Chapter 700: 699 Heather’s Secret Swallow the Light of All Things!
Chapter 700 699.Heather’s Secret – Swallow the Light of All Things!
“Crap! The dev team is back in business, the Gate of Divine Wrath has been revived! The dog thing Jackal’s Plague Barrel is smashing down! Run, brothers!”
The group of five Steam Walking Machines that were left in position eight to press the line and provide support went crazy, and the Hell Tigers almost watched the entire process of those plague barrels from the time they fell to the time they went into effect.
He really did not think that the development team of “Real Other World” would actually engage in this kind of ruthless work, using the plague weapon in such a realistic environment, you assholes are not afraid to leave the players with some kind of incurable psychological trauma?
But the development of the matter didn’t allow him to do more thinking.
It seems that in an instant, just now there is still a lot of noise and clamor of the eighth position on the dead silence, green smoke everywhere, that thing at a glance is highly toxic, around the soldiers are more one after another fell.
Good thing the crew reacted super fast.
In the first plague barrels in the dog-headed man’s position in the explosion, walking machine began to withdraw from the battlefield at the fastest speed, after all, we are all from the other world, have not eaten pork has not seen a pig run?
Shouldn’t you run away from such an obvious chemical weapon?
Blanch!
Dog thing jackals can’t afford to play on gas bombs.
Hell Tiger was driving his walker to quickly withdraw while not forgetting to pull those NPCs that hadn’t been gassed onto his chariot, and it was also fortunate that the walker’s six legs were flexible enough to allow them to quickly go over the ridge past the rear position.
However, despite this, one of the last walking machines still couldn’t escape the coverage of the plague.
The three brothers on top of it lasted less than ten seconds before they cursed all kinds of obscenities and went offline, Hell Tiger was a bit distressed by the loss, but he wouldn’t dare to run against the spreading plague gas to drive that walking machine out again.
The brothers can only run backward with no life.
The only thing they were thankful for right now was that there weren’t enough Jackal bipedal flying dragons to throw down enough plague barrels; those damn green things were spreading, but they were spreading fast enough to allow the lucky ones with good legs to escape with their lives.
The big fat rat in the Helltiger’s crew couldn’t be bothered to maneuver his weapons by this point, he was standing in the crew compartment dragging three or four half-dead Mississippi fighters with him, and the fat rat could still see the Goldfinch artillerymen frozen in dumbfounded disbelief as the walker rushed past the artillery positions.
This was high ground, and it would take time for the poison gas to spread up.
“Quickly retreat ah! What are you still frozen for? Run!”
Fatty Mouse shouted to the soldiers over there.
Some of them reacted and immediately ran backwards in a life-threatening manner, while others were more chivalrous and carried those who rushed out still coughing violently from the squire army behind them and rushed out as well, but Major Ron’s reaction was a hair slower.
It wasn’t because Ron wasn’t sharp enough, but the green plague of poisonous gas in front of him reminded him of certain experiences buried deep in his heart.
“Why would the jackals use this too!”
Ron looked back at the hard-faced Captain Ironhand, who was shocked into his mind by the scene in front of him and shouted out loud with some loss of control:
“Isn’t this this the exact same thing that the Pathfinder Legion threw into the city of Sikor back then . Why? Did you get this from the Jackals? What the hell is Marshal Loren doing?
Does my father know that those things are related to the Jackals?
Didn’t he say it was a secret weapon developed by the Tower of the Ring?
Blanch!
We’re fighting humans with Jackal weapons?”
“This is not the time to talk about it, Major! Hurry up and run!”
Captain Ironhand grabbed Ron and ran for higher ground.
They counted themselves lucky, because just a few minutes after the artillerymen had withdrawn, a second round of plague barrels was dropped.
Captain Dames and his Rangers had formed a line of defense in the air, forcing the Jackal air cavalry to get impossibly close to the positions further back, and had to drop the plague barrels near position eight.
It would buy the warriors in the back a little time to escape, but honestly it was better than nothing.
The plague gas spreads very quickly, as long as the concentration of the gas on the 8th position reaches a limit, the back of the position will not be able to run away, what’s worse is that those first killed by the gas of the dogheads will already have a “strange movement”.
Those mutilated and hideous corpses are staggering up, this time there is no need for a feast of all souls, and no need for the undead warriors prepared in advance by Dusk, the Splintered Claw Clan is using the plague to form an enemy-breaking army.
The sight made Daemus’ mood even heavier.
The plague used by the jackals during the Fourth Black Plague didn’t have the ability to awaken the dead, and these barbarians had actually modified the plague.
This didn’t sound like a job they could make whole.
The most reasonable explanation was that someone was secretly helping the Jackals make weapons of war.
“Captain! The Jackals are starting to march, they’re crossing over the ruins of the front line positions, and a large number of Dogheads are digging open the blasted pits. Those guys counted everything, and they’re carrying weird giant totems.
Now that the plague has broken down the lines, they’re going to attack our positions directly behind us from underground.”
A young elf came in panic on his wind buzzard to inform him of the situation, but Captain Daems was no longer in the mood to listen.
As he looked down from the air, the Transylvanians with their battle flags were leading everyone left in the position to flee to the rear like a herd of migrating beasts.
The Archduke of the Blood Vulture Clan, Lady Tris, had also appeared and was kicking up a storm to try and slow the spread of the plague, and in order to allow more people to escape, those Blood Vulture psionics had risked their lives by opening portals in the midst of this psionically chaotic area.
Jumping into a portal in this situation is like stepping into hell.
No one knew where the portal, which could not be precisely positioned, would send one to.
But what is certain is that even being thrown to the other side of the world is much happier than staying here to be washed by the plague.
Collapse!
The sight Dames saw from high above and down was the standard rout, the Black Flame Pass, which had taken back-to-back blows in this disastrous day, had finally fallen, and the immensely valiant Sovereigns didn’t even dare to look back at the area they’d been guarding for so many years.
It seemed that in an instant, this place had turned into a monster that opened its bloody mouth to devour people.
“Where is Lord Heather?”
Dames shook his head vigorously to clear it as he searched the ground for the defense commander of Black Flame Pass, but was unable to locate Heather among the retreating panicked crowd.
Until a ranger reminded him that Lord Heather hadn’t retreated at all.
She was still in the center of position eight.
“It’s simply madness! How could she leave her responsibilities behind at this point?”
The high-ranking ranger cursed.
He took a Moon Maiden figurine out of his arms and held it in his hand, enchanting himself with protection that would temporarily immunize him from toxins, and sped down towards the center of Position Eight, where he had to get Heather out of this hellhole before she died.
It was true that vampires could hold out longer against the jackal plague, but the Fourth Black Plague had proven that vampires could be infected by the plague as well, and they were worse off.
There would be no resurrection into the undead, it would go straight into eternal silence.
“Swish.”
The high-ranking ranger rolled in the air, then opened his cloak like wings and glided down to land in a position that was already dead and completely covered by green smoke.
He saw Lord Heather at a glance.
The latter had shed his armor like a madman, and even the battle helmet that was never removed was thrown aside.
She was half-kneeling there not knowing what to do.
“Oi! Lord Heather, hurry up and follow me, your soldiers still need . The Mother of the Forest is up there! What the hell is this?”
He shouted, reaching out and placing a hand on Heather’s shoulder to try and pull her to her feet, but in the next instant, Lord Heather turned her head back, allowing Daemus to see her true face beneath her battle helmet.
Many wondered what kind of face the Second Lord Heather Hoffman, who never removed her helmet, looked like, or rather, all those who had heard Heather’s story, including Murphy, wondered what was hidden under that battle helmet.
The answer is revealed in this moment.
There was nothing under the helmet.
There was no face, no head, no features, just a strange “face” that was constantly shifting like black quicksand, except that two points of scarlet light representing vampire identity could vaguely be seen in the floating darkness.
Those are her eyes.
The high-ranking ranger who had seen a lot of things and had even faced the King of the Bone Biters was startled, and the statue of the Moon Maiden in her hand almost fell, but was stabilized by Heather’s outstretched “hand”.
“Take it and get outta here!”
Lord Heather shoved something into the ranger’s hand and spoke, but it didn’t sound at all like something a living being could make, more like the hum of some kind of energy vibrating in the real world.
“You.”
Dames really wanted to curse at this instant.
He felt like he was having a really exciting day, one could even call it crazy by the standards of the elves’ widowed lives.
He really had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but Heather was running out of time to answer them.
She said briefly:
“The Dark Lord’s power will be unleashed, the plague and the undead will be held at bay, but I cannot control it . The Venerable Lord Paying warned me when he saved me that if this power got out of control I would lose myself completely.
I don’t care anymore, I just want these jackals to pay in blood.
Go!
Find Murphy!
Tell him I want to see that vengeance he declared on me, that I am the commander of the Black Flame Pass, and I will live and die with my position! Whether it’s fending off the enemy or walking into hell.
Don’t look back!
No matter what you hear, don’t turn back!”
“Uh-huh.”
Dames knew Heather had a death wish.
After all, it was too late to regret even unleashing such a terrifying power at first glance, and he made a military farewell salute to Heather from where he was before calling on the wind vulture to carry him away from this area of death.
Shelter from the Moon Maiden kept him safe from the plague, but the very next second he flew out of here, the terrifying dark power exploded like a bomb.
But it didn’t cause impact or physical damage, instead it was like a curtain of darkness unfolding.
It was even deeper than the darkness of the night at this time, like a black veil that swallowed all light, plunging everything into endless darkness the moment it unfolded.
“Dames, help me!”
A voice, if anything, rang out behind the high-ranking ranger, causing his torso to shake.
It was the voice of his wife, who had died in battle a hundred years ago, and it made Daemus immediately want to turn back to look, but at the last moment, a warning from Lord Heather made him stiffly fix his neck, which had already turned a small amount.
It wasn’t his wife.
It was some unknown thing that called itself “The Dark Lord”.
“Why don’t you look back? Little thing.”
Seeing that this trick couldn’t seduce the ranger, that strange thing projected and lured in his spirit with a malicious voice:
“The light of your life is so beautiful; offer it to me, melt into the warm darkness! As with poor Boney Goldleaf, the weak Avalon could not take her soul! She’s still trapped on the battlefields of the past, waiting for her lover… Come on, Daemus.
Blow out your own light and I’ll take you to your wife’s rescue.
Listen, she’s crying.
Well, Dames, Dames, save me.”
“Evil demon! Do not tempt me!”
The high-ranked ranger’s San value flew down in this instant, and he covered his ears and screamed.
But the wind vulture at his hip could not bear it anymore, and after a sad cry, it began to “transform” as fast as it was covered by black smoke, and threw its master down from the sky.
Obviously, the Dark Lord’s temptation is not only Dames, but also all creatures that have a sense of God will be affected, and this kind of disturbance of the mind is still rapidly intensifying and expanding, Heather in the end through what method to seal it up?
The High Ranger crashed down, his eyes tightly closed in the air as he shielded what Heather had given him in his arms.
His mind was full of all sorts of dark voices echoing over and over, just about driving him insane.
But in the split second before he crashed to the ground, a figure sped forward and clasped the screaming Captain Dames by the collar, snapping a slap across his face.
White light lit up in front of Daims’ eyes, and the stinging force applied with the slap dispersed the woozy sound in his mind in an instant, and brought the weakened ranger captain to his senses.
He opened his one eye and saw the face of a handsome vampire.
“Awake? What happened to Heather?”
Murphy asked in a hushed voice in the quick shift of the darkening sky.
Dames shook his head and shakily handed Murphy the object in his hand, the last item Heather had asked him to bring out.
It was.
A candle.
A stout candle covered in strange runes, the wick was lit but gave off no heat.
It wasn’t until Murphy caught the candle that Daemus reacted to the fact that his back was to the Dark Lord, but Murphy was facing the evil demon right in front of his eyes.
He snapped:
“Close your eyes! Do not look! It will tempt your spirit .”
“No, it can’t do that.”
Murphy glanced at him and said quietly as he flapped his wings and landed on the ground:
“It’s just an unawakened evil god, see what a bear you’ve become, are all elves so timid? Stand behind me, it can’t affect you.”
Only then did the high-ranking ranger notice that Murphy’s body was surrounded by a circle of white light, which constantly collided with the dark power spreading over the surroundings and jumped out of strange sparks.
These were clearly two opposing forces.
Dames took a deep breath and turned back behind Murphy, going to look at the scene behind himself for the first time.
All he could see was darkness.
A darkness that stretched from position eight to the front and back and even to the sky and earth, not a single ray of light in sight, seeming to cut all of that earth off from the material world, where all light and all that was in the light was swallowed up.
But it was still not satisfied; it continued to attract and devour the light around it.
Whether it was the starlight or the torches held up by the evacuating warriors in the rear, the light was dimming, as if being sucked up by a black hole.
Even Murphy, under the protection of Omega’s purifying power, could still feel the pitch-black thing echoing and weaving in front of his eyes when he looked directly at the all-pervasive darkness, like a pair of invisible but malicious eyes.
It was staring at itself, telling stories about the past that it didn’t care about and trying to seduce itself with them.
It wouldn’t be disturbed, but it was really annoying to have it in your ear all the time!
Lord Heather said that she was going to live and die with her position, so it seems she wasn’t joking, this kind of strange and weird power, not to mention the jackals, the mysterious cultists of Dusk would probably be numb claws when they came.
The darkness that engulfs all light is like some kind of supernatural entity that transcends reality, and can obviously be categorized into the category of “gods”.
“What is that thing?”
Dames asked in a low voice, and Murphy glanced at the still-burning candle in his hand as he activated item identification:
Name: Heather Hoffman’s Life Candle
Quality: Sealed Curiosity
Effect: Before the candle burns out, Heather Hoffman, the “earthly body” of the Dark Lord, can still suppress the resurrection of the Dark Lord, once the candle burns out or is blown out, the sleeping Dark Lord will enter the material world.
Current candle balance: 98%.
Estimated burn time: 60 days.
Tip!
The Dark Lord who engulfed the light of all things is a member of the gods of old, and he sleeps in the Creator’s cage, so please maintain his seal as long as possible.
Crafted by Heather Hoffman Cappadocia/Vernon Payn Cappadocia
Item Description:
[Don’t be afraid of it, a pathetic aboriginal nature god born out of malice is all, just copy the [Data Delete] to leave you with the Kohaku artifact to ruthlessly k it’s dog’s head uh, you don’t have a Kohaku artifact? Woohoo, bro, you’re in big trouble then.]
“Don’t be afraid, a pathetic nature god forgotten by the world is just a pathetic nature god, as long as you find a light shining artifact you can get it killed.”
Murphy explained to Daimus with an expressionless face:
“He’s still sealed, there’s no danger for now well, for now. Is there nothing Heather wants you to tell me?”
“She said you promised her a revenge?”
The Ranger Captain was subdued by the vampire’s tone of voice as he talked about the evil god like a straw, and he quickly repeated Heather’s words, causing Murphy to nod.
The Vampire Governor narrowed his eyes at the still spreading dark power as he said:
“Well, even though the situation is a little short of perfect at the moment, it can’t be delayed any longer, follow me!”
“Hm? Going to do what?”
“What else could it be? The counterattack Heather wants to see, of course!”
(End of chapter)