600. Chapter 598 – 597 Ha, Traveler, Mother Earth Snubbed

Chapter 598: 597. ha, traveler, mother earth is fooling you
The lord’s castle in the city of Sikor had long since collapsed, falling into ruins just like the city itself, the last reminder of the war that had left this land more than two years ago, and a symbol of the hatred between Transylvania and the Kingdom of the Golden Sparrow.

It can be said that as long as the ruins of Cicco City are still there, every Transylvanian will never think of making peace with the Kingdom of Canary Flower.

But if there is a person on the street who dares to shout at the top of his voice that the people of the Goldenrod are our friends, then the probability is that he won’t survive that night in this place where the people are so tough.

In many cases, hatred can be politically correct.

When Murphy became the Governor, Miriam and Professor Malcolm reminded him to pay attention to the way he dealt with the Canary Flower people, and although the two of them intended for Murphy not to be swept away by this kind of hatred, Murphy has always had his own ideas about this kind of thing.

Eliminating the hatred was impossible to do in a short period of time, unless one damaged one’s lord’s majesty to force the people to obey, but why would Murphy do that? Were the Goldfinches treating him well?
He didn’t have that much time to change the people’s mind, so he simply let it go, anyway, the East Prussia and Cato regions were still in the hands of the Goldfinch people, and sooner or later, Transylvania would have to fight a war with the Kingdom of the Goldfinch so that he could regain what he had lost.

From that perspective, Murphy would probably have to fight Mrs. Nordtor again during his Governor years to get part of Kafhoka & Ice Bay back again.

Of course, all of this is for later, at least until the end of the Black Plague before making plans.

Because the last time little Sherron came over to Westcoat City, she had seen her father in the castle ruins, so Murphy’s trio did not hesitate on this trip, and went straight to this place when they entered the city.

As a result, after arriving, they realized that Xiao Xuelun’s description of that day was still a bit conservative.

Now the castle ruins are frozen by the eerie ice, those huge icicles are almost along the entire castle every fissure in the “growth”, as if to the castle set a layer of cold gas overflowing ice armor, from the outside completely frozen simply can not find the way to enter.

It was as if when the old Count Sike sealed the door, he had no intention of letting it open again.

Murphy could probably guess what the old count was thinking, but the problem was that you sealed this thing too tightly, so that if they wanted to find the old count to “talk” it would take a lot of effort.

“Poof!”

Necessary Evil whirled around and lodged itself in the frozen door in front of him, cutting through the ice and causing the cold to spill out, but Murphy frowned as he retrieved his magic sword and stepped forward to take a look.

The Magic Sword’s staged strike had caused the ice to crack, but it hadn’t shattered much, which was ample proof that this layer of cold ice wasn’t simple, and that there might be other forces mixed in there as well.

He turned back to Tris and shook his head:
“It’s true that we can get it open so little by little, but it will waste a lot of time, and I guess it will also make the inside prepare for it.

Listening to Xue Lun’s previous description, the old earl and his wife are in a very peculiar situation, and the combat power of the two combined together will probably break through the gold rank, and coupled with this special environment of Xike City, I don’t think it’s a good idea to start a war rashly.”

“I can send us in.”

Tris closed her eyes and felt the nearby spiritual energy as she said:
“The space inside and outside isn’t cut off, all it takes is a slightly risky and precise teleportation, and basically there won’t be any problems under Mannis’s protection.”

“Do not teleport! Refuse to teleport! I’ll figure out how to get it out of the way, this looks like some sort of variation of necromantic power on a psychic level.”

The mummy next to her crossed her hands and made a baa，she was obviously psychologically affected by Tris’s Hand Tide Teleportation just now, and this time, she didn’t need Murphy to say much, and ran to study it herself before that peculiar cold ice.

Sanchez, the three-headed dog, obviously didn’t like this cold stuff.

It lay down in the ruins of the sentry tower not far away and dozed off, and when this big guy snored, the ground shook, and it was also a peculiar “triple accent”.

Murphy picked up the core pearl in all angles to the domineering three-headed dog took pictures, intending to edit a group of “development materials” to find an opportunity to throw in the forums, to the players daily draw a pie or something.

Although the players currently mastered the necromancy spells to reach the level of three-headed dog is obviously a dream, but considering that Nefertari this silver level can summon three-headed dog, so there must be some kind of skill.

This was probably a secret technique of the Death Moon Sect, and if one could get their hands on this kind of secret technique, then the future of the Necromantic Faction Profession would definitely be great.

As usual, who wouldn’t know how to draw a cake.

“I’ve thought of a way.”

Just when Murphy was taking “private photos” of the three-headed dog, the mummy who had removed a piece of ice and was studying it in her hands shouted out, signaling Murphy and Tris to lean over.

She mysteriously made a very abstract expression on her face wrapped in cloth, as if smiling, and then threw the ice in her hand aside and said:
“I know what this stuff is!

It’s not ordinary ice spirit energy, nor is it a death spell from the Underworld system, it’s a composite spirit energy formed by combining death spirit energy and ice elements together, and then shaped into a ‘Coffin of Cold Ice’ after undergoing a three-state change of energy.

Ms. Tris should have heard of this spell, right?”

“You’re so careful.”

Tris nodded helplessly and said:
“We’ve seen similar handwritten notes in your Eternal Library, and it’s said to be an extremely skillful protection-type spell, but no one will use it except you Sanghai people.”

“It’s not exclusive to the Songhai people, in fact, as long as the caster can perceive elemental power, they have the foundation to learn this compound spell.”

Nefertari waved her hand and explained:
“It’s just that the spell casters on the continent have always been superstitious about spiritual energy, and except for some mountain people who still retain the inheritance of shamans, there are very few spell casters who can sense the elements nowadays. Because of this, a large-scale Casket of Ice like the one in front of you is an unbreakable spell in your eyes.

But since we figured out its principle, we don’t need to make a big deal out of it, I’ll just incinerate it out of the passageway with the power of the fire element.”

“Wait!”

Murphy, who was listening next to the two spell casters but felt like a vampire primitive, suddenly shouted:

“I thought I heard ‘shaman’ just now, so do the Songhai people still have a shaman profession?”

“Don’t you have a weird scouting spell that can see other people’s professions?”

Tris said suspiciously:

“Didn’t you realize that Nefertari is an extremely outstanding Shaman Priestess in addition to being a Mummy Magus?”

“That detection spell of mine casually thrown will cause hostility, I’m also a person of status now, I must pay attention to my decency, I can’t just casually make enemies by casually throwing detection spells like the small players, they have no scruples or even wish to start a big fight, but I can’t.”

Murphy explained, and after asking for Nefertari’s permission, threw a detection spell on her:

Name: [Dog Tamer] Onel Nefertari Boomer
Race: Sanghaian/Necromancer
Rank: Level 30 Silver Body – Elite Template – Reserve Divine Chosen [Cult of the Dead Moon]

Profession: Level 20 Mummy Cleric / Level 20 Shaman – Elemental Specialization / Dancer – Desert Style Specialization

Status: Undead Mental Imbalance – Intermittent Insanity – Underworld Consciousness Carrier

Character Notes:

[The poor little girl thinks she’s delirious due to her brain, but she doesn’t realize that the real reason is not so, the concept of death may not be an entity deity, but there’s no doubt that she’s the very same ‘eyes’ that are being used to view a certain alpha .
So some sinful vampire had better find a place now to open his prayers in place and bless the poor people who are suffering because of him].

“?”

Murphy raised an eyebrow in surprise.

It wasn’t just because this career choice of Nefertari was a bit strange, but also because he once again saw strange explanatory text, speaking of which, ever since he had bound himself to the civilization candidate of the Blood Vulture Clan, these strange notes would appear more often than not when he himself used his Scrying Technique and Item Appraisal again.

But this time the notes seemed to have something in their words.

In other words, Nefertari’s madness wasn’t caused by falling into the water, but rather, because she was close to her, she became the eyes of the will of the Underworld to observe her, and this kind of pressure from the Underworld caused the mummy to lose her mind?
And what does this “concept of death is not a physical deity” mean?
Is this a roundabout way of saying that the belief system of the Songhai people is different from that of the other races on the continent?
The people of Songhai don’t worship a personified deity, but the concept of death?
Hey!
That sounds even more esoteric.

“What’s wrong? You have an expression on your face like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Tris immediately noticed Murphy’s strange appearance, she asked worriedly, Murphy shook his head as he asked to Nefertari:

“You just said that the spell casters on the continent are superstitious about spiritual energy and can no longer hear the sound of the elements, so the spell casting resources on this continent are not the only one, right?”

“Of course! All psychic energy is crooked!”

Mummy Lady instantly responded in a serious tone:

“According to the ancient legends of the Songhai people, when the power of the Creator still protected the earth, the elemental powers that were naturally born from within the world and the magical powers that were transformed by the elements were the orthodoxy of spellcasters.

That was the power that belonged to the world itself.

In that golden-like era, psychic energy didn’t exist at all, and it was only after the Creator left the world and His grand blueprints were destroyed by the Extraterrestrial Evil Gods that the tainted forces of the Extraterrestrial Realm were allowed to enter the world.

I know that many spiritualists on the continent believe that spiritual energy comes from the astral realm, but that is not the case! The source of spiritual energy is subspace, the abyss where the filth resides.

Those evil gods designed psychic energy to be generous in order to lure spellcasters with power to walk the path of psychic energy.

As long as you prayed, the psychic energy would respond, and more than a thousand years had allowed the way of psychic energy to spread widely, yet the way of the elements, which was supposed to be used for the protection of the world, had only been passed down in the Land of Origins and the Ancient Kingdom of Calum.

This is why your region is plagued by disaster, but the Lands of Origin and the Kalem have remained stable for so long.

This is also the bitter fruit of you forgetting the Creator’s teachings and using the power of evil!”

“There it is again!”

Tris, who was a Spiritual Energy Master, disliked this kind of godly argument that tied power and faith together, and she rolled up her sleeves with the intention of discerning the scriptures with Nefertari, but she was stopped by Murphy.

The vampire looked at the mummy lady, who was all righteous at the moment, and he said suspiciously:

“But don’t you guys use psychic powers too? The Death Moon Sect’s Underworld spells are also catalyzed by death spirit energy, according to you, aren’t you also corrupted?”

“Hey, stupid vampire, the Death Spirit Energy and Sun Spirit Energy that we Sanghai people use are different from the ones on your continent!”

At that mention, Nefertari became even more proud.

She held up her poor airfield and exclaimed with great honor:

“Our ancestors signed a pact of faith with the Moon of Death and the Brilliant Blazing Sun under the guidance of the Creator, and in this way used the Pure Spiritual Energy to study the mysteries of the Way of Death and Purification, and although it is the same Spiritual Energy originating from Subspace, the Creator’s greatness shelters the Land of Origins, so that we don’t have the slightest bit of the taint of the Evil Devil in our power.

Ask your Tris if you don’t believe me, and the Scarlet Witch will tell you.”

“That’s true.”

Tris was powerless to refute this truth as she sighed:
“The Sanghai people’s psychic skills are very different from the continent’s psychic system from the underlying logic, and they hardly ever get caught up in the disoriented thinking and mental weight that comes from prolonged exposure to psychic energy.

It is precisely for this reason that they are known as the gatekeepers of the Underworld in the material world, and when I went to the Moon Sacred City to steal knowledge back then, it was actually this kind of psychic skill that I wanted to learn, but then I realized that it was impossible to learn this stuff.

It’s because when they, the Sanghai people, use psychic energy, they also study the way of the elements, and it’s only when the two forces work together that they produce this magical ‘purity’ effect.

But the Elemental Way has long been extinct in other parts of the continent.

And the bad news on that front is that we vampires can’t perceive elemental power at all, it’s as if we’re loathed by the gods, and the elements are loathing us too.

Alas, this eternal sin descendant status really makes you feel like fate is unpredictable .
What’s that look you’re giving me?
Good heavens, Murph, do you want your warriors to follow the ways of the elements again?
Please spare them!
They’re busy enough as it is.”

Murphy rolled his eyes.

Tris really doesn’t know what’s going on when she’s not in charge, this dog planner of his own has started to lose his hair in order to develop a new career system, it’s not easy to discover a new career path, and this is the kind of attitude you have as a member of the development team?

“Hey, Nefertari, are you willing to take apprentices during this time in Transylvania?”

Murphy shouted to Mummy Lady, who had already started calling on the power of the elements in preparation for opening the coffin of cold ice:
“To tell you the truth, the warriors under my command are also very interested in the way of the elements, but they just struggled to find a suitable shaman tutor to teach them the introductory arcana before, so I can pay you.”

“It’s useless for me to ask for money, I offered everything I had to the Underworld after I was resurrected from the dead.”

Mummy Mother, whose hands were wrapped in marvelous flames that were melting the solid ice, said without looking back:

“Besides, the Way of the Elements is notoriously difficult to begin with, not everyone can learn it even the Creator’s favorite Sanghaians, let alone those otherworldly Essence Spirits under your command. Ha, couldn’t have imagined it, could you?
I’ve actually seen through their true identities, they’re all a bunch of psychic projections, disguised as flesh and blood beings by Tris in a cunning way.

But there’s no way to hide them from an orthodox Death Walker like me.

The rules of death in this world don’t apply to them. Whispering to you, the Underworld Will actually hates them quite a bit as well, because every dissipation and new birth of theirs is disrupting the balance of life and death.”

“Let’s not talk about death for now, let’s talk about the Way of the Shaman.”

Murphy said:
“I can use Miracle Maker as a mentor’s salary…”

“Bang.”

Murphy’s words caused Nefertari’s hand to shake, and the strange blazing fire in her hand that didn’t have any psychic vibrations all of a sudden blazed out of control.

It turned into a flying storm of flames in an instant and burned a large hole that could allow several people to pass through the coffin of cold ice in front of her in a few seconds, which was formed as a result of Nefertari’s extreme control with her teeth bared.

From this, it could be seen that the strength of this mummy-queen in front of her was actually quite strong, and just now that elemental fire had clearly gone out of control, but it was hardened and pressed back again by her.

She turned back tremblingly, and also very theatrically wiped the cloth wrapped around her head, and stared at Murphy with her lifeless eyes that served as decorations, saying:

“What? What did you just say you paid with?”

“O Miracle Maker, the Creator’s Legacy, as you call it.”

Murphy casually called for an intelligent shuttle to levitate and placed it in front of Nefertari’s eyes, saying:

“If you promise to take in disciples, I can give you a whole set of miracle artifacts of this grade as honorarium.”

“You! You you you you! You must have found the unknown land of creation near Transylvania right?”

Nefertari screamed immediately after she confirmed that the shuttle was in no way an item that could be made in this era:

“All places of creation belong to the Creator, Murphy! You can’t desecrate these holy things by trading them, show me! O Creator above, Mentor Bayek will be so happy he’ll be dancing!

It has been three full centuries since a new Place of Creation has been discovered in the Sanghai Empire.”

“Well, there’s no way I’m just going to open up my biggest secret to you, little mummy.”

Murphy reached out and pressed down on an agitated Nefertari’s head as he said:

“Let’s start with you promising to teach my warriors the ways of the elements, and if you can, by the way, teach them the orthodox spells of the Deathmoon sect. If you can teach a hundred Black Iron Apprentices, I’ll take you for a stroll in that Place of Creation.”

“Ah, you bastard vampire who hijacked the land of creation and disrespected the majesty of the Creator!”

Mummy Lady screamed:
“Watch out we’ll send a sunship to blow your Transylvania sky high!”

“Don’t scare me, it’s just a few fully automated cruising defense blimps attached to the Eden Sector, if your sunships dare to come, I’ll immediately activate the exhibition hall’s self-defense force to shoot your sunships down!”

Murphy said in a lowered voice:
“You really think I don’t know anything, don’t you? Little Mummy, whisper it, I’m a ‘Creator Legacy Expert’ for my size, I even know where the ruins of the Eden Sector are.

Wanna go for a spin with me?”

“Sure would like to! That’s a goal shared by all the Sangha.”

Nefertari was dumbfounded when she heard Murphy say the “official name” of the Sun Ship, realizing that the vampire governor, who was plain except for his good looks, wasn’t simple, and that the latter also knew the secrets of the legendary Eden District.

She hesitated, held out her little thumb to Murphy, and said:

“I can teach them, but I’m going to forget about it while you’re on your way to the Eden District! After the Black Plague is over, you’re going to make a trip to the Land of Origins with me, Murphy, and I can guarantee your safety, but those learnings you’ve mastered are really important to us!
The Sangha have spent over a thousand years preparing for a great program that you can’t even imagine, and every bit of knowledge about the Golden Age is important to that program.

Please believe me, you will be honored by all the Songhai people.”

Murphy twitched his eyes at Nefertari’s extended pinky and said:

“You guy, how can you still be so childish when you’re an undead? I think you and a certain overgrown warrior under my command must have something in common, so I’ll introduce you to each other some day. As for going to the Land of Origin
Let’s survive the Black Plague first.

Also, we’ve been at the old count’s door for long enough, let’s go and pay a visit to the old count and countess, so we don’t let people say we don’t know how to be polite.”

(End of chapter)