599.Chapter 597 596 Little Tris who loves to pick up things needs to properly counter
Chapter 597 596.Little Tris who loves to pick things up needs a good introspection
“So you got me a prisoner to watch? That old flywheel doesn’t look like he’s going to be easy to mess with, and it’s going to take a bit of effort for me to keep an eye on him, but it’s a job worth doing if it does trap the Spirit Master of the Tower of the Ring!
But what about Miriam?
Did you really give her a vial of source blood?
Why are you being so generous! We don’t have much Source Blood left in our hands, and we still have to convert it for the 3,000 people, so we’re basically out of it after this wave, and we’ll have to wait until May next year for the Sacred Blood Parade if we want the rest!
And as far as the Black Plague is concerned, it’s not certain that Venerable Lord Paying will really be able to find the time to organize that ancient ceremony next May, and in case it’s delayed, the reconstruction of the Blood Wyvern will once again be much more difficult.”
As the scarlet teleportation spell jumped, in the midst of Tris’s chatter, she and Murphy appeared in full armor outside of the dead city of Xike, and Tris was obviously very dissatisfied with Murphy’s “big spending” behavior.
She wanted to yank him by the ear and reprimand him a few times.
Of course, Tris also think that Miriam is her own people, she does not really think that the source blood to Miriam is a waste, but the problem is, Murphy this guy to their own people some too generous.
She whispered:
“A vial of source blood diluted is enough for Miriam to create thirty vampires, and if she chooses to drink it herself, she might be able to mold a super-talented vampire lady.
Tell me honestly, have you been planning to do this for a long time?
Although you say that you respect Miriam’s personal choice, as her prestige in Transylvania grows, you can’t really let Miriam die as a human, right?”
“You, why are you so psychologically dark?”
Murphy immediately denied it:
“How can I be that kind of villain who doesn’t respect other people’s wishes? The day Miriam died of old age I would go to her funeral and personally deliver a eulogy. But you see, with the Scarlet Consul’s prestige being so high, there’s no guarantee that there won’t be ‘radical’ Transylvanian defenders who will force her into the Midnight Quiet Asylum against her wishes.
Miriam was a smart girl, and she knew this, so the fact that she took the initiative to ask for the source blood this time meant that she had finally convinced herself after a long time.
It’s a good thing to avoid embarrassment for everyone, really eh?
The two of us are just talking, where’s Nefertari?
Didn’t she follow along?”
“Uh.”
Tris whispered as she glanced back at the still swaying portal:
“That guy isn’t lost in the astral realm, is he? O Mother of Midnight above, what a jinx this is, it seems the poor mummy-queen is not only brain-dead, but even her luck has turned bad.”
“Ugh, I knew it.”
Murphy sighed, reached out and placed his hand on the articulated serpent symbol at his heart, and said with a wooden face:
“Your Excellency the Endless One, help.”
“Come on!”
Mannis’s odd voice rang in Murphy’s ears, at the same time, the dancing mummy was thrown back into the material world amidst screams of ahhhhh，It fell with a plop onto the grass in front of Murphy and Tris.
The unlucky girl had knocked her head against the rocks on the ground, causing her overburdened spine to click.
This would have killed a normal person, but for Nefertari, it was nothing.
The mummy lady screamed and cursed as she got up, her hands covering her head as she clicked her cranium back into the correct position, her peculiar outfit allowing a cognizable vague expression of anger to still form on her cloth-wrapped face, waving her cloth-wrapped hands again as she screamed at Tris:
“Did you do that on purpose! You say! Are you still harboring a grudge against us Moon Believers because of what happened back then when Priest Leader Bayek himself hunted you down?
You badass witch!
To have the audacity to sneak into the Great Library of Eternity to steal our sacred knowledge, you were clearly the one who made the mistake in the first place!”
“How can it be that I did it on purpose? You mummies just don’t make sense when you talk!”
Tris said with a sneer on her face as she hugged her arms:
“It’s clearly your bad luck, okay? Look, teleporting three people at a time, and as a result, both of us are fine, but you’re the only one who fell into the astral realm, and this definitely has nothing to do with my teleportation skills. Also, I want to emphasize one thing!
I don’t hate Priest Leader Bayek at all.
I know that if it wasn’t for his old man’s mercy, I wouldn’t have been able to escape the Land of Origin alive back then, and I have nothing but gratitude in my heart for your mentor.
Believe it or not is up to you.”
“Well, Nefertari, you’re cursed, there’s no doubt about it.”
Murphy reached out to squash the cranky and somewhat neurotic, but unexpectedly popular and somewhat talkative mummy-queen among the players, and he said:
“You casually touched the Blood Fear holy relic and attempted to sever its connection to its user, and I’m guessing you must have had some bad luck the day you were ready to become a thief, and Dark Luck cursed you for it, the source of a whole host of bad luck for you after that.
If you want to stop having bad luck, I suggest you go to Pablo’s place and seriously apologize to that miracle artifact to beg for forgiveness.
It is a weapon made by the hand of the Creator!
It would be downright easy for it to curse an undead with bad luck, and since you’re a Sanghai and a self-proclaimed son of the Creator, you should know that better than anyone.”
“But that thing was supposed to be sent to the land of the Creator!”
The stubborn mummy-queen was no longer in over her head, but she clearly hadn’t returned to her normal stance, and she said stubbornly:
“It is the innate mission of every Sanghaian to search for and bring back the Creator’s legacy, and we believe that by bringing those lost around the world back into the Holy Land, the Creator can begin His great transformation of the world anew!
It will be a perfect time when all people can live happily ever after, when life and death will be balanced, and when light and darkness will each have their place.
Yes!
The reason this world was in such a mess as it was now was because the Creator’s great blueprint had been interfered with by the Subspace Evil Gods!
Our ancestors of the Songhai people have witnessed the day the heavens collapsed!
You can’t be so selfish as to use the Creator’s legacy for killing on earth, that’s just a terrible degradation and blasphemy.”
“I believe in your legends, I think your legends are more true than the other legends of world creation circulating on the continent, and I will definitely visit the Land of Origin when I have the chance.”
Murphy held down the restless Nefertari as he said seriously:
“But the Creator’s blueprint is ruined, there is no way for it to be restarted, Eden has fallen, and if you are no longer willing to accept this fact, it’s time to wake up a little bit after a thousand years.
Nefertari!
Remember your mission, Chief Priest Bayek sent you to Transylvania to help the continent through the crisis, the search for the Miracle Maker can come later.
Sober?”
The Vampire Governor used the power of desire like tugging on a heartstring to roughly soothe Nefertari in her chaotic thoughts, for an undead it was unusual and unhealthy for emotions to be unleashed so violently.
Quieting down Nefertari shook her head vigorously before covering her face and saying:
“I must I must go back to the Moon Sacred City as soon as possible to calibrate my undead mind, I’m sorry, you two, for making you laugh. I’m getting worse now, I feel like I’m going to lose control soon.”
“Then hurry up and take care of the trouble in Xike City before you lose control.”
Tris warned from the side:
“The local masters already know we’re here, and look, the dead city is already ‘buzzing’ with activity.”
Murphy and Nefertari looked back, and sure enough, in the aisles deep within the gates of Xike City, which had been mostly shattered by heavy artillery, a group of undead with missing arms and legs had already emerged from their hiding places.
Blue-green spirit flames burned in their eye sockets, revealing a disturbing uncertainty.
“Don’t move your weapons!”
Murphy tried to draw his sword but was stopped by Nefertari, the mummy lady who had found her mind quickly transformed from her insane stance into a very organized and dignified proper death priestess.
She signaled for Tris and Murphy to step back, then took off a pouch at her waist to wave out the materials stored in it, encircling her like ashes blowing in the wind, while the oddly low tones of a black Underworld summoning ritual floated beneath the Mummy Lady’s feet as Nefertari twirled like an eccentric dance.
“A real Underworld war dance is so authentic, I haven’t seen one in years.”
As Tris watched Nefertari’s bizarre but possessed of a certain beauty and majesty as she shifted her stance, she whispered an introduction to Murphy:
“This is the Moon Sacred City’s untold secret, there are quite a few people who have seen it, but there are only a handful of people who have seen it and still survived. The Moon Priests would only use such a technique during their superior summons, and legend has it that this is the dance that the first generation of Moon Priests sent to the God of the Underworld when they gave thanks to him after acquiring knowledge in the Underworld.
The movements themselves carry a strong sense of the majesty of the Underworld.
Unfortunately, only the Walkers of the Death Moon can perfectly master such a dance.”
“Hmm, a very passionate and powerful dance, filled with a kind of fusion of feminine softness and the will to die.”
Murphy whispered:
“Didn’t you steal lessons from someone’s sanctuary? Can you dance?”
“Yes, the war dance itself isn’t that hard to learn, but as I just said, it’s only for Death Moon and so on! What do you want?” Tris suddenly realized the strange idea in Murphy’s words, she frowned and pinched Murphy hard on his waist, this little guy was really getting disrespectful.
“Ow!”
With a low growl, the huge and hideous Underworld Three-Headed Dog was summoned to the material world by Nefertari.
This proper legendary creature made Murphy and Tris feel the erosion of a strong Underworld aura at the same time the moment it made its appearance, and a substantial aura of death seemed to form around the giant beast, representing the majesty of power like a fear aura.
Although it was said to be a three-headed dog, this guy’s size was actually closer to a tiger or lion’s build.
Its body was covered with black scale armor, four stout legs and sharp claws clasped the ground, it had a devilishly slender inverted triangular tail, while three not-so-short necks extended out from its neck, and its three large heads were separated like snakes still tearing at each other.
It was as if it was playing.
But the three-headed dog’s claws, neck and teeth were covered with a ring of blue spirit fire, and its six nostrils spewed out scorching breath like the black smoke of a volcano with every breath.
But as cool as this thing’s entrance was, it couldn’t hide it from Tris’s eyes, and she whispered:
“It’s a young dog, no wonder it can be summoned so easily by Nefertari, it probably stems from the legacy of Priest Leader Bayek, I remember that old priest had an actual three-headed canine companion as a guardian of the Underworld.
Back then, I was almost bitten to death by that three-headed dog when I was escaping in the Miles of Yellow Sand.
This thing can be much harder to deal with than the Ninkinanka, they can directly lock onto souls, and their aggressiveness and destructive power is considered upper-middle level among the legendary creatures.
The worst thing was that all of this thing’s attacks came with Soul True Wound, once it was knocked into weakness, it was easy for the soul to leave the body and be sent to the Path of the Dead, and in the words of the players, it was that this thing came with the attribute of ‘instant death’.
However, in addition to the place of origin, you basically can’t encounter this thing in other parts of the continent.
They are a high-ranking symbol of the will of the underworld.
It is said that the three-headed dogs are responsible for punishing those sinners on both sides of the Path of the Dead, and that they will not harm the good and the heroic, but all sinners will have their left leg bitten off, and will only be able to crawl painfully along the Path of the Dead to the gates of the Underworld.”
“Yo, Sanchez, be quiet! Don’t embarrass me in front of my new friends.”
Nefertari waved her hand at her summoned companion, and the mighty three-headed dog let out a coughing laugh that seemed to mock the mummy-queen’s wretched posture, but it lowered the left side of its head to allow Nefertari to mount it.
The other two heads stared at Murphy and Tris respectively.
The eyes looking at Murphy were filled with doubt, probably unable to determine whether Murphy was a good guy or a bad guy, but the head looking at Tris let out a low growl without hesitation, still baring its teeth.
Apparently in the eyes of Sanchez, the three-headed dog, Tris was a sin-filled soul who had to have her left leg bitten off.
“Look! I told you I used to be a horrible badass.”
Tris wasn’t afraid of the pup as she took off and told Murphy:
“So you’d better not get so close to me, lest one day my old ways come back to haunt me and break your heart badly.”
“And yet who doesn’t know that pretty seductive and washed up villainesses and whatnot are the most fascinating.”
Murphy also flapped his wings and flew up.
He didn’t care about Tris’s self-hatred, but waited for Nefertari to dispel the undead in the city with a secret spell, but Mummy Mother didn’t have much of a secret spell.
Her secret method was her own mighty big dog!
“Run up! Run up! Sanchez.”
At Nefertari’s call, which was back to its upside-down state, the black three-headed dog snarled and spewed out black smoke as it raced forward on all fours toward the city of Sikor.
As the Beast of Judgment of the Underworld, the three-headed dog had extremely strong suppression and dispersal power over all inferior undead, and it didn’t even need to take the initiative to attack, just running in the area filled with undead in Xike City was enough to make those undead that had been awakened fearfully hide back in their own dens again.
It was as if in front of the three-headed dog, the undead’s fearfulness was brought back, and it was even more vivid and terrifying than in life.
“See, this is the tactics of the Death Moon Priests.”
Tris and Murphy flew behind the rampaging three-headed dog, and amidst the Mummy Lady’s “truly – heartless” laughter, Tris scoped out to Murphy:
“The orthodox heritage originating from the Underworld has made them virtually invincible against undead creatures, and any fool who tries to attack them in this realm will only be rewarded with a backlash of death.
Nefertari is only a mummy cleric, if she can become a mummy lord then she doesn’t need the three-headed dog here, she alone can fight and restrain most of the undead in this city.
And if the Bayek Priestess was here, perhaps it would only take a single charm to take back control of the city of Sikor in an instant.
Unfortunately, as the absolute representative of the Underworld in the material world, Priest Leader Bayek could not leave the Land of Origins, and Priest Leader Brilliant Blazing Sun, who was in the same position as him, was likewise not allowed to leave those ten thousand miles of yellow sand.
It is said that this is a tradition that was formed after the people of the Sanghai signed a pact of faith with the Moon of Death and the Brilliant Blazing Sun under the guidance of the Creator.”
Murphy was silent without answering.
It was only after nearly ten minutes, as the three-headed dog carried Nefertari closer to the withering and brutal Citadel of Syco, that Murphy asked in a low voice:
“So, Gen . When Luna followed you in the Moon Holy City back then, how much did she actually learn?”
Tris bit her lip.
Murphy finally stopped pretending.
This guy really knew everything, even his own relationship with Luna wasn’t hidden from him, but this also represented a certain attitude from Murphy, and Tris knew that she couldn’t hide it any longer.
After a moment of hesitation, she said dumbly:
“I also thought that the child didn’t learn, she wasn’t a character that could patiently learn back then, and I can be sure that when I took her to escape from there in the first place, she was only just getting started on the knowledge of death. As for why ‘Gen’ mastered so many forbidden arts .
I guess it would be because after I was victimized by Salokdar, she faked her own death and escaped and went back to the Land of Origin.
I was down and out for over a hundred years.
With Luna’s qualifications, that’s more than enough time for her to become a master of death knowledge.
But the problem is that the path we slipped into the Moon Sacred City back then must have been blocked by Priest Leader Bayek a long time ago, and I don’t know how Luna managed to get in and disguise herself.
Perhaps she found a new path .”
“Be bold!”
Murphy said as he stared at Nefertari and the three-headed dog:
“There’s a traitor in the Holy City of Luna!
And powerful enough to shelter Luna there to learn the forbidden arts, and even more terrifying, a part of the Deathmoon cult has become a part of the Twilight, the same way the Twilight is creeping in the shadows of the Tower of the Ring.
That was why, as soon as the Venerable Lord Paying’s side spoke up, Priestess Bayek had immediately sent his favored disciple to come all the way across the sea.
He had guessed this truth as well.
Now that Dusk had pushed the Black Plague to take shape, the continent would soon be in chaos, and the Land of Origins and Sanghai Empire, which hung alone overseas, wouldn’t be calm for long.
Tris, I know Luna’s last name.
I know she is of the Elven King’s clan, who is she really? And how did she become your heir?”
“Her origins are complicated, and until Luna was killed by Salokdar in front of me to protect me, I wasn’t quite sure where she really came from.”
Tris whispered in a pained tone:
“It’s true that she had the same last name as the Elf King, but she wasn’t really a member of the royal family, in fact Luna was a half-elf who was half human.
But she can’t even tell herself who her mother or father was human, and she doesn’t know where her elven bloodline comes from. Luna is a lot like Adele, she is very resistant to her elven bloodline, at least when she follows me, she never actively explores her origins.
Remember when I said that I once went to the elven court to try to get their elven chalice?”
“Of course, I’ve kept in mind for every cute experience you’ve had of being defeated.”
Murphy said quietly:
“So that time you were hunted across half the continent by a Moon Elf Priest, an Archdruid, and a Ranger General together wasn’t because just because you were spying on someone’s holy relic?”
“Well, I would have stolen the Holy Grail, and I was pretty good back then!”
Tris was mouthy and emphasized:
“But something went wrong when I left, in some hidden place in the Elven Royal Court, I met Luna who was imprisoned there, the poor child was very thin, she was dying and the elves didn’t care about her at all.
I.
You know I’m occasionally abusive with my kindness, so…”
“So you picked her back up just as you picked me up.”
Murphy sighed:
“Tris, you really should review your habit of picking things up indiscriminately.”
(End of chapter)