Chapter 698 697 The time has come for loyal determination to ascend to silver!
Chapter 698 697.Loyal Determination – The Time to Ascend to Silver Has Arrived!
The cunning Death Moon Priest Leader Bayek finally caught the culprit of the knowledge leak after some maneuvering by his most pleased disciple Nefertari, and the confrontation between the two powerful spirits set off a terrifying storm of death beyond the Black Flame Mountain Pass.
All kinds of strange necromantic spells unheard of on the continent and throw each other out like no money, the only new Terranova in the scene to observe this “fairy fight” shocked and trembling.
However, the bold entomologist not only did not run, but instead opened the expert adventure assistant to record the cool CG fight in front of him to talk about to earn a wave of heat.
But by now no one was paying attention to that side, it was a bit far from the main battlefield after all.
Split Claw Clan’s jackal psychic was noticed, but they could not get close to the battlefield of the two golden spirits, although the old Bayek was in the posture of “Godfall” in the manipulation of the mummy’s body to fight, but the opposite side of the King of Grievance Spirit can only be used through the soul of their own puppet to exert their power.
This is a battle of the big boys.
Both sides lacked a physical body, so they were half-assed, and neither one of them could do anything about it for a while.
However, it was certain that after the Death Moon Priestess appeared, the problem of the Feast of Ten Thousand Souls was finally solved, which was definitely a great good thing in the current situation where the Black Flame Mountain Pass was shaking.
Although the large strands of resentful spirits that had already festered could not be eliminated, at least no new berserk resentful spirits would join the battlefield, and the warriors would be able to let go of their hands and do their work without having to worry about their souls and wills being taken advantage of by the malevolent resentful spirits.
While the Feast of All Souls was weakened, the rituals of the Winter Wolf Martial Monks and the Vampire Spiritualists to suppress the spirits also took effect immediately.
Those wailing and fluttering grievous spirits were pressed back into the dead space, so that they were not allowed to continue interfering with the retreat of the Black Flame Mountain Pass.
However, the task of blocking the Necromantic Warriors still wasn’t easy, Kudel and Maxim’s side had already engaged the enemy, but the People’s Protection Officer didn’t have a wide-open strike, instead, fully armed, he stood at the back with the Griffin Greatsword in his hand, and allowed the 1000 People’s Army Vampires to set up a defensive formation further away.
In front of him was Maxim holding the Skull Shredder, and was fighting off the outpouring of undead warriors as a one-man army.
It wasn’t that they stood idly by, it just had to be done.
“Mark, the essence of the Silver Trial is to incorporate the various powers from your already established fighting style.
This trial comes in many forms.
The Dragon Emperor warriors of the Ancient Kingdom of Calum would achieve the legendary ‘unity of heaven and man’ through closed-door meditation, allowing the power to propel the life form to complete its promotion naturally.
Sanghaians, on the other hand, will choose to set foot in the Underworld or the elemental heavens of the Blazing Sun, where they will challenge their ancestors and receive guidance from them.
Elves and Dwarves also have their own traditions for completing the Silver Trials, but we vampires are less fancy, our power comes from the blessing of midnight, the gift of blood, and the traceability of the power buried in our bloodline.
You follow Lord Murphy’s battle all the way to let you have tasted the blood of the strong enemy, in your hands to kill the silver governor, you actually already hold the key to the next realm.
Now all you need to do is to accelerate this fusion.
Merge the power of your ancestors that you currently hold into the power of silver in constant battles, so that your body, which has already accomplished the release of its potential, can achieve outstanding ‘containers’ in the process of refining, and prepare yourself for the next stage of seeking power from the outside.
Therefore, fight!
Either get off the ground and complete your rebirth under heavy pressure.
Or admit your failure and continue to prepare until the next time you are challenged again.
But I would like to remind you that life form advancement requires potential to support it, and the potential of each life is limited, you can of course try multiple times, however like a candle, lighting it multiple times will only cause it to be consumed.
The more times you try, the more patchy and mediocre your new form will become.
The continent was filled with such mediocre silvers, who had exhausted their potential and eventually managed to complete their promotions but simply couldn’t get the gift of power to match.
Not being pure enough only limits your ceiling.
The perfect result is to pass at once!”
Kudel’s voice reached Maxim’s ears, as a senior, he was guiding the monster general through the trial.
He watched with a critical eye as Maxim fought stolidly under the onslaught of undead warriors, and watched Maxim skillfully use one of the Ancestor’s Powers, and in his heart, he also lamented that Governor Murphy was still a lucky guy.
It was said that when Murphy was still an unlucky wastrel, he had already gained Maxim’s allegiance.
What made Kudel feel even more satisfied was that Murphy didn’t selfishly ask his servant to offer everything like other vampires, he even gave Maxim his precious source blood.
Not only did it give the guy complete freedom, it also strengthened Maxim’s potential and talent.
But it’s not easy to stop the charge of thousands of undead warriors with one man’s fight, not to mention that these undead warriors are all “spiced” by Dusk, Maxim’s fight is very efficient, but after a few minutes there are some leaks that break out of his defense line.
The vampire at the back immediately steps forward to save the day, but Kudel reaches out and stops him.
It wasn’t time to intervene, Maxim’s show was just beginning.
“Boom.”
Kicking over an undead Maxim turned back and threw his warhammer, letting the burning skull crusher roar as it smashed the escaping undead to the ground, and in the midst of the blood wing flap Maxim deftly rolled back to the rear, grabbing the warhammer as he slammed it down hard and furiously blew the undead’s head apart.
He had activated Blood Thirst, and was in a world of blood as far as the eye could see.
The teeth and claws of the undead were yearning to break through the darkness and into the world under the light to wreak havoc, and they were an enemy he must defeat.
“Don’t help me!”
Maxim readjusted his battle stance, the blood-colored aura wrapped around him like scarlet battle armor and cloak.
“Lord Murphy has no need for losers under his command, I have sworn to be his scarlet blade, my blood will flow for my master, he is watching over me, I will not and cannot fall here!”
“Carry on then.”
Kudel, leaning on his greatsword, whispered behind him:
“Complete your promotion and gain your Nightbat essence! Each Ancestor Power becomes part of that new form, complete it! Become the kind of person you truly want to be, all ideals and aspirations need strength to support them, Mark.
You have the gift of becoming exceptional.
Murphy has helped you discover your true self, and I expect you to live up to his high expectations, no need for words, burn your potential and get on.”
“Ka.”
Skullbreaker’s armor-breaking cone popped out at this moment, and the weapon that was activated to its second form began to spin at high speed, as well as blazing flames wrapped around the top of the warhammer, making Maxim at this moment as if he was wielding a torch in combat.
Each of his hammers was precise and deadly.
If the number of enemies was too large, he couldn’t afford to be disorganized, and he had to take away an enemy with each blow in order to reduce the pressure on himself.
His wings, already tough enough, were his shield.
When the desecrated undead came pouring in, the wings of the blood vulture vampires that he relied on would close to allow him to withstand more attacks.
It was part of the Blood Vulture clan’s combat technique.
With scarlet eyes beneath his battle helmet, the teachings from Laneia made Maxim’s claim to the enemy so intimidating that the target he locked onto would be accurately captured in the next strike no matter how much he dodged, and the teachings from Kudel’s words made him blast out his warhammer with the scarlet power of decimation attached to it.
The power of blood was surging, filling Maxim with tyrannical destructive power.
The activation of blood thirst was deepening, and as the battle continued, Maxim’s will was being disturbed by the bloodthirsty impulse; a normal vampire should have lost control to the point of not being able to discern between friend and foe by this point, but the monster’s mind was still awake.
This is the “Rage Mastery” he learned from the Dwarven warriors under Lord Heather’s command.
A butcher dominated by rage is terrifying, but a warrior who maintains his composure at all times is even more deadly.
He was able to harness the all-encompassing enhancements of Blood Thirst, but he was still able to pinpoint the most vulnerable nodes of his foes and strike them with a thunderous blow that was sure to kill him at every turn.
Simple, brutal, efficient, and with an offensive and defensive edge, like a calm monster on the hunt, this is how Maxim fights.
He seemed to have gotten the hang of it, and in Kudel’s satisfied gaze, he began to “ignite” the potential he had already unleashed, just like the feeling of constant power coming out of the completion of the Black Iron Trial.
Exhaustion seemed to have disappeared, and Maxim seemed to be able to keep fighting like this.
His life form was being promoted under the pressure of battle, just like the hammer in the furnace, a furnace of good steel was being removed from the last impurities in the sparks, waiting to be molded into a world-class weapon.
Kudel also copied the big sword to join the battlefield.
More undead warriors poured out, and their number had already exceeded the limit of what Maxim could handle.
But neither the Civil Protection Officer nor the vampire warriors behind him came too close to Maxim’s battlefield, giving the monster general enough room to play, allowing him to hone his combat skills to an artful level.
“You have more power! It’s time to fill the furnace with more fuel wood to help you burn even more fiercely! Don’t suppress them, use them to your heart’s content, Mark!”
Kudel shouted, and Maxim then roared and slammed out the Skullbreaker Warhammer in his hand, which couldn’t continue cutting due to the depletion of fuel, and this stormhammer-like blast smashed the skeleton rider who was charging out on a skeleton warhorse right in front of him, and the horrifying release of power caused that guy to be blown into skeletal fragments along with his horse.
The monster lost his weapon, but he didn’t only have a war hammer.
The dark night claws given by Murphy popped out, the hideous claw blades in the constant use and sharpening have been transformed into black and red giant claws, such as ten steel swords waved to compile a deadly blade storm, but anyone who comes close will be mercilessly churned.
But this is not enough!
Maxim had fallen into an absolute battle frenzy, as in the Black Iron Trial when he personally killed the brother who betrayed him, he had cut off the weakness at that time, the body that was being promoted howled with desire to harness more power, this was the time of molding!
Be sure to incorporate all the precious forces.
He sliced and diced the strongest foes around him with his sharp claws, and rose into the air on ragged wing beats, claws raised to wield the power of blood manipulation that his generous master had taught him.
The skeleton in front of him had long since run out of blood to mobilize after a century of drying, but it didn’t matter, Maxim still had his teammates.
“Lend me your blood!”
He roared, scarlet secret energy being unleashed in the most direct way possible.
The one thousand vampire warriors behind him did not resist the draw from the commander-in-chief, and with a little blood offered by each of them a storm of blood rivers gathered in the air around the monster general, and a third of that blood was absorbed by Maxim to strengthen his blood thirst.
The remaining two thirds were gathered in his hand and slammed into the ground with a groundbreaking blow.
“Clang.”
The ground was shattering.
There were also scarlet streams of light flying around in the cracks, like foraging snakes traveling through the ground and being released twice in Maxim’s left claw swing.
In the next instant, hundreds of scarlet spikes surged out of the ground in the masonry splash, and each spike was like a piercing spear hanging an undead on it.
The scene was shocking.
It was like the scene of the Earth Priests releasing the Earth Spike Spell, perhaps it was Maxim’s inspiration from that spell, or perhaps it was from Murphy’s joke with him at the beginning.
After all, your last name is Vlad, so it’s a shame you don’t have to do a little “piercing”.
Maxim once did not quite understand the punchline of this joke, but after the launch of the Transylvanian Tavern app, he also searched the built-in browser to find the meaning of “Vlad” in the other world.
Vlad the Impaler.
That’s a pretty impressive title for a vampire.
If Master Murphy wanted to see his Scarlet Sword grow into that kind of stance in the future, then Maxim wouldn’t mind molding himself from this moment on.
As for the scene in front of him, it was the result of Maxim’s “learning”.
Those undead who were pierced by the scarlet spikes were struggling, but the piercing object shaped by the scarlet secret energy was no longer just blood, but the cursed life.
They were weakening.
Just like the end of a weathered skeleton, after being pierced, they turned into ashes flying in the sky with a mournful cry.
The power of death is dispersed, sending the desecrated on their long overdue journey to the dead.
This is the truth of the bloodsucker’s bloodsucking nature.
It was never the taste of blood that the Midnight Familiars loved and went mad for, but the life force that was transmitted through it that immersed them.
Being able to transform his attack from merely drawing blood into a direct extraction of life force already proved that Maxim’s exploration of the vampire’s original power had entered a new realm.
There was never a unique explanation for power.
There is no absolute truth on the road to promotion, but if you can get your own interpretation of power and use it in the pursuit of the power of rejuvenation, you have passed the most difficult part of the Silver Trial.
At this point, Maxim’s promotion is nearing its end, and his “Night Bat Essence” is also emerging.
That was the “two-stage transformation” skill that only silver-ranked vampires knew, just like the night the Grey Claw faction attacked Scarlet Castle, when Murphy and Andre killed Corando.
He showed the “wolf bat” of the Wolfsbane clan.
Unfortunately, Corando’s understanding of power is obviously not pure enough, and that may also be the reason for his failure.
Generally speaking, the form of the Night Bat’s essence is directly related to the vampire’s mastery of the power of the ancestors, and the shape of this thing is not unique, it all depends on what kind of posture the vampire wants to make himself into.
The wilder ones would mold themselves into true bat-beasts to gain power, such as those thugs of the Wolfsbane Clan, while the more conservative ones would simply strengthen their vampiric symbols on top of their original human form.
For example, Tris’s overly large blood wings, and then Kudel’s posture of just strengthening his power without overly modifying his appearance.
It’s the strengthening of the power that matters, the appearance
Gee whiz, who cares too much about the coolness of the appearance of their second transformation, other than a formalist like Murphy?
“Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”
Maxim was still fighting.
The promotion of his life form had made him even tougher, and there was some kind of weird clashing sound constantly emanating from underneath his heavy armor during that frenzied butchery, the shifting of his torso and the crushing deformation of his armor in the shaping of the Night Bat’s true form.
Maxim proved to be a pragmatist as well.
He didn’t mold himself into an overly exaggerated form, only the dark claws of his arms were even more massive, even touching the ground when his arms were lowered, and following the tradition of the Blood Vulture, he made his already wide wings even more shocking and tough.
The scarlet in his eyes became even more red, causing the pupils of those eyes to turn into pupils like blood jade.
Taller again, his torso was a bit more robust, even resembling a mountain man underneath his muscles.
Other than that, he was still the same Maxim.
But now, perhaps we should call him “Baron Maxim”, still a little short of the realm of the Duke of Piercing, but according to this path to continue, one day, Murphy will really have his own Duke of Piercing.
“Then, the defenders of a hundred years ago.”
Maxim, who had completed his molding, moved his body and experienced a brand new power.
He stood in the middle of a field of fallen undead and looked at the enemies still pouring out in front of him.
He raised his left hand, and a scarlet war spear emerged in the haunting blood light, and as Maxim made a throwing motion, six scarlet war spears also appeared in the blood-colored stream of light behind him.
“In the name of Murphy’s Lord, I shall grant you rest.”
(End of chapter)