540.Chapter 538 537 The Much Anticipated Imprisonment Play Does Happen

Chapter 538 537.The much-anticipated incarceration Play does happen, but it’s just a bit of an odd format

During his time at the Scarlet Fort, Murphy would often hear prayers.

Especially after the “temple area” of the city had been inhabited by the Church of Avalon, the Church of the Winter Wolves – Eye of the Wolf God Monastery, the playful Church of the Holy Light and a group of Berserker Priests who had been lured by the mountain people from Ice Cove, the sound of various kinds of prayers had transformed a part of the vampire city into what was known as the “Holy Land of Faith”. Holy Land of Faith”.

Although the words “vampire” and “faith” together always gave people a strange feeling of pancake rolls and rice with buns, that was indeed part of the daily life of the Scarlet Fortress, and in the newly stabilized Transylvania, the large-scale spreading of proper faith was not a problem for the rulers. mass spread is not a bad thing for the rulers.

After all, this is a world where the gods really exist, so it is necessary to follow the customs of the land, you see that even intellectuals like Old Chen Tou occasionally go to the Avalon Sanctuary to spend some time, of course, it is hard to say whether Old Chen Tou goes there to pursue his faith or to chat with Sister Marianne.
Anyway, according to some gossip on the forums, Professor Chen and Sister Marianne were seen walking together in the city in the evening, and more than once.

Hello!
This kind of baseless gossip is really enough! You group of gossip lovers, how dare you not even spare someone of Old Chen’s age?

But considering that Murphy was now in a large labyrinth where a group of evil goatmen thugs were located, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that this filthy dungeon was the most evil and chaotic place Murphy had ever encountered since he was reborn, and now, in such an “Evil Melting Pot”, he could clearly hear the sound of prayers.

It is not the kind of ordinary believers’ prayers which are mixed with the worries and personal desires to the gods, but the kind of prayers which are very ethereal and can be felt as “holy” just by listening to the voices.

It was transmitted in Elvish, each byte was clearly articulated, and at the connection of each section, a tone similar to chanting or singing was used to complete the perfect connection, which was definitely not something that an ordinary believer could do.

In fact, the old Eugene, the fanatic of the Church of Avalon, was no match for the voice Murphy would hear in this regard.

This was definitely a high-ranking priestess of a certain sect here, it was just not known if she was praying for herself, or was she praying for refuge for those souls imprisoned in this dungeon that would inevitably be harmed?

Or perhaps, was this some sort of evil goatman secret spell?

From the killings just now, Murphy had already confirmed that these goatmen carried a portion of the Astral World filth on their bodies, and that they were most likely executing depravity in this Earth Palace, and had even established a connection with some mysterious existences in the Astral World and even in subspace.

And from the general mutation of the limbs of these goatmen killed by Murphy, it can be confirmed that this kind of filth has lasted for a very long time.

But no matter what, after Murphy confirmed twice in a row that his soul state was normal and did not “hit evil”, and also did not trigger the active counterattack of the omega program, he frowned, carrying two weapons, accompanied by the star world’s head wolf, George, approached the place where the voice sounded.

Although there was no evidence of it, Murphy had a feeling that this praying voice ringing at this place at this time was clearly drawing him over.

But the Baphomet dungeon was a very complex three-dimensional labyrinth, and it was very difficult to locate it here by virtue of the sound; the hellish place had obviously existed for a very long time, and was originally a monstrous structure built in a complex gesture, and the goat people had modified the three-dimensional structure even worse in order to preserve their evil secret.

There are many strange coverings to confuse the eye, turning this horrible labyrinth into a nearly impenetrable “underground sanctuary”.

Not only outsiders would get lost here, even some goatmen would not be able to find their way back to their stronghold because they mistakenly entered a certain alley, the goatmen killed by Murphy just now were in such an awkward situation, they were obviously wandering around in the labyrinth without any purpose.

Murphy guessed that this might be a kind of “sacrifice ceremony”.

He learned from Tris that goatmen have always had the tradition of sacrifice in gladiatorial fights, and encountering such a powerful labyrinth and not making good use of it is simply sorry for the evil in the goatmen’s nature.

These rude and savage guys would throw the poor people they captured into the labyrinth, appreciate their fear and resistance to death in the maze, and through the collection of such despair to achieve certain evil purposes.

Similar evil rituals really did exist on this continent; Tris had often spoken of such things during her psychic lessons for Murphy, and at some time in the past, similar rituals had occurred more than once on the borders of civilization, resulting in many horrific casualties.

It was also a way that certain extremist cultists would please their “gods”.

The vampire lord was certain that whatever the goats were doing here, this evil had been going on for centuries under the guise of the Black Plague, and the amount of despair and misery they had collected through it was astronomical.
“The goats want to please an evil god, no, that’s not quite accurate, they want to ‘awaken’ an evil god.

This dungeon was once a place of worship for that evil god, it was abandoned at the end of the last era, but that evil god left behind a few tricks of the trade, and as long as certain conditions are met, the goatmen can awaken it.

Sounds evil, right?
But it’s just one of the countless evils hidden around the Dark Mountains, but it’s perhaps the closest to being realized of all those catastrophes that could potentially be triggered.”

Just as Murphy was pondering this, the ethereal voice that had been praying just moments ago suddenly stopped chanting and instead spoke the words in a gentle gesture.

Murphy immediately stopped in his tracks.

This passage perfectly answered the curiosity and speculation in his heart about the Baphomet Grand Palace, but he didn’t voice his curiosity at all, in other words, the hidden lady in front of him guessed Murphy’s curiosity.

To be even more shocking, she read Murphy’s mind.

This made the vampire governor frown, and in passing, he released a mind-closing spell, which he had learned from Tris, a means that Tris often used to close her mind to avoid being heard by Murphy’s mind with the energy of desire.

“Well, I can’t hear your mind anymore, that talented and quick mind, full of secrets but with the presence of a ray of sweet thoughts for your lover closed the door to me, it is said that the face is born from the heart, possessing such an exquisite mind, I think that you are definitely a rare and handsome person in the world as well.”

That voice said with some regret:

“I apologize for talking to you in this way, but I must confirm that you are you.”

“You have a rather neurotic ‘prove I’m me’ elegance to that statement.”

Murphy spat, sheathing his staff and sword in his hand and the head wolf at his feet in a pouncing, ferocious stance, and as the man and his pet rounded the obstruction of the wall in front of him, he caught sight of the owner of the voice that had spoken to him.

A woman.

A strange woman!

A very strange woman in every way!

Her upper body maintained the slenderness and elegance characteristic of elves, and she also wore a silver ceremonial robe, which was embellished with very specific patches of light that kept her from being obscured from view even in this dark place.

However, this is a Shadow Elf, so her ceremonial robe is not so serious, it looks like some kind of special “erotic clothing”, around the supposedly holy ceremonial robe is covered with strange hollows.

But it wasn’t ugly.

Very subtly stuck in the elusive center of “dirty” and “holy”, making her look both sacred and erotic at the same time, this kind of hard work can not be done without hundreds of years of dark literature accumulation, only to say that the Shadow Elves in this line of work in the “good reputation”. The Shadow Elves’ “good reputation” in this line of work is not an empty one.

This dress would be enough to make old Eugene cry “blasphemy” in the Church of Avalon.

However, Murphy did not let his guard down because of the strange aura of this woman, because under the beautiful upper body, her lower body looked quite shocking.

Those were spiders!

It was like putting together a person with only the upper half of her body and a large spider with its head chopped off, whose lower half of her carapace could not hide its horror despite the fact that it was also embellished with a lot of marvelous jewels and accessories made of gold, silver, and copper.

Six sharp, tough and hideous spider legs with clawed sheaths and golden rings supported the body of this unique woman.

Her back was turned to Murphy as she maintained a prayer posture against an ancient wall, which left her lower half almost completely exposed to Murphy’s eyes, making the vampire lord incredibly wary.

As he shifted his feet to flank her, he was shocked to realize that in addition to the two hands on her upper body, the creature also had two sharp, scythe-like swinging limbs on her “belly” where it connected to the spider’s torso.

This discovery added a touch of ferocity to this already strange fellow.

Judging from the four elven war knives and a priest’s staff placed in the hands of this “spider woman”, as well as a faith-style spider shield made from the armor of a certain creature, this person is definitely not just a simple “clergyman”.

Murphy could visualize her in the battlefield and start killing with her strange power.

But at this time, Murphy saw a certain pattern on the edge of this spider woman’s ceremonial robe, which was the pattern of the Shadow Spider, thanks to Adele’s previous description of the analysis of the characteristics of the Thirteen Families of the Shadow Elves, Murphy immediately recognized it.

The Vampire Lord’s heart fluttered as he remembered the information he had just gotten from spying on Lady Berenice’s conversation with her daughter, so he spoke:

“You are a member of the Mejva family? Coupled with this strange stance, you are the legendary ‘Fate Weaver Maiden’? It is said that you can prophesy fate, but why have you appeared in this place thousands of miles away from the Eternal Rift?

I’ve heard that the Fate Weaver Maiden is the most important core figure of every Shadow Elf clan, does your appearance here mean that the Mejiawa clan is preparing to launch some sort of operation near the Barren Mountains?”

“That is not the case, Lord Murphy, you already know the fact of the Mejva family’s destruction from other sources, you are just trying to swindle me, what a handsome and cunning chieftain.”

After Murphy’s question, this life-weaving maiden who maintained a prayer posture finally opened her eyes.

A lady with such a strange body was bound to have a pair of strange eyes to match this distortion, and as she looked at Murphy, the vampire lord also saw the guy’s black left and white right pupils.

These eyes gave this strange woman another touch of mystery, but to be honest it wasn’t hard to look at, and with her long white hair that was coiled up it had quite a sense of imperial indifference to it. “But all of that bitter past means nothing anymore, I brought my surviving cowardly clansmen across the Dark Mountains to this barren land, fate made a revelation to me, and now, at the very moment of that prophecy’s fulfillment, I finally meet you in this dark place, Lord Murphy.

All I can say is that I am greatly honored.”

The lady, who was “dangerous” in every sense of the word, was courteous and polite, bending down to Murphy with the courtesy of a Shadow Elf, and did not even use her psychic powers, which must have been very powerful, to prevent Murphy from dropping the Scrying spell on her.

As the information on the character card pulsed, the creature’s information was quickly reflected back to Murphy:
Name: [Weaver] Anu Velancer Mejava

Template: level 37 alpha creature – silver/gold [Weakness Serious Injury – Order Slip]

Occupation: level 30 Sword Bard / level 30 Divine Choice – Life Weaver Maiden / Artist – Classical Music Specialization

Evaluation: Extremely Dangerous – Neutral

“So it’s you!”

Murphy had previously learned about the news of the kidnapping and disappearance of the life-weaving maiden of the Mejva family from the records of the quests accepted by the small players, and currently the small players had approached Baphomet Canyon under the leadership of a few NPCs to prepare to rescue this fellow.

However, judging from the scene in front of Murphy’s eyes, this guy was not captured by the goatmen at all!
After all, as far as the local goatman’s power that floated up and down the black iron rank was concerned, where did he get the ability to capture a gold powerhouse? Even if this Life Weaver girl in front of him had slipped in strength due to an injury, it was not something that a group of goatman thugs who worshiped the evil god could touch.

In other words, she arranged a “kidnapping” for the purpose of coming to this underground palace.

No!
From the words of this godly life weaver girl just now, we could tell that she was waiting here specifically to meet with Murphy here.

Hiss.
That sounds scary and awesome.

Although Tris, that Spiritual Energy Master, had been complaining about the unreliability of prophecy-type Spiritual Energy, at this moment, Murphy truly felt the methods of these “prophets” who specialized in prophecy magic, and this Fate Weaver Maiden must have already known that Murphy would surely appear in the Bafengt Palace.

Understanding this point makes Murphy’s whole body uncomfortable.

He didn’t like the feeling of being arranged to meet by others, to use a less appropriate example, it was just like being forced to go on a blind date.
Murphy had every intention of turning around and leaving, but you’re here, right?
“The fact that you risked those of your clan losing their backbone and about to fall apart to meet with me in this manner, while I don’t like it, I do feel ‘sincere’.”

The vampire lord asked as he took a step back:

“So, Ms. Villancer, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“Destiny!”

The Fate Weaver Maiden, who was imperious just by looking at her upper body, moved her limbs and said with a serious expression:
“The night the city of Mejva was overrun by fallen creatures and my noble people were displaced, wailing in a murderous disaster I saw where fate was headed, and it was so real it was as if the world was whispering to me about the future.

It was a wonderful experience I had never had until I became a Fate Weaver Maiden 313 years ago.

The destruction of the city of Megawa was nothing compared to it.

Anyway, my family has been corrupted for a long time, but it doesn’t matter!

The past is meaningless, the future is precious, Governor Murphy, and I’m going to organize the ‘new life’ of the House of Megawa by talking to you here.

Yes, sir.

I will be your loyal servant!

I will dedicate all that I am to You in the will of my God, joining Your destiny of destiny and sharing in Your greatness as a way to give my fallen compatriots a glimmer of possibility of surviving the tumultuous times that are about to begin.”

“?”

Murphy was greatly shaken by these words.

Although a gold powerhouse taking the initiative to join sounds like a really good thing, but the scene in front of him is how to see how strange, this kind of cake delivered to the door looks sweet, but really eat it is not likely to have an upset stomach.

“I refuse!”

Murphy without hesitation, dryly waved his hand and said:
“I have just ended my master-servant contract with another lady, and my mind, still deeply weary from the passing of my old past, does not have the ability or the will to accept the allegiance of a powerful life-weaving maiden.

I’ll be blunt.

I have no love for Shadow Elves at all, and I don’t trust you, and you should know why.”

“Yes, I know.”

In the face of Murphy’s refusal, the Life Weaver girl was not disappointed, as if this was expected, she looked at Murphy and said seriously:
“It’s related to ‘Dusk’, right?”

Murphy didn’t answer, just looked at her calmly.

Villanther knew she had guessed correctly.

She moved her hideous and grotesque body forward, and as if sensing the disgust and vigilance of the “aliens” in Murphy’s eyes, the life-weaving maiden let out a hoarse laugh, and she made a unique gesture, which she applied as a spell as her body shifted with the psychic energy of her entangled body.

After she took three steps, the hideous image of the Spider Woman dissipated, and was replaced by a Shadow Elf lady in ceremonial robes, no longer with a twisted body, but with six arms around her slender, seductive body, like a humanoid spider walking upright.

“Perhaps this form will make you feel more agreeable.”

Velancer, who had completed her “transformation”, approached Murphy and whispered:

“If your enemy is Dusk, then you will gain a steadfast companion on this path of pursuit.

I have figured out their origins along the way through prophecy and discernment, and it was the Dusk that was responsible for the destruction of the city of Medjevar, my gods have not told me much, but I already know that those bastards sent their dark forces to destroy my home, simply to test a power.

I know that the leader of that faction calls himself ‘The Scholar’ .”

“Another Dusk faction! Geez, are those guys mitotic?”

Murphy grumbled with a big head:

“You’ve got bad news for me, ma’am, there are now four factions of Dusk in front of me, counting the ones I know about. Well, if you want to show your sincerity, then tell me what you saw in the prophecy about my destiny.”

“The future!”

The Fate Weaver girl said in an uplifted tone:

“A vague future.”

“Is mere ‘vagueness’ worth dedicating yourself to?”

Murphy spat with an expressionless face:

“You prophets are really unreliable.”

“You don’t understand, Lord Murphy, you see a world full of light and thus don’t understand the pain of darkness obscuring the path ahead, compared to the destruction and decay I’ve seen, an ambiguous future is enough for me to stake everything I have.”

The Fate Weaver Maiden said softly:
“I cannot see the clear shaping of destiny in the future, but I know that you are the most important part of it, that you stand in the light of the sea of stars, and that even Lady Spider bows down to you. I know you have many questions now, and I know that loyalty and acceptance are not gifts to be taken lightly.

I have waited patiently for you to trust me, and we have plenty of time before we part this night, so ask questions, Lord Murphy, ask questions of your personal seer.

From now on, the future as I see it with my eyes will be open only to you alone.”

(End of chapter)