500.Chapter 498 497 The Giant Snake’s Retribution

Chapter 498 497.The Giant Snake’s Retribution

It was already five minutes after Murphy and Maxim came out of the parlor.

Because of the first time to use the “time banishment” is not good to grasp the strength, resulting in Murphy made himself extremely tired.

After all, this spell’s casting resource is not spiritual energy, but the user’s “energy bar”, Murphy is obviously a vampire with a lot of energy, so poor Maxim had to re-experience his own five minutes when he was a baby.

What’s even more horrifying is that Maxim was fully conscious for the entire five minutes.

As he “re-learned” to crawl, he finally returned from that awkward state to his normal size, but General Maxim refused to explain more about his new pants and shirt.

Murphy had also changed his clothes, but he had asked for it.

“What an evil power!”

Maxim’s loyalty wouldn’t allow him to blabber on about his master, but he’d still have a stern face this time as he sighed:

“But I also have to admit that such a power allows you to not have to fear any threat that tries to get close enough to you to perform an assassination, yet I still say that it is inhumane to use such a spell on one’s own servants, master.

You could have taken up the whip if you wanted to punish me”

“I’ve already apologized, for heaven’s sake Mark, for the sake of my fine clothes that you ruined, can’t you be generous enough to pretend that what just happened never happened?”

Murphy spat out, rubbing his sore forehead.

Maxim, who had always been introverted, retorted for the first time at this moment Murphy said:

“It’s easy for you to say, it’s not like you were the one who was incontinent Mother of Midnight on top, my honor and the warrior’s way that I adhere to were all ruined by those five minutes just now. From this point of view, your new power can definitely inflict a double terrible blow to the enemy in body and mind.

Please be sure to use it with caution.”

“I promise, there won’t be a next time.”

Murphy asked as he waved his hand and leaned against the wall next to him, letting his already bottomed out energy bar slowly recover:
“So, how is your army preparing? Can we enter the swamp now?”

“Uh-huh!”

Speaking of business, Maxim’s attitude immediately changed to seriousness as he said:

“The three thousand trained soldiers and three thousand new recruits of the People’s Army are all ready to advance, and I’ve already gotten the full record of the Battle of Plague Town from Adele.

I noticed that our warriors launched a deadly and efficient bombardment against the command nodes of the Skeleton Army during the bombardment operation called ‘Path of Ashes’, but this bombardment only destroyed the command nodes of the Skeleton Army.

Huge numbers of undead are roaming throughout the Tainted Swamp, and the Plague Clan still has garrisons in two other swamp psychic nodes besides Plague Town.

Since Plague Town, which is now blocking our advance, has been raided, I am therefore making a request that I will lead the soldiers into the swamp and execute the next advancement for your plan!
We will advance the Transylvanian line of resistance against the Jackals into their territory by crossing over the Filthy Swamp and joining up with the Blood League Knights’ defense line on the line of the Barren Mountains within thirty days.

It will be a test of the soldiers’ hearts and wills, but I believe that as long as they can reach the Barren Mountains by fighting on their own, then they will become Transylvania’s most elite defense force!”

“Very good, very good plan, I agree, you can execute it.”

Murphy nodded and said:
“But you need to bring the Goldfinches along with you to advance, at least with a group of their pioneers as well as their artillery. I know you have a problem with the Pioneer Legion, I actually don’t like them either, but if they are willing to be our allies in the Black Plague War, then they are trustworthy.

After you set out, the Brotherhood of Stonemasons will be deploying a team of specialized engineers to build a road through the swamp, so you will also be responsible for cutting down trees along the way as you advance, clearing a path that doesn’t have to be very wide, but at least allows for the winged cavalry and regular cavalry to pass through quickly.

Adele’s upcoming ‘homecoming’ operation will plan the route in advance for you, just follow the road signs they leave behind.”

“Well, it will slow down the march, but I don’t think my army will have a problem with that!”

Maxim said in a deep voice in an extremely low tone:
“When I was returning to the Scarlet Fortress, His Excellency Kudel, who is stationed at the Maginot Line, requested that I bring a message to you, and he asked me to convey to you that all is going well with the construction process of the defense line, and that they can finish the basic construction of the surface fortifications of the defense line before the second snowfall in Transylvania falls.

However, Lord Kudel also requests that you find Dwarf Priests who can apply earth power to the defense line as soon as possible, or else the defense line we have worked so hard to build will collapse overnight under the enemy’s Fossil to Mud spell.”

“I have already contacted the Silver Dwarves regarding this matter.”

Murphy, with his hands behind his back and moving steadily forward with the proper decorum of a ruler, responded again:

“Marshal Loren has told me that in a week’s time, a ten-man Earth Priests will follow the supply column of the Goldfinch Vanguard, and they will arrive at the Maginot Line in fifteen days at the latest.

Kudel doesn’t have to worry about that, I’ll take care of it for them.

Are there any other military problems that I can help with? I don’t know anything about the military, but I can at least help you with the logistics.

We’re pretty well resourced right now, so just tell me what you need.

Don’t wait until after the actual war to come back to me, I won’t be able to help you guys quickly replenish your supplies even if I have heavenly means at that time.”

“No more, master.”

Maxim shook his head:
“The firearms we need will still have to be made slowly by the arsenal, it’s something that can’t be rushed, but I firmly believe that even without muskets and bullets, our soldiers can still fight the Jackals.

However, something that you need to know did happen in the last few days at the People’s Army compound, General Baldwin of the Winter Wolf Legion sent an emissary who said that he could release a portion of the armed bloodservants from the Crimson Fortress to us.

I personally went to Fort Crimea and spoke with the bloodservants.

They may not be loyal to our new polity, but they’re not willing to serve the Northmen, and I think these are men to be courted, Master.

The armed Bloodservants stationed at Fort Crimsonwood are not like the Bloodservants elsewhere, they are truly one in a hundred elite! It doesn’t even take much training to pull them straight into battle, and their will to fight isn’t bad either.”

“They can’t be directly integrated into combat units, Mark, I’d rather not have them than let our hard-earned army go back to the Blood Servant era again.”

Murphy balked, but then he thought for a moment and said:

“Reply to General Baldwin in my name, we can receive those Bloodservants and are willing to pay a certain amount of ransom for them, and let him send those Bloodservants into the Maginot Line.

Let them work first.

I’m sure this labor rehabilitation will help us tell which ones are available and which ones have a heart of gold, and there is a real shortage of men over at the Happy Stick.”

Maxim nodded.

There would have been a lot more to report on his return this time, but seeing the way Murphy was constantly rubbing his brow at this point with his energy drained, the loyal servant decided to pass those tedious developments to the Consul.

He wanted to persuade Murphy to go back and rest, but as soon as the two of them walked near the office, Grand Duke Tris rushed out of the smoldering lab carrying a jar of emerald-green alchemy drug.

She herself was covered in black ash from the smoke, and when she saw Murphy she complained:

“Isn’t this Star Realm Guardian Infinity Manis of yours a badass? But I think it’s being too honest this time! We just needed the toxin it was hurting Orr with to dispense the potion, and it ended up giving it even its own astral power incorporated into the toxin.

That bastard’s generosity almost made me blow up my lab.

I now suspect that the guy who can travel freely through the river of time definitely did it on purpose!”

“But what about the potion?”

Murphy looked at the turquoise drug in Tris’ hand as he asked:

“Is it already configured?”

“That’s for sure, it’s just the antidote, it’s not technically difficult, other than preventing the power of the Endless from harming me, I can do all the other steps with my eyes closed.” While wiping her cheeks with a handkerchief with a light aroma, Tris looked Murphy up and down, and after confirming that her little darling had recovered from that aging to young and handsome by initially grasping the power of Mannis, she nodded with satisfaction.

Casually cleaning herself of the black ash, and reaching out to touch the splash of white on Murphy’s left hair sideburns, she frowned:
“These can’t be recovered?”

“No, they can be recovered, but it’s not necessary.”

Murphy grinned a stinky grin:
“Don’t you think it looks like a ‘story’ to give a black-haired me a touch of gray hair?”

“Well, I’m not seeing much of a story on your youthful, pretty face, but the strand of gray hair reveals an accident for sure.”

Tris rolled her eyes adorably and shook her head:

“Come on, let’s get this Ole thing over with and get Maxim back to his camp on the way.”

“I still don’t have to use the astral teleportation, Mrs. Tris. The mountain folk have just finished erecting a convenient flight path for the wind vultures, and even if I don’t take a wind vulture, it’s only an hour or two’s flight back on my own.”

Maxim, a melee fighter, always had a deep-rooted distrust of this astral teleportation thing, not to mention that there were quite a few people among the smaller players who had suffered teleportation accidents.

However, Murphy was very atmospheric this time, waving his hand and saying:
“There’s no need to worry, Mark, we have people in the Star Realm now! Even if we do get into it by mistake, we’ll be sent out safely by Mannis, and we won’t be plagued by somehow getting lost in the Star Realm again. Well, I should probably make it an ‘egg’.

As an insurance policy for those famously unlucky people who have run afoul of teleportation.”
—
Tris’s teleportation went off without a hitch this time, and the three arrived at Wolfsburg without incident.

The hard-working dog-heads had pretty much cleaned up the place, but unfortunately the Warlock Tower was completely destroyed, under the heavy bombardment of the artillery of the Kingdom of Canary Blossom, only a third of the height of the tower impacted by the Orr was intact, and the rest of the tower was in need of “renovation”.

But this is a good thing for some people.

For example, the proud Spirit Scout Master Heru, wearing his most luxurious robes, stood in front of the wreckage of the Warlock Tower, looking at the tower waiting to be restored, his eyes full of anticipation for the future.

Although Tris had previously issued an invitation to Heru, asking him to be stationed in the secondary tower of the Midnight Tower, which would be completed in a month’s time, as the presiding psychic master, Heru had repeatedly compared his own strength, and after discussing with his sister-in-law Ambrosia a couple of times, he felt that his own strength was really too poor, not to mention the local NPCs, but the first tier of the psychic masters in the player’s house now exceeded him in terms of destructive power.

Therefore Heru was very self-aware and refused the invitation of Mrs. Tris.

He will indeed have a mage tower to “honor his ancestors”, but he chose his own mage tower in the place of Wolf Castle.

He used the tower of the abandoned warlock tower after restoration as his stronghold, away from the hustle and bustle of the city and at the same time can avoid the malicious competition from “peers”, but also can make a “world recluse” extraordinary image to bluff people, simply perfect no more! It couldn’t be more perfect.

In addition, Heru also got authorization from Missy, he can recruit students with the talent of detecting psychic ability in Wolf Castle, and continuously cultivate professional detecting psychic ability masters for Transylvania.

For this reason, after the first snowfall, Consul Miriam even held a small ceremony to honor Heru, who was about to travel to the swamp, with the status and title of “Pioneer Baron” of Transylvania.

Although there was no fiefdom, Heru was very satisfied with his current situation.

He knew that as long as he survived the Black Plague, he would be able to fulfill his simple wish when he left home, and truly honor his ancestors.

But Mage Heru also had a mission in Wolfsburg.

He had to complete the construction of the semi-permanent portal from Wolf Castle to Scarlet Castle within a month, Lady Tris and Missy had provided him with all the materials, but this amount of work was also a major pressure for Heru who had no apprentices to help him.

What?
You’re saying Heru has an apprentice?
That’s right, he did have Smoky Sang as his apprentice, however Heru himself hadn’t seen Smoky Sang for almost thirty days, that dog didn’t know where he was waving off to, and he didn’t even write a single letter, and Smoky Sang clearly didn’t have himself as a mentor in his heart anymore.

Alas, the teacher’s misfortune ah.

“Huh? Lord Murphy, Grand Duke Tris, and General Maxim? You guys came here to?”

Heru quickly sensed a nearby psychic energy vibration and gripped his cane warily, but soon realized that the visitors were his own people, and he was so unforced that he padded up to get close, and then was unsurprisingly captured by Murphy.

“You use your psychic hands to help us apply these potions into Ole’s wounds, don’t be afraid, Ole won’t bite you, I’ve talked to him and he knows we’re healing him.

It will tolerate the pain.”

Murphy diluted the potion that Tris had brought with her in ten to one water and handed one of the jars to Heru, the frail scout looked at the swamp serpent with eyes bigger than his for a moment and wanted to give himself a few mouthfuls.

Is it possible to ask too much about Lord Murphy’s business?
Look!
He had gotten himself into this predicament by talking too much.

That’s a legendary snake!

He didn’t even need to bite himself with his teeth, just unleashing the Jeweled Scale’s Blindness Spell was enough to get himself a pot of water, and looking at the timid look on Heru’s two warring strands, Murphy shrugged his shoulders and leaned down to whisper a few words in Heru’s ear to him.

When he heard that the giant snake might give him some “lost treasures”, the panic in his heart was immediately driven away by the joy of possible acquisition.

He happily followed Maxim around to the back of the snake, and began to use his spiritual hands to apply the medicine to Ole’s badly injured back.

“All that is needed is to neutralize the poison of time that Mannis left in Ole’s body, and with the legendary creature’s ability to heal itself, the rest is out of our hands.”

Tris flew in the air, using a water mist spell to continuously incorporate the potion into the giant snake’s massive wounds, and spoke to Murphy again:

“But the power of this venom of Mannis is truly terrifying, I think you can ask for a little more from it and I’ll configure a special sword oil for you. If even a toxin master like Ninkinanka can’t resist the toxin erosion of the Endless One, that means that that kind of poison will be effective for most of the beings in the material world.

Time.

Time is the most highly toxic substance in this world, bar none.”

“If its toxin is truly terrifying to that point, it’s not a matter of whether or not anyone can escape under my sword that I need to worry about, Tris.”

Murphy, obviously thinking of more, sighed:
“Weapons that can carry that kind of toxin are also rare in the world, and I can barely use it on anything other than a necessary evil. Speaking of which, after reviving Orr again, we can stop by the personal arsenal in the exhibition hall.

There’s another 48 personal defense sets there.

I’m curious, what would be the distinctive effects of weapons and gauntlets produced by the machinery left behind by the Creator? By the way, we can enjoy the curator’s private bathroom and experience the future life built by the Creator.”

“Hmm?”

Tris said as she glanced at Murphy:
“But that’s a single bathroom . Ah, I see, you little devil!”

The two of them were flirting in the air like no one else, a scene that made Heru look up frequently; as a member who was not a member of Transylvania’s top echelon, Heru’s knowledge on the topic of Lord Murphy and Lady Tris’s relationship was still limited to the various gossips that were spreading like wildfire around.

But now look at this scene, I guess those gossip is not empty.

While he was engaged in some “dangerous” thoughts, the serpent lying underneath receiving treatment suddenly let out an exhilarating hiss and rose up without Heru reacting, and amidst the shaking of the earth as the beast awoke and Heru’s screams as he crashed into the mire, it seemed that the toxin-expelled Ool had come to life all of a sudden.

As a spirit of the swamp it could finally draw life force from its surroundings again to heal itself, and though it still hurt, the feeling of new life made the giant serpent unusually joyful.

Even the little Cavendina it was carrying on its head let out an echo of a childish wail.

That said, this little giant snake grew up really fast, only three days after breaking out of its shell it had grown to half a man’s height, but it was still a small fry compared to Ole’s terrifying size.

“Listen, Ole is thanking us.”

Murphy said softly as he hovered in the air with Tris in his arms:
“It can finally let go of the stigma in its heart… You say, if we tell Ool’s story to Venerable Lord Paying, will he feel sadness and regret for beheading Ool’s mate a thousand years ago?”

“Most likely not.”

Tris shook her head and said:
“The word ‘regret’ does not exist in the character of the Venerable Lord, and although we don’t know what happened here a thousand years ago, the fact that the Venerable Lord was able to fight against a creature like a giant serpent on his own already indicates that the situation back then was complicated, and it was never something that could be judged as simple as good or evil
Uh-huh?
Is Orr signaling us to follow him?
He seems to have something for us?
Wow, is that a sign of gratitude?”

(End of chapter)