561.Chapter 559 558 As we all know, the tougher the words, the weaker the person.

Chapter 559 558.As we all know, the more ruthless the words, the more egregious the person is

“You told Dusk the location of the Place of Creation?”

In the filthy and fragmented church, Murphy and Tris were taken aback by the King of Bitten Bones’ final confessional confession, with Tris exclaiming:
“Why did you do that? You call yourself the Son of Creation, why did you collude with the servants of subspace?”

“Shut up! You unruly slave girl! Can’t you see that we are talking about the truth of the world among the noble Sons of Creation? There is no place for you to speak! Officer Murphy has really pampered you. You don’t know your own identity, and you still want to stomp your nose?”

The King of Biting Bones twisted his head and chided.

This made Tris instantly stared with rounded eyes, good guy, just now when she heard this bastard say that Murphy started to “raise female slaves”, she felt that something was wrong, after half a day’s mess, she was actually the female slave in the eyes of the King of Biting Bones?

Shit!
She was a Spiritual Energy Master, the Scarlet Witch that shook the continent back then, but in the eyes of an old ghost that has already been laid in the grave, she is actually only worthy of being a slave?

Murphy, on the other hand, was dumbfounded by this rebuke from the Bone Biting King.

Obviously, Frederick, this self-important dog said on his lips that he didn’t like to be the Creator’s dog, but in reality, I’m afraid that the most honorable identity in this guy’s heart was its origin.

After all, it is the “golden age” of the “holy relics”, look down on the present weak chaotic era is indeed a bit reasonable.

After all, the difference between the two civilization is really too much, a security captain from the Golden Age almost overturned the civilization camp of this era, in this case, you expect Frederick to have much respect for the vampire Archduke, that is obviously unrealistic.

Even if you remove the identity of the son of creation, the vampires are still considered to be under the thumb of the King of Biting Bones.

One could only say that this guy did have the capital to be proud.

“Frederick! This is my lover, not my slave girl, so watch what you say.”

Murphy coughed and chided.

“Oh, it’s the slave girl named ‘lover’, sir you really know how to play.”

The King of Biting Bones grunted conspiratorially and didn’t apologize or defend, it was smart enough to change the topic and talk about the incident just now, it explained:
“It’s not that I’m in cahoots with the Dusk, Officer Murphy, they weren’t even Dusk when I met them.

At that time they were just an advance army sent by the civilization camp into the Dark Mountain Range to search for something while the spiritual energy tide was out, there were many more like them, and I was busy expanding the power of the Bite Bone Clan and forming the Black Plague army at that time, so I didn’t have the time to pay attention to their searching everywhere in the Dark Mountain Range.

Those guys are somewhat capable, they actually did find a relic of creation in the gray desert.

But they couldn’t get in, I was thinking of using them as cannon fodder, let them open the relics so that I could go in and take some of the Creator’s gifts to strengthen my clan, after all, no one is more qualified than me to inherit everything from the Golden Age, so I sent a little brother to tell them the way to get into that relic.

They actually did as they were told.

They went in and seemed to bring out something, then more people came and went in again, and this time they weren’t so lucky to come back out, and I was so disappointed that I stopped caring about the minutiae, it was just a small thing that wasn’t worth caring about to me at the time.

It wasn’t until the fourth black plague which was when my journey reached its end, when my defeat was assured, that they bizarrely appeared again.

This time they had then bowed to the authority of subspace and became the enemies of creation.

They promised me that they could use the power of subspace to help me win, but only if I joined them and strengthened their power by telling them more of the mysteries of the Creator.

But I am a son of creation!

Though I had violated my duty and tampered with my mission, I would not join the subspace lapdogs!
I rejected them.

But I knew those lunatics wouldn’t die, and that was one of the reasons I ended up traveling to the forbidden part of the swamp, where I used my security chief’s authority to activate the security system there, stopping Twilight’s infiltration of the forbidden area at that point.

They were pretty weak back then and couldn’t even break through the forbidden land’s defenses, but who would have thought that a hundred years later they would have grown to such a terrifying level?

I knew things were in trouble when that idiot Torn Flesh rushed into the Place of Creation to recklessly snatch the stone slabs, that must have been a part of the Dusk’s conspiracy.

They couldn’t enter the inner chamber of the Place of Creation to take away the stone slabs, so they had to compel that jackal Torn Meat to run and do something, fortunately that guy met that mummy who claimed to be a follower of the Creator when he was escaping, or else this would have really been done by the Dusk.”

The King of Biting Bones said in a sighing tone:

“At the time of the Fourth Black Plague, I had already confirmed that all civilizations on the continent currently had their own tablets, but the ones in the hands of the Jackals were undoubtedly the best to obtain, and they tried to steal the Pact of Beings through ours.

It’s no exaggeration to say that just now, we defended the peace of the Heart of the World.

For the Sons of Creation, this is a supreme honor.

But you must be careful! Dusk’s eyes have set their sights on the Heart of the World, and they won’t stop at nothing, and the probability is that their activities in the various kingdoms and forces are to steal other civilization tablets to get the ‘key’.

I have no knowledge of this process.

After all, I’m just a security chief, and a lot of the information left behind by the Creation Sequence is not something I can view.”

“So, what’s in the Heart of the World?”

Tris, who by this point couldn’t be bothered to chastise Frei for that awful name he’d called her earlier, asked, moving her fingers around:
“You can’t throw us a spanner in the works and just tell us in general terms that there’s the secret to becoming a god there, at the very least you have to tell us where that place is?”

The King of Biting Bones shook its head, indicating that it didn’t know either.

The truth was as it said, it was a security guard, and what it was saying now was all it could know.

But Murphy was uncharacteristically silent, because this wasn’t the first time he had heard the term “Heart of the World”, as Mannis the Infinite had said something similar when he made a contract with him.

After several seconds of silence, Murphy let out a long breath and said:

“Don’t guess, one of the important clauses in the contract between Mannis and me is that when I enter the Heart of the World in the future, I have to help it complete the step of ascending to God, as for where it is . I reckon I’ll be able to tell where it is after I find more Holy Grails.

In this current era, the World’s Heart is apparently still well hidden.”

“Actually, Lord Murphy, there’s an easier way!”

The King of Biting Bones maneuvered Hogg’s body to stand up as it proposed:
“You can go in search of the ‘Eye of the Dude’!
I’ve read in the Jackal Civilization Hall that it’s a special device left behind by the Creator for overseeing changes in the world, and that it connects directly with satellites outside the world’s orbit and records the specifics of all the lands of creation.

As long as we can find the Eye of the World Supervisor, we will definitely be able to find the Heart of the World.

One of the important purposes of my commanding the army in the Black Plague to attack the city was to look for the whereabouts of the Eye of the World Supervisor, but I carted over half of the world but didn’t find any dime a dozen information about it.

I highly suspected that the Eye of the Dude World might have been discovered and hidden, and the two most likely places were the Land of Origin and the Ancient Kingdom of Calum, which were two ancient kingdoms that had been established since the beginning of this era.

Especially the Sanghai Empire!
Those blue-skinned fools who claim to be descended from the Creator and feverishly seek out all items related to the Creator call the Golden Age’s automated security-type defense cruisers ‘sunships’.

It was so stupid!
I still can’t figure out how those guys were able to manipulate the Creator’s weapons, but I just lost to a fire strike from a sunship that was supposed to be under the authority of me, the security captain! That was even supposed to be my flagship!
Ah, how pathetic.

The rightful Sons of Creation were actually defeated by a bunch of ‘usurpers’.”

“You’re just a security guard! What face is there to call an orthodox son of creation?”

Tris was venomously sarcastic:
“And you, the guy who talks about doing it for the Creator, almost destroyed the civilization of this continent, if the Creator was still around, he would definitely send down divine punishment to get you, the traitor.”

“Traitor? You’re calling me a traitor?”

Frederick also became enraged as it maneuvered Hogg’s body and roared:

“You are the real traitors!

You fools who built the New Era on top of the ruins of the Golden Age, you use psychic energy recklessly but are completely unaware that the source of psychic energy lies in subspace!

That given filthy power is the poisonous bait that subspace uses to corrupt the perfect world molded by the Creator, and you fools actually bit into it for a little bit of pathetic power, and your era was built on the use of psychic energy!

You have molded an age with the power of your enemies, and it is fundamentally wrong. In the Golden Age, the Creator and my masters did everything in their power to exclude psychic energy from the world, and they all knew that it was highly poisonous, but you were content to binge on the wine of power in the poisonous waters and hoped that these things would make you strong and immortal.

Every battle and destruction you waged in the world with psychic energy only brought subspace one step closer to engulfing the world.

While the Dusk is also a bunch of scumbags, they and I really have a lot to talk about on the topic of extinction
In my eyes you and this world are tainted, this age is wrong, there is no doubt about it, you must return to the ancient times that strictly adhered to the Creator’s dogma.

And it is clear that you are hopeless now.”

“And what about you?”

When it came to arguing, Tris hadn’t been afraid of anyone.

The Blood Vulture Archduke waved his Serenade Scepter and argued back:

“In the first three Black Plagues, the Jackals’ so-called Lord of the Hunt beliefs were nothing more than unthreatening pantheism, yet in the fourth Black Plague, you began to trumpet the Lord of the Hunt’s might in order to integrate the Jackal civilization, don’t think that I don’t know what you’re doing!
Frederick, I am the best theologian on this continent! Before you awakened, I had already gained insight into the secrets between faith and the gods.

You asked Hogg to kill the soon-to-be-born Lord of the Hunt sounds righteous, but let me ask you, who sowed the seeds of trouble a hundred years ago? Without your consolidation, how could the Lord of the Hunt’s faith be centralized to this point?

You still have the face to heckle us, and I don’t think your masters and the Creator taught you to use the method of molding evil gods to gain victory on earth, did they?
It is because you have interfered in this, linking the priesthood of the Lord of the Hunt to the words war, sadism and hunting, that you have personally shaped a sect that can make your people wild and warlike, and that you are consciously manipulating the minds of the Jackals to form an ‘Imaginary Community’ that will end up with the concentration of those emotions in the Subspace smoothly A ripple was struck that allowed Him to grant more power to your soldiers before they were even born.

Your Lord of the Hunt could have become a neutral god!
But it was because of your series of maneuvers that allowed Him to be contaminated by subspace before He was even born due to the atrocious convergence of beliefs that you didn’t even fill the concept of the Lord of the Hunt that you single-handedly created with any positive emotions!

You knew exactly what you were doing, but you did it anyway!

You assholes molded an evil god with your own hands so that you could fulfill your ambition to conquer the world!
Frederick, you’re the worst son of creation I’ve ever seen, though I’ve only seen one of you now.”

“I admit, it was my mistake, a nuisance I had to deal with.”

At the mention of it, Frederick couldn’t get hard either.

It maneuvered Hogg’s body and sighed, saying with great heartfelt exhaustion:

“I was blinded by rage at the time, but I will do my best to make up for it, Officer Murphy, now please allow me to leave for the time being, I’m too tired, I desperately need to rest, let’s wait until Hogg has become the Jackal’s Spokesman, then we can discuss the next step of our plan.”

With that said, Frederick’s mental body ceded control, allowing Hogg’s mind to return to his own body.

The Blood Claw Chief rubbed his head with a distressed face, just now the King of Biting Bones didn’t avoid it when he was talking with Lord Murphy and Archduke Tris, this would fill his mind with the shocking facts that had just been revealed by the King of Biting Bones.

But for a jackal born and raised in Transylvania, the Golden Age, the Creator’s Legacy, and the genetic blueprint were all too difficult to understand.

Even though Hogg had studied history with Professor Malcolm, these were no longer enough to allow him to mentally outline the secrets of the King of Bitten Bones’ origins.

It was normal, all intelligent beings could not imagine a color they had never seen before.

“Don’t think about it, it’s a terrible burden on your brain, when you go back to the forbidden land of the swamp, you’ll understand what those terms the King of Biting Bones just said stand for.”

Murphy patted Hogg’s shoulder, letting it, which would be full of questions, calm down first.

He glanced at Tris, who was also full of question marks, and his gaze slid down to the Broken Magic Codex in Tris’s hand as he asked:
“This thing was left behind by that blasphemous priest just now, won’t you have any problems holding it?”

“I was about to tell you.”

Tris instantly revealed a smile, patted the magic dictionary in her hand and said to Murphy:

“This is a good thing! It’s the remnants of the legendary ‘Book of Ten Thousand Spells’, remember I told you before that the goatmen called their city deep in the Dark Mountains ‘Widia Abyssal City’?

That city was built in honor of the goatmen’s ancestor, the ‘King of All Curses, Widia’, and now this book is part of the magical codex used by Widia back then, which contains all those fancy curses and a whole set of dark laws of the goatmen, and even a forbidden spell like ‘Divine Steal’, which is the ‘Divine Steal’. ‘ This kind of forbidden technique.

It was a rare treasure!

You can trade this book at the Tower of the Ring to get you an Earldom, and at the Halfling’s to get more money than you can spend in three lifetimes.

With it, Phimis and I will be able to construct a psionic spell that is unique to the player’s system, and it’s the single best birthday present I’ve gotten in the last four hundred years.”

“Well, it’s good that you’re happy.”

Murphy had been talking about destroying this gift from the cultists.

But seeing Tris so happy he instantly understood the value of this thing, reaching out to take it and flipping through the pages didn’t trigger the Omega program’s counter-purification, indicating that this thing really didn’t have dangerous powers attached to it.

Only then did he put his heart down.

However, just as Murphy was about to say something more to Tris, he suddenly heard a cacophony of noise coming from outside the church, as well as the roar of Scorpion Lion Stinky Treasure and Head Wolf George, and the water and fire elementals summoned by Winnie and the Minotaur also resounded with their prowling roars.

Murphy’s expression changed, and he immediately rushed out of the church with Hogg and George under the support of Tris.

They saw that at the exit of the dungeon opposite the weathered stone bridge, a large group of goatmen were gathering there, and these were not as simple as the goatman mobs that were roaming the upper floors of the dungeon.

They were all dressed in rather odd black spell robes, holding bone staffs embellished with goat heads, and walking with a black mist visible to the naked eye enveloping their bodies, with turquoise dots of light pulsing through them.

The most exaggerated was the goatman priest standing in the center who was so old that he was bent over at the waist.
That was a Gold rank Nightmare Priest!
This guy was probably the leader of the Nightmare Cult that was entrenched in Baphomet’s Great Palace.

Rose Knight Palanor was already in a state of critical combat, while Tris also swung her Serenade Scepter in preparation for a fight.

Murphy’s reaction was rather strange, as he stepped out of the church, the Omega antivirus program that had fallen silent a moment ago was once again mobilized, and those faint white lights flowed around Murphy’s body along the corners of his eyes and fingers.

This proved that there was a tainted power from subspace ahead.

“You . Leave!”

Compared to Murphy’s side, which was heavily armed and ready for battle, the goat people on the other side of the stone bridge didn’t have much of a reflection, and the aging Nightmare Master rebuked in an unclear human language:
“You are not welcome in the Nightmare Lands of Baphomet! Take your things and get out.”

The words caused Paranor and Tris to lower their weapons at the same time.

They didn’t want to fight, so many people came here just to “send off the guests”, these veterans knew what to choose in this scene, but the Knight of the Rose still scolded without losing:
“You hide in the depths of the underground palace to summon your evil god, a hundred years as one day of evil efforts to make the nightmare has come close to reality, even if we leave today, we will return in the future! Return with the sanctions of justice and the heavenly fire that burns out the darkness.”

“Whatever you guys.”

That Nightmare High Priest let out a strange laugh so grotesque that it made Fuyuko’s entire body tingle as it waved its claws and mumbled as if it were talking to itself:
“You will survive the black plague before you talk about punishing evil, it is by no means just the pathetic Lord of the Hunt that will be born in this black tide surge. Worms of the sun! Every dream of yours is destined to belong to Baphomet.

No one can stand in the way of His coming!

Your battle today has banished a catastrophe for the sons of Baphomet, and letting you go is our final act of kindness.

Take it with you and never return!”

“They are afraid.”

Tris whispered to Murphy:

“They and their evil gods fear the purifying power in you, bah, these cultists just talk, and act like they have a huge advantage when they’re clearly wimping out. Talking about letting us live, ridiculous!”

“Let’s just call it a day, we can fight, but it’s not necessary, these guys aren’t the main conflict, there’s no need to waste time on them.”

Gritting his teeth, Murphy patted Tris on her slender waist and whispered:
“They didn’t ask you for the Book of All Spells either did they?
Isn’t that a ‘send the plague’ offering?
They get the face, we get the inside, let them continue to plot these unseemly evils in this shady place, we have a lot of work to do at the moment, don’t worry, afterward there will be a lot of people who will be happy to teach them the truth that it’s not good for their health to talk big in our name.”

(End of chapter)