556.Chapter 554 553 Still playing with psychic energy here? The enemy’s genes

Chapter 554 553.Still playing with psychic energy here? The enemy are all genetically ascended feed!
Although the pirates under Captain Bloody’s command were saved, they were all very tired and basically injured, and there were a few unlucky people who had been captured by the rats and mice before who had gone crazy, and one of them was peeling his own skin.

This is obviously suffering from terrible psychological trauma, commonly known as crazy.

But here’s the most hellishly funny point of this whole thing:

The guy’s a vampire pirate who has super self-healing powers, so he grows skin back after every skinning, and the skin that’s been flayed off burns and dissipates as fast as it can in the sunlight .
It’s almost like a very sad torture without end in every sense of the word.

“Send these guys to the Avalon Sanctuary as fast as you can and get Brother Raven to give them a post-disaster psychological intervention, look at them, they’re miserable.”

Murphy couldn’t bear to look any further and turned his head to Adele beside him:

“By the way, send the seriously injured guys in the pirates back as well, let them find a place to rest in the embassy district, His Excellency Pablo and his first mate’s wife are going to go to Batasin City to have an audience with Madame Shani under the leadership of Andre.

I’ll arrange for Tris to meet them when they return.

You leave a few people here to document and organize my warriors’ pursuit and nest destruction of the ratlings, and when the best hunter is decided, give him or her this sword in my name.”

He handed his staff sword to Adele, not saddened by the loss of a collectible weapon for himself, Murphy had always been open minded in that regard, as he said, out with the old and in with the new, and, if a sword could make a minor player loyal to him, then the business was simply a profitable one.

The Head of Loyal Intelligence nodded and said:
“Are you going back to the Dark Valley now? The elders there are eager to meet you.”

“No, I’ll make a trip to Baphomet Canyon first.”

Murphy said as he felt out his pocket watch and looked at the time:
“After the important things about Hogg are done over there, I will gather you all in the Valley of the Darkness, followed by a trip to the Blood Alliance Clan’s position at the Black Flame Pass.

Maxim will soon bring his soldiers into the Dark Valley, you let your clan make a good handover there, and by the way, arrange for a few elders to return to Transylvania with the old, weak, women and children to choose a new place for you to live.

I think the ancestral woodland neighborhood is good, that piece of prairie is absolutely very suitable for half-elves like you to live, if you want to live a lively life, then look for Miriam can be in the Scarlet Castle to give you a special arrangement for an elf community.

There aren’t many of you anyway.”

“Thank you for your gracious permission, master.”

Adele let out a long breath in her mind.

Though she didn’t have much affection for her people, she wanted to see a good outcome for those half-elves who were like her.

However, before leaving, Adele still reminded:

“Master, the Phantom Half-Elves don’t ask for much, and it’s not difficult for Transylvania to embrace them, however those true Shadow Elves aren’t so easy to deal with. Although that Life Weaver Maiden Velanther claimed that she was willing to become your loyal servant, and was also willing to help you bring the last of the Mejva Elves into the Scarlet Fortress so that they would willingly serve you.

This sounds wonderful, but from what I know of the Shadow Elves, she definitely has her own agenda!
You must be careful when you spend time with her.

There are some strange and bizarre abilities of the Fate Weaving Maidens, and it’s definitely not just because they’re Priestesses of the Spider Lady that they’re able to hold a high position in the highly competitive Shadow Elf society.”

“I’m not worried about her getting her hands dirty in Transylvania, because I have the best intelligence specialists in the business.”

Murphy appreciated:
“I’m sure with your distaste for Shadow Elves, you wouldn’t allow them to disrupt our national order either.”

“Well, I’ll keep an eye on them, in your name.”

Adele’s heart warmed instantly at the encouragement, and as she bent down to leave, she handed Murphy some more blood-stained papers, and she said:

“This was found on the body of that suspected werewolf guy, it seems to be some experimental data and summaries, as well as the syringe it used before it transformed and other things have been collected, I know you will be interested in these things.

But unfortunately, that guy isn’t actually dead.

The only thing he left there was a corpse, his soul was transferred the moment he died, and I specifically asked Missy to confirm that there was no information left in that shredded corpse that could be traced.”

“Well, I had already guessed this result, if these cultists didn’t have similar means, they would have long since been wiped out under the pursuit of Venerable Lord Paying. I’m satisfied to have found this, go about your business, Adele.

Remember to take care of yourself.”

Murphy took the documents and the bits and pieces packed in the box, and after Adele left with her heir, Dana, Murphy spread his wings and sped off in the night in the direction of Baphomet Canyon.

He opened the box in the air and removed the syringe from it again, which had already been used once.

This thing was very delicate, and at first glance, it was not something that an alchemist could produce.

In fact, this thing is molded in one piece and the shell is not iron or wood, like some kind of polymer material, even the injection holes are hidden in the syringe body and there is a button for instantaneous completion of the injection, so simple future technology style makes Murphy conclude that this thing is definitely from some lost land of the Creator.

The fact was just as he thought:
Name: Disposable Drug Storage and Injection Device
Quality: Disposable consumable
Producer: Eden “New Life” Biotechnology Company’s Ninth Automatic Assembly Line

Description:

The shell made of polymer ensures that the product remains intact under most circumstances, even if it is dropped angrily, it will not let even a single drop of the stored medication spill out, the fast and painless injection needle allows you to avoid the pain of the hand-wave nurses who have to inject multiple times, and the built-in miniature air pump and homogenized push tube allow any injection process to be completed within 0.5 seconds.

This is not the product of technological breakthroughs, but it does reflect the ‘New Life Technology’ always put the user experience first.

Please recognize our brand!

Choose New Life Technology for a better future!

“F*ck! This Golden Age advertisement is making me a little excited, so where can I buy a similar black tech injector?”

Murphy made to spit out:
“But can you guys keep your lines hidden? Do you realize that in a thousand years a group of cultists will be using your production line for bad things! Asshole alien capitalists.”

He chortled so, dropping the syringe that didn’t leave a single drop of liquid back into the box, and picking up the notes the old cultist man had just left behind, which recorded some unspecified data that was unintelligible without a clue, but some of the record-type text revealed the guy’s true identity:

“I was assigned to the Ratman project team, I really don’t like those shady rodent creatures, but I knew I had to stick it out, it was the best chance to show Lord ‘Scholar’ what I could do.

I thought I’d need to start my research from scratch, but it turns out that the Dusk organization is filled with more elite people than I thought.

While I was still learning all that obscure knowledge from the Creator, they had already fully transplanted the ratman genetic blueprints kept in the Genetic Sacred Vault into the large rats that could be found everywhere in the Dark Mountain Range and had successfully completed the first phase of the trial.

I can never forget that day!
I saw with my own eyes the scene when the first small ratman walking upright was born amidst the convulsions of the giantized female rats.

It was stupid!
Like its kind it only knew how to eat, destroy and mate, but the light that flashed in those tiny eyes represented stupidity but not disgust, I saw curiosity in those eyes . It gave birth to the humblest intelligence.

And we!
With our own hands, we created a creature never before seen on the continent! Its genes came from an extinct world among the stars, and it was we who gave this race a new life!
The authority of the Creator has long been in the hands of the Dusk, and now I will share in the glory of this creation, which may be a bit of a rebellion, after all, no matter where in the canon it is considered an act of rebellion to seize the authority of the gods.

But my frantically beating heart told me that this was perhaps the greatest opportunity I could have gotten in my bumbling life.

The rat man only lived for seven hours before he died.

The Lord Scholar himself had come to see it, and he regretfully told us that our process of copying out the genetic blueprint was still flawed, and that we hadn’t been able to perfectly recreate the most standardized form of the Ratman.

But it didn’t matter.

That lord saw the potential of our project team, and he generously distributed enough high-end equipment and an entire creation lab for us to use, enough to make even psychic lords let out a scream.

He only had one request.

We must advance the Ratman project to the point where it can be used as a ‘biological weapon’ before the Fifth Black Plague makes waves, and according to my awesome peers, that won’t be hard at all.

Because this isn’t actually the first time they’ve done something like this.

Decades ago, they’d managed to create another ‘perfect creature’, a miracle that the Scholar Lord himself had led them to accomplish.

They proudly called it the ‘Beast of Extinction’.

It was said that the Lord Scholar had set free those creatures he had created with his own hands in the mountains between the Sea of Mirrors and the Gray Desert, right in the darkness around the cities of those pathetic goatmen.

He says that it is not yet the moment for those beasts to appear.

I could not fathom why a great man of his wisdom would join the cult of Twilight, but as I continued to learn those forbidden knowledge of the Creator, I realized that the Lord Scholar was once as foolish as I was.

It was not that he chose the Dusk, but that the Dusk shaped him as he is now, just as the Dusk will shape me!

One day, I will return to the White Cliffs with my creation in a dignified manner, and I will return to them a hundredfold the shame that those arrogant and foolish Spiritualists have inflicted upon me!
Alas, if the Tower of the Ring had been willing to give me a laboratory, I wouldn’t have had to do what I’m doing right now.

But it doesn’t matter.

My cowardice and my weakness have been abandoned, and it was Dusk and Lord Scholar who gave me a new life.”

Murphy frowns at this diary entry, which is full of heart-to-heart transitions, and realizes the dangerous things that the Scholar faction of the Dusk is doing.

It’s true that these guys aren’t as aggressive as the “Source” faction, nor are they as secretive as the “Shadow Elves” faction, but the “bio-creation” they’re carrying out seems to be shaping the Dusk into a true army of exterminators. The army of extermination. The Ratmen are the fruits of this bio-creation, and from reading between the lines of the diary, we can tell that they have some pretty terrifying resources.

They can even decipher the knowledge left behind by the Creator, and even extract “genetic blueprints”, a high-end thing that sounds out of place in this world.

And most importantly.
“That ‘scholar’ doesn’t seem to be optimistic about the future of the Jackals?”

Murphy mused with a frown:
“The fact that he asked the researchers under his command to get the ratman army ready before the Black Plague appears repeatedly means that Dusk seems to realize that this Black Plague is definitely not going to be successful, or, perhaps, they don’t want to see the Jackals succeed.

Therefore, their attitude towards the Black Calamity was not one of complicity, but quite simply ‘utilization’!
These guys were using the big background of the Black Calamity coming to push their cause in the dark, and they knew very well that all of the continent’s attention would be focused on the Black Calamity, and no one would pay attention to their actions in the shadow of the Black Calamity.

Tsk, how cunning.”

Murphy thought so.

He felt like he had furthered his understanding of Dusk, and then he turned yet another page of the diary, and found another diary written by the old man’s cultist amongst all the complicated data that was hard to decipher.

This page was equally informative:

“Just yesterday, I managed to extract the original genetic blueprint that the Creator Servants designed for the Jackals in the first place at my foolish apprenticeship, and it made me feel exhilarated!

I know that if I re-enforce these blueprints with my own learning, I will be able to create even more powerful beings based on the Jackals.

Jackals were originally designed and created by those Creator servants to be used as security guards for defense, but those cowards didn’t write more destructive and feral segments into their genes, like a lock on the powerful potential that Jackals were meant to have.

I am not a coward!

I am brave, and that is based on the confidence that comes with knowledge.

I named this project ‘Werewolf’!
Oh, there have always been legends about werewolves in the mountains of the Sax region where I was born, but I know that werewolves don’t even exist in this world, it’s just a boring legend made up by farmers scared of vampires to give themselves courage.

But when I was a kid I always wanted to meet an awesome werewolf in person, and I can finally fulfill that dream now.

And in the fragmented information left behind by the Creator, I knew that there were remnants of werewolf genes in the sacred vault left behind by the Creator, but unfortunately, even the Creator couldn’t salvage that precious genetic blueprint in the era of the ‘Great Extinction’.

This shows that the Creator is not omniscient nor omnipotent at all.

Hey, the vampires on this continent already have power, so why can’t fate lend me a hand to bring back the ancient werewolves to this world?
This idea filled me with vigor.

Lord Scholar heard about my plan, he also expressed his commendation for my efforts and sent me the broken genetic blueprints of the ‘Ancient Werewolf’, I’ve already combined the two together, and soon the werewolves belonging to this world will break out of their nests!

The vampires are in trouble.

But what does it matter?

No one likes vampires anyway, and if my werewolves can destroy those dogs, maybe the kings of the entire continent will be willing to award me a medal.

Yet I no longer needed those out-of-body things, I had knowledge with me always now.

Still news from earth can occasionally entertain my mind tired from knowledge, early this morning I received a letter from an old friend, a rarity, I thought they had all forgotten about me as a loser.

But as it turns out, the Tower of the Ring is an unmitigated hellhole.

My old friend Parnell, who is equally unappreciated in the Tower of the Ring, and who I had already invited over to get out of it through the excuse of ‘death by disease’, told me that Her Excellency, Lina Firm Anitara, the Master of Shaping, nicknamed ‘Dragonflame’, had been installed as a ‘cultist’ charge and was sent to the prison of the Tower of the Ring.

Those Spirit Energy Masters are preparing to take her as a ‘gift’ to King Louis to appease his anger, chit, don’t think I don’t know what those fools are thinking.

Master Lina is the famous ‘ageless beauty’ of the Tower of the Ring, they are afraid that they are hoping to arouse the lustful heart of that rhodium cesium beryllium of King Louis so that the Tower of the Ring can safely survive this unmitigated disaster.

But that’s just the speculation of my old friend who’s trekking on the road, and who also says that there is indeed a traitor in the Tower of the Ring!
Hahaha, that pathetic fellow never knew that our forces had long ago entered into the corrupt system of the Tower of the Ring, and with just a little bit of slight manipulation, even an unbeatable psychic juggernaut such as ‘Dragonflame’ would have to fall victim to our power.

My position in the organization is not high enough for me to know which of the great figures in the Tower of the Ring is one of ours, but I am certain that at least one of the three tower factions is already completely ours.

Lena is nothing more than a scapegoat.

Sadly, that proud beauty seems to have realized the danger to come.

She actually broke the cage and escaped.

That pathetic ‘Iceberg Beauty’ gave up her position and allowed her faction members to be slaughtered, and from then on, she went into hiding and was reduced to a lonely wild mage.

My old friend Parnell tells me that the Tower of the Ring laid all the blame on Lady Lena, and carried out a terrible internal purge to ensure that King Louis’ wrath dissipated.

Well, I think I should break the news to the Scholar Lord, with so many people innocently implicated, it’s about time we started a new round of ‘nerf work’.

The Tower of the Ring doesn’t want those poor mages, but we do!

Poor obscure but actually amazing geniuses like Parnell are destined to be used for us, I’m sure my old friend will build something just as great as I did, my only regret is that he’s too kind, he’s always worried that his untalented disciple will be bullied after he leaves.

Ch, isn’t it normal for the incompetent to be bullied?

But that’s not their fault either, that’s the fault of this world with no eyes! Maybe I should send that poor kid an invitation as well, I remember meeting him, what was that kid’s name?

Heru?

Well, I think that’s the name.

A wild boy from the elven forests of Antani with no background.

Hehehe, coming from the same background as me, it’s so nostalgic.

The best of the best they produce will eventually become part of the Twilight, and when that warm moment of extinction arrives, we’ll all enjoy the afterglow from the extinction of eternity, recreating the world in that peaceful darkness.

This twisted epoch must be brought to an end; it is an ancient mistake that must be corrected.”

“Tsk!”

After reading this page of diary, Murphy fully judged that the old man cultist who was killed by Baburo with a single shot was not a decent person either, he was a defector mage from the Tower of the Ring who was still harboring ill intentions towards the Spiritual Master of someone else’s Plastic Energy Faction.

Sure enough, who would write a diary for a decent person?

But Heru!
This guy who started laying back down after getting a knighthood in Transylvania actually had such a peculiar background and story? It seems like he needs to let Bull の Girlfriend Miss Ambrosia have a chat with her little homie.

If “Baron Heru” did receive an invitation from his former mentor but didn’t report it, then this investigator may have to undergo scrutiny from the Shadow Intelligence Bureau.

“However, this also confirms that King Louis was set up by the Dusk, and the so-called elimination of sycophants is just the Dusk’s way of launching an innocent scapegoat. The corrosion of the Tower of the Ring is nothing short of shocking, and if I told Loren the Short that news, the half-dwarf who had been used would probably jump up and down on the spot.”

Murphy rubbed his chin at the thought:
“But after being victimized by Dusk, that renegade Master Lina probably hates the bastards already, and if I can find her who faked her death and got away with it, my little anti-Dusk alliance will have some powerful fighters on board again.

That’s a psychic energy master!
Also specializing in Plastic Energy spells, I’m guessing she’s a lot more powerful in terms of destructive power than the disgraced Tris.

Hmm, it really is time to place an order for Lady Shani, but hopefully Clan Thorn’s continent-spanning Nightwalkers are strong enough to do so.”

He threw the journal back into his bag, then folded his wings and landed, finding Lady Berenice, her daughter and son-in-law, and the “out-of-date” Life Weaver Velancer resting by the side of the road near Baphomet Canyon.

Before Murphy could say anything, Velanther rushed over first.

Her black and white eyes shone with a serious light, and as she grabbed Murphy’s wrist, she asked:
“I heard those funny little guys discussing ‘ratmen’ in the communication of the Operational Treasure Pearl, so you guys killed and defeated a group of ratmen when you went to save the Blood Fear Pirates earlier? Describe to me the appearance of those guys!

Were they large rats that walked upright?

Are they tool-using and endless, and good at digging tunnels from the ground to raid?”

“Hmm? What are you so excited about?”

Murphy asked back in surprise:

“Have you ever seen a rat man before?”

“More than that! It was those filthy ratmen who destroyed the city of Medjevar!”

The life-weaving girl hated them with a passion, and she roared:
“It was those disgusting things that displaced me, that took over and made my hometown the biggest and nastiest rat’s nest on the continent! Tell me, Master Murphy! Where the hell did those rat people come from?”

(end of chapter)