564.Chapter 562 561 I can’t be a spokesman or a waiter.
Chapter 562 561.Lao Zi can’t be the spokesperson or a candidate? -I can’t be the spokesperson or the candidate?
(For brother “Huo Zheng is quite good” [3/20])
“I will escort His Excellency the Sage Wolf to the Valley of the Shadow, and from today until the end of the Black Plague, I will be Huo Ge’s personal bodyguard.”
At the entrance of the forbidden area of the swamp, the fully armed Rose Knight Paranor bid farewell to Murphy and Tris:
“After it finishes its meeting with that Torn Flesh, I still have to bring it to meet with His Holiness Pa Ying, it definitely has to satisfy His Holiness first, and His Holiness has other arrangements for the Sage Wolf, it can be expected that His Holiness will need the Sage Wolf to meet with several leaders of the civilization camp in order to obtain their support.
This process may take a little time.
But I assure you that Hogg and I will return to your position when the Black Plague begins, and on behalf of the Blood Alliance Clan, I once again give you my word!
Transylvania will never fall as long as Clan Blood Alliance remains.”
“I believe in your pledge, Paranor, and you, a psychotic knight, are a symbol of the oath itself, and I pledge to you that Clan Bloodwyvern, led by me, will dedicate everything to the great plan of His Holiness.”
While Tris spoke official words on behalf of the Blood Vulture and Paranor, Murphy walked over to Hogg carrying a box.
In this moment of impending temporary separation, he placed the case in front of Hogg’s eyes, unlocked it with a fingerprint lock, and pointed to the set of black inner armor within:
“You will be traveling far, Hogg, and I am privately gifting you a set of gauntlets from the Golden Age that will protect you in times of danger. It is also a token of my guilt for single-handedly putting you in the position you are in now, for imposing a duty on you that you should never have had to bear.
While I may have seemed to give you a choice, in reality it was just a trick.”
“But you did give me the chance to reach greatness and even immortality, Master Murphy.”
Hogg shook his head with the same sly, strange smile as before.
It didn’t bother to open the case, slipping the smaller set of farseer gauntlets in it over itself again reading the instructions quickly and unobstructed, then tucking the gauntlet pieces into their correct places, the sage wolf shook his head and wagged his tail:
“Who would have thought that the scrawny little guy who almost got thrown into a pot and boiled into gravy would actually make it to the top? I guess it was fate that drove it, perhaps my sad destiny was reversed when dear little Vikramana brought me to you.
But I do not feel surprised, for you are such a marvelous and uncommon man”
At this point, Hogg looked carefully from side to side as it whispered:
“I saw something else when I was binding the civilization tablet, Master Murphy, about the Alpha Program, you may not know it, but a series of Golden Age biological programs, including the Jackalope, were in the service of the Alpha Program.
That plan was not set by the Creator’s servants in the Eden Zone, it was a plan set by the Creator himself.
You!
You are the Creator’s ‘Divine Choice’!
I haven’t seen too many details, but I think you should seek out those places of creation that are lost in various parts of the world, the power and secrets of those places are the legacy left to you by the Creator, and only you are qualified to inherit them.”
“That’s true, but I don’t know what happened in the handover between the Golden Age and this Era, and those powers and knowledge that should have been inherited by me have been taken by others ahead of time.”
Murphy sighed:
“Even if I posed as Alpha, they wouldn’t hand it over willingly, and ultimately they’d have to resort to war.”
“But that may be what the Creator wants you to do.”
Hogg whispered:
“Having seen the greatness of the Golden Age with my own eyes, even a humble Jackal like myself realizes that the Era we live in is abnormal, and as the Creator’s Divinely Chosen One, shouldn’t you rectify it with your own hands?
The madmen of the Dusk who have stolen the great legacy think only of extermination, and thus its opposite, salvation, is something that only you can do, and a humble servant such as myself can share in your glory.
You need not worry about my aversion to this spell of eternal life.
It is by no means so!
As the King of Bones calls you ‘sir’, my master, we jackals are born to serve the Creator’s greatness, and so it is only natural that I, as the voice of the jackals, should serve you as my master!
You are our master, and now I am just returning to my rightful place, no matter what you do in the future, as long as I can pull the Jackals back from their fall, we will definitely be your most loyal servants!
Although it is Venerable Lord Paying who secretly supports us, please believe that I will only be loyal to you personally!”
This guy .
Murphy couldn’t help but glance at Hogg.
He could completely hear the hidden meaning in Hogg’s words, Hogg, who had evolved again on the intelligence level, could obviously understand the situation Murphy was facing at this time, and it was implying that Murphy would definitely have conflicts with other vampire clans in the future, and when that time came, only they, the jackals, were the ones who could be relied upon.
F*ck!
The ‘Sage Wolf’ that he had molded was really powerful.
“That’s all for later, we need to focus on the present.”
Murphy waved his hand and didn’t talk about it anymore, he taught Hogg how to maneuver the intelligent shuttle that came with the Farseer Battle Armor, and handed Hogg another pair of thermite claws that fit the Jackal’s way of fighting, he reminded:
“Don’t exceed 40 people when choosing your ‘Godslayer Warriors’, Venerable Lord Paying’s side will surely allocate you with powerful characters as well, but you should be able to understand that those guys can’t be relied upon in critical moments.
Only our warriors dare to wield their swords at the gods.”
“Hmm, I can understand.”
Hogg apparently had an idea as well, it said:
“The ladies who have single-handedly shaped the Bloodclaw Clan are the ones who must participate in this, it is the best return they can get for their ‘investment’ in me, and the ‘Scarlet Beasts’ who have maintained excellent relations with my Bloodclaw Clan must also be invited.
I am thinking that if the Lord of the Hunt dies, then the Jackals will need a new faith in the future as well.
I think I should invite a few servants of Avalon, so that the glory of the God of Nature will also shelter the barren hearts of my poor people.
I would like the Church of Avalon to be involved in this matter, but only you can convince the witch hunters.”
“I will speak with Natalie and the Knight of Valand, and on the battlefield of Kingslayer, the Chosen of Avalon shall arise!”
Murphy made a promise, and Hogg had no more hesitation.
It draped its robes over the Creator’s gauntlet and walked into the portal opened by Tris again, accompanied by Paranor, and allowed itself to be engulfed in scarlet light and sent back into the vicinity of the Valley of the Shadow.
After their departure, only Tris and Murphy remained.
The Scarlet Witch was a bit worried and whispered as Murphy led her back towards the exhibition hall:
“The change in Hogg is a bit drastic, the growth in wisdom has taken its soul beyond the realm of a jackal, and when I talk to it I always think of the elders of those secret-blooded clans, who speak in this same half-hidden tone.”
“Are you worried about Hogg ‘plotting against us’?”
Murphy laughed and reached out to hold Tris’ slender waist as he said:
“There’s no need to worry, Hogg is already a very cunning jackal, and after being enlightened with true wisdom, it knows what choice is better for it.
This is exactly the change I was hoping to see.
The problems of the Jackals and even the Black Plague cannot be solved by brute force, only wisdom can lead them to civilization and enlightenment.
From this point of view, Hogg is destined to be a more competent chieftain than the Bone Biting King.
Well, I just thought about it, maybe we should try that Desire Shard in our hands, even though it’s only one-seventh of the Vampire Civilization Tablet, I think that maybe it can really bring us a little miracle if the spokesperson of our race is still vacant at the moment.”
“Then go! Check it out.”
Tris excitedly pulled Murphy and flew back to the biological research room on the third floor, where she placed the Desire Shard she had brought with her in the tray of the authentication device.
With the same process as before, the thing was allowed to be wrapped in energy, and a prompt quickly popped up on the light screen;
[Database authentication complete, civilization tablet confirmed! Race number confirmed as Rs-0072, codename ‘Blood Race’, alias ‘Vampire’, the race’s current spokesperson is vacant.
Warning!
Civilization tablet broken, unable to certify civilization spokesperson binding!
Tip!
This civilization tablet fragment has been cut by a special force to retain a portion of the complete Blood inheritance blueprint, which can lower the certification rating to ‘Blood Wyvern – Civilization Candidate’, yes/no to begin certification?]
“????”
Murphy and Tris looked at each other.
The two of them had guessed before that a broken civilization tablet could not confer spokesperson duties, but they had never thought that this broken tablet of the Blood Race could actually be downgraded and certified?
“What the hell is this again? Why are all the powers left behind by the Creator so strange? Is this a game of Happy Fun?”
Murphy spat:
“That is to say, a ‘candidate’ will be born from each of the six major clans other than the Mad Blood Clan? Then the seven candidates will fight each other, and only the final victor will be able to collect the seven fragments to synthesize into a spokesperson?”
“Look at this note, our civilization tablet has been cut by a special power!”
Tris pointed at the line and said to Murphy:
“This is definitely not a normal situation!
The King of Biting Bones also said that the destruction of the Civilization Tablet means that a race is permanently out of the Creator Sequence, and didn’t the Dusk Servants grab the Civilization Tablet in order to contaminate it to corrupt the Jackal group?
I suspect that the cutting may have been a protective measure to prevent the fall of one clan from triggering the fall of all vampires.
I just wonder who did this cutting operation?
Perhaps it was a final backup done in the Eden Zone when the Venerable Lords and the First Archdukes had not yet lost their memory? Didn’t you say that they were all the management with status in the Eden District before?”
“Well, that makes sense.”
Murphy nodded. He looked at the instructions waiting to be executed on the light screen, then patted Tris’s arse and pointed at the bio-pod, saying:
“Go inside, it’s up to you to become the spokesperson of the Blood Vulture Clan and a candidate for the Blood Civilization, you’re the Archduke, it’s the power you deserve. As per that description of the Jackal Slate, you will also have a psychic aura over the members of the Blood Vulture after receiving the title of Candidate.”
“If that’s true, then it’s your turn!”
Tris shook her head.
She retorted:
“You need this certification from the Creator more than I do, Murphy, even though I’m the Grand Duke, who in the entire Scarlet Fortress doesn’t know that you’re the true soul of the Blood Wyvern Clan, and that I’m just a puppet that you’ve pushed into the foreground.
I may be captured by my feelings, but I am happy with the current status quo, just consider me lazy, I am not wanting to take any more pressure.”
“So you’re just going to give me this pressure? You bad woman!”
Murphy stuck Tris’s waist and pretended to be vicious:
“Aren’t you afraid of wearing me out?”
“But the Creator has already given you a mission, shouldering the future of the Blood Vulture Clan is nothing more than going with the flow for you, those who can do more will be able to do more, go on, I will watch over you.”
Tris gave Murphy a push.
The vampire lord helplessly undressed and prepared to enter the bio-pod, but before he started, his eyes rolled and he whispered a slightly excessive request in Tris’s ear.
The Blood Vulture Archduke was instantly enraged and viciously pinched Murphy’s arm, but ultimately didn’t refuse just pushed him into the open bio-pod with a stern face.
After that, the operation was exactly the same as the process of Hogg binding the civilization tablet just now, along with the transparent liquid in the bio-pod filling up Murphy’s nostrils and eyes, which comes with some kind of substance that makes him quickly enter a deep sleep state.
The certification of the civilization candidate began.
In his slumber Murphy also seemed to have a strange dream.
In his dream he was walking in a building as brilliant as a temple to future technology, standing on the second floor of a place where people came and went like a terminal, and behind him were several Bloods in researcher’s tights who were discussing a matter.
“Hey, Salokdar! Are you listening?”
Someone was calling out to him, and Murphy turned around in surprise.
At this instant he suddenly realized that he might have returned to the memories of the Blood Vulture Archduke Salokdar through the Blood Vulture Clan’s blood of sinful descent, which was understandable, after all, the source of the bloodline of all the current Blood Vulture Clans was that ancient one.
The current situation is also normal, as Hogg himself said that he had an “ancient dream” when he was bound to the authority.
In this dream, Murphy is now Salokdar, and this is Eden, which has not yet been destroyed!
Murphy blinked his eyes, trying to see the appearance of the people behind him clearly in his memories, but in the next moment there was a white hot thing pressed against him, and the touch was so real that Murphy’s eyes widened for a moment.
And there was a delicate voice kissing his earlobe very astringently while saying:
“Darling, you’ve been spooked lately, is something wrong?”
Murphy was at a loss.
But then he reacted, this passionate Blood Clan lady should be the Thorn Clan’s Ancient One Grand Duke Oksana, who is also the explicitly married wife of his own Grand Duke Salokdar.
“It’s fine, I’m just a little tired from traveling between the Eden District and the Creation Engine all the time.”
Murphy heard from a third-party perspective as Salokdar explained to his wife and the others beside him:
“You guys haven’t been staying here and don’t know what’s going on over at the Creation Engine, in fact the Farseer scouts have found a tribe of Gensokyo natives there, they have blue skin, are tall and stocky, and are still in the civilization of the clan system, which is a bit barbaric.
But they had found the site of the creation engine.
The natives no doubt regarded it as a miracle and had been kneeling day and night and trying to enter it on a pilgrimage, which was a real headache for Commander Quirion, who was in charge of defending the engine.
He could not harm the blue-skinned people under Eden’s protective laws for the natives, but he had to find a way to remove them before they interfered with the construction process.
I heard that Commander Quirion nicknamed those blue-skinned people ‘Sanghai people’, presumably because they live near the Sanghai dunes?”
“That’s such an artless name.”
The young Blood across from Salokdar spat:
“They deserve a more formal and recognizable official name, something they should have invited a prominent artist like me to do.”
Through the older patriarch’s eyes, Murphy got a good look at the man across from him.
It made him happy all of a sudden, yo, isn’t this Venerable Lord Paying? Hey, you were so “artistic” when you were young, look at your waist-length hair, hey, it’s almost soaked into your coffee!
“Well, Payeng, don’t worry about the details, we’re gathered here today on our vacation for something more important.”
The real initiator of this blood gathering raised his hands and signaled for everyone to be quiet.
Murphy wanted to get a good look at the man.
But he realized that the face of the man in front of him in this memory had no features, he didn’t look so hunted, and it could only be explained by the fact that Salokdar also loathed this guy so much in his memories that he erased his looks.
Or maybe some kind of power intervened in this dream and hid the man’s true looks.
“The creation engine will be installed, which means that the final transformation of the world by the Creator is about to begin, and in ten years at most we will be able to actually set foot on our new home where we belong, and the seeding of the greenhouses of life is going perfectly.
Our brother races that were unfortunate enough to fall in the ‘Great Extinction’ are about to repopulate the new world, all thanks to the Creator’s gift.
However, we should perhaps also take this opportunity to finish that which we have been pushing for.
The genes of the Blood Race are seriously flawed, we all know that, and if we can’t manage to modify our reproduction methods I mean, the act of adding to our own people by converting others is really deadly.
It would leave us with no way to maintain good relations with the other races, perhaps we should find a way to allow us to birth new clansmen through natural births so that Salokdar’s and Oksana’s desire to have a child all along can be realized.
Other races have already begun to fix their flaws to make them more suitable for the new world and environment through the genetic engineering technology in the Creation Knowledge, I think we should start with that as well, and eliminate our racial flaws, only then can we ensure that the Blood Race civilization can grow and develop in the new world.
I’ve already applied for permission at the Eye of the Governor World!
Sector R-7 in the Greenhouse of Life will become a laboratory for the genetic modification of the Blood Race, I need you to help me, my brothers and sisters, I want to turn the Blood Race into a true ‘perfect race’.
As a tribute to our savior, His Excellency [Data Delete], we will not fail the second chance he has given us.”
Murphy wanted to hear more.
But the image became blurry at that moment, and he thought to look at it some more when he knew he was going to wake up, and as his mind turned, the image in front of him suddenly changed.
In the middle of a miserable ruin similar to the one formed after an explosion, he was still playing as Salokdar, himself seemingly wounded, holding the already unconscious Oksana as he tried to pull his brother out of the collapsed place where sparks were flying in front of him.
But that forlorn voice came out of it:
“No! Salokdar, don’t save me! This is all the punishment I deserve, we broke the taboo! We destroyed the blueprints, we destroyed everything, it’s all our fault! Leave me here to die!
Go save Payeng and Constance! Have Edward cut through that thing! It’s tainted. Drop the tainted piece here!
Take them away!
Salok’dal, you’re the bravest one of us. Make sure you protect the last of our people to leave.
Goodness.
We’re done for… Heaven has fallen.”
The scene dimmed in the moment, and Murphy did his best to twist his eyes to the sky.
The eye was filled with collapsed temple buildings, and high in the sky, a round of purple clefts just like the eye of extinction spilled its filthy power all over the earth that should belong to the Creator, and a white aperture was shimmering in the sky, like a pale sun.
Wherever the light went everything was engulfed, and the memories Murphy saw came to an abrupt end at this moment.
“This is our original sin…”
The second he was about to awaken, he drifted off and heard Salokdar muttering to himself, the truth no longer needed to be said, it must have been the perfect experiments conducted by the vampires that had gone wrong, leading directly to the destruction of the Eden District.
Ah, so that was it.
The original sin of the vampires was not because they destroyed the old world, but because they strangled the new world that was still in its infancy
What a terrible sin.
(End of chapter)