613.Chapter 611: 610 The Forsaken Heavenly Emperor’s Transylvanian Sub-Emperor

Chapter 611 – 610.Forsaking the Heavenly Emperor’s Transylvanian Sub-Emperor
The three deities had some style.

After seeing that the players of the second regimental battle, “God’s Power Plus”, had killed through the Jackals’ position, and had once again crushed the Jackals’ morale with the reinforcement of the Whiptail Battle Flag and the support of the Bloodthirsty Technique, they tacitly retracted the reinforcement they had given them.

Just give a little sweetener for something like a display of power.

If you give more or give more often instead of that kind of attraction, what’s more, they as gods should always have a little style, can not really run to lick these foreigners, these guys indeed the future is promising, but they still need time to grow, can not be plucked this reasoning of the gods also know very well.

Tonight’s miraculous victory is regarded as a gift given by the three gods to the Transylvanians, any small player with a little conscience should return to the temple of the Scarlet Fortress after the battle to offer a few columns of incense and then a little sacrifice, and by the way, to enter a religion or something.

Of course He knew it was a bunch of unbelievers.

But it didn’t matter much, the so-called pious believers couldn’t be as thorough, decisive and perfect as these guys when it came to serving the gods, and in front of the perfect value they showed, the district faith was just a matter of not having it, right?

Anyway, as a proper god, they don’t need faith to maintain their existence, even the most rookie of the three gods, Vam, also bases his existence on the beliefs of the barbarians, he is the main god of the barbarians of Western Sahara, the beliefs of the foreigners don’t have much significance to him.

“Well, it’s a shame that the powerful force is gone, happy times are always short.”

The “Golden Peach” Ms. Becky, who had just led the players with her best friend Raven Knight in a matchless battle in the Jackal army formation, regretfully felt the dissipation of the additional power on her body.

Although she had been in charge of loot recovery for the previous ten days, and had occasionally been able to salvage a few Jackal heads to brush up on her military achievements, tonight’s battle had been too refreshing and exhilarating, and after she and her best friend had been summoned to the battlefield by Old Qin, Becky had plunged into the fray with almost no hesitation at all.

She personally chopped off the heads of more than forty Jackals, and this was the first victory she could pleasure herself with while fighting Jackals.

Of course, a character like Bikki didn’t care much about divine reinforcement, and she felt that even without the reinforcement of the three gods, she was just as capable of winning tonight with the humongous Transylvanians.

Raven Knight had a different opinion on this, after all, something like a thousand players breaking through an elite army of thousands of Jackals head-on just didn’t sound plausible.

Livian acknowledged that the Transylvanians’ will to fight was indeed strong, and the speed of their growth without fear of death was appalling, but they simply couldn’t have done such a thing without the overly generous reinforcements the Triple God had given them this night.

In fact, after entering the battlefield and observing that the Three Gods were clearly intent on showing their power to the players and tempting them to serve the gods in this way, Raven had “asked” the Eastern Holy Spirit that if Ao wanted to get involved, then she, as a Chosen of the Gods, would be able to help.

However, Ao was clearly not interested in this “game of faith”.

Besides, the Eastern Holy Spirit’s kingdom was too far away from here, and the great power of the Star World Dragon could be exerted by Li Wen, but even if the players’ hearts were filled with the loyal thoughts of serving “Lord Ao”, there was no way for them to traverse the entire Dark Mountain Range to reach the western border of the ancient kingdom of Calum.

So, just be a quiet, beautiful man.

Through the eyes of the gods to see Avalon, Su and Vam in order to compete for the allegiance of the players to play a lot of tricks, after all, can see the always arrogant and high above the gods to show this “licking dog” posture is not much of a chance.

“Swish!”

After the three gods’ “arms display” ended, at the moment when the divine power ebbed, Murphy fell from the sky at a precise time and landed right in the middle of the players’ encirclement of Hurley.

The Transylvanian lord had killed at least three hundred jackals this night, and his body was filled with the oozing scent of blood as he had been maintaining his scarlet secret energy, and his continued killing tonight had caused Murphy’s mastery of the scarlet secret energy to skyrocket like a rocket.

The amount of blood he extracted tonight was almost as much as the flow of a small stream, and this “tyrannical behavior” also caused Murphy’s aura to finally break through his previous gentle stance and become oozing and dangerous.

Just like the night under the cold winter sheath blade, knife cold, people even colder!
He stared at the hundreds of jackal elites who were still fighting in front of him and their leader, Grand Inspector Hurley, shook off the thermite sword that was not stained with blood on his hand, and said in a deep voice:

“You have taken the jewel of the Transylvanians, which belonged to one of my warriors! It is a terrible humiliation that must be repaid with tenfold agony! You! Grand Governor Hurley of the Whiptail Clan, you are dead today!
But we Transylvanians worship the brave, and you have proved your courage by stepping into our hunting grounds, and I will show you mercy.

Come on.

Take your pick!

Pick your mourners for tonight.”

Murphy swung the Thermite Blade forward in his hand, and amidst the agitation of the players, Iron Fist Turner, White Knight Natalie, and the summoned Lord Kudel appeared from each of the other three directions.

In terms of the speed at which the players had just killed and the frequency with which they had resisted the onslaught of the Jackals, Old Qin could be considered truly extravagant tonight by relying on the rapidly growing Support Points in his hand, but unfortunately, the Three Gods’ divine power was too powerful, and with their augmentation it made the final battle of this Deathmatch seem to have become easier.

But this kind of easy battle is not lack of epic sense of drama, after all, the three gods are concerned about the war in Transylvania, that kind of divine power to add the wonderful experience is to make every player on the battlefield can not stop.

Thinking out of the box a bit more, this is the last event of the closed beta phase,

The development group used this opportunity to pull out the previous plot always hide the gods to pass through the scene to brush a familiar face is also a very routine operation, besides, the players in the first ten days of the battle did not get the three gods strengthened.

They were relying on themselves to hold out until the final battle happened, and they were fully qualified to be proud!
The only pity was that what the Three Gods gave was reinforcement not invincibility, this kind of reinforcement was based on the increase of one’s own strength, so the budding players who got the reinforcement actually had a hard time surviving until the final moments of a frontal fight of this scale.

Old Qin and the 671 people beside him were all the players who were still alive at the moment.

This was the number that was left after the second and third regiments had merged and exhausted all of their reserve manpower. In other words, if Old Qin had not accepted Happy Stick’s request for cooperation and relied on the second regiment to fight hard here, they would have been wiped out just as well, even if they had been reinforced by the Three Gods.

The Dark Mountain Jackals’ template was too strong!

These creatures that were created by the Eden District as security personnel were natural warriors, humans were simply not on the same level compared to them, even the vampire template would have been crushed over numerically by these guys, who were, merely, the remnants of the Golden Age.

Not even a shadow.

“Take your pick, choose one of the four of us as your final opponent in life!”

Amidst the shouts and curses of the players, Murphy stared at Inspector Hurley and said in a deep voice:
“This is the Transylvanian’s response to provocation.”

“Bah!”

Facing Murphy’s demand, Hurley spat viciously towards his feet.

Its grim gaze swept over the large circle the Transylvanians had formed, and it could see the burning battlefield around it and those of its compatriots who had fled under midnight.

It didn’t blame these guys for being crushed by fear.

Even the craziest of jackals would cower at the sight of a group of mortal warriors wrapped in the divine power of the three gods killing with invincibility, and in this moment, Hurley wished beyond hope that the jackals could have their own gods.

The guys from Clan Bloodscar said the Lord of the Hunt would inevitably be born in this Black Plague. Yes, the Lord of the Hunt must be born!
Otherwise the embarrassing defeat he faced in front of him was the future of the Jackals.

But Murphy’s so-called benevolence does not make the Jackal Dude feel any goodwill, it has seen enough to know that this so-called selection is nothing more than relegating himself to the role of a gladiator, and then using his last life to give these assholes amusement.

Hurley didn’t want his life to end up like this.

So it rose up with a flourish and shouted in a twisted human tongue:

“I will not fight you! Vampire dogs, it wasn’t you who crushed my army, it was these Transylvanians, who are true warriors even by Jackal standards! So, I’m going to fight them!

l am a soldier, a governor.
I wish to die on the battlefield, not in a gladiatorial arena for your amusement! So, Transylvanians, do you dare?
Do you dare accept the challenge of the Grand Inspector of the Whiptail Clan?”

“Fuck! This old boy is so arrogant, I’ll do it!”

Bull shouted and stepped forward with his flail and bone shield.

His gym student brothers immediately followed, staring at the arrogant defeated general with unkind eyes.

The jackal style flail and shield in Bull’s hands also made Hurley raise his eyebrows, these were obviously weapons belonging to the Bite Bone Clan’s governors, no wonder these Transians weren’t afraid of them, these guys had fought against the jackals from the Dark Mountain Range before and won, and taking the enemy’s weapons and using them for their own use, it was really a tough folk style.

It’s not just the gym students who aren’t afraid, the other players don’t bring any fear at all.

Cat and his brothers stepped out of the crowd, the two great mentors of the Shadow Trail Faction surely wouldn’t allow themselves to miss out on such fun, and the hidden Sister Pomegranate sneered as she popped out her Combat Claw, eager to try out how much of an advantage her new fighting style could be in single combat.

“Single combat or group combat?”

Happy Stick, who was Commander Old Qin’s temporary adjutant, also stepped forward with his sword and shield as he shouted: “How about one side puts out twenty people to kill the last one still standing? Do you jackals pretending to be tough dare?”

“Heh, a defeated general who has been knocked down four times by our Black Plague still dares to talk big like that?”

Hurley sneered and with a wave of his hand, jackal warriors carrying clan battle flags rose from his own guard, and it itself stood up with a Vam decapitator and snarled:

“We’re here, come on! Transians, come and try to see how long you can hold out without the support of the False Gods!”

Seeing the conflict resurface, Murphy’s eyes rolled and he stepped forward and raised his hand, and the player side immediately quieted down and listened to what the main NPC had to say.

“We will show you the courage of the Transylvanians.”

Murphy said sternly:
“I’ll even let your soldiers go, and let this bunch of fools who have been scared out of their wits and are still forcing bravery leave with your battle flag, but you . Hurley Whiptail, you don’t get to choose between being a soldier or a gladiator to death.

You hold in your hand the battle axe of Vaam, a family heirloom of the Counts of Sykkor and a supreme treasure of Transylvania! The Berserker favors the warrior, so end this in the Berserker’s favorite way.

You alone challenge Transylvania!

Forty!
40 kills is the winning line. If you win, the Warmachine Decapitator is yours. If you lose, your head will be sent to the Scarlet Fortress to embellish our battle flag.

Berserker!
I invite you to witness this moment!”

At Murphy’s invitation, Vam’s roar blew like a searing wind across the land covered in corpses and death, and a circle of blood-red streams of light blazed up on the ground, along with the Cesar Barbarians’ war runes that were as if they were on fire, pulsing in its flames.

Obviously, this was the battlefield that the Berserkers had prepared for this night’s final battle.

Hurley put a whip-tailed war flag behind his back and jumped into it fearlessly with his axe, making a humiliating gesture at the players as if provoking.

Murphy simply ignored it and turned to look at Old Qin, tonight’s commander, who said:
“Warriors, this battle was won by you, it was you who guarded this place for nearly twenty days before you bought Lord Heather enough time to deploy her troops, thus this land and the Black Flame Pass owe you a favor.

Hurley has lost.

But it thinks its brute strength can intimidate the Transylvanians, and we will crush its foolishness with action.

But I will give you the power to end this.

You may attack together or in turn, and no one will accuse you!”

“Onto the important plot branch choices, Master Qin.”

It was the first time Old Qin had faced this situation, and Stick whispered by his side to remind him:
“Your choice will directly affect the direction of this plot, according to my analysis, if we follow the traditional 1V1, we’ll be able to gain Vam’s favor if we win. If it’s 1V40, Vam might condemn us for winning, but the loot that’s due won’t be missing.”

“1V1?”

Old Qin rounded his eyes and said:
“It’s impossible to win, right? This is a group BOSS ah, 1V40 is enough for me, we only have one chance to challenge it, if we lose, it’s over.”

“Then 1V5!”

The cat next to him came up with an idea and said:
“That guy is stronger than us, I’ve learned about barbarian traditions in Transylvania before, Vam’s gladiatorial challenges are to be well balanced in terms of strength, even over in Ice Bay, barbarians challenge their war chiefs in groups of five.

Because that Berserker doesn’t like to see one-sided crushing.

In this way, we can try seven times, the brothers behind us can summarize the tips from the previous experience, and we can still grind it down, with both the Dueling Wine and the Last Fight Deed spells available.

Don’t worry, Master Qin, a sure win!”

“Good!”

Old Qin made up his mind as he turned back to Murphy:

“Then, Lord Governor, we’ll challenge the Jackal’s Grand Governor in groups of five, and we’ll make it see with its own eyes that the Transylvanian’s courage burns like a thousand suns! It will take nothing away from Transylvania to-night but shame and death.”

When he had finished speaking, Old Qin did not give Cat a chance to play, and he turned and shouted:
“Tomatoes, cucumbers, groundnuts, and tofu, follow me! We’ll be the first to go up! You powerful guys stay at the end, let me, my old bones, have a good time first.”

Master Qin grinned and let out a loud laugh, grabbing his own Mosin Nagan and a handful of gold-burning bullets, strapping himself with explosives again, and took a deep breath as he stepped into the immediate battle circle with his squad.

He looked at the jackal in front of him and chortled:

“You’re the Governor, I’m the Commander, I may not be able to beat you, but I’ll show you that you’ll never get past this road that’s guarded by us! Just like you’ll never set foot in Transylvania again.
Stupid!

It’s protected by us, and don’t you dare destroy a blade of grass until we’re all dead!”

“Heh, old thing.”

A fierce light bloomed in Hurley’s eyes as it laughed and lunged with its axe, roaring:
“We’ll kill your home, we’ll burn the place down, we’ll kill your wife and children, we’ll spit on your corpse! This is the Black Plague! This is the Jackal’s roar in response to the world! You will not be the first, nor will you be the last!
DIE!”

“Bang.”

The swung down battle axe was hard parried by Pickle and Tofu Milk with a tower shield.

That tower shield couldn’t hold up against the Vam Decapitator’s axe blade and was quickly torn apart, but Old Qin grabbed the bayoneted gun and ferociously and incomparably went up to pierce it, and with the fire support of the Groundnut Roast and Tomato Sauce, a bayonet was stabbed into Hurley’s waist and abdomen.

Old Qin’s eyes burned with fire, obviously having drunk the decisive wine just now.

He knew that he couldn’t win, but his squad was fighting on behalf of the Second Battle Regiment, and even if he couldn’t win, he had to give this asshole a hard bite that would hurt it to the core.

As Hurley growled and kicked away the student party in front of him, pulling the old Qin in front of him by the shoulders with his claws ready for execution, Master Qin grinned and pulled a wire, igniting all the explosives strapped to his body, as well as the activation of the Last Fight Deed spell.

He whispered:

“Well, let’s try it then, bastard!”

“Boom.”

A loud bang represented Old Qin’s final counterattack, and even though the other four student parties’ desperate fight was easily taken out by Hurley’s swing of the axe, the perfect pairing of that dueling wine and last ditch effort still emboldened it.

The second team of five stepped into the gladiatorial arena under the leadership of Stick, and Hurley saw the Decisive Wine on their belts and the Last Fight Deed spell playing in their hands, which made the Jackal Dude realize a terrible outcome.

These madmen weren’t even thinking about surviving!

They would use their own lives as a direct means of killing their enemies, and with forty consecutive dueling attacks and last ditch fights, not to mention Hurley, a senior Silver, even a Gold One would surely be injured here.

One could not win!
No, one cannot survive .
It twisted its head to look at Murphy at the front of the crowd, it couldn’t understand how this vampire had turned his army into such a group of lunatics who could stop at nothing for victory?
In the face of Hurley’s confusion, Murphy gave a perfect smile in response, but didn’t bother to answer the question.

The jackal wouldn’t understand.

They would never get the answer to that question until Hogg reinvented their overly insane civilization.

“Heh, Transylvanians, not bad!”

Berserker’s appreciation if nothing else rang in Murphy’s ears, and it was clear that the never-compromising insanity of the Transylvanian warriors made Berserker very appreciative and satisfied.

“Thank you for your praise.”

Murphy whispered:
“And welcome your legacy into Transylvania, Lord Vam.”

(End of chapter)