Chapter 701 700 Facing Gen’s assassination retaliation, Murphy’s choice is to

Chapter 701 700.Facing Gen’s assassination retaliation, Murphy’s choice was to continue provoking!
Right now the situation of the Black Flame Mountain Pass has become like this and still say that they want to counterattack, this if someone else said this, Dames definitely turned his head and left!
What kind of joke is this, I am a high-ranking ranger captain of the Castilian Elf Kingdom, talking and laughing with such figures as the Elf King and Venerable Lord Paying, where do I have the time to accompany you here to joke about this kind of black plague?

But considering that the one who said such things was Lord Murphy who had been creating impossible things, and just a moment ago, Murphy had given him an open show to his face.

Just looking directly at the Evil God with the naked eye without being affected and also being able to protect the person next to him from mind interference this masterpiece is enough for the indifferent Captain Daims to hand over a trace of precious trust to Murphy at this moment.

“But aren’t you guys in charge of the retreat?”

The elf captain didn’t even have time to mourn for his “blackened” Lunar God Wind Wyvern, he retrieved his halberd and battle bow from the ground, looked to Murphy, and said:
“If you leave like this, what about the people in the rear position?”

“I am their lord, not their nanny. The situation at hand has been planned for a long time, just advance according to the retreat plan, besides there is still my righteous partner, Archduke Tris there to keep an eye on them.”

Murphy fished out a halfling compass to confirm his sense of direction, which had been completely distorted due to the interference of the Dark Lord’s aura, and he said without turning his head:

“What’s more, my blood friend Lord Heather has already released his greatest secret, and with this evil god’s power across the Black Flame Pass, unless the jackals don’t want to die, they won’t charge hard.

Don’t you feel it yet?
The power of the Evil God is modifying the reality here.

All the light sources around us are being devoured by it, and if we can’t hurry up and send it elsewhere, the Black Flame Mountain Pass won’t be necessary.

It would certainly stop the Black Plague from running into Transylvania, but if left unchecked, this place would become a gangrene in the real world’s contact with subspace . Although it was by no means due to Dusk’s conspiracy, the fate-driven actually made things develop like this by mistake, Dusk’s dog scumbags would probably wake up laughing in their dreams this time.

I don’t even dare to think that once the era of chaos they are looking forward to has completely arrived, then what kind of horrors will be caused on the continent by such a ferocious Lord of Darkness in Heather’s body.

But if they’re happy, I’m going to be troubled.

That’s why I’m going to use a huge ‘bomb’ to BOOM all the problems that exist here! It’s a no-brainer, but as long as the equivalent is enough, it can also solve a thousand problems with one bomb.”

“You seem to know a lot about these things that don’t belong to the material world?”

Dames said as he eyed Murphy warily:
“I’ve heard of you, Lord Murphy, and you’re only a young vampire.”

“But I have a powerful lover, my girlfriend is the most powerful theologian on the continent, she told me all this.”

Murphy glanced back at the one-eyed elf who was condescending to him, he shrugged and put on a little white boy’s gentle smile and said:
“Consider me gifted in soft eating, so are you going to continue wasting your time here, or are you going to come with me over to Fort Courage? As you can see, I’m just an ordinary Black Iron, and now to cross the crisis-ridden Black Flame Pass I must have a powerful fellow to protect me.”

Daemus was not an elf who was good at joking.

He belonged to the typical old-school elf who was very stereotypical and boring, but this instant upon hearing Murphy say that he was a mediocre black iron, the high-ranking ranger couldn’t help but want to spit hard.

You asshole vampire first look at the layer of white aura beside you that even the power of the evil god can easily dispel before saying this, okay?
Is this some kind of Transylvanian-style barbarian joke?
I have been to Transylvania during the last black plague, and the people there are savage and closed-minded, but not as eloquent as this guy in front of me.

“But how do we get there?”

Dames asked as he suppressed his urge to spit and grabbed his war bow, ready to fulfill his duties as a bodyguard as he surveyed the surroundings but simply couldn’t find an available path, seeing that Murphy had already begun to wiggle his wings in preparation for takeoff.

The vampire lord pointed underground and said:

“The tunnels dug out by the rats are a few dozen meters underground, the Dark Lord’s aura hasn’t been able to penetrate that quickly, and now the rats have all run away, so as long as we’re fast enough, we can make it to Fortress of Courage before the power of darkness completely engulfs the Black Flame Mountain Pass.

The rest is simple.

My warriors are already there with everything they need to counterattack, and all they need now is a ‘road sign’, and I will personally deliver the Blade of Counterattack to them.

Go.

There’s no time to waste, I’ll explain it to you on the way.”

After saying that, Murphy jumped up, and in the wings closing together, jumped down towards the rock layer below which was “disintegrated and swallowed” by the floating black strange force, Daimus touched the sculpture of the Moon Maiden in his arms, and prayed for Avalon’s blessing in his heart, and then also followed him and jumped down.

But after entering the rat tunnels of position nine, Dames realized that they were not the only ones on this trip, there was also an arachnid maiden of the Shadow Elves waiting there.

“Heretic!”

Daemus chortled:

“How dare you show up here?”

“Shut up, tree-dwelling fool.”

Velanther simply ignored this high-ranking ranger’s provocation, as she moved her six spider legs somewhat uneasily and said to Murphy:

“We must get out of here as soon as possible, master, the Evil God’s power above is very thick, Nightmare Tyrant Baphomet is only a small size compared to Him. It’s hard to imagine, how did Venerable Lord Paying seal Him inside Lord Heather?”

“The Ancient Ones always have a lot of strange abilities.”

Murphy said as he flew low in the empty ratman pit:
“But I’m leaning more towards the idea that His Holiness likely drew on outside forces, forces that he himself has forgotten where they came from but still uses them, forces that don’t belong to a vampire, and by the time we meet him, I think all the secrets will be solved.”

“You have a gold ranked guard and you want me to come along?”

Captain Daimus Goldleaf finally sensed that something was wrong, and he backed away while saying:

“I now have the feeling that you guys tricked me into coming here to prepare to create a murder.”

“Don’t take yourself so seriously! The master didn’t even need to save you just now if he wanted to kill you, your pitiful will means nothing in front of the filth of an evil god.”

Velanthar said maliciously as he turned back around:

“You are alive now thanks to the protection of my powerful and mysterious master, if you dare to break away from this light you are going to be noticed by the dark lord above, you can certainly not follow us, insipid forest elf.

But you know very well what that means.”

“Never mind Velanthar’s threats, I just want to converse with you about some elven matters.”

Murphy was as gentle as ever, and he gestured for Daemus to follow, not to break away from the circle of shimmering, faint white light beside him, lest he enter the darkness and be swallowed up by the evil god.

As he moved quickly forward, he spoke to the elven ranger:

“I have learned from some of my sources that during the Ten Years War on the Continent, you Elves have been collecting the lost holy relics of the Church of Avalon, and it is said that half of the Holy Blades have fallen into your hands.

If the old church had died out then naturally there would be nothing to say about your actions, however now the human sanctuary of Avalon has re-established itself in Transylvania, so can I please ask you to return those holy blades?”

“Are you joking?”

Daemus whispered:

“Do you really think that I, a common high ranked ranger, could qualify to be involved in such a matter?”

“An ordinary Ranger Captain certainly can’t, but your last name is ‘Goldleaf’ isn’t it?”

Murphy glanced at him and said:
“Look, as I said just now, I have a very powerful girlfriend, and from her I know that the two families, Gold Leaf and Silver Leaf, are the generations of favorites of the Elven Royal Court, and that you guys were King Quirion’s beloved ones at the beginning of this Era.

The Black Plague is about to hit Transylvania, the fall of the Black Flame Pass you experienced the whole time, I don’t think I need to render any more panic, after our counterattack is over, you and your elves can leave.

But I would like you to pass on my request to King Quirion.

Both Transylvania and the fledgling Church of Avalon need those holy blades, think of it as special armaments to support the war effort. After all, if Transylvania can’t hold back the seething jackals, there’s no chance that the bad situation of the Fourth Black Plague will repeat itself?
Also, I want to confirm one more thing.”

The Vampire Governor looked at the high ranking ranger who didn’t say a word as he said softly:

“Is it true that the Church of Avalon’s Greeney Chalice is also in your hands? If you have been pursuing the Holy Blade, then the Holy Grail, which is more valuable than the Holy Blade, might be just as much of a target for you.”

“No!”

This time Dames answered decisively:
“We have searched for the Holy Grail of the human laity, but we have found nothing! But a year or so ago a strange message came back from the North Sea, and it was rumored that some merchants passing through the outer waters of Greeney had seen a green, holy light flickering in the night on the island of Glamour.

Therefore, if the human believers of Avalon wish to recover their Holy Grail, I suggest that they may go forth and look within the now-abandoned sanctuary.

As long as they are not afraid of being caught and beheaded by King Louis.”

“Hmm, I see, thank you for the information.”

Murphy nodded and asked no more questions.

This decisive attitude surprised the high-ranking ranger a bit.

Just this?

You really went through the trouble of clunking me here just to have me act as a messenger and deliver a message for you?
Shouldn’t you have coerced me into asking for more information about the Sacred Blade at this point? Or is this handsome vampire a bit lacking in heart? Did he really believe that he would help him deliver a message to the Elf King?
Dames’ mental activities were clearly heard by Murphy.

The power of desire had been working, but the vampire governor didn’t have time to explain more to this mysterious ranger.

Even if he wasn’t an outstanding psychic, Murphy could clearly sense that the power of the Dark Lord above his head was expanding rapidly, and his darkness was seeping into the land, even contaminating the already unstable psychic energy nearby.

If time dragged on any longer, the entire Black Flame Mountain Pass would be filled with dark corrupting power.

This guy was not quite the same as the Subspace Shadow that Murphy had once faced, the Lord of Darkness didn’t have the kind of twisting and corrupting power that the Subspace Evil Spirit had that directly targeted the soul to take effect, and He was still weakening His prey’s mind with seduction, which seemed to indicate that He had a connection with Subspace but it wasn’t deep.

There was even a possibility that this guy was not a deity born in subspace.

After all, when identifying Heather’s life candle just now, the information given by the character card said quite clearly that this guy was a “deity of the old days”.

This was the first time Murphy had seen this term.

But it was not the first time he had faced this kind of similar power, and after carefully distinguishing it, this Dark Lord was somewhat similar to the unawakened Nightmare Tyrant Baphomet in Baphomet’s palace.

Perhaps the Nightmare Tyrant was also a member of the old gods, and they were not the same as the “new gods” like Avalon and Su, who had ascended to godhood with the help of the Creator’s power after the beginning of this era, and were not at all as shockingly powerful and unnameable as the Subspace Shadows, but were more akin to the traditional Evil Gods.
Ah, these differences are too complicated to explain.

This is not Murphy’s area of expertise, perhaps we can go back and ask Tris later, she is a theologian who definitely has research on these things.

“We’re almost there, master.”

Villanther was vigilantly holding onto several of the Spider Lady’s tokens along the way, ready to “save the day”, but this part of the road was unusually quiet and safe, with no surprises.

It wasn’t until Murphy rushed out of the broken trench at the other end of the Black Flame Pass position with Velancer and Daemus in tow that they realized why no one had bothered them.

The road from Black Flame Pass to Fort Courageous was similarly in tatters, and while it hadn’t suffered from the Dark Lord’s power, it was littered with tens of thousands of wandering dead of all sizes, and there was a fairly strong aura of the Underworld lingering.

Murphy’s side of the hovering necessary evil wandering to draw the power of death here, and Murphy three people quickly step forward, and soon found survivors in the “sea of the undead” that only wandered but did not hurt people.

Newcomer Terranova, grasping a shotgun that has no deterrent effect in this scene, and the champion bug Pumbaa, guarding the unconscious mummy girl, and not far from Nefertari, on the broken rocks, there is also a strange cowboy clothes, almost torn into pieces of the body.

“Ah, Lord Murphy!”

Terranova, who had already been stunned silly by the previous big battle, after seeing the main NPC appear, she hurriedly ran up, waving her hands and telling her awesome NPC everything that had just happened.

“What? Bayek, the head priest of the Church of the Death Moon, has been hiding in Nefertari’s body, and also fought with the Dusk Cultist who woke up tens of thousands of undead here to form an army, destroying the entire mountain path and taking out many Jackals in the process?
Also who did you say the cultist was?”

Murphy listened in stunned silence, it was clear that what had happened here was beyond his imagination, in the face of his question, the budding Terranova immediately waved her hands and shouted:
“It’s a guy called ‘Mamluk King of Grievances’, his nickname in the twilight is ‘Explorer’, and from what the little mummy said, that’s the most terrifying, craziest, and most paranoid tyrant pharaoh in the history of the Sanghai Empire.

He was the one who started the war with the Elf Kingdom three hundred years ago!
That bridge!
The Bridge to Heaven!
I’ve heard the story of that bridge before from that bearded dwarf Eirich, the bad warlord! He was sealed, but escaped to join the Twilight, and it was from him that the Jackals learned the science of death.

The consciousness of that grudge king has been captured and taken back to the Land of Origin by Lord Bayek, so we need not worry about encountering him again.

Oh yeah, and this!”

Terranova, who had “exclusively” enjoyed a section of the story CG herself, excitedly picked up a cold-as-ice Sanghai Sectional Staff hidden behind her back and handed it to Murphy, she said:

“This is the ‘gift’ that Elder Bayek specially instructed me to hand over to you before he left, he said that this core festival staff of the Feast of Ten Thousand Souls placed in the city of Xikor will stop the army of the Underworld there from being manipulated by the twilight!
It was also said that the little mummy would know how to use it when he woke up.”

“Hmm, so the reason Nefertari is crazy is because Bayek is hiding in her soul?”

Murphy asked curiously, and Terranova shook her head vigorously and said:

“No, no, no, I asked that question as well, but Priestess Bayek sighed longingly and said that the little mummy’s insanity was really just because of her brain, and that it had nothing to do with his old man’s hiding.

In addition, he commented that you are truly the Chosen One of the Supreme Creation.

He also invited you to make sure to take the time to go to the Land of Origins, and you will become the supreme honored guest of the entire Sanghai Empire.”

“Alright, when the situation of the Black Plague eases, I will definitely go over there.”

Murphy put away the Ten Thousand Souls Banquet Core Sectional Staff and said to Terranova:

“Bring the little mummy with you, let’s go to Fort Courage immediately, it’s time for this bad day in Black Flame Pass to end!”
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“Holy crap, why hasn’t Lord Murphy come yet! And what the hell is that big monster in Black Flame Pass? I heard those guys on the forums blabbing that it was some kind of evil god that Lord Heather unleashed?
So we’ve been taking quests from evil gods all this time?

Hm, it’s kinda cool to think about what’s going on?”

Che Che in the Fortress of Courage was jumping up and down anxiously, and the veteran players beside him were all unable to hold back their moods as they ferried back and forth, and even Lady Water, who had always been the most calm, couldn’t help but whisper her concerns to Brother Fire.

They had been waiting here for a long time.

The three Serenade Boundary Core Crystals were stacked on the top platform of the center building of Fortress of Courage, and all the Spiritualists out of all the people who had fled here were already in place.

Regardless of whether it was a player psychic master or an NPC psychic master this time was rarely filled with an aura of anger and common hatred, especially those who had only escaped from the Black Flame Pass after nine deaths, their gazes towards the darkness shrouded place were unusually complicated.

But what was certain was that the anger in these people’s hearts had been ignited.

As long as the damned jackals could be punished, they would rather share hell with those barbarians.

The goatman’s spell corps was putting the final touches on the upcoming ritual of the Great Tearing of the Astral Realm, and old goatman Finley was feeling excited, if not a little intimidated, by what was about to happen.

As an outstanding spellcaster, it could fully comprehend what a horrific catastrophe could be created with the three crystals in front of it, and to throw such power at the head of the enemy at this point in time without any hesitation left it with nothing but the feeling that the Transylvanians were indeed all a bunch of true madmen.

Now everything was ready, only the east wind that could connect to the astral realm was needed.

“Lord Murphy is here!”

Brother Xiao Fu, who was flying around overhead observing the situation, shouted, and the players on the platform clamored to their feet.

Murphy flapped his wings and dropped down from the dim heights, he swept a glance at the crystal core that had already begun to be recharged, nodded to the old goatman, and with a flick of his hand, he inserted the Manifestation Device into the center of the ceremony by transforming it into the form of an Astral Guiding Staff.

Murphy noticed that many of the psychics present were looking at him, their shattered uniforms signifying that they were from the Black Flame Pass, and there was fire burning in the eyes of these men.

The Governor felt he should say something at this point in the ceremony, he thought for a moment and addressed them:
“The Black Flame Pass is gone, the position has collapsed, the Jackals think they have won, and my friend your Commander-in-Chief Heather has staked herself in the scales of war to stop the Black Plague.

We will definitely get her back!
The Transylvanians will not compromise, we have always been true to our word!

But until then, we will make the Splintered Claw Jackals pay in blood! Right here, right now! Be patient, they will be wailing soon.”

(End of chapter)