Chapter 697 696 Ah! Priestess Bayek! This is also in your plan.

Chapter 697: 696. ah! Priestess Bayek! Was that in your plan too?

“The Splintered Claw Clan’s elite have withdrawn, replaced by small and medium-sized clans dependent on them, of varying quality, and they’ve stopped throwing meteorites around so that the artillery at Position Eight can still hold off. Lord Heather has personally gone forward to sit there, and the Blood League elites are there as well, with a portion of the warriors at their disposal, which allows us to not worry about the threat from the front for the time being.

The most important task at hand is here!”

At position nine, Murphy pointed at the map that was hanging up in the command post and said to the several people beside him:

“In an hour, Lord Ovorg will end the divine spell that suppresses the souls of the dead, and his return will allow the Earth Priests to transit supplies faster, but it will also allow those things of death to rush out from underground.

Our architects have chosen four blocking points for us with excellent terrain, and the opening of the four tunnels will also ensure that each side is not under too much pressure; Lord Oufg will close off the other tunnels with boulders, so how much evacuation time the rear positions will get will all depend on how long we can hold the undead at bay.

The undead in the underground dead space are very fierce.

They are the Black Flame Pass defenders from a hundred years ago, and Dusk used some kind of evil magic to seal them up and strengthen their power.

There’s also that malevolent grudge ritual still in operation, and those grumpy grunts will attack together. It was a hard job, but it was a necessary thing to preserve as much of the living forces as possible, and with the supplies that had been transshipped out of the Valley of the Shadows, the Valley of the Shadows would be able to hold out longer.

The artillery, ammunition, and munitions that the Maginot defense line desperately needed could all be greatly replenished after this transit.

We can’t abandon these supplies, much less leave them for the Jackals to use to harm us.”

The governor pointed to one of the points and said:
“So I will be guarding point A with Velanthar, and I will need 300 Blood Vulture warriors with me to defend this tunnel. Kudel and Maxim will hold point B, this is the largest tunnel through the area and will be the one with the most undead, they will need a minimum of 1000 on their side.

Lastly, point C. I intend to…”

“Let’s do it.”

President Natalie, who had returned from the shattered position earlier, took the initiative to step forward as she touched the Great Oak Blade behind her back and said:

“Avalon’s Holy Blade has a purifying effect on the undead, this is the most suitable battlefield for me, even more so than fighting against the Jackals on the front line, I will lead 300 Witch Hunters to guard here.”

“Su’s divine power also restrains the undead, I’m also a Four Elements Martial Monk who specializes in communicating with the elements, I can better deal with those spiteful spirits.”

Iron Fist Turner also volunteered to help:

“Grievous spirits can move around regardless of material obstructions, so in order to prevent them from impacting the evacuation operation, I need a large number of psychics to move with me, and if there are enough of them, I can set up a cold winter ritual that suppresses evil spirits, so that the grievous spirits can’t move around freely.”

“Very well, the Blood Vulture Clan’s psychics will be led by Phemis, she will assist you with all her might.”

Murphy nodded and pointed to the last two passages, looking around at the Transylvanian commanders he asked:

“So, has anyone volunteered to help?”

“Me me me me!”

Unsurprisingly Miss Becky was the first to raise her hand as she shouted:
“As a Knight of the Holy Light, I can”

“Your Holy Light hasn’t even been born in subspace yet, so have some self-awareness, my Missy.”

Biki’s best friend, Raven Knight, who was sitting in a wheelchair and helplessly covering her face, felt a little ashamed as she pulled Biki’s wrist, but Tepal, who was standing behind the Holy Light Foolish Knight, blurted out:
“Knight Biki is right, as walkers of holy light, restraining the undead is our duty! Especially in the face of the warriors of a hundred years ago, we Knights of the Riptide will face them head on and crush them with a hundred times more courage as a way of honoring those who came before us.

Please leave the defense of Point D to us, Lord Governor.

We shall not let you down.”

“Oh? Is the Riptide Knights’ establishment still intact?”

Murphy glanced at Tepal in surprise, and the latter coughed somewhat embarrassedly and said with a stern face:

“Today happens to be our Riptide Knights’ ‘sermon day’, none of our members assembled at the frontline instead spreading the teachings of the Holy Light to the confused believers in the Phantom Shadow Valley, and thus instead escaped the calamity by mistake.

The Riptide Knights are currently fully staffed, Lord Murphy, we can definitely take on this heavy responsibility!”

“Very well, then point D is given to you and the other warriors who volunteered to assist.”

Murphy sent a quest to Tepal like a qualified mainline NPC, and thought to himself that these RP parties must have gotten together again to do something that the other players couldn’t understand, but this time their RP spirit did save them, allowing them to become the guild with the most complete establishment among the players at the moment, and also being able to take on a serious and important duty at this point in time.

With the battle plan finalized, the four teams rushed to their respective battlefields under the leadership of the Earth Priests.

Although the Black Flame Pass’s death space was underneath Position Nine, because it connected to the underground structure of the entire Position that was connected by tunnels in all directions, the four defense points that were picked out by Old Chentou and Ilyich were not all on Position Nine.

For example, the Point A that Murphy and Villanther were going to was at Position 11, which was already near the very back of the position.

A large amount of supplies were being transferred out by camel beasts, and the three airships of Perfect Shipping Company had already departed to Phantom Valley, because of the last crash, Captain Paula, who had already had a shadow over the war, said that he was not willing to get close to the battlefield, so he could only use Phantom Valley as the starting point for emergency transportation.

As long as the evacuated personnel and materials arrive there, they can be quickly transferred to the Maginot defense line through the airships.

These two places were actually not far apart, although the mountain roads were difficult to navigate, there were already teleports as relay support in the areas where the psychic energy was secure, and Phantomis was going to the front lines to fight, so this time it was the players who picked the main battle.

The two guys with spatial psionic talent, Moe Ha and Honest Dog Egg, were there with a group of psionics to maintain the teleportation operation.

Murphy could still see eager little players at position 11 carrying some NPCs with limited mobility for transfer, but unsurprisingly, every player would only carry those injured fragrant and soft young ladies.

As for the male NPCs that were wailing in pain it was as if they didn’t exist.

This scene of differentiated treatment made Murphy sigh helplessly, but it also made Villanther cover her mouth and let out a light laugh.

“Your warriors are so much fun, my lord.”

Holding her weapon in four of her own hands and moving the remaining two to load some alchemical potions onto her combat belt, the Weaver Maiden whispered to Murphy in a demure tone:

“If they would have come into my life a few years earlier, then I would have loved them to death, and I would have given them the most precious treasures of the city of Megawa. They have truly brought me so much joy and convenience, I don’t even need to wash my own clothes now.”

“You dare them to wash your clothes?”

Murphy looked at Villanther in shock as he said in an odd tone:
“You dare to wear the clothes they wash?”

“What’s there to dare? They couldn’t do something nasty even if they wanted to could they?”

The Fate Weaver girl grinned, maliciously:

“They aren’t born pure, I’ve already found out that you deliberately set them up as they are now, but in fact, some of their organs can function normally, right?”

“Ahem, let’s not discuss that.”

Murphy waved his hand, put his battle helmet on his head, and rode the elevator with the Earth Priest who led the way into one of the weapons depots being transshipped underneath Position 11.

He said:

“I know Shadow Elves have a lot of strange ways of playing, you’d better not let them do something strange, Velanthar, once they complain about you, then I’ll have to punish you.

Also I’m curious, were you really unaffected when I died earlier?”

“Of course not, as you can see this body was molded for the will of the Spider Lady, it was born with divinity.”

Spider Lady explained:

“The midnight blood pact only granted me the power and enforced constraints of a vampire, but it did not change the original power of this body, and at the moment you were embraced by death, I felt a stabbing pain in my heart.

But that was all.

I am now in a form somewhere between a shadow elf and a vampire.

You can’t do something like asking me to martyr myself for you yet, oh, but I am curious, my lord.”

Velancer moved closer to Murphy and sniffed perversely at the side of his neck, the seductive alieness smiled oddly as she licked her plump lips and whispered:

“Have you lost your virginity? Yo, the little boy has finally grown into a man, it’s a shame I can’t get a taste of such delicious fruit. It seems that your death was not a bad thing, at least the Grand Duchess Tris made up her mind to dedicate her ultimate service to you.

I am curious to see if your first experience was a successful one.

After all, I could tell right away that our Grand Duchess Tris, despite her flowery tongue, was in fact a several hundred year old spinster, just as I could tell right away that you were pure, and that we Shadow Elves are absolute professionals in this area!

I’m sure I won’t be wrong, tsk tsk, how two fledglings would have an awkward first time, what an intriguing detail.”

“Enough! You wicked witch.”

Murphy waved her hand in shame, pulling her face helmet off to the sound of Veranther’s strange laughter.

There was a loud bang from the front of the armory, and then a pack of tiger-like Necromantic warriors rushed out with a grim aura as the walls collapsed, and were in turn upended by Murphy with some sort of fury, and slashed over with a single stroke of the buzzing chainsaw sword.

“Stop playing around and get down to business!”

The Governor shouted.

“Well, so you want to get down to business, I thought you didn’t have enough fun~”

Velanthar shrugged, and began his two-step transformation as he took the first step forward with a catwalk, the hideous spider form appearing as soon as the third step fell, wielding his twin swords to kill the enemy under the wrapping of obscure shadows.

With her here as the Golden One, the line was solid as gold!

But Villanther knew very well that Archduke Tris sent her here not to kill the enemy, but to prevent a repeat of the last time, she had already gained the initial trust of the vampire archduke, and the first mission she had been given was to become the personal bodyguard of the feeble Lord Murphy.

What a shame.

Lord Murphy is not as good as he is at finding beauty in the warriors of the Otherworld.

He had no particular interest in spiders, or she really wouldn’t mind keeping the handsome boy close 24 hours a day.
—
“Buzz buzz buzz.”

Pumbaa the Sacred Beetle carried her nervous mistress through the air at top speed, but at this point the beetle handler was not Mummy Mother but the budding Terranova who scratched her ears in the saddle and looked at everything new.

“Hey! Maintain altitude and speed, not too fast and not too slow, this thing in my hand needs a steady handhold to accurately track the ritual core of the Feast of All Souls. This damn death ban spell is a pain in the ass, gotta get rid of it before it creates a hell of a grudge with no way to clean it up.”

This would stand behind the Holy Beetle’s saddle Nefertari holding a strange moon charm like the pendulums used by hypnotists.

The Mummy Lady had tied it to her hand with a piece of string, but instead of dropping naturally, it was constantly changing position in the air, guiding Nefertari and her makeshift minions towards the heart of the evil necromantic ritual.

After sensing that the Feast of All Souls had been activated earlier, Nefertari had rushed to the Black Flame Pass in a hurry.

It wasn’t that she was so dedicated, it was just that the problem at hand was so big that it made it impossible for her to hide and peacefully feel the fish.

Things like the loss of the Death Forbidden Spell’s learning could be investigated slowly afterward, but if the Feast of Ten Thousand Souls was allowed to continue functioning, the ones who would ultimately be affected could never just be the Black Flame Mountain Pass, and the Jackals simply couldn’t fathom what kind of dangerous force they were working with!
“I say, is this thing really that terrifying?”

Since her own Holy Beetle hadn’t hatched yet, Terranova, who would be gleefully riding the Champion Bug Pumbaa, said curiously:

“It’s just summoning a grudge, and doesn’t the ritual or whatever have an effective range?”

“Just summoning spirits? Listen to what you’re saying, what ignorance!”

Mummy Lady spat while maintaining tracking:

“Summoning the grudge spirits is just the first step of the Feast of All Souls, or even just a starter!

Once the number of Grudge Spirits has strengthened to a certain level, the death spirit energy they possess will begin to corrode the boundary between the material world and the Underworld, and once the corrosion goes deeper it will allow the true creatures of the Underworld to ‘break through the wall’.

You are not a necromancer.

You can’t understand the difference between ordinary Necromancers and Underworld creatures, but I can clearly tell you that the effective range of the Feast of Ten Thousand Souls expands as time advances, and this thing was used once after it was researched by some death-defying extremist priests.

It was just three hundred years ago during the Mamluk Rebellion when that paranoid warlord destroyed the Bridge to Heaven, completely ruining the efforts of the Songhai Empire and the Castilian Elves to dissolve their animosity, and his actions enraged the Pharaoh so much that armies besieged his clan.

In desperation, the Mamluk Pharaoh used the Feast of All Souls.
Do you know when that ritual ended?”

“Huh?”

Terranova said with a confused look on her face:
“How would I know? Even though I’m a Songhai but I haven’t been to the Land of Origin since I was born, so hurry up and tell me, don’t whet people’s appetites!”

“Ch, that ceremony is still running even now! It’s been going on for three whole hundred years.”

Nefertari sighed:
“One-seventh of the Sangai Desert has been affected, forcing the Church of the Death Moon to blockade the place, and no living person dares to go near that Grudge Kingdom, with three strong Hades armies staged at all times on the borders of the ‘Mamluk-Death Abyss’.

I heard that the pharaoh of three hundred years ago also converted himself into a spirit, and he gave up becoming the king of the underworld to still rule his kingdom.

If this ritual goes unchecked right now, then the already chaotic Dark Mountain Range will also have one more kingdom of spirits.

That Twilight.
They weren’t helping the Jackals at all!
The stupid Jackals can’t understand this, and by the time they react, their spirits will be part of this ritual. I now have a strong suspicion that it was my suppression of the problems in Cicco City that caused them to use this vicious forbidden spell here again
Wait!

I suddenly realized something!”

Mummy Lady suddenly exclaimed as if she had been struck by lightning as she clutched her waterlogged head:

“The Church of the Death Moon’s learning didn’t flow out of the Moon Holy City! There’s nothing wrong with our Holy City, Dusk is establishing a connection with the King of Grievances – Mamluk! That explains why they used the Feast of All Souls!
The ritualistic learning of this forbidden spell was clearly destroyed long ago!

That bastard Mamluk was a high-ranking priest of the Church of the Death Moon during his lifetime, and he had all kinds of Underworld learning hidden in his tribe.

Ah, I finally figured out the cause and effect of all this!
Geez!

The Death Moon’s blockade of the Grievance Abyss has gone awry, and the King of Grievances is escaping his sealed place, no, the outcome could be worse! He may have already escaped! The Death Moon is above, I must send this terrible news back.”

“Calm! Focus, Officer Nefertari!”

Terranova, who couldn’t quite hear the truth reasoned out by the Mummy Lady, shouted as she watched the strange moon pendant in the latter’s hand no longer move:
“Are we at the place?”

“Hm?”

The Mummy Lady in shock glanced at the still and motionless pendant in her hand, and instantly waved her hand and shouted:
“Lower down! The core of that ritual is down there, and according to what I’ve learned, this ritual can still be dealt with at this stage, if we destroy its core”

“Hi there, how are you, little girl of the Boom family, I recognize your family crest, your bug is so beautiful, it reminds me of the past, I seemed to have such a beautiful head of bugs when I was alive.”

A voice from below interrupted Nefertari’s plans, the mummy and Terranova turned their heads at the same time, and saw the “explorer” dressed in cowboy clothes leaning against the stone wall next to her with a cup of coffee saturated with the cold and unrelenting scent of death.

The mysterious man even greeted the two girls in a friendly manner.

However, the fact that he had called out the mummy’s origin and identity made Nefertari instantly wary.

“A puppet of a mourning soul so realistic?”

She chortled:

“Don’t play the fool, you’re a member of the Dusk, aren’t you?”

“You can call me ‘Explorer’, little princess.”

Explorer shrugged and asked:
“Let me ask you, is your gorgeous but badass grandmother still working as a cross-dresser in the Underworld?”

“?”

Mummy Lady froze, then she screamed and took a step back, shielding a dazed Terranova, who was still clutching her shotgun, as she shouted:

“You! You are the Mamluk! The Tomb King of Tyranny and Grievance!”

“No, no, no, I told you, my name is Explorer now, nickname! Do you understand nicknames? We call each other by nicknames in this organization. But it can’t be helped, who made everyone have some irrelevant ‘little secrets’?”

The Dusk Servant waved a hand, emphasizing:

“As nostalgic as it is to see the little granddaughter of an old friend, I’m sorry, but I have to send you back to see your grandmother now, so remember to say hello to her for me. And by the way, ask her what exactly should be done about that love debt back then.”

“Ah!”

Mummy Lady exclaimed when she saw the explorer coming towards her.

It might have been a cry of fear, after all, she was about to face the craziest and most terrifying tyrannical pharaoh in the history of the Sanghai Empire, but after a few seconds, Nefertari eerily stopped screaming.

The explorer also stopped suspiciously.

He stared at the small mummy in front of him whose breath had changed drastically until the other tilted her head in an old man’s drooping posture.

“Well.”

Some powerful spirit that had temporarily taken control of Nefertari’s body moved its shoulders and smiled:
“Hello again, Mamluk, my wicked brother.”

“Bayek? You old coffin boarder has been hiding in your disciple’s soul all this time? No wonder she is so mad! And you’re crazy too, for daring to defy the constraints of the Underworld’s will and leave the Land of Origins as a spirit!

You will be punished severely.”

“More than worrying about me and my disciples, I think you’d better worry about yourself, I knew it was you who was behind the leakage of the Underworld’s Learning the moment Old Paying told me about it, O resentful spirit of discontent, does it taste good to escape from your cage?

Savor this feeling of freedom at last, King of the Grievers.

For the next time, you won’t be able to enjoy it again.”

(End of chapter)