546.Chapter 544: 543 The Mummy Mother Who’s Really Brainwashed

Chapter 544 543.The True-Brained Mummy Lady
According to Ms. Villanther, the Baphomet Grand Earth Palace was divided into three levels, and the further down it went, the more dangerous it became, and right now at the entrance to the second level the players had already encountered the rather powerful Goatman Nightmare Priests and Dream Treading Thugs, as well as the dangerous Shadow Dogs that had been summoned by them from the Otherworldly Plane.

The intensity of this battle was not insignificant.

Fortunately, the pioneering group formed by Adele is composed of the elite players, their combat strength is not uniform but in the black iron level is already very good, and there is sufficient combat experience and not afraid to die the spirit of sacrifice, therefore, after receiving the strange mummy girl Nifitali, under the leadership of Murphy, the players immediately began a “reverse charge! “.

It took them ten minutes to run down to the second floor, and it took less than ten minutes to exit, and the efficiency of this turn in is amazing.

But unfortunately, Bafengt Palace is a no-brainer ghost place, the road is complex and labyrinth construction is very amazing, followed by Murphy together with more than a hundred people rushed down to come back even less than half of the time.

The remaining half is not dead.

They just didn’t find the right way and got trapped in the damn Bafengt Palace.

There was some kind of interference power in that damn place that prevented the “automatic pathfinding” of the Computing Pearl from taking effect, which meant that once they entered it, they had to rely on their own senses and knowledge of the palace in order to get in and out quickly.

“Go, fetch my warriors out.”

Murphy summoned George, the Lone Wolf of the Star Realm, under the dark night outside the dungeon.

This was the second summoning of the night, and George was summoned with a fresh rabbit in his mouth.

Hearing his master’s command, this guy wagged his tail in displeasure, Murphy who had the gift of beast language heard George’s complaint but he couldn’t do anything about it, he couldn’t just irresponsibly leave his little players unattended in the labyrinth, could he?
It wasn’t.
Wait!

It seemed like the purpose of his visit was for them to explore the outskirts of the dungeon?

Oh, that’s okay.

“Eat your midnight snack, you asshole guy.”

Murphy kicked his Star Realm Head Wolf, who instantly delighted in hearing that he could touch the fish, and ran aside with the rabbit in his mouth to enjoy it, while the Blood Eating Spirit Vulture, which knew how to delight itself very well, also landed and squatted on the rock next to George.

The lone wolf knew enough to share the rabbit’s eyes with his powerful companion, and Reverno smiled nonchalantly.

The two guys were not supposed to be on good terms.

But after Murphy contracted Mannis the Endless, the pressure from the bad character of the Star World demigods brought great pressure to the two beasts, and under Mannis’s humiliation and breath pressure, George and Revernor had to embrace the warmth of the group naturally became “natural allies”.

They are still discussing where to go hunting, Refnor said it can locate, by George in the ground raid, get the meat of the two 70-30.

George agreed to this model of cooperation, but it is very opinionated about the proportion of distribution, it thinks that 30/70 is a good result.

Reverno wouldn’t be weakened if it didn’t eat meat anyway, this guy was purely trying to satisfy a little appetite.

“You’ve raised your Star Realm wolves really well, if it wasn’t for the fact that you didn’t actually dabble in the realm of hunters, I would have thought that you were an out-and-out hunter and tamer.”

Outside of the dungeon, in a simple camp set up by Lady Berenice and the few undead she had awakened, the strange mummy sitting across from Murphy had finally finished “processing” her body.

It was like an anatomy lesson.

Murphy watched this strange guy unwrap his own mummy cloth, sew up the broken hand bone, then sew up the terrible wound on the stomach, the last step is to take off the head and put the spine that was broken because of the impact back together with the ghost glue.

During this “unforgettable” process, she also put back the eyeballs that had fallen out of their sockets.

Needless to say, the process was so horrifyingly frightening and frenzied that if Murphy hadn’t been a black power vampire, he would have pissed himself.

This was not nonsense.

Originally Murphy and Nefertari’s conversation site surrounded a circle of people, in Nefertari sewing hand bone when ran one-third, in her sewing stomach when ran one-third, and in her removal of the head to put together the spine, the remaining one-third absolutely can be said to be “heavy taste” of the old men also turned around and ran with a wail.

This was beyond their human limits, and drew loud jeers from the mummy.

She obviously did it on purpose.

She didn’t want her conversation with Murphy to be overheard by the others, but even though everyone ran away, there was one guy who stuck around to the end.

Peak, the pants stripping demon, stood not far away.

This little player, who was strange in every way, looked at the strange mummy across from Murphy-sama with a very curious look at the “big body teacher” who could move freely.

As Bella’s apprentice, he had learned about the underworld and recognized the lady as the legendary “mummy magus”.

Her unique life form also represented her profession. According to what the necromancer Bella had learned from the Ghost Magician’s Codex, it was one of the secret professions of the Moon Holy City, and the end of her career path was a powerful being known as the “Ancient Mummy Lord”, which was one of the most powerful creatures that could be born in the Underworld.

Feng could tell that this Ms. Nefertari had already entered the second stage of this career path, which meant that she was a silver-ranked powerful dead person.

Moreover, she was the absolute “Underworld Orthodoxy” on this continent, which gave her the ability to crush other dead professions at the same level.

However, although Feng was very curious, he was a very polite person, he decided to go up and talk to her after Lord Murphy’s conversation with the mummy was over.

Although as a player this kind of politeness is not necessary, but Ah Fung in the end is a special guy, he is more than other players know the nature of this “game”, which makes him in all kinds of action is full of etiquette and manners.

So much so that many people thought Feng was an RPer as well.

In fact, he’s not.

RP party represents the attitude of playing the game, while Ah Fung’s is the serious attitude of treating “Second Life”.

While Nefertari was spouting nonsense and laughing at the Transylvanian Warrior, Murphy, who was sitting opposite her, was observing the mummy lady.

Her dress is no different from the mummies that Murphy remembered from the excavation, all of them are wrapped with pale white cloth everywhere, but in this spiritual world this kind of dress obviously won’t affect a living corpse, those cloth strips wrapped around the torso are like a layer of strange “cloth armor” protecting the undead body before her eyes. The cloth wrapped around the body is like a strange layer of “cloth armor” protecting the body of the undead.

It is worth mentioning that when Nefertari was removing the mummy wraps and sewing up the arm, Murphy noticed that the skin of this lady’s wrapped up body was not in the same posture as that of a dry corpse, although it did have some signs of dehydration and a strange dark blue skin color.

But she was by no means a dry corpse.

Murphy guessed that this mummy lady’s body should have undergone some kind of special treatment, allowing her to maintain a relatively “fresh” state after death.

In addition to the mummy wrap that wrapped her body, Nefertari’s most distinctive feature was the gold ornaments of the Death Moon sect that she wore around her neck, on her head, and on both her hands, arms and legs, which were designed and made into jewelry, and the strange styles of these ornaments formed a subtle match with the mummy’s odd posture.

How to describe it?
It was as if these ornaments were specially designed to accompany the dead, and it became a sacrilege to give them to the living to wear.

However, if we don’t consider these conceptual thoughts and just look at the appearance, this mummy lady is just like a little girl who likes to dress up with jewelry and fills her body with this kind of peculiar ornaments.

She also had a desert-inspired pale white Death Moon ceremonial robe, which unfortunately was destroyed in the battle with the goatmen, her favorite ceremonial robe as well.

“What are you looking at?”

Just as Murphy was observing her, Nefertari suddenly asked.

Her shrouded cheeks had two holes dug out where her eyes were, allowing her eyes to see the outside world, but from the way she used glue to treat her eyeballs just now, it was obvious that those beautiful eyes that could rotate with her mind were just “decorations”.

This mummified priestess does not need eyes to “see” the world. “Is this the first time you have seen the Sangha?”

She asked.

Murphy nodded, then spat:

“But I don’t think meeting you was really the first time I’d ‘met’ a Sanghaian, either; you wrapped yourself up so that I could only confirm the rumors that the Sanghaians were rumored to be taller than humans.

As for your blue skin and other features, I didn’t see a thing. Uh, you don’t have to remove your mummy wrap just because I’m curious.

It’s a complicated thing to rewrap, and I’m guessing you wrapped your body in the wrap for a reason, probably related to your heritage, so I won’t ask.

What I’m really curious about is your mental state at this time .”

“Huh? What’s wrong with my mental state?”

Nephthali set aside the heart she had just plucked alive from the captured goatman’s body in her hand, and in the process picked up her dagger and poofed it into the goatman’s eye, removing the eyeball and rubbing it in her hand while asking curiously:
“I think I’m pretty normal!
Ever since I unfortunately fell into the water in the middle of traveling from the Land of Origin to the Vampire Coast on one of those strange vampire pirate ships and was salvaged from the belly of a whale, I’ve felt that my mental state is simply too good to be true.

I’ve never experienced the world so alive before er, that’s not right, I should say I feel so happy even after I’m dead.

Simply happy.

It’s the water in my brain that never quite drained making it a bit annoying, they kept flowing over my already dried and weathered brain, giving even signs of revitalization to those things that have been returned to death.”

She spat at the dumbfounded Murphy as she sat cross-legged in place, dismantling the still-wailing goat-man’s various organs with amazing skill and dexterity:

“I can’t even dare to move strenuously right now, as long as I move I can hear the sound of water colliding in my own brain, fortunately my brain has already gone through the astringent corpse treatment, it won’t stop just because of water, otherwise it would really be a bit troublesome.

It feels as vexing as having to grow my brain back.”

“No wonder you are very different from the other deceased’s bitter and great sorrow, so it’s because your brain has gotten water in it ow.”

Murphy couldn’t understand the true thoughts of the mummy lady in front of him, but he could be sure that the other party was very “happy” in this situation, and that kind of amusing happiness couldn’t be hidden, so just let her be.

Hey, it’s just a brain fart, small problem!

The vampire lord was now concerned about something else, and he asked:

“You told my warriors earlier that you have information about the civilization tablet? So, whose tablets are they? The goatmen? Or the jackals?”

“Huh-uh-uh-uh!”

Murphy’s question caused the Mummy Magus, who was happily removing the goatman’s liver, to let out a surprised gasp, before she replied in a peculiar tone:
“Wow, you sure know your stuff! The first questions of all the other fools asked me what the civilization tablet was, but you are different, it seems that there are still legends of the Creator circulating in the shadows of this fallen continent full of pseudo-beliefs.

And you!

You are one of those potential believers in the Creator, so, Lord Murphy, would you like me to take a moment to describe for you the Holy Father and Savior of our people of the Songhai?”

“That won’t be necessary, ma’am. Though saying so may cause me to lose the love of the Mother of Midnight’s bells and whistles, I will not hide from you that I am in fact already a true believer in the Creator.”

Murphy blinked; he didn’t say too much on this matter of faith, and it was clear from Nefertari’s laughter that she was only joking, and didn’t intend to develop Murphy as a believer in the Death Moon.

After all, who on this continent didn’t know the terrible fact that vampires were “poop in the eyes of the gods”?
Not to mention the fact that this brain-dead mummy in front of her was a real clergyman, and given her background, there was probably only one person left in the whole of Transylvania who was able to discern theology with her, Tris.

Regardless of whether it is Old Eugene or Sister Marianne, or Natalie who is receiving psychological counseling from Brother Crow at this time, on a religious level, they are not the opponent of this mummy lady.

“Back to the tablet, I had thought you had it.”

Murphy whispered:
“But now it seems you’ve lost it, and I have to ask you, you snatched that thing from an old jackalope, didn’t you? It broke a claw?”

“Well, it looks like that guy’s bad luck had nothing to do with you, Governor Murphy, and I knew it, it’s definitely not common for an old, blind, and stupid jackal to be running around Desolation Mountain with a miracle creation like the Slate of Civilization.

It’s been made into my minion, Governor, and it’s still in those stinking pirate camps.
Ah!
Lord Creator, look at my watery brain!

I forgot my business!”

Mummy Lady exclaimed:
“Go to the rescue! Lord Murphy, your far-flung compatriots are being besieged by strange subterranean creatures, and I had been staying with them before, and it was the attack of those malevolent creatures that caused me to risk breaking away from them, and fleeing all the way to Transylvania with the Jackal’s civilization tablets.

But midway through the encounter
Hell!

I can’t say the name.”

“Dusk?”

Murphy asked, expressionless:
“It was the Dusk believers who ambushed you in mid-stride? They took the tablet and left you for dead in the Baphomet dungeon?”

“No! No, it was the Nightmare Priestess of the Goatmen who ambushed me.”

Nefertari held up a finger wrapped in a peculiar shroud in a serious manner and shook it as she said:
“But considering that the damned high priest was indeed a Twilight Believer, you are correct that the tablet was snatched by them and should still be somewhere in the Great Dungeon.

I’m guessing that the malevolent creations that are besieging us should also have ties to the Dusk, and once they kill the Blood Fear Clan marines, they will come to the Baphomet Geode and take the tablet.

I don’t know what those guys are collecting the civilization tablets for yet, but obviously we all have a reason to stop them and retrieve the tablets!

That’s what the enemy wants, and we can’t let them have it.”

“Good point.”

Murphy rose to his feet with a flourish:
“Will you show us the way?
I will call upon my clan to come here and rescue my miserable blood-fearing compatriots, alas, who would have thought that the path of these wretches to return to their homeland after 200 years would be marred by so many setbacks and bumps in the road.”

“They had it coming, there’s absolutely no need to worry about those damned pirates, the only reason my mind is in the gutter is because they had to play the hell out of the walk-the-pedal game with me on the deck.”

Mummy Lady spat viciously:

“Wasn’t it just trying to steal their clan’s holy relic?
It’s not like I stole it!
As for getting so angry with me? Those stupid vampires! They have no idea where their holy relics come from.

It’s not a gift from the Midnight Mother. It’s the Creator’s legacy! It is the sacred duty of every Songhai to collect them.

Ch!
Bunch of idiots.”

“Uh, while not understanding what has happened on your journey, with all due respect, it seems that such a thing as walking the pedals may not be playing games with you.”

Murphy spat with a wink.

He made a mental note of Nefertari’s tirade about the information that the Blood Fear Clan’s holy relics definitely had something to do with the Creator, and then picked up the precious pearl to call out to Tris.

Ah, His Holiness Pa Ying had sought out these Blood Fear bastards to help, and it turned out that Murphy had to save them, Mummy Mother was right!
What a bunch of pathetic fools these old sea dogs are!
(End of chapter)