480.Chapter 478: 477 Murphy’s Gold Challenge Attempt Episode

Chapter 478 477.Murphy’s Golden Challenge – Attempted Episode
The King of Biting Bones, this was a guy that no one who had studied a little bit of history would be able to recognize.

Although the fourth black disaster has ended a century ago, but that disaster brought heavy damage to the continent has not yet recovered, whether it is the Kingdom of the Golden Bird Flower or Nordoff’s territory has a lot of large area and abandoned “no man’s land”, those are the fourth black disaster had ravaged the place.

Those are the places where the Fourth Black Plague had ravaged. That is the memorial of the old days and history, but also a silent accusation against the disaster.

In the fourth black plague, the jackal warlocks had used a vicious plague that had caused many war zones on the continent to remain uninhabited to this day, and no one had any doubt that in this black plague, the jackals would do the same thing again.

Nothing more evil could be done a second time without more heartache.

The first time could be called an accident, but the second time must be a choice!

In short, as the originator of the plague that once plagued the entire continent, the image of the King of Biting Bones must be remembered by future generations.

Both Miriam and Colonel Fraser had said that there was a detailed description of the appearance of the King of Biting Bones in their history textbooks when they were studying in Chardonnay Harbor.

It was a jackal of incomparable size!
Taller than the strongest brute soldier, with naturally terrifyingly sharp claws and teeth that could bite through almost any steel, the King of Biting Bones possessed one of the most luxurious hides and most beautiful tails amongst the Jackals.

Judging by the illustrations in the textbooks alone, this particular Jackal has almost escaped the image of a barbarian, and any Outlander can sense in that illustration the majesty as well as the beauty of the power possessed by the King of Biting Bones.

Those illustrations that were circulated extremely widely were naturally available in the library of the Scarlet Cloister, and Murphy had read those books more than once after learning that the Black Plague was coming.

He also knew the image of the King of Biting Bones very well.

But to be honest, the “Bone Biting King” that appeared in front of his eyes now could not be said to be exactly the same as the image in the legend, but could only be said to have no resemblance at all.

Murphy below the “king of jackals” does have a huge skeleton, so that it stands straight almost as tall as an ogre, which is higher than the dark mountain jackal barbarians two heads, has been considered a jackal race in the “giant species”.

If you put Hogg in front of him, the poor Bloodclaw Chief would probably be as tall as the crotch of the King of Bones.

It’s like the difference between a fart and a cast can.

But besides that, the King of Bones no longer had any trace of its former “kingly demeanor” to speak of, and its shriveled corpse had been filled with something, and even though it had regained its full and violent size, its skin had developed an uncontrollable corrosive festering of evil and filth.

Even from some of the wounds a strange fluorescent green and red color could be seen flickering out of the carapace.

The original sharp bone claws of the undead that had been undead and reawakened were once again inflated by the strange power, making the claws of the King of Biting Bones as horrific as a shuriken scimitar, and what’s worse is the green light wrapped around those claws.

It was as if it had been enchanted with the effect of “poison +3”.

In addition, the biggest feature of the King of Bones is the layer of strange shadows that wrap around it when it moves, which Murphy is very familiar with.

This is the “Cloak of Shadows” that vampires need to put up in order to avoid being burned when moving in the sunlight, but the shadows around this King of Bones has become a substantial “domain boundary”, which not only avoids direct sunlight, but also brings this strange corpse The shadow not only protects it from direct sunlight, but also brings this monstrous corpse reinforcement and blessing under the shadows.

From the scarlet light flashing out from the eye sockets of the dry corpse-like face of the king of bone biters, it was not difficult to judge its “source of power” at this time.

Murphy finally realized what Crippled Claw had done with the vampire hearts he had acquired from Hogg.
This asshole constructor, actually really transplanted the vampire’s power into the corpse, and also transplanted it so successfully that the King of Bones actually possessed strong vampire characteristics after he was resurrected.

The material used for its resurrection was a wolfsbane vampire’s heart, which meant that the monster in front of him possessed the enhancement of a wolf bat, making the already troublesome creature even more threatening.

Just by looking at its confrontation with the swamp serpent like a roaring beast of death, it was clear that the mad genius of Crippled Claw had restored the dead man’s power to his former life.

Definitely not so much that this skeleton that had been dead for a hundred years had recovered to its full strength of the golden rank, but it was definitely enough to reach the edge of that layer of power.

This was also evident from the feedback of the Scrying Spell that Murphy had thrown onto the King of Biting Bones:
Name: [King of Biting Bone] Philip Biting Bone

Rank: Level 40 – Body of Gold – Suture Constructor
Occupation: ????
Status: Soulless Body – Poisonous Corrosion – Underworld Enhancement – Midnight Blessing – Resurrection Weakness
Rating: Extremely Dangerous

Character Description:

[It roars, but that rage is not only out of rest being disturbed, but also out of blasphemous helplessness O vampire, send it on its way].

“Easy for you to say! What can I, a mere black iron vampire, do to send a gold-ranked undead to rest in peace? Even if it’s just an undead soul that was temporarily awakened.”

Murphy spat viciously.

However, he still drew his staff sword and prepared to intervene in the increasingly intense death match that was going on.

The swamp serpent that was supposed to destroy the warlock tower under the lure of the giant egg would have been entangled, and the frantic attacks from the out-of-control golden bones of the dead had made it sense the threat to its life level, and it had to put aside its instinct to protect its pups for a while.

According to reason, the severely injured legendary creature against the golden warrior was an unfair battle, but the weakness of the king of the biting bone made it impossible for it to end the fight as soon as possible.

The battle between a large and a small dangerous skeleton level BOSS had actually become a bizarre tug-of-war, and he keenly realized that he didn’t seem to be without a fighting chance.

However, all of this was still too early for the current player.

Whether it was the King of Biting Bones or Ninjenanka was not a force they could touch with, just a moment ago, the Giant Sharkbear tried to jump in and pick up a leak, but ended up being divided by the King of Biting Bones with a claw just as he approached.

The bald vampire martial monk even used the life preservation technique of strengthening his self with the martial monk’s qi that was taught by Lord Turner, but he still didn’t even have a chance to escape by transforming into a bat.

Such a quick and easy kill caused the others to stop thinking, they thought that this outrageous damage must be a “plot kill”, so they took advantage of the fight between the giant snake and the King of Bone Biters and started to rush the Warlock Tower that was already on the verge of collapse.

In this chaotic mess, the Plague Clan’s Jackal Warlocks completely lost their will to fight to the end, and started to run away, but the players didn’t allow them to leave alive.

In the chaotic collapse of the plague town everywhere in the battle, this will not care about what high-end players or newcomers to the difference between the scattered, anyway, chaotic to see the monster on the rush absolutely no problem.

Plague Town’s iron wall was reduced to nothing at this moment, and Crippled Claw couldn’t care less about anything else in order to escape.

Crazy constructors released all the strange constructs in their towers, like a “big exhibition of dead creatures”, making the already chaotic town even more chaotic.

“Phineas, do a bind!”

Murphy looked at the battlefield below, and called for Missy to enter and clean it up.

The Warlock Tower, which had been impacted several times by the swamp serpent, had been temporarily misplaced in its maneuvering of psychic energy, and was freed up without Missy needing to maintain psychic countermeasures any longer.

Understanding Murphy’s meaning, she raised a wall of scarlet psychic energy towards the tower, temporarily blocking those screaming and dangerous constructs, leaving enough time for the players to break through the Warlock Tower.

“Murphy, don’t go down there! That gold-ranked undead bone is dangerous!”

Missy didn’t forget to warn:
“I know you can defeat a silver rank enemy, but this is not an opponent on the same level as the others, let the giant snake consume it! Those vampire hearts can’t support a gold rank undead bone for too long in a battle of this intensity.”

“Of course I know that.”

Murphy responded:
“It’s precisely because it can’t sustain a battle of this intensity for too long that I intend to experience what it’s like to fight a Gold ranked enemy in advance. What’s more, it seems that our Giant Snake can’t hold up any longer.

This poor fellow is already too weak, and if I don’t think of a way, it might actually die here.”

“That’s a legendary creature, Murphy!”

Missy said helplessly:
“The life and death of this level of life is no longer up to you, don’t do anything reckless, count me as begging you.”

“It was true in the past, but now I realize that it might still really have something to do with me.”

Murphy sighed.

It wasn’t like he was talking nonsense
You see, the Swamp Giant Snake lived in the forbidden zone and had stayed there for over a thousand years, and there was apparently an “optional exploration area” over there that had been reserved for Alpha by the suspected [DATA DELETED] Creator.

If there is no relationship between the two, Murphy can perform a 3,600 degree upside down flip for ten and a half weeks on the spot to show Missy. Unfortunately, this is a secret that cannot be revealed to others.

“Tris is already on her way, I need to make sure that this desecrated undead bone doesn’t interfere with the battle that’s currently going well.”

Murphy let out a long breath, and as he watched the king of the bone-biters below him climb up Ninkinanka’s badly injured back and prepare to rip open the fatal wound, he no longer hesitated, and folded his wings and slammed down on the snarling serpent in the most classic of all “death airborne” swipes.

“Bang!”

The claws of the King of Bones tore through the poisoned flesh and blood, and just as he was about to devour the hungry creature, he was struck by a shadow.

After the powerful Wolf’s Kiss Slash, the King of Jackals’ body was unsteadily thrown off the ground by the struggling serpent, and Murphy followed up with another Night Bat Charge, which was easily blocked by the Golden Bone with incredible agility, and delivered a fatal counterattack.

It missed, though.

Murphy dodged the claw with a perfect swarm of bats and revealed himself ten paces away in a flurry of smaller bats, as the Necessary Evil came whistling in with a wagging head and was sent flying with a claw from the King of Biting Bones.

The two stood on either side of the place where Ninkinanka’s blood dripped and corrupted.

Standing opposite each other in the shadow of the behemoth, before they could attack again, the giant serpent roared and unleashed an earthquake spell ripping cracks in the ground in the center of Plague Town.

The masonry splash sent Murphy flying into the air looking around for an enemy, but he was caught unawares by the wolf’s claws coming from behind, and the golden bones of the dead broke the defense with a single blow, the sharp claws piercing Murphy’s shoulder and carrying him to the earth as if he were a shooting star.

Only three moves, Murphy will bleed.

Obviously, even the weak golden skeleton is not an enemy he can deal with now, not to mention that there is a swamp serpent constantly in the chaos of the attack to give him trouble.

The two crashed into the ground just in time to be captured by Ninkinanka, and the giant serpent with rage in its eyes opened its mouth about to spew out deadly toxins to bury the damned undead along with the just as nasty vampire!
It was at this moment that the muffled sound of cannons echoed as twenty gold-fueled shells fell into the chaotic plague town in an almost sweeping motion, eight of them hitting the rickety warlock tower and the remaining twelve hitting the giant snake’s carapace, which was so large that it was almost impossible to miss.

Such attacks were meaningless against the jeweled scales of the giant snake.

However, I don’t know whether it was the luck of the Goldenrod Artillerymen or the Giant Serpent’s luck that was particularly bad today, but two of the shells actually hit the wounds on its back in a good way, and the explosions set off the flesh and blood that made Ninjiranka’s agonizing cry of grief resonate through the skies, and also knocked the venomous rain that was waiting to be unleashed back into its throat.

“Good shot!”

Colonel Fraser, who was watching from the hill outside the town with his telescope in hand, waved his fist fiercely as he shouted:

“Dunn! You hit the damn thing right! I’m going to give you credit for that! But now put away your stupid grin and tell your artillery to keep shooting! Ron, you go help too! Today we will raise the glory of the Goldfinch over this swamp!

We’ll make the king and our family proud of us!
Neither the Stuff of Legends nor some damned King of Biting Bones can break our courage!”

Major Ron would take off his own hat and slam it to the ground as he did so, pushing aside the gunner of one of the cannons to take up the fight himself as he grabbed the arithmetic treasure beads to view the mewing giant serpent as he shouted:

“Fuck! This is where warriors should be! Marshal Loren and my old man would surely clock this place too!
Fuck!
I realized I actually like Transylvania, I wouldn’t have a chance to get involved in something like this anywhere else, keep fighting me!

Until we run out of shells!
Those Transylvanian barbarians’ lines are in jeopardy. They need our firepower. We can’t let them underestimate us!

Keep shooting!”

“Boom.”

Another round of artillery slashed across the sky, barely adjusting the angle of fire allowing this round to blossom into more flames on the giant serpent.

Sparing the legendary creature’s power, it was somewhat overwhelmed under the continuous weakening and heavy injuries it had sustained over this period of time.

But this was a good thing.

Without the interference of the Angry Giant Serpent, Lord Murphy on the ground could finally devote himself to fighting this dangerous Golden Dead Bone without any distractions.

Murphy regarded this as a “trial” for himself.

He wanted to see how much he could improve on his sword skills. It was impossible to defeat the golden skeleton, but at least he couldn’t be killed by it in seconds, right?

Murphy is very clear, he does not need to defeat the king of the bone biting, he only need to stall for time to achieve victory.

This was a golden body!

And now what was providing it with the power to move was just twenty vampire hearts that had been fused together, wasn’t this the same as stuffing twenty number five batteries into the engine of a tank and trying to drive it to the Battle of Kursk?
You can’t build a tank like that, even if you have a polymer ring!

Just the battle to the 187th second, was broken defense several times Murphy obviously feel the king of the bone bite strength, speed and reaction have obvious decline, originally can not lock the attack can be barely blocked, and even in the latter’s stiff “skill aftershock” vampire can take the time to play a counterattack.

At the same time, the rickety warlock tower did not know what was happening, the screams of the crippled claw rang out from it, and it frantically called out to the king of the biting bone to protect it.

The mandatory call from the necromancer was too much for the dead creature to disobey, and the Golden Bone, which had the upper hand, was immediately about to turn around and charge into the Warlock Tower, but the outbursts of scarlet streams of light coupled with the desolate howls of the Star Realm Wolves signaled that Murphy wasn’t going to let it go just like that.

The Blood League Knights, who were known for their expertise in defensive counterattacks, sanctioned a sword fight against the golden dead bones one more time, and the Vampire Lord in the posture of a master stood firm as he touched the wound on his shoulder and took a look at the horrific wounds that had been pulled out of his body armor, then spat out:
“This old Edward’s craftsmanship isn’t good either! Not to mention the fact that your handmade body armor can’t block the broken claws of the Bone Biting King, how come it can’t even resist the venomous corrosion of a mere Legendary Creature?

Is this the best leatherworker in the continent?

This level of false advertising is really enough! Must apply for after-sales and complain about that old man.

However if the source of your current power is a vampire’s heart, doesn’t that mean that if something can make a vampire feel pain, then you’ll be countered just the same?”

Murphy tilted his head back and looked at the golden undead bones in front of him that were moving those razor-sharp claws and beast-like grumps ready to pounce again, and he said softly:

“Femis, do me a favor, old tactic!”

“Huh?”

Missy froze for a moment, then responded.

With a wave of nostalgia, she scurried up high into the air and pointed the Night Whistling Staff in her hand towards the sky.

A stored-up psychic energy blast blasted into the sky, dispersing the year-round hazy smoke over Plague Town, allowing the noonday sunlight at this time to spill over the land of Plague Town like a waterfall.

This blow caused a pillar of light with a religious meaning to appear on the hazy battlefield that was filled with the flavor of war and chaos, and where a bloodbath was being staged.

It was like the arm of God falling into the ground from a high altitude, and the reflection of that light and shadow was so marvelous that it even made the distant Goldfinch artillerymen who were aiming to shell the Legendary Giant Serpent and the Warlock Tower look dumbfounded for a moment.

Those members of the Church of Avalon who were pouring into the battlefield of Plague Town were even unable to resist chanting the name of their god.

They saw it as guidance from the gods, thus dispelling more fear in their hearts and becoming highly demoralized.

In the center of the place where the sun shines, Murphy, who is suffering from the sunlight, skillfully puts a mask over his face to avoid his handsome face from being burned.

Looking at the golden dead bones in front of him who curled up their bodies when they were exposed to direct sunlight, and whose decaying fur was breeding channels of flying ash, he said:

“It seems that Crippled Claw’s remodeling craft is not good either, not only did it not allow you to obtain the true essence of the Midnight Blessing, but it also allowed you to add several weaknesses out of nowhere. The so-called mystery of death is nothing more than that.

The rest you sought and longed for is in my hands, and I will grant it to you mercifully, as the true end to all the legends about you.

Whether you were once noble or lowly, whether you were once great or despicable, since you are already dead, do not interfere in the world of the living!”

(End of chapter)