave anytime I want”

“They’re coming? So soon?”

The explorer’s side took on a hint of caution in his constant chewing of something, as he clicked on some sort of crisp snack-like contraption and asked:
“So, please tell me, is Lord Murphy among them?”

“How should I know?”

Torn Meat grunted and said:
“But my disciples have monitored the activities of the Natural Tree People in the swamp, and there are many vampires roaming recklessly in the darkness, so I guess the odds are that that lord will be here; this is, after all, a raid executed by a concentration of his elite.

He deserves to be there for something this big.”

“Very well, I will prepare to return.”

The explorer replied dryly:
“Anyway, the cracking program has been activated, and we won’t get a result for a while, and I’ll only be able to enjoy the good life of this depravity if I stay here, so maybe it’s time to move my arms and legs.

Tell your people to hold on, I’ll be there soon.

Plague Town is destined to be the burial place of Lord Murphy, and his death will delight my tantalizing but temperamental superiors, and indeed all of Dusk for my small victory.

The poor country mouse lord had already gotten us into a great deal of trouble, and God knows why his vampiric senses were always so precise in catching us in the act.

Ha, maybe it’s a natural offense, but it doesn’t really matter.

Lord Murphy will undoubtedly go down as the most stifled lord of the age, he should have had a storied life, but unfortunately, he messed with the wrong people.”

“Give me a specific time when you’ll be back so I can arrange my evacuation.”

Torn Flesh didn’t hide his purpose at all, speaking in the ramrod straight and gruff tone expected of a jackal:

“This place is about to be in ruins in the great battle between you and the vampires, and I don’t intend to be buried with you.”

“Two days, maybe three at the most.”

The explorer reverted to his previous relaxed and prodigal stance as he clicked his tongue and chewed, speaking to Torn Meat:
“I’ll let you know before I get there, by the way, do you want me to bring you some of the Creator’s boredom-relieving snacks? This stuff is truly ‘food of the gods’ in a symbolic sense.

This stuff called ‘chips’ is really good, and I highly recommend you try it.

The Creator filled His ‘bottomless pit’ of snack cans with this stuff.

All kinds of flavors .
You see, the Creator loves this snack and so do I, so doesn’t that make me no different from the Creator?”

“Tyranny! Hubris! Insanity!”

The disgust in Torn Flesh’s heart rose higher and higher as he heard the explorer compare himself to the Creator.

Did this asshole really know what he was talking about?

How dare he denigrate the God who created the world like that, with such disrespect and even a blasphemous tone!
And so on!

Torn Flesh suddenly blinked.

It seemed to have inadvertently figured out a very important point; Dusk was bent on seeing the world destroyed, so the real enemy of these guys was the power left behind by the Creator.

The explorer wasn’t looking for the land of creation for knowledge at all, he was just looking to destroy it!
Ha!
So that’s how it works.

Ah, great Creator, grant me the strength of this aging jackal, bless my actions, and watch how I will severely punish this asshole cultist for destroying your majesty in your most great name.

Yes!

There’s a difference between evil and wickedness!
And it Torn Flesh, for once, will stand on the unparalleled moral high ground to mete out justice to the damnedest of bastards!
Well, what a great view from this moral high ground, no wonder so many people like to stand here and point their fingers at the whole world.

(End of chapter)