Chapter 704 703 This is the Transylvanian’s answer to the Black Plague

Chapter 704 703.This is the Transylvanian Answer to the Black Plague
Portana had done a lot of thinking about the end of the fall of the Black Flame Pass, and she had more than one plan, but it turns out that when you take your plan and show off to the world that things are going smoothly, the world always grabs you by the neck and gives you a couple of slaps in the face by the way, telling you that the world has its own plans for destiny.

First, Lord Heather unsealed the power of the Lord of Darkness to abolish the spread of the plague of the jackals, and blocked the occupation and invasion of the entire position of the jackals with his own strength.

In the face of a revived old evil god, even if the Split Claw Clan had an iron head, it would not be possible for them to directly charge up and have a full-blown god-slaying operation.

Grand Inspector Hügson’s elites could only retreat.

The jackals thought they could only watch as the cowardly defenders of the Black Flame Pass left their leader behind and retreated, leaving the reviving evil god as a nuisance to the jackals who would surely find a way to get over the pass.

But as it turns out, the thing called an accident definitely doesn’t just hurt that much once it occurs.

Before the Jackals had even fully withdrawn from their position in the Black Flame Pass, the great tear in the astral realm dominated by the Transylvanians at Fort Courage, a borderland, suddenly occurred.

Before the huge amount of spiritual energy bombarded the boundary of the material world, Botana sensed something bad, as a spiritual energy master she knew very well how terrifying that huge amount of spiritual energy could do, so she immediately ordered to retreat at the fastest speed possible.

In the midst of the chaos she couldn’t find her adopted son whom she had high hopes for, and had to turn in temporarily in her luxurious war vehicle, however the astral tear arrived much faster than she had expected.

This ambitious jackal master mother almost saw with her own eyes how the disorderly turbulence from the star world rushed down to completely engulf the more than 100,000 troops of the Split Claw Clan in the entire process, so strong and unstoppable, so brutal and inhumane.

It made Portana almost collapse.

She hadn’t expected the Transylvanian’s counterattack to come so quickly, so insanely.

She was certain that the dangerous astral turbulence had destroyed the Black Flame Pass before destroying her own home base, that all of that once fortress position had been swept into the astral realm, and that the road to Transylvania would be clear all the way next.

Are these guys out of their minds?

The storm of filth in the Astral Plane wouldn’t last forever, and once the filthy psychic energy coiled there dissipated, there would be nothing left to stop the jackals from raging afterward.

Without the Black Flame Pass, what were they going to use to stop the raging black plague that had attacked Transylvania?
Before Mother Potana could ponder the answer to that question, she saw Murphy’s great bird fall from the sky, and as they met eye to eye, Mother Splinterclaw roared her curses on the damned Murphy and the hell-deserving Transylvanians.

She was so angry.

So much so that she had forgotten something very important, and that was that her position had been revealed.

“Mannis, do it!”

At Murphy’s call, the Endless One, who had long been waiting at the other end of the Star Realm Rift, then quietly poked his body out of the rift, like a cunning snake probing and confirming that there was no danger on the other side before rushing in to feast on the food.

Although today’s Mannis did not swing to his powerful form, but the body of the “serpent that moves mountains” is also large enough, just one head is as big as a house, two eyes with time quicksand pattern are like big light bulbs in the darkness, illuminating the place that is being scrubbed by the filthy spiritual energy of the astral world a little bit.

It spat out bright red snake letters, and after confirming that the dangerous disorderly turbulence had disappeared, it scurried out of the torn star realm rift with a big strut.

A Star Realm Demigod had entered the Material World!

This was a bad state of affairs that had happened no more than ten times in the continent’s past thousand years, and the moment Mannis entered the Black Flame Mountain Pass, the rejection from the material world caused it to let out a rather uncomfortable shrill whistle.

In the days when the Frontier Accords were still in effect, all astral beings who entered this place were subject to such rejection.

After all, it was a restriction related to the power of the Creator’s legacy, and even if the Alpha’s audacity had opened a temporary boundary, Mannis would not be able to stay here for long.

It had to grab every second.

But fortunately, the thing called time was always generous to the Articulated Serpent.

“Swish.”

That earth-colored divine dragon like fellow made a temporal flash the moment it scurried into the material world, precisely appearing in the airspace where Spirit Vulture Revlono was.

After seeing Mannis’s malice-filled eyes and the temporal spit brewing in his open mouth, the Splintered Clawed Host Mother, who was frantically cursing the Transylvanians, suddenly had a jolt.

In this instant she realized something terrible with hindsight.

That was that drawing down the Astral Rip was not the end of the Transians’ counterattack, and that their appetite was much greater than anyone could have imagined.

They were targeting themselves!

It was themselves who waged war on the Black Flame Pass!
“O Lord of the Hunt.”

Portana, who had never been a believer in the gods, only had time in this instant to crush one of the voodoo charms she carried with her, and to pray to the Lord of the Hunt that she would survive this night.

In the next second, the earth-colored spit of time and space like quicksand swept down from the heights, this particular spit did not have the power to directly harm, but any life or even object that came into contact with the spit of the Endless One was as if it had been placed in the midst of the fast-flowing time, and the flow of time in this area was disrupted.

As Mannis bobbed his head and spat, the lavish war wagons looked as if they had been discarded for a thousand years, weathered and broken beyond recognition in the twinkling of an eye, while the Jackal Voodoo Army elites who had escorted Portana looked as if they were aging at an accelerated rate, and in the blink of an eye they were catapulted from their prime into their dying twilight in a shriek of horror.

Depraved of strength, courage and will, they could not even hold the heavy weapons in their hands.

Mannis did not kill them.

But it wasn’t that the Grand Master of the Endless One was kind-hearted, for it didn’t bother wasting time on these little buggers; its goal was quite clear: Potana.

To be precise, it was the power of the Golden Transcendent Law that this Golden Jackal possessed.

This convergence of material world power wasn’t able to help Mannis get rid of his weakness, but devouring the Transcendent Laws could allow an Astral Demigod like it to quickly grasp the learning it didn’t understand.

For demigods who generally reached immortality, this was the most interesting leisure entertainment in a long life.

After all, demigods also need to “learn”, alas, in the good old days, what the supplicants of the material world needed was often just pure power, which the demigods could always give freely, but now that time has passed, the supplicants have also learned to be more skillful, and have begun to chase after wisdom rather than brute force.

This puts some of the less-than-thinking demigods of the Astral Plane in quite a predicament.

Let’s say that one day a guy contacts Mannis through a mystical ritual, but he asks Mannis for the solution to Fermat’s Great Theorem .
How do you think the demigod should respond?

Say he doesn’t know?

Shit, demigods have faces, too!

Because of this bad trend, knowledge has become the most popular thing to be traded between demigods in the Star Realm.

Although Mannis’ relationship with the other demigods was very bad, he also knew the principle of “preparedness”. With an extra Transcendent Law Core in his hand, if he was blocked later, he would have something to offer when he begged for forgiveness, so he wouldn’t have to be beaten up, and that would be a beautiful thing.

Ah, look at this damned life, the Endless One’s old waist is bent, if not for the damned Ao messing around, how would the Serpent of Time be so humble to this point?
“Hurry up and work! Stop feeling sorry for yourself there!”

The urging from Murphy made Manis grunt.

The powerful but petulant Serpent of Time roamed its massive body through the air with abandon, and it quickly caught the location of Potana, who had dodged the Temporal Spit with the Voodoo Transcendental Law, and the cunning jackal-mother-in-chief was using a mechanic to teleport herself out of this perilous place.

But the Serpent of Time scoffed, not stopping it at all, but simply watching Portana disappear into the golden-red voodoo streams, and then yawning, threw an “uppermost backtracking” at the location. A few seconds later, the wide-eyed Potana’s mother and father were forcibly “pulled” back to this place by the power of time from 10,000 miles away.

Hey, where are you going, sister?
If you don’t have a magic item that can stop time looting or forcefully stabilize the flow of time, then you won’t be able to struggle today, and judging from the way Portana was pulled back to the battlefield by the backtracking of time, Splintered Claw really doesn’t have that kind of magic item in her hands.
Heh, what a tragedy.

There’s a whole power level between demigods and gold, and being targeted by someone as bad as Mannis without any preparation is like being targeted by silver with black iron, 99% of the time it’s just an abusive battle.

Of course, a magical black iron like Murphy can’t be counted among them, he can easily take out 80% of the silver people.

And the worst part is that Murphy is coming this way with his “Revenge Army”.

The vampire governor flapped his wings, wearing heavy armor and carrying a chainsaw sword, and rushed through the filthy dark storm, followed by the shouting and excited warriors of the foreign nations.

Those winged vampire players dangled two non-vampire players one by one, and in the 500% super movement speed brought by the celestial acceleration thrown by Murphy, it was like a vampire transportation brigade passing through the dangerous astral energy in a dignified manner, most NPCs wouldn’t do such a crazy and risky thing, but passing through the astral filth was nothing to the players.

After all, they had once done similar work in the ruins of Cadman City, and had long since gotten used to those god-awful psychic shocks.

Obviously, Murphy was a very courteous lord, and when a great person like the Splintered Claw Master Mother was leaving the earth, he had to come and see her off, no matter what he said.

This was part of the vampire’s thousand year old etiquette, not to be lightly obscured.

“Ah, my horrible collaborator is coming for your trouble, Jackal.”

Mannis kept throwing time-disordered energy balls in the air, smashing down a psychic lightning bolt every now and then, sneering as he toyed with the woeful Chief Potana like a cat playing with a rat:
“I haven’t seen anyone who can provoke him to such an extent, what a friendly vampire that is, you’ve really pissed him off. Looks like I’ll have to leave you alive to quench his anger after brutally extracting your Golden Transcendent Law, lest he does something even crazier.

Well, I’ll let you in on a secret, he really can do even crazier and scarier things.

Poor Jackal, you started a war, but you have no idea what kind of person you’re fighting, to use a popular phrase from their side of the world, this guy’s a hangman.”

“The Astral Guardian and the Summoner are only in a cooperative relationship, there is no need for you to obey Murphy’s orders, O mighty demigod, spare my life! I will do my best to fulfill all your desires!”

The cloaked Potana screamed as she shouted:
“The resources a living Jackal Grand Chieftain can mobilize are terrifying, and I can provide you with everything you need! It would be far more cost effective than killing me here!”

“Whew, good idea, I’m getting a little excited, I do have a lot of things of interest hidden in the material world.”

Mannis curled up his body and gently bit down on his peculiar pointer tail with his mouth, spinning it rapidly in the air like a circle.

This must be some sort of secret technique.

At the moment the Endless One began to spin, the time stream belonging to Potana personally was inexorably accelerated forward, and after just three revolutions, the already aging Splintered Claw Chief was pushed into a weakened state that was only a day away from natural death.

Seriously ill, she couldn’t even maintain a standing position and fell to her knees with a plop.

“However, do you really think I would offend the Alpha just because of those out-of-body things? Am I really such a stupid being in your eyes?

Why do I get the feeling you’re mocking me, pathetic jackal?”

Mannis’ eerie voice quietly rang in Portana’s ear, saying something like “Alpha”, which Portana didn’t understand at all, and in the next instant, the vicious grip from the demigod was like an invisible hand clasping on the Jackal’s heart, and she could feel the power that she relied on for her life being forcibly withdrawn from her body.

“No!”

The weak old Jackal struggled on the ground, snot and tears pouring out.

She screamed and suffered until the bad-hearted Mannis extracted the complete Voodoo Transcendent Law as its prize trophy.

And with the loss of her power, the Splintered Claw Mastermind fell to the ground like a sack of flour, and with great difficulty she raised her head just in time to see a pair of bloody wings closing in front of her, while the combat boots embellished with the Blood Vulture emblem landed in the bloodstained dust in front of her eyes.

Portana struggled to tilt her head.

But she had so little time left that she couldn’t make the move but the next moment she was lifted into the air by the cold gauntlet jammed around her neck.

She finally got a good look at the person in front of her.

She saw Murphy’s face and the eyes that seemed to burn with blood fire, and for the first time she was seeing the vampire lord that Dusk loathed.

It wasn’t until then that Portana realized how young this guy was.

“You tried to teach us to fear with the brutality and madness of the Splintered Claw clan, you tried to see an enemy at your mercy as you did in the first four Black Plagues. But you underestimated us as much as anyone.

Transylvania has responded to the Black Plague and all those who seek to harm us.
This.
. is our response!”

“Pfft.”

The Necessary Evil was incredibly docile this instant, piercing forward in Murphy’s grip, piercing the already very weak heart with a viciousness that severed the Jackal Chief’s last chance of life.

Portana had many times speculated about her future, even divination, she had imagined the scene when she died, but she guessed that she never expected that her death would be so despondent, so scribbling.

But as a competent villain, you always have to spit out a few lines of trash talk to make your presence felt before you hang up.

So she said:
“Dusk . Will . Destroy.”

“Ka.”

Neck and spine decapitated, the headless body smashed to the ground, while the aged head etched with the wolfishness befitting a loser was lifted into Murphy’s hands.

The Vampire Governor didn’t bother to listen to the wails of the defeated dogs.

It was just a boring curse, if this stuff really worked, the vampire race would have been extinct 800 years ago.

Carrying Chief Splinterclaw’s head, he turned back to the Endless One suspended in the black night air behind him, whose time light had flickered very rapidly, like the Light Giant’s when it ran out of power.

“The material world is rejecting me, I must return to my kingdom, my dear collaborator.”

Mannis stretched his body, letting his massive mountain-moving body encircle Murphy, while he himself raised that big, terrifying head so realistically for the first time, looking down at the vampire lord.

It said:

“I have come in person not only to hunt down a toy that will last a long time, but I have brought a warning, a secret that must not be uttered in the Astral Plane. You must be prepared, Murphy, for the war of the gods in subspace is intensifying.

Those dangerous lapdogs are plotting something quite terrible, and the Black Plague is just a means that can be used by them, do not dwell on your immediate defeat or victory.

Subspace is the real battleground!
The Astral Plane is the edge and your place is the rear, the fates of all beings are strung together, there is no escape from you or me.

Step onto your path as soon as possible.”

(End of chapter)