568.Chapter 566: The First Wave of Waves for Brother Huo Zheng Quite Well

Chapter 566: The First Ripple – For Brother “Huo Zheng Quite Well” [730].

Shani came with the idea of solving the problem, but set out on her way home with more doubts and more heavy answers.

The good news is that her neurasthenia and dreaming problems have really improved, the bad news is that she therefore carries a terrible burden, no matter how Shani is going to deal with these problems, in any case, Murphy does not think that she will be able to live a comfortable life for a period of time to come.

Shani didn’t stay in the exhibition hall for too long, after rationalizing her thoughts and discussing with Murphy and Tris about the details of the “Ancient Dreams”, she hurriedly left the place in the evening when the night fell.

The busy Mrs. Shani and Tris were different from Murphy, besides being the Archduke of the Blood Clan, she was also the intelligence officer of Her Majesty, the Wolf Woman, single-handedly in charge of the intelligence work of the entire Nordoff territory and beyond, she was a really busy person, and she was destined to have very little time to choose to satisfy her own private curiosity.

After Archduke Thorn left, Murphy and Tris also left the exhibition hall.

As the curator, Murphy left a series of instructions and then closed the place, he ordered a series of internal remodeling of the exhibition hall in preparation for opening it up to the players as the content of a “new documentary”, which required that some of the things in the exhibition hall that shouldn’t be touched by the players to be packed up in advance, and not forgetting to arrange a real sense of “new documentary” in this place. Arrange a real sense of “interactive” quest release device.

In the past, he didn’t have that opportunity, but now that he has it, he definitely needs to utilize the good things in the land of creation, in fact, Murphy feels that if he continues to dig on this line of the Creator’s legacy, then in the future, he will probably be surprised to find some upgraded versions of the “Operational Beads Player Interface”, maybe before the public beta test, each and every player will be able to use a real quantum communication device. Maybe before the beta, every player will be able to use a real quantum communication device.

Well, if there is a public beta for this damn game.

Of course, when he left the land of creation, Murphy didn’t forget to use 10 achievement points to buy two cans of soda for himself and Tris at the vending machine in [Data Deletion], as a reward for their fruitful busyness in the recent period.

Although the act of buying only two cans of soda to please the world’s best girlfriend was a bit stingy and a bit scummy, but considering this thing’s unique and superb effect, Tris couldn’t say that Murphy was stingy.

After all, this is a good thing that money can’t buy.

“Drinking [Data Deleted]’s favorite orange-flavored soda, your mood improves, your San value ceiling improves, your accumulated fatigue is swept away, and the world becomes beautiful in front of your eyes.

Your [Elementary Subspace Resistance] talent is raised to [Advanced – Subspace Resistance]

Your [Elementary Subspace Detection] talent is raised to [Advanced-Subspace Detection].”

Looking at the prompt that popped up in front of his eyes, Murphy, who was flying at high speed in the air with his wings flapping, burped happily with a tangerine flavor, while beside him, Tris, who was also flying comfortably, apparently also felt the “gift of power” from the Creator, which caused her to reveal a bewitching smile and at the same time couldn’t help but begin to speculate on the recipe for this strange soda in her hand! The recipe for this peculiar soda in her hand was also unavoidable.

“Do you think I can crack the mystery of the Creator’s potions by studying its flavor?”

Tris suddenly asked.

This was obviously the part of her personality that belonged to the “master alchemist” stubbornly demanding that Tris discover new knowledge, and in the face of his girlfriend’s question, Murphy shrugged, poured the last mouthful of soda into his mouth, and said:
“I think it hangs in the balance, this kind of drug that can directly increase subspace resistance after drinking it is definitely difficult to configure in the material world, although the name is called Creator’s Leisurely Soda, but you don’t really think He left this in the land of creation just to leave an ‘egg’ for those of us who come after him, right?

This is definitely part of the Creator’s ‘grand plan’, and it’s not unlikely that He’s using this method to mass produce warriors that can fight against subspace.”

The vampire lord guessed:

“Isn’t the most suffocating power of the Subspace Shadow that pervasive and unimmunizable mind pollution? With this vapor that boosts resistance with a single sip, I think that if we drink enough of it, we’ll eventually be able to fight resolutely without any repercussions when facing the Subspace Shadow head-on.

I’m also planning on opening up the Swamp Exclusion Zone to my cuties once the Black Plague is over, and then this sub-space resistance-boosting soda will appear as an ‘egg’ to save them from complaining all day that the achievement is just a pretty sight and doesn’t do shit.

I bet by that time, these premium items consumed with achievement points will have inspired the little players to explore even more aggressively.

But that said, do you really believe that Shani told us all the details of what she saw in the Ancient Dream?”

“I’d be a four-hundred-year-old fool if I believed that.”

Tris grunted and did a fancy job of high-speed pirouette flight through the air, spinning around several times in a split second spreading her wings to stretch her body again as she said:
“Shani’s an assassin, a stalker, and does intelligence work, she’s got the savvy to hide the ones she omits, it’s become instinctive, and she’s got a conscience if she can tell us half of it.

If I had to guess, I’d say Shani probably already knows the exact location of the Eden District ruins in the Dark Mountains.

You see, she just said that she saw in Lady Oksana’s last recollection that the Ancient One of the Thorn Clan went back to the Eden Ruins before she was assassinated.

This means that Shani definitely knows how to get there.

And since Oksana had gone back to Eden before she was killed, there was a lot of moisture in that legend circulating in the history of the Blood Clan about Salokdar and Charlemagne teaming up to set up an ambush to kill Oksana.

The truth hidden in history could be that Oksana remembered something and then went on a reckless quest that led to her being contaminated by subspace, and then her husband and her best friend had to kill her.

Didn’t you say that too?
In the Ancient Dream you saw, Salokdar and Oksana were very close, not a love affair as rumored.”

“That was eight hundred years ago, Tris, and we can’t find evidence to verify that.”

Murphy didn’t answer his thoughts, but after a few seconds, he said:
“But there were bystanders to that event back then; Old Edward and Venerable Paing are the only two Ancients left, and they watched the rise and split of vampirism throughout this Era.

Yes, it’s true that Old Edward and Venerable Lord Paying might have forgotten the memories of the Golden Age, but they couldn’t have suffered from amnesia in the last thousand years, could they?
So if there’s a chance for them to tell the truths that are hidden in the history of the Bloods, we might just be able to confirm where it all came from.

Shani said that our original sin is driving our unbreakable influence with subspace, and I think that while sentimental, it does have some truth to it; maybe the destruction of the Eden District wasn’t the end, maybe that was all just the beginning of a vampire’s original sin story.”

“What are you going to do next?”

Tris asked, agreeing with Murphy’s thoughts:
“Now that the rare Clan Blood Fear’s Patriarch and Greedy Shard are both here, should we have Pablo do a Candidate Binding as well? So as to see if Charlemagne will give us more details in his ancient dream?”

“This. Wait a little longer.”

Murphy said with some hesitation:
“We basically don’t know much about Pablo, that rude and shrewd pirate is displaying the ‘persona’ that he wants us to see, I don’t think that the person who can turn his own honors into a little fan who follows him willingly would be a simple guy.

We can trust Shani because we’ve already fought and acted with her against Dusk and Lord Payeng trusts her, but our relationship with Pablo is that of strangers who just met.

In the words of the smaller players, it’s a bit of a stretch for you to give him good equipment when this reputation has only just opened up.”

“Hmph, I think there’s something in your words.”

Tris grunted and didn’t mention this matter again, she raised her head high in the night sky and looked out at the barren red earth canyon in the distance, a moment later, she said:

“There’s less than a month left before the Black Plague begins, do you think the players are ready for it?”

“I’m keeping myself from thinking about it.”

Murphy replied:
“Ready or not, everything is on the line, I’ve decided to end the closed beta testing in twenty-five days, giving the development team three days to complete the ‘new version of the actualization’, and the Black Plague materials will debut together then.

It’s taken us over five months to bring Transylvania back together, and I know it’s far from perfect, there are still problems and holes in all the details, but we’re running out of time.

If we can’t stop the Black Plague, everything we have and everything we’re looking forward to will go up in smoke.

I don’t know if I’m a good dog planner, but my warriors and I must now meet the test of fate.”

“Don’t say that, my little Murphy.”

Tris moved closer to Murphy, gathering her wings and laying herself down on her back with her arms open, just as she had done the night she was crowned Archduke of the Blood Vulture and had Murphy carry her back to her office.

She whispered:

“You’re the best dog planner I’ve ever seen certainly, and the only dog planner I’ve ever seen, but that’s not the point.

What I’m saying is that now that we’ve done the best we can, it’s time to leave it all to fate next.

I told you once that I wouldn’t let you go alone.

And I meant it.

No matter how Transylvania ends, I will be with you through it.

I’ve lived long enough, I was addicted to being a bad guy, but fate has brought me back to life in a way I never thought possible, and I don’t think it would be tragic if that was the end of my life.”

“Is it? I could be so impressed.” Murphy bristled as he whispered:
“But I’ve quietly instructed Professor Malcolm to buy us two ship tickets to the New World at Chardonnay Harbor, I’m not going to let you die here for me. Once the situation goes bad, I’ll take you and escape from here and we’ll go to the New World and start over.”

He moved his wings to hover in the air, and in the stillness of the full moon as a backdrop, and the silver streams of light like gossamer sprinkled across the clouds, he tilted his head up and kissed Tris behind him.

He said:

“We’re going to win!”

“Well, I’m sure we’ll keep going until the end.”
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“Up ahead is the big nest of the Ratmen here! Those bastards are hiding in there, and there are a lot of them, but we’ve blown down all the pits leading away from here.

They’re blocked in by us, kill all those rats and this racial main quest will be over.”

“Ow! Kill them all!”

In the underground pit of one of the defense lines on the outskirts of Desolate Mountain, the heavily armed Sister Pomegranate was doing a pre-battle mobilization, and beside her was a group of excited Blood Vulture Clan player vampires.

They would act as the main force to kill in the Ratmen’s nest in front of them, and farther away were players of other races, and compared to the vampires’ excitement and full of battle spirit, these guys were more or less uninspired.

Mainly because they have no reward gain in this racial mainline, although they can get pickups, but you can tell by looking at the bone sticks these ratmen use themselves, these guys really can’t drop anything good.

In addition to brush a brush of skill proficiency, basically is a waste of time, it is no wonder that the always “full of energy” of the big bird group will be a face of egg pain.

“I thought that the final prize of this racial thread would be Pomegranate Sister, but I didn’t realize that Badger would come up later and crush Pomegranate Sister on the kill list.

No wonder Sister Pomegranate’s ‘Scarlet Valkyrie’ is so battle-hardened today, she must be holding back her energy to regain the ranking.”

Brother Whimpering Meow, who was doing fire support in the periphery, played with the Golden Canary Flower cigar in his hand and spat at the several brothers beside him:
“The group of guys from the Student Party are really shaking up, ever since they took down Wolfsburg, each one of them is just like transforming into a Super Saiyan, not only are their spirits high, but even their personal strength is also rising miserably, just like they’re on drugs.”

“Nonsense, people’s professional advantages grew up.”

Old Qu said as he hugged his shotgun:

“Sister Pomegranate is a Vampire Martial Monk ah, this kind of pairing hasn’t been done before for a thousand years, she can only feel her way on her own, it’s only right that her growth is slow.

But Badger and the others are all strong professions of the Blood Vulture Clan, and they can learn a lot of powerful battle techniques by reading a few more handbooks, and the student party basically left the killing opportunities to Badger in order for him to take first place.

This is the tactic of ‘N guarantees 1’, if this still can’t be beaten, it’s a hell of a thing.

It seems like they’re aiming for that sword of Lord Murphy’s, alas, this is someone else’s racial mainline, we can’t participate in it, or else you’d be able to kill big with this axe in your hand.”

“What’s the hurry, there will definitely be opportunities for us to play in the future.”

Brother Woo Meow was open-minded, he whispered:
“That epic quest that Master Qin triggered in the Crimson Fortress, isn’t that a precursor to the racial quest? I see that this quest will definitely trigger the racial mainline for all Nord players by the end of it. They started the fight!

Let’s go, let’s get on too, provide a little fire support and brush up on our marksmanship proficiency in the meantime.”

After saying that, Brother Woo Meow copied the trench gun behind his back and stuffed it with Dragon Breath Bullets and shouted Avalon to the Great to kill them.

He rushed, so that the players who were watching the game also followed the brain to rush up, and the rats in the ratman’s lair will be scared to death, they have no one to direct them so they can only follow their instincts to fight, but even if the rats become humanoid this kind of creatures can’t talk about how much power, by the imposing vampires head on a rush to rush away.

What followed was a massacre.

But the area of this rat nest is actually quite large, it should originally be a small abandoned mine, so in addition to the pit where the rats gather, there are other small rooms.

While the vampires were killing the rats in the racial thread, the other players slithered around and skillfully started “cleaning up”.

As a result of this search, they really found some interesting things.

“There’s a weird lab here, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!”

Three pounds of groundnut burning with a gun kicked open a hidden door, and as a result, they saw gas lamps and crates hanging inside, as well as a large table with all sorts of alchemy items and a bed, which was obviously someone living here.

He was instantly interested and summoned the others to come in and scavenge for something.

Master Qin also followed him in.

But he wasn’t interested in scavenging the loot, instead, out of professional habit he first collected some textual information from this strange house, he found a diary that was halfway recorded and read it through the translation of the arithmetic treasure pearl:

“December 9th, the female rats are stable and still producing rats in an orderly manner, we injected improved hormones into numbers one through twenty-nine, and the rate at which they give birth to rats has significantly increased.

After these few days of observation, we found that after Lord ‘Scholar’ improved the rat genes, these biological weapons are much stronger in both reaction and perception, and they seem to have awakened some strange talents.

When they traveled underground in groups, it seemed that even the earth was protecting them, making the sounds they made very faint.

After close range testing, we can confirm that even the Dwarven Earth Priests were unable to detect the Rat People’s digging and movements underground, which, I guess, must have something to do with the strange fragments that Lord Scholar edited into the Rat People’s genes.

Some sources say that it was a part of the fragments related to the power of the earth that the Lord Scholar extracted from the genes of the sandworms of the Gray Desert.

Today, His Excellency the ‘Seeker’ sent orders that we are to begin the third stage of genetic improvement for a biological weapon like the ratman, and this time the aim is to try and create ratmen with psychic gifts.

Although it is possible to make the ratmen produce ‘psychic energy erosion’ faster by way of astral world contamination, as a biologist studying the truths of creation, I don’t feel that there is anything to be proud of in using psychic energy to create psychic creatures, we must use the scientific methods left behind by the Creator to make them more powerful, and then use these creations to overthrow the Creator the antiquated world left behind!

That is the essence of the Scholar faction’s philosophy.

Well, as long as I wait until the Psychic Mouseman is born, I’ll probably be able to get rid of my apprenticeship and truly join the great cause of the Scholar-sama as well.”

“Old Qin, what are you looking at?”

Seeing Master Qin looking mesmerized, the sour cucumber next to him came over to take a look and skimmed his lips:
“Isn’t it just an in-game text? Speaking mysteriously, the development team is really good at making up stories.”

“Yeah, it’s really like that.”

Master Qin laughed, and smoothly slipped that diary and a drawing on the table that he couldn’t read, but looked like some sort of diagram into his pocket.

The light in his eyes, however, was very serious.

Ratmen were not naturally born creatures!
The Ratman is a biological weapon created by that “scholar” using genetic means.

Okay, this is a bit of a strange setting for a fantasy story, but considering that this continent is probably real, it sounds pretty creepy.

The guys who created the rat people had the means at their disposal to rewrite genes and make things! The author of this diary says that he doesn’t care to create bioweapons out of psychic energy; in other words, the means these guys use are pure technology!

Although the steam technology of this continent didn’t seem very reliable, for someone like Old Qin, he seemed to have found something in this diary that “interested” him.

The diary mentions the “Creator”.
Is this some kind of deity?
Master Qin quickly into the battle to clear the rat people, he purposefully forward assault soon found the diary “female rats”, that is very hideous and giant female rats, in the vampires killed in the mother rats have not been too big to move, but also continue to produce small rat people.

The scene was so evil and twisted that a couple of the young men came out of their seats and finally poured out kerosene and set fire to the horrific evil of the place.

As the flames rose, Master Qin heard the mournful screams of those female rats, and he suddenly had a marvelous sense of vestigial vision, if this kind of biological weapon that could reproduce quickly appeared in his world .
Stop!

Can’t think down the road, how could these cow ghosts and snakes appear in his own world?

But the veteran still subconsciously touched the diary and the chart in his pocket, he always felt that this was not that simple, the organization seemed to have sent a scientist to infiltrate Transylvania.

Tomorrow, he would ask her to take a look at the chart and this diary, maybe there would be some unexpected discoveries.

(End of chapter)