559.Chapter 557 556 My Murphy’s creed is, like a British

Chapter 557 556.My Murphy’s creed is, pulling off an entrance like a hero!
Tris was a traditional Psychic Master with a solid fighting style, so before making the final breakthrough against the goatman church in front of her, Tris spent some time preparing Psychic Status Enhancement and distributing scrolls and potions for everyone in the team.

The Palanor Knights played the front, with her as a support, and Hogg, Winnie, and Touch Your Poor were responsible for grabbing the Civilization Tablet in the middle of the battle.

After clarifying their respective tasks, the Rose Knight performed an artistic prayer and then wore a rose as scarlet as blood on her breastplate, like a classical knight’s marching ceremony, representing that she was ready for battle.

He was the first to step onto the heavily weathered stone bridge, holding his mounted lance and heavy shield as he quickly rushed towards the broken church at the end of the bridge, with Tris and Winnie flapping their wings close behind, while Little Richie summoned the Scorpion Lion to carry himself and Hogg as they swept that way.

Paranor began to accelerate his charge, the distance of 100 meters allowed him to increase his speed to the extreme, and the golden transcendent law “guardian” belonging to him was activated, and the huge sharp riding spear in the kinetic energy conversion was like a discharged cannonball that ruthlessly smashed into the door of the church in front of him.

“Boom!”

In the midst of the loud noise, the stone door crumbled and flew apart.

In the dust and dirt, the Rose Knight who had scarlet streams of light wrapped around him made a grand appearance like a hero, he strided into this disgusting place of filth and saw a dozen or so dead people of various races hanging in the air, they were entangled and suspended by chains, still maintaining the despair they had felt before their deaths, and their mouths grew wide to still emit a cry of sorrow even after their deaths.

This was clearly not a brutal killing but a ritualized sinful sacrifice, for among those hanging in rusty chains were several goatmen.

It was impossible to know what this church was supposed to be for, but right now a group of black-robed Dusk servants were performing an unknown ritual here.

A huge double pentagram of sinful spells was inscribed on the ground, and the blood of the dead dripping down from the sky flowed through those engravings, just the surface of the evil was enough to make people sick, and what was even more horrifying was that with the help of this sacrificial ceremony there were actually fallen forces that didn’t belong to the material world that were being drawn to it.

Subspace!
The connection between subspace and the material world was opened.

Even the Rose Knight heard the phantom sounds drilling into his ears as he approached, and strange images of depravity began to appear before his eyes, which was clearly the beginning of Sc, representing him stepping into a place of depravity where subspace echoes existed.

“What filth! Ugly scum that defiles the beauty of the earth, accept the sanction of the Knight of the Rose!”

Completely enraged by the ugliness, Paranor roared and stormed forward like an angry blood bull, but this did not disturb the depraved prayers of the tall goatman priest, clad in black robes, who was standing in the center of the ceremony.

Behind it, a dozen or so servants drew weapons of all kinds and pounced on Paranor in a frenzied gesture of devotion that was utterly incomprehensible.

They were enveloped in black smoke rising from their feet the moment they started, and after taking three or four steps, they appeared to be wearing a layer of “armor” made of black smoke, which was apparently strengthened by the unknown power of the Fall, causing their bodies to expand rapidly as if they were blowing air.

When they engaged the Golden Knights, each one of them turned into a burning half-giant-like monster wrapped in smoke.

They were no longer able to speak earthly words with their tongues, and every strange whimper was like some dark behemoth using invisible tentacles to whip the border between reality and nightmare, which was a collision and disturbance directly exerted on the mind, so that the Golden Knights were unable to completely exempt themselves from its influence.

Tris, who had flown into the church, saw even more.

In the eyes of the psychic master, the not-so-large church was being “swallowed and covered” by shadows from subspace.

The spiritual energy of Baphomet’s palace was being gathered here like the eye of the storm, and the subspace fissure that had already begun to glimmer was like thick ink poured into the water, staining and converting the spiritual energy into subspace’s poisonous filth.

This scene was almost exactly the same as the situation that occurred before the Blood Vulture Cloister, but the good news was that the subspace fissure here hadn’t been fully opened yet, so that they didn’t have to be reduced to the dilemma that they had been in when they fought with Salokdar.

Tris didn’t rush forward to help Paranor in battle.

Although she kept calling Paranor a psychopath, she was confident in the Rose Knight’s combat prowess; a dozen or so Tainted Servants couldn’t do anything to him, but this Tainted Ceremony that was currently still in operation was deadly.

Once it was allowed to complete, the entire Baphomet Dungeon would be engulfed by the might of the Subspace Shadow in an instant.

In the center of the ritual, right in front of the black-robed goatman priest, an irregular stone plate was hovering in the position of the ritual’s eye, and the filth from subspace covered its surroundings, converging into black smoke that constantly tried to drill into it to pollute it.

However, this item handmade by the Creator obviously possessed some kind of protection.

Where the black smoke came into contact with the tablet, there were blinding golden sparks of energy pulsating, the civilized tablet of the Jackals rebelling against its tainted future.

“Quickly! Interrupt the ritual!”

Hogg would swing his own weapon and jump into a dive to join the fight.

But it wasn’t Hogg’s own actions, it was the King of Biting Bones maneuvering its body into battle.

As it tore through the energy armor of the filthy minions with vicious and brutal backstabbing ambushes, it shouted to Tris, who was preparing her spells in the air:

“Don’t let these dogs contaminate our holy relics! Once the tablet is contaminated, it will plant the seeds of depravity throughout the entire Jackal civilization, and then when the Lord of the Hunt lets out his first cry and roar, my people will be dragged into an abyss from which there is no turning back.

And this dungeon!

The instant the civilization tablet is contaminated it will form an energy singularity between subspace and the material world, and it will inflict the depraved power of subspace on the entire dungeon, and everything here will become a carrier of the shadow of subspace, a source of depravity in the present world.

This was the purpose of the Dusk!

They’re going to annex the Cult of Baphomet to make those goatman cultists fall en masse, and hell, is there even a big fight between Evil and Evil in your age of madness?”

“I’m curious, how do you know so much about this?”

Tris asked casually as she locked on with the Flame Strike ready in her hand, and the Hog, still fighting below, let out a snort of disdain as it replied:
“Because I’ve seen it, with my own eyes! Let’s chat after we get the tablet, Mrs. Vampire, and watch out for the guy in the black robe, that’s a real ‘Fallen One’.”

“Boom.”

The blinding column of fire took shape in an instant, and with Tris’s precise maneuvering became a giant fist blast, blossoming out of nothing and compressed to achieve the ascending ring of “Ultra-Magic Expertise” casting, multiplying its destructive power.

Flame Strike is a spell that many Spiritualists would use to summon a pillar of fire that would cause mass damage, but in Tris’s hands it was turned into a “single spell”, and the goat priest who hadn’t cared about it instantly turned around.

Its claws raised and roared as it opened an energy shield, the grayish-white psychic energy surging out to form an egg-shaped shield in the nick of time.

With a bang, the collision between the Flame Strike and the Filthy Shield triggered a violent clash of psychic energies, and the flying out-of-control psychic energies almost swept up everything around them and tore them to shreds.

The nearly as strong touch you poor screamed and was slapped to the ground by his own scorpion lion’s paw, the other three paws of the big scorpion lion snapped at the ground and pulled out sparks, which allowed a master and a servant not to be caught up in the dangerous storm.

Cunning Winnie at this time played the summoner should be obscene strength.

She didn’t enter the church at all, but ordered her minotaur warriors to rush up to help the golden knight, and started summoning her permanent summons again.

As the youngest daughter of Corandor, she had no lack of resources to train her since she learned spiritual energy and became a summoner, so she had a wind elemental and a fire elemental as her contracted warriors at a young age, and at this moment, when she gave the order, the two creatures that were completely composed of the elements joined hands to set off an attack of fire storms.

Scorched fire rolled in the frenzied wind and swept across the entire church with sharp kills, igniting those cultists who had been infused with Chaos and elevated to Silver Elites, and then used the wind and sand to blow up and confuse their vision, creating an opportunity for Paranor to charge again.

The Rose Knight did not waste the assist.

He built up his power in place for a few seconds, followed by a Night Bat Charge that vampire melee fighters would use.

The handsome body dissipated into a bat in place, and when it reappeared again its golden riding lance had smashed down hard on that goatman priest with the force of a heavy blow, like the strike of an invisible warhammer, sending the guy who was storing up his psychic energy crashing out of the room like a whipped golf ball.

The latter fell on the wall at the back of the church in a lousy manner, spraying out a mouthful of black blood to see Paranor rushing to crush a charm in his hand, and in an instant the wails of millions of people were bombarded on the Golden Rider like a sonic attack, which made Paranor seem to have been pulled into a dream world.

In that trance saw a sleeping thousand-eyed demon tire.

That monster’s whole body was wrapped in black and gray smoke and fluff, unable to see its head or feet, not even a fixed form, but in the darkness of the mist there was a green pupil open, those filthy eyeballs with malice turned, one after another, gazing at Paranor’s mind above.

Each gaze brought about a mental storm, and even though the Rose Knight’s mind was firm, he was somewhat shaken after enduring the appraisal of seventeen consecutive nightmare gazes.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t strong enough.

But Spare the Golden One didn’t have many options to choose from when facing a direct attack from an Evil God, and at this time there wasn’t a God’s Chosen White Knight holding a Watcher here to help stabilize his mind, and the vampires’ unique dark tendencies made Paranor’s resistance when facing this kind of attack inherently a bit lower than other ethnicities. “Hahahaha, face Baphomet’s nightmare head on!”

The goatman priest who had controlled Paranor with a charm laughed out loud.

Its furry face glittered with the joy of defeating the enemy, and its strange cross pupils flashed with filthy light. As a cultist who had already joined the Twilight, it was not favored by Baphomet, and it was only because it was in Baphomet’s “Fallen Palace” and was a goatman that it was able to utilize the power of the “Nightmare Tyrant! “The power of the Nightmare Tyrant.

However, the cost of forcibly using the power of an unrecognized evil god is horrific.

The priest’s left eye had been completely blinded, and his heart was about to stop beating, but for a silver-ranked blasphemer, the fact that he could fight against two gold-ranked powerhouses and still be able to fight even proved that he was super strong as a Fallen One.

While Paranor was being controlled, the Blasphemous Priest didn’t have time to take another breath.

The Tris in the sky had already broken the protective curse it had put on the civilization tablet in the few seconds it had been entangled in the sky, and right now Hogg and Touch Your Poor were doing their best to pull the tablet that was fixed in the air out of the polluted land.

Once they took the tablet away, the blasphemous ritual in progress would be a complete failure.

“No! I will not allow it! Nor will Dusk allow it! Put it down!”

The goatman priest fumed.

It grabbed a tattered black leather grimoire from the tainted darkness that stalked its body, its bloodstained paw resting on top of the grimoire, the other paw, which had already begun to fester from the backlash of the Evil God’s power, raised, and chided in the goatman’s language:
“Flight is forbidden! No movement!”

“Bang.”

Tris, who was releasing spells in the air, immediately felt her wings paralyzed, and she quickly applied a levitation spell to herself, and received a spell counter to slam into the blasphemous priest, and the third law the latter was about to shout was forcibly interrupted.

The instantaneous loss of control of its psychic energy caused it to wail and spew blood all over its body.

But the second law order had already taken effect, Hogg and Touch Your Poor and Scorpion Lion were trapped in place, the power of the law order made them completely unable to act, and they could only watch as several other frenzied cultists hacked and slashed their way towards them.

“It’s over, it’s time to quit the net for three days.”

Looking at the filthy sharp axe swung up by the other party, Little Rich Brother closed his eyes in despair, and Hogg beside him bared his teeth.

“Hold on! Warrior, the big plan can’t fail here!”

Right at this moment of despair, as a gentle and firm voice rang out, just as the classic mainline NPCs make their heroic appearances at the most needed moments of crisis, in the ecstasy of touching your poor, a white blinding bright light suddenly sprang up from behind them.

In this abominable fallen land does not even need His Excellency Alpha to take the initiative to summon, specializing in the extermination of subspace power omega program activated and enabled.

In Murphy’s agonized groan, the white purifying spiritual energy was like an exploding halo, instantly sweeping across the already shattered chapel, and the few cultists who were preparing to execute Fuego and Hogg screamed miserably and fell down as if they had been thrown into a pool of sulphur.

Wherever the purifying aura went, the subspace echoes that had been summoned were also dispersed.

When the aperture enveloped Paranor, the Rose Knight who was struggling against the Evil God’s demonic fetus, Baphomet, in the world of the mind let out a piercing shriek, and his whole body trembled like an electric shock in pain, but the good news was that the Nightmare Tyrant, who had yet to be truly born in this age, was also wincing in fear of the power of the Purification.

It let out a very false snarl in the nightmare, as if it had dropped its harsh words, and disappeared with a whoosh, even retracting the nightmare field it had spread out all at once, lest it be harmed twice.

The worst thing on the scene was naturally the goatman profane priest.

The moment the latter was touched by the aura of Omega’s purification and extermination, it began to “dissolve”.

As the King of Bone Biting said, this is a real “degenerate”, it has been in contact with subspace power for too long and too much, the whole goatman is only a skin, its inner has long been transformed into the filth that does not belong to this world.

It was like a wood filled with kerosene, which started to burn when it met a spark.

It screamed miserably.

Wrapped in the white light of the omega like a boy wizard being tortured by fire, it flailed its limbs and ran wildly trying to slap out the flames on its body.

But it simply couldn’t.

Murphy had never seen the purifying energy from the activation of the omega program as aggressive as it was tonight, as if even it was loathing the fallen madman in front of him who had given up the dignity of life and was actively pursuing darkness.

It not only wanted to exterminate it, but also torture it, judge it, and destroy it.

“Pfft.”

In the miserable screams of the degenerate such as lynching, the golden dragon gun projected, when the chest through the burning evil spirit will be brought into the air, thumped on the wall of the church, the power of the wall is so large that the front wall are instantly covered with spiderweb cracks, but the composition of this scene is quite a kind of crucifixion of the sense of rituals, so that the Murphy’s eyes and hands quickly captured, so as to as the “development of material “Save it for a rainy day.

The Fallen One is not dead.

It was like a destroyed sand sculpture, the gray and white debris on its body fell down in an ocean, and in the burning white fire, it didn’t go to curse Paranor, but instead stared dead at Murphy who had ignited the white fire, and it cried out in the most mournful voice:

“Creator’s dog! You. Aiding and abetting the evil! You, shall not die!”

Murphy did not care about it, just calmly watched the advancement of this “cultist fire torture”, watched it being burned to death, until finally the bones were gone, even the soul that had embraced the subspace was burned out.

The tattered black leather magical book fell down and landed at Murphy’s feet.

The Viceroy Lord, who was suffering from the pain due to the release of the Omega Program, bared his teeth at this moment and had trouble maintaining his handsome posture, but he was indeed the only one in the entire room, besides Tris, who was still standing.

“It hurts too much.”

His Excellency the Viceroy spat out, watching Tris land beside him before relaxing, still complaining as he was being assisted in his body by the Blood Vulture Archduke:
“You two Golds can’t even fuck up a Fallen Priest? Did I expect too much from you? Or are you actually the worst of the Golden Ones? If I hadn’t asked George to follow me here, would you still be here in the gutter?”

“Shut up, do you think anyone is a freakin’ vampire like you who can ignore subspace contamination and even counteract that degenerate power?”

Tris’s wing roots were still a little numb now as she assisted Murphy and spat:
“These Fallen’s powers are enhanced in the polluted lands, and the Subspace Shadows they believe in are really overly generous in that aspect of granting power.

You see even Paranor can’t completely resist the spiritual corrosion of subspace already shows the problem, in your words, the chaos attacks of subspace are all real damage that ignores defense, in front of the true fallen, the difference in power rank is by no means the key to victory or defeat.

I would have tackled the goatman, but you burned it.

Never mind, burning is fine.

Lest the night grows long behind you, these guys are really annoying, you can’t even interrogate them, you risk corruption just by having verbal contact, it’s better to kill one on sight to make it quick and easy.”

“The tablet has arrived, Lord Murphy!”

Returning from the dead, Touch You Poor wiped his sweat fiercely, he held the irregular civilization slate with both hands and brought it to Murphy, the vampire governor nodded weakly but still satisfied.

However, he didn’t go to take the stone slab, but twisted his head to look at Hogg, who had his head down next to him.

He said:

“Choose your day, Sir Frederick, let’s talk here, in front of the civilization tablet you desire, I really have a lot of questions I want to get answers from you.”

Ps:

Brothers 3+25 today, but don’t vote yet, there is a double monthly event this month, I’ll let you know at the end of the month!

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