504. Chapter 502: 501 What? What did the King of Bone Biting tell you to do? Godslayer.

Chapter 502: 501.What? What did the King of Bones tell you to do? To kill a god?
Hogg suspected that something might be terribly wrong with his brain, and desperately needed to find a more powerful doctor to take a look at it, and even accept a craniotomy to check it out properly if necessary.

Because it immediately after sobering up to take the skull of the king of the bite bone to the Wolf Castle psychic to check, and the latter repeatedly check to assure Hogg that this thing does not have any psychic fluctuations, in addition to a bit of commemorative value, this thing in the crippled claw desecration and was removed by the Lord Murphy “purification” after the loss of any magical power.

In this psychic continent, a gold powerhouse can do a lot of things, but unfortunately, their remains can hardly become the true meaning of “heavenly treasures”, at most, it can only be the necromancer’s desire to casting materials, or other people’s hands of high-level production materials.

But if this skull is not a problem, how to explain his last night’s “strange encounter”?

When he thought about the “simple task” given to him by the King of Bone Biting, Hogg felt that his brain was about to explode, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, instinctively wanting to find some help.

But Wolfsburg now wandering in the people who can help it “regicide” players ah?
This running around everywhere harvest disappointment let Hogg completely disillusioned.

After thinking about it, he still had to ask his “old superiors” for help, so he hid in a secluded area of the Wolf Castle and contacted Lord Murphy with the Computing Pearl, intending to give his heart to the most powerful and most cunning guy about this, in order to obtain a bit of valuable advice.

The treasure bead was quickly connected.

The sounds of inhaling and huffing came from Murphy’s side, who appeared to be eating breakfast.

The vampire lord who was eating “otherworldly noodles” fell into silence after hearing Hogg’s sad description, he put down his fork and thought carefully, while Hogg waited anxiously for several seconds before Lord Murphy’s astonished voice rang out from there:

“You said . . what does the King of Biting Bones want you to do? I seem to have misheard just now, it is likely that I was too tired last night and appeared to be in a trance, you say it again.”

Hogg sighed, narrowed down his vocabulary and said succinctly:

“The jackal big only man who calls himself the ‘King of Biting Bones’ told me to storm the sanctuary of all the jackals when the Black Plague breaks out and strangle the yet unborn Lord of the Hunt, you heard me correctly Lord Governor, my nominal ancestor is now asking me, a handicapped jackal, to get a god killed. ”

“Oh, so I heard you right, do you want to go check your brain or thinking or something, is it too much stress after receiving the Wolf Castle recently causing hallucinations?”

Murphy asked with great concern at once:

“Do you need me to contact a doctor for you? I can book a psychotherapy appointment for you at Raven’s, and even though it’s otherworldly learned, I guess it will be useful for you.”

“I can’t tell the difference, my lord, I really can’t.”

Hogg was on the verge of breaking down.

It covered its face and wailed:

“You’d better meet with me, I’ll give you a detailed explanation.”

“Well, good, I will go over to Wolf Castle in a while, by the way, inspect my defense line, you eat something first, eat whatever you want, don’t panic, Deicide, but it’s just a small problem.”

Murphy consoled a few words, leaving Hogg on the side of the treasure pearl in a daze.

What?
What did you say is a small problem?
Have you gone crazy with too much stress lately? Why don’t you and I make an appointment to see a psychiatrist?
And is it true that you’re talking with such joy?
Did something good happen to you?

The jackal chief was so slanderous that he waited in the wolf castle with a long sigh of relief, almost half an hour later, Murphy and Tris appeared in the sky above the wolf castle.

Both of them were dressed in their usual attire, because the leather armor supported by Old Edward had already been damaged in the battle with the King of Biting Bones, so Murphy changed back to the ceremonial swordsman robes of the Blood Vulture Archduke.

This thing looks elegant and atmospheric, but the practicality is really a bit poor, after all, it is a ceremonial battle armor can not pursue too much.

But now Lord Murphy does not care, because he is wearing the “Creator’s Legacy” under the armor.

The tightly fitted inner armor with three different types of armor plates already surpassed the defense of old Edward’s flawed leather armor, and was much more stealthy and flattering, as well as thermostatic so that Murphy was no longer affected by the outside weather.

Tris also wore the same set of protective gear under the Archduke’s robes, and because she was a psychic, she chose to use psychic-enhanced armor plates, allowing Tris to have nine smart shuttles recolored to the vampires’ favorite scarlet color hovering at her side.

Those things flew around behind her to form a “wing”, just like the fucking “wings of light”.

But the Archduke’s expression was not good at the moment.

Seems to have a verbal conflict with his own little boy, cold face also did not answer Murphy’s inquiry, the Lord wanted to pull the hand were shrugged off, a classic girlfriend angry look of shame.

With a stern face, she escorted Murphy to the Wolf Castle and threw out a teleportation spell to go back to the Blood Wyvern Corridor, without even saying goodbye.

This made the slowly falling Lord Murphy look helpless, Hogg who was waiting below stared wide-eyed at Murphy, and after several seconds, Hogg asked with a flattering face:

“That. You and His Excellency the Grand Duke had a fight? I’ve rarely seen such coldness between the two of you, the groom and the Chosen One.”

“Alas, woman.”

Murphy spat out extremely helplessly:

“Obviously she volunteered, but as a result, she flipped her face when she got up in the morning, and also said something about not having any more in the future, all almost five hundred years old how is it the same as a temperamental schoolgirl in this regard. Forget about her, let’s talk about your problem.

You said you saw the King of Bone Biters last night?

Describe the scene in detail and show me its cranium by the way.”

“Ow.”

Hogg hurriedly handed over the King of Biting Bones’ cranium, and again described the scene in which he talked to the King of Biting Bones last night in great detail.

Murphy listened while placing the skull in his hand and activated item identification, and as a result, he was shocked to find that the words of this thing were indeed subtly different from before:
Name: Remains of the King of Bone Biting – Philip’s Head
Quality: Collectible/Crafting Material
Special Status: Transcendent – Will Connection Point

Item Description:

[This head harbors something unearthly, but it is apparently unwilling to open it for you…]

“Hmm.”

Murphy frowned as he returned the skull of the King of Biting Bones to Hogg, and he said to Chief Bloodclaw, who had a worried and troubled look on his face:

“Are you sure you remember correctly? Did Frederick really tell you that it left its name on the Creator’s ‘register’?”

“Uh-huh, I confirm that.”

Hogg nodded vigorously and said:

“It also said that it’s only one step away from true transcendence, but its current state is hard to explain, and I reckon that it itself might not understand why it can still maintain its soul and consciousness even though it’s been dead for more than a hundred years.

Didn’t it say that when jackals like us die, our souls will also enter the underworld?”

“I don’t know much in that regard.”

Murphy rubbed his chin, trying to think of a reasonable explanation, but a few seconds later, an icy voice rang in his ears:

“That’s the typical ‘Living Holy Spirit’ state!
There are similar records in various faith churches on the continent, when a sincere believer dies after touching certain sacred objects, his soul will not enter the underworld but will exist in a special state in certain objects or certain scenes.

The most typical example is the Avalon Church’s sacred site on the island of Glamour, where there exists a ‘Pool of the Past Sunset’, and it is said that believers who have been summoned to enter the pool and meditate can communicate with the ancient sages of nature.

However, the state of the Living Holy Spirit does not last forever.

Their spiritual qualities would dissipate over time, and the longest existing Living Holy Spirit was a Winter Priest of the Winter Wolf Church.

She was killed in battle while conquering the Great Wilderness after following the Heroic King, and was empowered by Sue and wandered the cold winds of the Great Wilderness; no one is certain if she still exists today, but there are also folklore stories from the last decade or so of witnessing her coming out of a blizzard to rescue the trapped.

The King of the Bone Biters apparently entered that state.

Perhaps it was because it had come into contact with the mysterious power of the Creator before it died, but it was clear that the cunning fellow hadn’t told Hogg all the truth, and that it wasn’t in a state where it could compel Hogg to help it accomplish certain things.

Theoretically, as long as Hogg pretended it wasn’t there, the King of Biting Bones couldn’t influence it.

As long as the Bloodclaw Chief can withstand the agonies of prolonged sleeplessness, then it won’t have to take on the burden of ‘regicide’.”

“Alas, I knew there was no way I could leave your help.”

Murphy responded in a small voice:
“Thanks for explaining, Tris, are you okay?”

“Shut up! I’m pissed off, don’t look for me for a couple days!”

The Blood Vulture Archduke chided, and Murphy sighed again as he said:

“If it’s because of what happened last night, I just want to tell you there’s no need for that, the love thing can tempt you to do things out of character that you wouldn’t normally do. It’s just that emotions went there, and that’s not your fault.”

“Shut up! Murph, stop reminding me of those embarrassing scenes, I must have been tempted by something dirty last night, I should never have agreed to visit that private bathroom with you, you’re not allowed to say that again la!

You’re a pain in the ass! I have to go brush my teeth now. Damn it!”

Tris’s voice raised a few degrees before completely shutting down the quantum communication channel that had been tied to both of their battle suits, leaving Murphy in a state of helplessness once again.

He looked up at Hogg and said:

“Ms. Tris just told me that the King of Biting Bones may be in some rather special spiritual state, but it’s not compulsorily binding on you, Hogg, so the best thing to do is to refuse this mission.

Don’t be intimidated by the King of Biting Bones, there’s not much else it can do to interfere with you right now other than whispering in your ear.” “Oh, is that so?”

Hogg immediately perked up at this suggestion.

Its greatest fear was that it had already been pushed into the dilemma of having to do something by the King of Biting Bones with some strange power, and upon confirming that the choice was still in his hands, the cunning Jackal Chief was instantly energized.

It quickly thought of something else, and it said to Murphy:

“The King of Biting Bones told me that our Lord of the Hunt has been tainted, and that it will definitely be born in this Black Calamity, which is the god of all the Jackals, so if it is really born and drags the Jackals into the abyss, does it mean that my Bloodclaw Clan will also…”

“The odds are that you guys won’t be able to escape.”

Murphy said with a frown:
“Vampires don’t have a god of their own, so I can’t confirm whether you’ll be implicated by a fallen god, but it’s not hard to see the connection when we compare it with the example of Avalon.

Tris guesses that Avalon, the spider lady, is the product of a tainted nature god, and as you know what a hell the shadow elves who believe in the spider lady are on the continent, I suspect there must be a source for this racial fall.

Faith, is the channel through which this tainted will is transmitted.

From this point of view, the King of Biting Bones can’t be considered to have chosen the wrong person when he chose you to kill the gods, after all, this matter is closely related to every jackal.”

“Huh? What then?”

Hogg was completely out of ideas.

It spread its paws out and said in despair:

“Then I’ll be affected whether I do it or not, that’s an evil god! I’m an ordinary crippled jackal, what can I do?”

“Don’t panic, it’s not like I’ve never seen an evil god that just descended.”

Murphy scoffed at this, saying:
“Your situation is very similar to that of the vampires, when I first advanced into the Blood Vulture’s Cloister to face the fallen Salokdar head-on, I also saw the divine sins that he single-handedly concocted for the vampire race with my own eyes.

I’ll admit the thing was twisted and powerful.

But it’s not invincible, Hogg, it’s not a true god, empty of fallen divinity and lacking a vehicle, to put it simply, it’s a mindless monster.

It is form-destroyable in the material world.

But you’re not wrong, no matter how this is supposed to end, it’s not something you, a common jackal chief, can accomplish alone.

So my advice to you is that if you really intend to take on this job, then you’ll have to pick yourself a group of ‘Godslayer Heroes’ from now on and do your best to train them up and make them strong as soon as possible.

Something like the descent of an evil god is something that our vampire Venerable Lord Paying won’t just sit back and do nothing about, so you already have the Blood Alliance Knights as a staunch ally, and if you can persuade the Church of Avalon to join in on this holy and righteous cause as well then you’ll be able to get even more assistance.”

The Vampire Lord spread his hands and said to Hogg in front of him:

“Behold, the background of a legendary quest chain this is not taking shape. I’ve been thinking about adding main quests for each of the races, and now it seems that the Jackal race’s main quest has surfaced.

This is a godsend.

With it, you’ll be able to convince the toughest and most fearless of my warriors, but of course, to get them to confirm that there’s oil in this extremely difficult quest, you’ll have to make them realize that you’ve got the ‘real deal’ in your hands.”

Saying this, Murphy took out a map of the swamp and swished a few strokes on it handing it to Hogg as he said:

“Don’t say I don’t take care of you, my dear Pangolin, this place hides the secret stash of the King of Bite Bone, inside there are battle armor and weapons left behind by the King of Bite Bone across the world, those things being used wisely are enough to arm a Godslayer Squad.

Now it belongs to you, use this information properly.

You must choose the bravest and strongest of the undead spirits to serve you and help you slay the evil gods; you have seen how brave they are, and you know that they have nothing to fear but evil gods!

If that guy dares to light up the bloodstain, they dare to go up with their swords.

But you have to take on the burden of helping them grow, in other words, after you’ve chosen the good guys, you have to ‘adopt’ them, at least until the end of the mission.”

Murphy reached out and patted Hogg on the shoulder as he said:
“Also, I think you can find fellow jackal races that aren’t willing to sit on their asses, if you know what I mean. Since you have become the ‘Savior Sage personally chosen by the King of Biting Bones’, you should use that status wisely!

The evil Lord of the Hunt is about to be born, and the future of the Jackal race has been shrouded in darkness. At this critical moment, the ‘Sage Wolf’ Hogg from Transylvania resolutely sets out on the path to stop the destruction of the species for the sake of racial justice.

Inspired by this righteousness, it and its clan refused to become part of the Black Plague!

Not because you are traitors, but because you have realized that the conduct of the Black Plague will only accelerate the degeneration and extinction of the Jackals!

This is a matter of justice, not even the most obstinate servants of the gods can deny this, and you and I both know that the best way to become friends with others is to choose a common enemy.

To come over to the side of civilization in the Fifth Black Plague is in no way a betrayal of one’s own race, and my dear Hogg, the sickness that has plagued you has been augmented by the righteousness of your family and country, and you can now at last face your fellow countrymen with an open mind.”

The vampire lord leaned down and said in a long drawn out voice in Hogg’s ear:
“You are now a Jackal hero as recognized by the King of Bone Biters, and now all Jackals should hear you roar!
Ah, the identity we wove for you as the grandson of the Biting Bone looks like it will need a bit of revision, but in any case, you’ve acquired the never-before-before-so-wonderful opening of the Sky Hoop, and it’s up to you next to finish off this amazing card game.

But no matter what, my warriors and I are your staunchest backers.

Chief Hogg, as long as you are willing to preside over this legendary racial staple, I will give you all the assistance you need.

Go back and think about it.”

Murphy stood up and said to Hogg who was full of thoughts:

“You can’t just make a decision on such a big matter, I need you to think carefully about every possibility, agree with our plan from the bottom of your heart and devote yourself to it wholeheartedly. Only then will you be able to free yourself from your mundane identity and become a true ‘Savior Sage’.”

“And what should I do?”

Hogg raised his head and inquired with a face full of eagerness:

“If I’m sure I want to participate in it, what should I use as the beginning of this legendary quest?”

“The civilization tablet!”

Murphy declared wisely:

“The majesty and power of the King of Biting Bones comes from the Jackal’s Civilization Tablet, that holy relic is the true secret of the King of Biting Bones, but it has been brought back to the Dark Mountains by Torn Flesh. So the first step of your ‘Jackalope Salvation Plan’ is to first take the Civilization Slate in your hands.

You must become the ‘civilization spokesman’ for the Jackals!
It’s a complicated process.

But as long as you get the tablet, I can take care of the rest for you.

After you become the spokesperson of civilization, after you truly become the successor of the King of Biting Bones, you’ll have the capital to break bread with the fallen followers of the Lord of the Hunt.

But you must act as soon as possible, once the Black Plague advances to the stage where you die, the continent that has become extremely dangerous will reduce its tolerance for the Jackals to zero, and at that point, any action you take will be met with great risk.

Ah, my poor Hogg, you must embark on this path.

There is no joy, only endless burdens, no leisure, only the drudgery of the chase, but you have indeed been given an opportunity that all men only dream of.

A chance to walk into history!

A chance to transcend the world!

Once you do accomplish this, you will not only become the savior hero of the Jackals, you will even become the hero of the entire continent.

Black Plague!

The terrifying Black Plague might thus become synonymous with the past, and a new era will be pushed open by your own hands.

Hmm.
You are truly a lucky and unfortunate fellow.”

In the face of Murphy’s seductive words, Hogg’s body trembled continuously, and Murphy thought that it was considering whether or not to accept this heavy duty, but it wasn’t.

After a few seconds, Hogg raised its head and said:
“I can go to the land of the Plague Clan, Torn Flesh promised me before that its people could help me become a Hunt Priest, all it needs is for me to bring a Goatman Priest’s heart. I could be the last apprentice of His Excellency Torn Flesh, and use this to blend into the Plague Clan’s territory and gain leadership.

Provided of course that Torn Flesh must die! It must never be allowed to return to its clan.”

“Well, it’s good that you already have a plan!”

Murphy said as his eyes lit up:

“We’ll have a hard time trying to hunt it down, we don’t have roots in the Dark Mountains, but we do have friends who are adept at it, so pack it up, Hoggle.

I’ll send you to see Lady Shani.

If you can convince her to help you, the whole of Clan Thorn’s nightwalkers will be willing to help you.”

(End of chapter)