483. Chapter 481: 480 “Alpha Legacy” Collection Progress 1
Chapter 481: 480: “Alpha Legacy” Collection Progress +1
To be honest, the metal staff Murphy got was rather strange in shape.
At least to the eyes of Tris, a psychic energy master, this thing was very different from all the styles that were currently popular or had been popular before on the entire continent.
It could hardly even be described as an actual staff.
It was more like some kind of strange engineering work that had been assembled and molded in a halfling’s machine shop than the classic medium used by psionics to cast spells.
The long metal rod was lined from end to end with seven special devices of unknown use, three of which had been activated, the one at the top looked like an “antenna” wrapped around an electromagnetic coil, the third module rotated slowly on the main rod like a positioning device, and the fifth module, which had just been broken by the tearing of flesh, was a “switch”. “Switch”.
These three activated modules together form a special device, perhaps this is the reason why this “metal staff” can instantly and without warning open the star world rift?
Murphy didn’t know whether his guess was right or not, he was still busy combing through the text prompts that had just popped into his field of vision:
“Administrator Alpha has accessed [Data Deletion] legacy item. Item identification in database search match complete, nomenclature ready!
The item’s specific properties are as follows:
Name: Creator’s Legacy – Vanguard
Specific classification: Self-service multi-functional information storage and reading and personal psychic security device
Quality: Miraculous Creation
Characteristics: Multi-form – Psionic Adaptation – Never Wears Out
Weapon Effects:
I. Astral Guide Staff Form:
Dimensional search, phase indication and subsequent manipulation of the Astral Plane is achieved by activating the first, third and fifth modules.
The user in this form can ignore dimensional obstructions and send a designated target to specified coordinates in the Astral Plane and perform safe or unsecured teleportation while consuming the device’s built-in energy.
It is also possible to send oneself into the Astral Plane with preset landing and return coordinates.
Tip!
The safety of teleportation in this form depends on the maintenance of spatial rules by the “Creation Engine” on the Astral Plane, and it is not recommended to send yourself to the Astral Plane due to the destruction of the “Creation Engine” at this time.
Tip!
After performing a teleportation operation in this form, the Wanxiang Device will enter a state of energy storage, and the number of times it can be used is 2 times/24 hours.
Tip!
Performing a teleportation operation in this form consumes the built-in energy of the Vientiane Device, the energy module is currently close to depletion, please find a recharging device to recharge the device immediately.
II. Matter Realm Self-Defense Form:
By activating the fourth and sixth modules, the Matterworld Device can be reorganized into an attack form, which can be adjusted according to the user’s preset stance, but since the weapon is classified as a ‘self-defense device’, the fixed weapon type is a long-range weapon.
In this form, the user can maneuver the Manifestation Device for precision sniping and suppression of fire against targets, and will use the user’s psionic pool as an ammo chamber to fire psionic projectiles with various destructive effects.
In this form, the Vanguard Device will have effects such as [Obstacle Penetration], [Aiming Lock], and [Breath Shielding], and if necessary, the Vanguard Device will be able to perform automatic defense and cruise fire.
Tip!
Currently the Manifestation Device records a long-range weapon form as:
Conventional-Rotary Pistol Form.
Conventional-Assault/Precision Energy Rifle Form.
Advanced-Fixed Autonomous Sentry Turret form.
Advanced – Semi-fixed Magnetic Field Cannon form. [This form requires expansion software packet support and is not available at this time].
Advanced – God’s Scepter Form [This form requires physical hardware support, not available at this time].
Ultimate-Conventional Annihilator Cannon Form [This form requires Creator Energy Stage, Muddy Sky Navigator, and other advanced physical hardware support, not available at this time].
III. Information Storage and Reading Form:
By activating the Seventh Module you can put the Universal Device into its native working form.
In this form, the Universal Picture Unit will be bound to the administrator’s system and can be used as an activation “key” for accessing all data stations left behind by [data deletion].
In this form, once accessed, the Universal Image Device will automatically gain access to all Creator Data Stations and Creator Units for the Administrator Alpha.
Tip!
Activation of this feature requires Administrator Alpha to complete a psychic energy binding with the Universal Image Device, an operation that requires DNA reading and consciousness binding within an undamaged Creator facility.
IV. Exploration Form:
The Wanxiang Device has a built-in Memory Combination Core, which allows it to perform a variety of personal security functions through the constant combination of its seven modules, as well as more complex functions by finding different components in the various Creator Units left behind by [Data Deletion].
Tip!
The advancement and auto-upgrade functions of the “Wanxiang” unit are currently locked.
Administrator Alpha is requested to retrieve the matching “Muddy Sky” device as soon as possible to complete the unlocking of privileges, in order to ensure that administrators have the most basic personal self-protection capabilities in the dangerous battlefield against the Creator’s enemies.
Hints!
The last return of the “Muddy Sky” device is inside the “Creator’s Legacy – Eye of the Governor” device, which needs to be disassembled for use.
Requirements: The Astral Guide Staff requires a certain level of knowledge of the astral realm, while all other forms require administrator privileges.
Manufactured by: [Data Deleted] – Artifact Sequence Number 2
Item Description:
Congratulations on finding an ‘Alpha Legacy’, you see, as I told you before, I left you some ‘goodies’ to help you better fulfill your duties as an Administrator.
But when you get your hands on them, it doesn’t just mean that you’ve got your very own plug-in, it also means that you’ve officially embarked on the path of confrontation with my enemies.
I know it’s hard!
But I also know it’s not hard for you.
I can’t say much in this reserved message, but I guess those cute little creatures of the star world will tell you the forgotten truth instead of me, if they’re all still safe and alive when you awaken.
You’ll have to be careful, though!
Beasts are always elusive, I mean, they’re not always your friends when you’re not strong enough.
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[Data Deletion]
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“What you left me looks pretty dope, and it actually does look pretty dope, but the problem is that it’s already in the hands of the Jackals, and it’s still in the hands of the Jackals who took it from the Cultists. Doesn’t that mean that all those things you were supposed to leave me have been taken by the cultists?
Shit!
You’re really not up to snuff as a Creator.”
Murphy held this miraculous creation called “All Elements” in his hand, he spat harshly and activated a certain modular device on the staff in the watchful eyes of Tris next to him, allowing it to realize a super magical “shape change” in Murphy’s hand.
It was a scene that Tris had never seen before.
All the parts of the metal staff were moving in a kind of combination that followed the sense of precision mechanics, and in a few seconds it turned from a one-meter-long metal staff into a black square metal box half the size of Murphy’s hand under the reorganization of the internal core.
It was then strung up by a silk thread Murphy took out of his psychic bag and tied it to his wrist.
Like a very special ornament.
“So what the hell is this?”
Tris asked in a measured tone:
“How do you know how to operate it? Did you just say that it’s a key left behind by the Creator? So the Subspace Shadow that gave you mysterious powers before is actually the Creator?”
“I don’t know how to explain it to you, but perhaps the truth is as you say.”
Murphy glanced at the mysterious corridor in front of him that led into the mountain, and he took a few steps forward to step into it, but he got a prompt on his character card:
[The management office of the Swamp Ecological Protection and Exhibition Area is currently in a state of ‘martial law purge’ due to the theft of internal collections, suspending all visitors from entering! The end time of the purge is 72 hours.
“Can’t get in, have to wait for three days’ time for this place to reopen.”
Murphy turned back to Tris:
“It seems that Torn Flesh did ‘illegally’ bring something out of this Land of Creation, and I have good reason to suspect that that guy may have actually found the legendary ‘Secret Collection of the King of Bitten Bones’.
However, I can’t understand why the King of Biting Bones would be involved with the Land of Creation hidden deep in the swamp?
Could it be that the King of Bitten Bones also holds some of the secrets of the Creator?”
“Perhaps, the rise of the King of Bitten Bones was already a mystery.”
Tris said, shaking her head:
“To this day, no one knows the exact origin of the King of Biting Bones or its true identity, but what I’m more curious about is that there actually is a Creator’s relic in the Filthy Swamp? I thought that kind of place was only found in the Land of Origin.
I also tried to sneak into the Sanghai people’s Temple of Creation in the center of the Great Desert back when I was hiding there to steal the mysteries of death, and I was almost blown to death by a blast from one of their sun ships.
But what amazes me more is why the Creator would choose a vampire to embody His majesty. Shouldn’t the Songhai people, who pride themselves on being ‘the Creator’s favorite children,’ have been chosen?”
“Perhaps the Songhai are not as beloved children of the Creator as they claim to be.” Murphy looked at the animagus device dangling from his wrist as he narrowed his eyes and whispered:
“Perhaps it’s possible that the vampires are closer to the Creator than the Songhai people are to that legendary god. Tris, we’ll have to come back here again in three days.
Just you and me!
Just the two of us coming.
I have a feeling we could find something quite extraordinary in this relic of creation, and now is not the time to bring them back to light.”
“If that’s what the Creator left you, Murph, then I shouldn’t have come.”
Tris said, shaking her head:
“I’m sure the Creator’s greatness left some sort of identification system, and me following you here could get you in trouble.”
“If He won’t let you in, then neither will I.”
Murphy shrugged and said:
“Don’t be afraid, Tris, maybe the Creator in your eyes is actually just ordinary people . I mean, he or they may possess powers strong enough to change the heavens and the earth, but their personalities are no different from ordinary people.
Well, that kind of humanization is really reassuring.
Let’s go.
Let’s go back to Plague Town.
We still need to clean up the mess over there. Not to mention, that golden dead bone needs a spiritual master like you to handle it properly.
I don’t really feel comfortable leaving it to someone else.”
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“Hoo, hoo.”
A low panting sound echoed in the corner of a barren red land.
The Jackal Warlock Torn Flesh, who had fled from the Star Realm to this place, had just treated his broken hand with the herbs he had found from the neighborhood; the damned slash of the magical sword had made it impossible for his wounds to heal in a short period of time, and he could only stop the bleeding in this crude way.
However, the pain in the body was nothing compared to the satisfaction in the mind.
Tearing flesh hurt though.
But it would maintain a frown and smile that was very different from its usual grim stance, even if it had lost the metal staff that would allow it to enter the land of creation.
“I got it!”
It once again touched the irregularly shaped object in the traveling bag behind it.
The old jackal’s heart burst with joy.
It leaned on its own bone staff and climbed up to a high place to distinguish its surroundings and direction, and after confirming that this was the Deserted Mountain, Torn Flesh once again breathed a sigh of relief.
Very well!
From here all the way to the southeast, it only needed to cross a few lines of defense formed by the Blood League Knights and their Servants to return to the Jackals’ sphere of influence.
Having taken back the Jackals’ civilization tablet itself meant that it could shape a second King of Biting Bones with its own hands!
It was.
Torn Flesh had fully understood the source of the King of Biting Bones’ power, and it already knew what it would take to properly lead the scattered Jackals back to power.
“What Lord of the Hunt and what Twilight are all false! Only the greatness of the Creator can help the Jackals remake the world and establish a dynasty for all time!”
Torn Flesh endured the pain and summoned a death warhorse from the Underworld Plane to carry itself furiously towards its destination as it mused on its horse:
“I must begin to proclaim the majesty of the Creator this time when I return, I must make my fellow countrymen understand this truth, that the Creator’s light has never left this world, and that those foolish Sanghai people are by no means the only favored ethnicity.
Yes!
Just need to get the right approach!
All that is needed is to take the relics of creation in the swamp in one fell swoop in the Black Plague, and I shall myself show my poor foolish countrymen the ways and means to immortality and greatness.
The gods of the astral realm are not worthy of worship at all; only the Creator is the ultimate destination for us all.”
Obviously, after a trip to the land of creation and successfully brought back the jackal’s holy relics of torn meat in their own short “pilgrimage” has been completely conquered by the greatness of the Creator, the former plague warlock has become the Creator’s most loyal “licking dog”.
However, it should not be ridiculed for its ignorance, after all, the torn meat is one of the few beings in this era that has truly seen the majesty of the Creator.
If this were to be placed in the old religious system, Torn Flesh would have to be recognized as a “saint”.
However, Torn Flesh’s escape from death at the hands of Tris was very unlucky.
It had thought of crossing the Blood League Knights’ defense line in the Deserted Mountain from a remote area, and it had already conceived several plans to cross the border, and on the way, it even contacted the jackal clans in the Mossy Valley, requesting them to send their elites to receive themselves and welcome the holy relics back immediately.
But before it could actually reach the defense line it encountered a truly big problem.
“Ow ow ow!”
A horrible low growl rang out from the bare earth nearby, causing Torn Flesh, who was contemplating the big question, to snap out of it.
It pulled on the reins of its death warhorse and looked around in disbelief.
Why did this strange roar sound so familiar? It seemed like he had heard it somewhere before! And why was the undead creature like the Death Warhorse at its hip shaking like a sieve?
Did something scare it?
A few seconds later, Torn Flesh saw a behemoth suddenly rush out from the wasteland at the end of its vision.
The guy had a black scaly carapace and robust hooves, terrifying claws with a vicious burning tail, and the most terrifying thing was that the guy had three heads, and six eyes burning with phosphorus fire were already staring at it, the old jackal-man, from different directions.
“Underworld three-headed dog?!”
Torn Flesh was shocked at this instant.
How could one encounter two legendary creatures consecutively in one day? Was this kind of life that was known to be the most mysterious on the continent rotten nowadays? And why would the Underworld Three-Headed Dog appear near the Desolate Mountain?
This thing also belonged to the high-level goods in the Underworld Plane, under normal circumstances it wouldn’t be possible for it to cross the barrier of the Plane and appear in the material world ah!
“Ah ah ah, the jackals in front get out of the way! The three-headed dog I summoned is out of control, several unlucky Blood Fear Vampires have been eaten by it, I have to find a way to make it spit them out.
No wonder my mentor never gave me a pass… I really do have holes in this theory!
Get out of the way!
You stupid bastard.”
A sharp and hoarse voice rang out from the three-headed dog’s head, and Torn Flesh realized that there was also a strangely dressed woman with bandages all over her body lying on the middle head of that wild thing.
Torn Flesh vaguely remembered that the Dusk Servant had told it about a similar dress when it was teaching itself forbidden knowledge . This was a Moon Priestess?
The death priestess of the Sanghai people had actually appeared near the Desolate Mountain from a long distance away as well?
What the hell is this?
The series of changes had somewhat overwhelmed the tired flesh-tearing brain, yet in reality, even if it could react, it would be of little use, for the three-headed dog of the underworld had already noticed it.
In the next second, the huge monster went into “virtualization”, as if it only left a pale silhouette on the earth, and then with a swiftness that was not in harmony with its huge size, it sprang out from the shadows of Torn Flesh and its death horse, with three bloody mouths aiming in three directions, and green destructive phosphorus flames erupted out.
In just an instant, the poor Torn Flesh was set ablaze in torso and soul, and the pain was excruciating.
It knew why the three-headed dog of the Underworld was attacking it!
This monster in the underworld legend, is specialized in the end of the road of the dead to monitor the souls of the dead to step on the road of rest, torn meat summoned too many dead illegally return to the earth, this alone is enough to make its body filled with the “underworld traffic police” aura of loathing.
To be precise, the reason why the mysterious girl’s three-headed dog went out of control was precisely because it smelled the stench of the approaching Torn Flesh from afar, so it came to “accurately enforce the law”.
“Ah! You’re actually a cultist? Good! Good death!”
The girl dressed as a mummy who was lying on the head of the three-headed dog realized the end of the story at this moment, and she screamed and cursed as she jumped off the head of the re-tempered three-headed dog and kicked at the still-burning husk of the torn flesh again.
The result was that the kick opened the bag tied to Torn Meat’s body, causing its contents to fall out.
The young girl blinked at the mummy-dressed eye socket as she curiously bent down to take the irregular slab of odd material in her hands.
After careful identification, she exclaimed:
“Yikes, the Civilization Slate! The glory of the Creator is above! I’ve picked up a miraculous creation on my first trip! Ha, Nefertari you’re really something! No one will dare say you’re unlucky now, and your teacher will surely be proud of you!
But it mustn’t be seen by those cunning and greedy vampire pirates, or they’ll surely snatch it from me or trick me into taking it.
Ah, my watered-down brain is no match for them in that regard, yo.”
(End of chapter)