601.Chapter 599 598 I can’t defuse the bomb, but I can

Chapter 599 598.I don’t have the means to disarm the bomb, but I can change the countdown to its explosion

Murphy learned a lot of interesting Sanghaian trivia from the mummy lady, and also snubbed the other party to become a shamanic mentor for the Transylvanian warriors, this wave actually belongs to a win-win situation.

The kind where Murphy wins twice.

After all, he had no intention of covering up the facts of the Swamp Exhibition Hall, and even intended to invite all three remaining Vampire Archdukes to complete the Civilization Candidate Binding in the Forbidden Zone of the Swamp at some point in the future as a way of piecing together the specifics of what happened to the Eden Sector at the time of its destruction.

From the resonance phenomenon of the embarrassing “ancient memories” with Shani, even if the other Archdukes don’t intend to tell the truth, that kind of special resonance of memories can still bring a lot of valuable clues to Murphy.

Under this premise, inviting another mummy priest of the Songhai Empire to enter the tour is not a big problem, not to mention, the other party is a serious expert in the field of “Creator’s Legacy”.

From some of the details revealed by Nefertari, it can be discerned that she has definitely come into close contact with many relics of the Creator in the Land of Origin, and letting this guy go to the exhibition hall for a turn may also bring some “surprises” to Murphy.

However, this is not a good time to discuss this matter, after the mummy cleric used the elemental fire to burn open the ice coffin that covered the castle ruins, the three people quickly moved towards it.

As Murphy pushed open the closed door, the miserable scene inside the castle came into view.

This place must have been bombarded by the Pioneer Legion with heavy artillery, the top floor and the high places of the castle were in a semi-collapsed state, and unlike the undead who had cleaned up and organized the outside of the ruins of the city of Xicao, this castle still maintained its original “battle-damaged style”.

As Murphy flapped his wings towards the middle study, he could even see a cannonball embedded in the wall that didn’t explode in a cave-in on the second floor of the castle.

According to little Sheridan’s statement, when the castle was broken, there were some women and children in the castle who were called by his parents to protect them, but Murphy didn’t see any more corpses, considering that the undead of the whole city had been activated, those corpses probably ran out by themselves.

It seemed that even after their deaths they were showing reverence to their lords in this way.

The ruins of this empty castle looked more like a tomb for the dead but restless Lord of Sikor in the eyes of Tris, who was following behind.

“They’re just ahead!”

Nefertari, who had come up the stairs, shouted a warning:
“In the study ahead of you, don’t go in yet, these are two very powerful undead! I sense an unnatural convergence of the will of the Underworld, they are not the dead who have been molded by wild means.

Dammit!

The orthodox knowledge of the Death Moon should not have been used to create such a crisis, this is blasphemy!

Wait for me there, I’m going to add a few statuses to you lest you be attacked or affected by the Will of the Underworld.”

She rushed over on her feet, taking out another bottle at her waist and sprinkling the grayish-white powder in it, letting that powder surround Murphy and Tris to insulate them from anything dangerous intruding into their wills, and then taking out a scepter with twin snakes entwined around it and a small caster’s shield from the rather Sanghaian-style belt pouch.

This too was full of undead style, for the shield was inlaid with an air-dried black heart.

It looked strangely oozy.

With everything in place, the Mummy Lady turned back to Murphy and nudged him, an abstract expression reflected in the mummy wrap that made Murphy shrug and push forward with Necessary Evil in hand to open the closed door to the study.

The result.
“Bang.”

The door fell forward, hitting the floor with a loud thud and a splash of dust.

The Vampire Lord stood in place awkwardly, spitting out that the quality of this castle’s construction was really worrying, wasn’t it just blown up by heavy artillery? As for being so fragile to this extent?

However, such embarrassment was nothing in the current situation, because they had met their master.

As little Xue Lun described, her old father is sitting in the center of the study by a lot of armor and weapons remains and the invaders’ bodies twisted composition of the “black throne”, the heavily armed leader of the mountain people on the huge, chilly armor-breaking hammer is like a black statue.

The old earl probably hadn’t changed his position since Sheridan’s last departure, and his armor was even covered with a layer of fine dust.

In addition, it was cold in this room!
Not that kind of simple temperature drop, but more like some kind of invisible cold power coiled here to form a substantial undead boundary, that power pressed heavily on Murphy’s shoulders making him move his shoulders uncomfortably.

He took a step forward, and this action immediately triggered some kind of reaction.

The old earl who had his head lowered in front of him slowly raised his head like a rusty gear starting to move, and underneath that heavy black helmet, two points of red bone fire lit up.

Unlike the other undead’s bone fire that was either blue or green, that scarlet color represented extreme danger.

Murphy immediately prepared for battle, and even intended to call on Mannis to help in the battle, but beside him, Nefertari stepped forward and loudly rebuked with the Dead Moon Priest’s most skillful Spirit Speech of the Dead:
“The Moon of Death will shelter your mind, dead, listen to my command, and clear out in anger!”

She waved her scepter, sending a cold shimmering ray of light spinning in a circle around the old earl, and the stance that had been used for the offense was quickly halted, the angry spirit beneath its battle helmet being forced to be calmed into calm neutrality.

For the first time, the old Earl seemed to snap out of the emotions brought on by death.

He moved his neck and looked quizzically at the strangely dressed Nefertari, while the spirit of Madame Seco levitated from her husband’s body at the same moment, the delicately built spirit of resentment having come to her senses.

She begged Nefertari for help in the air to:

“Save us! Your Excellency, the Walkers of the Death Moon, both my husband and I are under their control! So is this city, the power of death torments us, it roars every moment demanding vengeance and destruction.

It’s like a hell that’s been placed in our minds to give us no peace!
Help us!

You have the power to help us.”

“That’s exactly why I’m here.”

The Nefertari of this instant was devoid of her insane posturing, and in its place was a touch of the calmness and majesty necessary to be a Magus of the Dead, as she said in a hushed voice:

“A just death never demands vengeance from any of the dead, and what you hear is not an echo of the judgment of the Underworld; someone has shamelessly tampered with all that has happened to you since your death, so that you may not rest in peace, nor may you set foot on the path of the dead.

Those guys can sense the Underworld’s will and manipulate that greatness to a limited extent as I do.

They have set up rituals of eternal wrath in this castle and even in the outlying cities to keep your anger alive even after death and to use that ugly emotion to transform you and twist you.

They sought to create a true army of the Underworld in Transylvania, and you two are their chosen Lords of the Underworld, or Lords of the Catacombs.

What blasphemy!

But this transformation is not yet complete, and thus you are still saved!

Calm yourself, ma’am and His Excellency the Count, I need you to return to the cold state of mind of the dead for a while, so that I can better examine your state at this time.

Please believe me!

I am the Earthly Walker of the Moon of Death!
I am your compatriot and soul-receiver, and I have come from the Sacred City of the Moon with the Oracle of the Underworld in my hand to cleanse this land of the evils of death, and I will appease this city of its loss and pain.”

The Mummy Lady’s proclamation was both grand and majestic.

Murphy also noticed that as Nefertari lifted the name of the Holy City of the Moon, the heavy force that enveloped the den seemed to change, seeming lighter . No, a little more ethereal.

This made him realize that he didn’t need to fight any more in this scene at the moment, so he took a step back and left the main stage to Nefertari to preside over.

He and Tris stood to the side to guard the mummy lady.

The old count sitting on that dead man’s throne maintained his silence, it was said that he was not a dull man who liked to talk much during his lifetime, a typical mountain people’s character, but the Countess of Sicco had been talking to Nefertari.

This lady with half Halfling blood also seemed to have inherited the distinctive character traits of Halflings, and although spouting off seemed out of place in this situation, Murphy still felt that she was definitely being driven crazy by the boredom of being dead.

Seeing that there was someone who could calm her down, she began to describe her encounters during this period of time in a torrential manner, chattering like a lark.

“I told you why Sherron was so small, nothing like a mountain folk.”

Murphy whispered in Tris’ ear:
“So it’s the perfect inheritance of her mother’s exquisite height, look at the Countess beside the old Count just like a standard loli lady, tsk, I didn’t realize that the old Count, a thick-browed hillbilly brown man, actually likes this kind of?

It’s true that you can’t tell the difference between people.”

“Uh.”

Tris rolled her eyes somewhat helplessly and explained only after Murphy finished spitting:
“The leader of the mountain people is just like an ordinary person, but the halflings are eldritch species, and as far as I know, the countess is much older than the old earl, so what you see is just what you think. The truth is not that the old count likes lolitas, the truth is that a lolita is playing with a proper man’s breeding
Although I didn’t have too many interactions with the old Count Cicco, I know that when he was very young, the Countess, who had returned to her homeland from Chardonnay Harbor, was invited to become his home grammar teacher. In the strange words of those guys on the forums, this wave, ah, this wave is called Punch Teacher Rebel.”

“Ah this!”

Murphy heard this “too many elements” of the Earl’s secret story for a moment, also a little unable to accept, it seems that the little Xuelun this wit also knows that the love story of his own parents is a little too thrilling, so he has been careful to hide this.

Or perhaps, Little Xue Lun simply didn’t know about these old stories? This was basically equivalent to the black history of her parents, right?
“Can the two of you take care of the person in question when you talk about our couple’s gossip?”

Just as Murphy and Tris were exchanging these strange things, the old earl who had been silent all along suddenly spoke in a hoarse tone:

“Can you guys at least symbolically lower your voices? After the arrival of death, my senses have been strengthened a lot, if I wasn’t in a peculiar state where I can’t get angry, perhaps I should use my Warmth’s Cold Warhammer to properly teach you two what etiquette means!”

“Well, you’ve been enhanced in more ways than just your senses, Lord Sicomair.”

True to her reputation for being well-informed and thick-skinned, Tris looked as if nothing had happened, and after stepping forward with the Serenade Scepter in her hand to sense a wave, she said very seriously:
“Your body didn’t even rot in death, instead it was made tougher and more destructive by the infusion of pure Underworld power. Dusk is molding you in the same way it molds melee fighters, as opposed to the Countess!

I don’t even need to sense it to tell that she’s been greatly enhanced in her use of death psychic energy as well, she was said to have been an excellent halfling caster during her lifetime, so it seems they didn’t just choose the carrier of the Sicor Curse haphazardly.

Although this is an alien power, it is enough to propel your wife closer to the realm of gold after her death.

She and you in this state at this time are hard enough to categorize using the common categorization of the undead; you exist in a form that hasn’t been seen on this continent in thousands of years, though of course, over in the Land of Origin, such evil stories have happened more than once.”

“It’s the standard and classic pairing of a Witch Demon and the King of the Catacombs.”

Next to Nefertari, who was enduring the Countess’s incessant chatter and bursting desire to share, and was testing the Countess’s spirit this would reply:
“During the time after their deaths when they had not yet been resurrected, someone had tampered with their remains and Mrs. Sicomel had a life box made while the old Count’s existence was permanently bound to the city.

This was part of the Death Moon Cult’s orthodox ritual of ascension and transformation, and as soon as the transformation was complete, the city would have a gold-ranked wyrm and a gold-ranked lord of the catacombs.

What a masterstroke!

This kind of luxurious configuration even in the Land of Origin, not every Pharaoh has enough financial and material resources to support it, and I can basically determine that the covert remodeling of the city of Xicor by no means started after the war ended, and the time consumed by such a cumbersome setup is calculated in terms of years.

Therefore, when your Ten-Year War first began, Xike City might have already been chosen as a target.

In other words, the war between the Pioneer Legion and the Xike Collar was arranged from the very beginning. On my way here, I also learned about the Ten Years’ War, and it is said that the planning and advancement of this war even involved that King Louis.

So, Dusk actually has an informant beside King Louis?

Otherwise, it’s hard to explain how they could have so delicately designed and covered up this entire set of events, ultimately turning West Ke City into a replica of the Underworld Legion according to their ideas.”

“Well, that’s quite a thrilling enough guess on your part.”

Murphy whispered:
“But judging from Dusk’s style of doing things, we can’t rule it out, unfortunately, at least Transylvania lacks the power to search for the truth in the Kingdom of the Golden Sparrow, and thus it can only be a guess for now.

Nefertari, what are the results of your search?
Were you able to stop the transformation of the City of Sicor or release them to freedom?”

“Of course it can! It can even be done within ten days.”

Mummy Lady first gave an affirmative answer, causing the two vampires and two undead in the room to rejoice, but the unreliable fellow then turned the tables, spread her hands, and cocked her head:
“But only if it’s my mentor himself! With my pitiful segmentation I can’t solve an Underworld army of this size, they’ve been transformed for too long already, and this Underworld army is only one step away from truly taking shape.

And once the Count and Countess’s ascension and transformation ceremony is complete, the Underworld power will break the isolation of the material world and pour directly into Xike City, turning it into a holy city of death power!
Although it’s certainly not as powerful as the Holy City of the Moon, as long as it’s formed, there won’t be any way for you living beings to destroy it again!

Westcoat City will become a sharp knife of death thrust into the center of the continent, and when that time comes, even if the Earls of Westcoatmeyer and their wife are able to resist the call of the twilight and don’t go on a rampage to kill, the atmosphere of the underworld that constantly extends outwards from Westcoat City will turn the entire Transylvania and even the surrounding areas into a land of death.

Grass will not grow and bones will fill the field, the living will die and the dead will wander!
When it comes to that situation, even if the entire Death Moon sect comes out of the woodwork, there’s no way to help you guys, but that’s not a bad thing for us, it means that the Death Moon will have a second holy city.

At that time, if you guys need it, I can introduce you to join the sect as a low-level priest or something, seeing as we’re all very familiar with each other.

Our welfare benefits are very good, but we are a serious royal subordinate organization, each member has free shrouds and embalmers to receive every month, and every year, the Cold Moon Festival and the Day of the Blazing Sun will give out rice, flour, oil, and gold.

Although we can’t use them either”

“Hey, you’re having another brain cramp, aren’t you?”

Murphy reached out and chopped Nefertari on the head in one fell swoop, causing the latter to squeal but calm down as she coughed pretentiously twice and said:
“Anyway, this ascension ritual can no longer be stopped, but I can at least destroy the Rage Spirit Ceremony to calm you down, and then, I’ll use a series of secret techniques of the Death Moon Sect to prolong the time for the ascension ritual to be completed as long as possible.

But it’s not foolproof!”

Mummy Lady held out three fingers and said in a serious tone:
“I have just said that the key to the problem does not lie in the undead of Xike City, but in the fact that this earth that has suffered too much pain and death has already resonated with the will of the Underworld, and even if you kill all of the undead of Xike City, this ritual will still revive them again and again.

It can be said that the moment the Ritual of Ascension and Transformation was initiated, Dusk’s setup in Xike City was completed.

They were already in an invincible position.

That was why Dusk did not station its manpower in the city, there was absolutely no need to do that.

I can now delay the completion of the Ascension Ceremony backward by three months, which means that after a maximum of nine months from now, the Sacred Ground of Death will be fully formed!
During this process, you must find that ‘source’.

Kill her!

Destroy her faction!

Retrieve the Count and Countess’s shared life box, the thing that is the centerpiece of the city’s ritual of ascension and transformation, and the core of the Underworld’s will to resonate with this earth.

As long as I retrieve it, I can restrain the power of death from spreading to the outside world, as in the case of the Lunar Holy City, allowing it to accumulate and purify in a fixed area until it becomes a second Lunar Holy City in a few hundred years.

Of course, I have to remind you two.

Once the Holy City is formed, then the Death Moon Sect will have to take over the place, it’s not that we’re greedy for territory or power, but this is something that ordinary people really can’t handle.”

“Hmm.”

Murphy nodded, and Tris was a little sad but didn’t object.

The matter was settled.

And Nefertari turned back to the old earl and his loli teacher wife as she said:
“As for you two .
Although you are not registered orthodox kings of the Underworld, since things are already like this, so I will submit an application to the Moon Holy City, and the two of you will personally handwrite an explanatory material and an application document, which will be forwarded by the Deathmoon Faction to the ‘Kings of the Catacombs’ to be scrutinized.

If they agree to your joining, then you will become a member of the honorable ‘Ancient Kings of the Liege’. Well, enjoying the Pharaoh’s Royal Provisions Oh.

The benefits are excellent!

Not only will you automatically have the status of high priests of the Death Moon Sect, but you will also have the Ptolemaic royal family’s special death carriage and the Underworld guards as an honor guard, and you will even be assigned an Underworld three-headed dog to help you guard the gate.

If you have a special fetish you can also change into an Anubis Giant or Hades Giant Scorpion.

On the seventh day of every month at the end of the path of the dead in the Underworld, you can also attend the gathering of the ancient kings.

It’s a status symbol in the world of the dead!
I’m craving it.

It’s a pity that my tribe isn’t strong enough to support the Ancient Kings, otherwise I’d be one of your colleagues.

So don’t look so bitter, gentlemen.

Death is not the end of life, especially for those who qualify, it is just the beginning of another journey.

Look forward to a wonderful new life of death, I think you two are going to be some of the brightest stars in the gathering of kings.

Especially you, Countess.

Your amazing eloquence really has the makings of a prom queen.”

(End of chapter)