555.Chapter 553 552 You’ve got a nice gun, are you selling it?

Chapter 553 552.You’ve got a nice gun, is it for sale?
The seven major vampire clans all had their own holy relics.

In addition to the Thorns clan’s holy relic “Fallen Virtue” lost, all the holy relics are in the hands of the respective clan Archduke, and for the vampire clans have a rather special meaning, for example, although Archduke Tris is the real head of the Blood Vulture clan, but holding the necessary evil Murphy can still be regarded as the Archduke in person.

In the past one thousand years, about the vampire relics of the legend is also the continent’s enduring “treasure topic”, a lot of idle pain of boredom will argue which vampire relics in the end the most chicken, because the strongest is undisputedly the blood alliance relics, that is, the sacred gun by the Palyng Zunjun presided over the possession of the eternal silence.

It was the weapon that would make the Blood Archdukes feel like a manacle.

“Eternal Silence” is not a good word in the vampire legend, so this weapon in the eyes of the Midnight Blood is not a good symbol, it is the “thousand years of the Lord” in the eyes of the vampires on the other side of the Paryng.

Brutal, cold, and the judgment of absolute sanity.

There are also many treasure hunters exploring the ruins of the Frozen Sea in the north day in and day out, trying to find the sacred relics of the Thorn Clan, which were lost due to the death of Oksana the Ancient eight hundred years ago.

Legend has it that the battle gauntlet, known as the “Fallen Virtue,” grants the user unrivaled and unparalleled power.

But in reality, as one of the owners of the holy relic, Vampire Lord Murphy can tell those who don’t know the truth and spread rumors that the holy relic of the blood clan is not as powerful as the legend.

They are indeed very powerful, and are the undisputed top artifacts on the continent, but how powerful they can be utilized still depends on the skill of the holder.

For example, the power of the Desire Demon Blade Necessary Evil in the hands of Salokdar and in the hands of Murphy cannot be compared at all.

But the first appearance of the Blood Fear Sacred Artifact – Dark Luck really shocked the whole scene, the power of this blow to kill the strengthened silver werewolf in seconds made Murphy begin to resist thinking about the topic that those boring people always argue about.

Could it be that the weakest of the vampire holy relics is actually the “Necessary Evil” in his hand?
No way.
The werewolf incarnated Seeker was killed by Pablo with a single shot, which meant that the encounter was completely over. The remaining cultists could not run away under the ravages of the power of gold, and they were sent to meet their fallen God by Claire’s first mate.

As these cultists were killed, the rat riot also completely calmed down in a very short period of time.

Perhaps the loss of their controller made these dangerous rats return to their beastly habits, and after realizing the power of their enemies, their cowardly fear crushed their broken hearts.

The rats retreated down the tunnels they had dug, wailing like a black tide ebbing, and in a matter of minutes they were gone.

However the second chapter of the Vampire Race Mainline certainly could not end so easily, and after rescuing the Blood Fear pirates who had been under siege for days, Lord Murphy handed down the final phase of this quest.

“Warriors! Get rid of the evil, now, follow the pit and chase after them!”

Murphy shouted to his raging small group of players as the fog of war began to dissipate and the battlefield of the valley was in shambles:
“These dangerous ratlings must be exterminated, we must find the lair of these vicious creatures and end this horrible fall with a heavenly burial of fire, however, the Transylvanians never fight a battle without reward!

Therefore, I promise to give you my precious sword as a reward.”

The Vampire Governor held his staff sword, “Beastly Deep”, which he had been using for some time in the past, high in the air, and as the players watched eagerly, their handsome and generous Lord Governor said:
“Let this hunt be the first battle of Clan Bloodwing in the Dark Mountains! Whoever slaughters the most rats in three days, this staff and sword shall be his or hers!”

“Oooooh, long live the generous Lord Murphy!”

A burst of cheers rang out from the crowd, and there was no need for Murphy to micromanage any further, as the players who were interested in seizing the divine weapon wailed and rushed back into those dark pits and began to articulately chase down the damned ratmen.

But not everyone went.

For example, Che Che and the girls of the Silver Moon Regiment stayed where they were, they hated rats or had a dense phobia, in any case, the generous rewards given by Murphy couldn’t mobilize these guys’ desire to win or lose.

They would rather stay here and clean up the battlefield.

“Thank you for the selfless assistance of the warriors under your command, Governor Murphy.”

After the players dispersed, the commander of the Blood Alliance Shield Knights, who had rushed from the Black Flame Pass to provide support, limped to Murphy, and this half-elf very appropriately bowed down to Murphy and said:

“We came with arrogance in our hearts, we thought that we would be the saviors of the Blood Fear Clan, however, the facts proved that in front of the bravery of the Transylvanians, the strength and courage that we were so proud of were not worth mentioning.

Not only did you save Clan Bloodfear, but you also saved us from being besieged by the Ratmen.

Without the aid of your warriors who risked their lives, my soldiers would be sadly buried here.”

“But without your fight, my warriors wouldn’t have been able to break through the ratmen’s pit block, and this wave belongs to our mutual achievement, brave knights.”

Murphy said in a very set commercial mutual admiration:

“The Blood Alliance Clan deserves to be the conscience of the vampires, I thank you for stepping in to help in the moment of crisis, and my friends will also be grateful to you.”

As he said that, Murphy glanced at Captain Bloody who was hugging the weak Claire and continuously mooching off her, the latter noticed Murphy’s eye hints and very reluctantly stepped forward to do an exaggerated pirate salute and said to the Blood Alliance Shield Knight Captain who was looking at him:
“Of course of course, our Blood Fear Clan is not a white-eyed wolf, and I, the captain, thank you for your selfless assistance, brothers of the Blood Alliance, please tell Commander Heather that we will fight under Governor Murphy’s command in the Black Plague War afterward, and that she doesn’t have to worry about us running around destroying her positions.

In the future, if you run into trouble on the Sea of Mists, my fleet will also do its best to help.”

“Well, I’ll bring the word.”

That Shield Knight leader did not have any intention of staying.

He put on his battle helmet, which was full of ratman gnawing marks, and turned back to Murphy:

“Lord Heather awaits your visit at the defense line, Lord Murphy, we will leave the map and look forward to your visit with your warriors.”

“I still have a few things to take care of, such as the establishment of the defense line in the Valley of the Shadow and so on.”

Murphy took the map and said to the Shield Knight:
“So please tell Lord Heather that in seven days at the latest, I will personally visit her at the position of the Blood League Knights, and there are also some issues regarding the Burning Gold Armament that I wish to discuss with her, so please prepare yourself, Lord Heather.”

The shield knight nodded and mounted his horse and walked out, but turned back after a few hundred meters.

This half-elf Blood League Knight whispered with some embarrassment:
“I would like to procure a bit of that ‘iron barrel’ and its accompanying ammunition that your warriors are holding and bring it back to show Lord Heather. We realize that the weapons you use are very subtle, ensuring firepower along with superb mobility.

If the Knights want to hold the Black Flame Pass, this new type of weapon must be utilized.

I realize that this request is a bit excessive, but…”

“That’s fine, there’s no secret learning that can’t be shared in front of a pressure like the Black Plague.”

Murphy laughed bashfully, pointed to a few warriors resting on the side, and said:

“You go and buy it from them, but my warriors are all descended from mountain people, they are rough and a bit greedy, so the price…”

“I understand, I will offer three times the price to beg for samples, but large-scale purchases are up to Lord Heather.”

That shield knight politely gave a generous price, making Murphy very satisfied.

He secretly sent a prompt message to Che Che who was building a fire there, requesting Che Che to come up with a lion’s share of the price and triple the ex-factory price of the few barrels they were holding, after taking care of this fine detail, Murphy turned back to look behind him.

They would already be beyond the valley by now.

The pit that had been dug and collapsed by the aerial bombing had become a huge fissure, which gave off a disgusting barbecue smell, fortunately, this kill mission to hunt down the rats had just been released, otherwise the one who had killed the highest number of rats would definitely be the small reed name that dropped the aerial bomb.

The aerial bomb with gold-fired powder exploded in the center of the pit in the semi-enclosed space, killing most of the ratmen in the pit almost instantly.

The destructive power was MAX!

The quest to hunt the ratmen was issued to the players, so the NPCs of the Blood Vulture Clan would still be resting in place, and Fimis, at Adele’s suggestion, planned to use a massive fossilized mud to close off the pit, and in the meantime, fill in the corpses of the ratmen into the ground to avoid a large-scale plague.

These guys were carrying deadly germs and something was definitely going to happen if they were left alone.

“They say that the Transylvanians are brave and ruthless, I’ve had my eyes opened today.”

After the dust settled, Bloody Captain Pablo hugged his first mate’s wife, who had already fallen asleep and was still talking in her sleep, while he didn’t know where he fished out a delicate little wine jug, twisted it open and poured a mouthful of it for himself.

Looking at the messy valley behind him, this pirate captain who had traveled across the Sea of Mists whispered:

“Well, I’m convinced, I grew up begging for a living on a ship, I’ve never seen anyone fight a war that could be so crazy, they’re even willing to rush into the pit to hunt down those disgusting rat people just for your orders and so little bounty.

You are their king!

It’s their head beast, no wonder you have the confidence to go head to head with the Jackals, if there are tens of thousands of such warriors, then you do have hope of winning the fight.”

“Tens of thousands of people? You really dare to think.”

Murphy spat:
“Just these people are the essence of the entire Transylvania’s strength, before the Black Plague arrived I would be lucky to gather three thousand people, but aren’t there still you guys? You old seadogs on shore also have good fighting strength, and you haven’t suffered much damage after being besieged by the ratmen for so many days.”

“Heh, do you really think we’re the ones who held out?”

Captain Bloody shook his head.

He stroked his beard and whispered:
“I’ve always had a guess before, but I didn’t dare to say it lest I break the hearts of my brothers, but now that we’ve all escaped, I don’t need to hide anything. You shouldn’t think that it was us who defeated these strange rat people, you know the feeling they gave me over the past few days didn’t actually feel like they were attacking the city, their waves of attacks and waves of sending people to their deaths were more like they were
practicing their troops!

I can feel it!
Those ratmen were clumsy when they first appeared and would only bite with their teeth, but after a few days they learned to make combat hammers out of bones and would strap some strange wood to themselves as armor.

They’re learning, they’re improving.

Much faster than we thought, and there’s something else I don’t know if you’ve noticed?

It doesn’t seem like it’s the first time these guys have carried out an attack of this magnitude, they’re methodically splitting up and they know how to dig tunnels to get close to their target and then launch a wave charge, they’ve definitely fought similar offensive battles before.

These assholes give me a strange feeling, Dryad Murphy, they’re going to be trouble!
Maybe even more trouble than the jackals, there must be something going on in the Dark Mountains that we don’t know about.

Terrible things .
Alas, if it weren’t for the orders of His Holiness Paing, I would have taken my poor frightened brothers out of here right now and returned to the sea, this is no place for us to be at all.”

“You have nowhere else to go, go back to Transylvania, or rest in the Valley of the Shadow.”

Murphy said casually:
“We did make a bet, and I won and you lost, the great pirate who has traveled across the Misty Sea doesn’t even have this much temperament, right?”

“Ch.”

Pablo skimmed his mouth irritably and gestured towards the pirates below, telling them to go and help the Blood Vulture Clan burn the ratman corpses.

This valley couldn’t be wanted!

So many corpses piled up together even after they were burned up something like a skeleton army would surely appear.

“That gun of yours, can you show it to me?”

Murphy stood beside Pablo, he glanced at the silver gray swivel shotgun that was carried behind Captain Bloody’s back and asked in a low voice.

The Blood Fear Pirate Archduke glanced at Murphy as he stroked his beard and said:
“Generally speaking, the person who dares to make this request will be tied up at the bottom of the ship by me, if he can survive for three days I will forgive him, do you know what happened to the last person who tried to touch my lover?”

“You mean Nefertari?”

Murphy rolled his eyes and said:
“You do realize that the mummy-queen didn’t try to take your gun because she’s actually a thief, but just because the thing is a legacy from the Creator, right? Those Sangha people don’t make sense when it comes to things like that.”

“I know, I’ve got a secret harbor offshore of the Land of Origins, and I know what ass-tempered Sanhai people are, but I’m too lazy to tell the difference! She’s just a thief, she deserves to be punished, and it’s none of my business if she gets brainwashed and turns crazy!”

Pablo chided:

“This is a holy relic of the Blood Fear Clan and must be held by the Grand Duke himself! Even if I don’t have the slightest interest in the glory of the Blood Fear, I will not give my weapon to just anyone to admire, such behavior is tantamount to rebellion on a ship!”

“Unless you’re offered an unrefusable reward, huh? I know all about that whole pirate thing of yours.”

Murphy casually waved his hand, and the whistling Necessary Evil was held in his hand, and handed it back to Pablo in reverse, saying:

“This is my Blood Vulture’s holy relic! You can also appreciate it as a remembrance of the first contact between Blood Vulture and Blood Fear. If I can bind the Evil of Necessity, it proves that you can also bind the Dark Luck, how can a soul object be stolen so easily?”

“Alright, alright, you’re the Lord Governor, the one man, the one man, and I’ll have to kneel to you to have a decent time in Transylvania.”

Pablo gave a mock servant’s salute, and he said in a beatific manner:
“You’ve given me face as a stinking pirate by not making me kneel and lick your boots, how can I ask for more, here, five minutes should be enough time for you to appreciate my blood fearing holy relics.”

He didn’t bother to pick up the Necessary Evil.

Probably because he thought that this kind of weapon with its own consciousness was dangerous, it might jump up and give himself a knife, it was not worth it to take such a risk just for the sake of curiosity.

He threw Dark Luck to Murphy, and the Vampire Governor took it in his hands and realized that the gun was quite heavy.

The thing was really pretty!
The whole thing was the classic shape of a long-barreled shotgun, the barrel, which was made to be silver-gray, took up two-thirds of the weapon’s length, the body of the gun was of some unknown material, perhaps some kind of alloy, and on it was the engraving of a beautiful iris flower, along with a few mottos of the Blood Fear Clan.

However, unlike ordinary shotguns, this one took a rotating wheel nest feeding method, like the nest of a revolver, which could put in six rounds at a time.

This thing honestly didn’t look like a hunting weapon at all, instead it looked like a finely crafted work of art, it should be placed on top of the fireplace as an heirloom rather than actually being taken to the battlefield to open someone’s head.

Murphy did a shoulder-to-shoulder firing maneuver, with perfect balance and artistic sights.

At that instant he activated item identification, and the words of the item quickly popped into view:

Name: Dark Luck – Classic Revolving Wheel Shotgun

Quality: Miraculous Creation
Traits: Extraordinary Accuracy – Extraordinary Piercing – Extraordinary Bludgeoning – Superior Swiftness – Superior Range Enhancement – Superior Eagle Eye (Forever) – Looting Heart

Special Effects:

I. Midnight Luck:

Midnight Luck will grant the user one or more of the six statuses of [Mental Hunt], [Accumulated Heavy Strike], [Split Attack], [Fierce Projectile], [Scorching Shock], and [Deep Freeze] with each shot.

The way it takes effect is completely random, not affected by any external force, and is only related to the user’s luck.

When the lucky person uses this weapon, there is a chance that the [Strong Luck] effect will be triggered, increasing the chance of triggering multiple statuses and increasing the power of the ammo attack to the level of “One Strike, One Kill”.

When a person with bad luck uses this weapon, the [Curse of Fate] effect will be triggered, reducing the weapon’s lethality to “weak/non-lethal/toy gun”.

Tip!

Everyone’s luck is different at every moment of the day, so make sure you are lucky before using this weapon.

II. Lance of Looting:

The core of Bloodfear’s power lies in looting, and their holy relics possess the same effect.

When the enemy hit does not die, a certain power belonging to the enemy is applied to the user, and as the battle goes on, the amount of power looted gradually increases until the looting ends when the enemy dies.

A portion of the looted power will be used to strengthen the Dark Luck’s Fate Core to enhance the gun’s shooting power, and the rest of the power will disappear at the end of the battle.

Currently, the Fate Core has been strengthened to the following degree: Medium.

The current level of Dark Luck’s destructive power enhancement is: Medium.

III. Legacy of Creation:

This weapon is a mysterious artifact created by [DATA DELETED] after a whim, and is one of his best works. The design of the weapon can be extracted after meeting the “one who has the right destiny”.

Requirements: The user must be a member of the Blood of Sin – Blood Fear Clan, and have the profession of a [Hunter] and related professions; those with bad luck should stay away from this weapon to avoid tragedy.

Current Binders: [Captain Blood / Archduke Bloodfear / Scourge of the Misty Sea] Pablo Juan Giovanni

Item Description:

[I always thought I was a lucky maker, until I knew I was wrong when I used this to ward off an unwanted intruder into my lab early one morning, only to fire six shots in a row and fail to kill a head-holding evil god . -I knew I was wrong.
[Data Deletion]

[Data Deletion]

Tip!

Reverend Murphy Le Sombra is the “Alpha Administrator”, no doubt you’re the “one with the right destiny”, the learning program for the Universal Image Device has been activated, do you want to extract the “Dark Luck – Mechanical Edition” design plans? Is it possible to extract the “Dark Luck – Mechanical Version” design?

“Of course.”

Murphy grinned, the Universal Image Device on his wrist began to quietly emit a shimmering light, but in a few seconds, the design of the Dark Night Luck was extracted.

In the next second, a prompt popped up on the character card:

“The special personal protection form of the Wanxiang Device [Dark Night Good Luck – Mechanical Version] has been unlocked!”

“Ah, what a great gun.”

Murphy pretended to sigh with emotion and returned the Dark Night Good Luck to Pablo, he also patted the pirate captain’s shoulder and said meaningfully:
“Now that we’re friends, Your Generous Excellency, want to play a hand in our best casino in Transylvania? I can instruct old Huo to give you a discount or something.”

(End of chapter)