Chapter 705 – 704 Hanging up a Great Chief right at the beginning? Blanch.

Chapter 705 704.Hanging up a big chief right at the beginning? Blanch, the purity of the black plague is too high this time, isn’t it?

Mannis’ character was not a riddler.

But to have the Endless One cross the border between the Astral and Material Worlds to also utter such a bewildering flurry of urges and warnings, it was clear that things were really big.

Yet Murphy could taste a different meaning in the words of his unruly collaborator, who looked at Mannis and said:
“That’s not what you wanted to tell me, is it? Did some great being ask you to bring me a message?”

“Hey, would a serpent of time as mighty as I be willingly become a messenger for some damn, powerful, unopposed asshole Starsector Dragon? Although our two are on good terms, if you talk nonsense, beware of me suing you for slander!”

The Endless One wagged its tail in displeasure, ascending into the sky dome it was ready to leave the material world that had already begun to suppress it, Murphy who was carrying the Jackal Chief’s head raised his hand and waved goodbye to it.

He spat:

“Please you really don’t play too much with the xenos, you’re so devoid of authority when you’re full of tawdry talk, I know what I have to do, I’ll leave as soon as the Black Plague situation eases up a bit.

In fact, I think I can move forward with both at the same time.”

“Hmph, do what you want, anyway, even if something really bad happens, I, sheltered by time, always make it to the end, but not so much for those lives you care about.”

Mannis sneered:

“Make less effort on Tris and more effort on business! Oh, and by the way, you’ve been developing the powers I’ve bestowed upon you quite well, especially since Tris gave you the Ancestor’s Power of the Eternals, you’re becoming more and more attuned to the power of time.

I thought you’d have to comprehend these mysteries on your own, but you’ve got a knack for eating soft food, and now you’re able to withstand more power.

Therefore, Lord Endless One is going to give you a little reward in order for you to better fulfill your job.

Take it!”

“Bang.”

An earth-colored time lightning bolt descended from the sky, hitting the defenseless Murphy squarely in the sky.

As the vampire was electrocuted and dizzy, the Endless One let out a ghostly scoff and shrunk his body with a whoosh as he scurried into the star boundary rift that was closing above the sky.

The thing was being squeezed by the forces of both the astral and material worlds, and was rapidly shrinking. It might be some kind of “defense mechanism”, but it would take a long time for it to fully heal.

“I’ll keep an eye on the female dwarf for you, and I’ll contact you if anything happens, but I don’t think it’s going to be heavy-handed enough to rut on a dwarf, is it? Especially when Tris has been more than willing to fulfill all your nasty fantasies.
Heh heh heh.”

The Endless One’s final message echoed in the ears of the bleary-eyed Murphy, causing his entire body to fall into sensory-electric paralysis, and all Murphy could do was shiver and curse a nasty bastard.

Lightning from a Star Realm Demigod wasn’t something that could be consumed so well, and with his current paralysis where he couldn’t move, as long as there was a jackal around who had the guts to touch up, he could hack Murphy to death right here.

But they didn’t have a chance.

Those elite voodoo armies that Mannis had gotten to a pale old state were being killed like pigs by the players who had followed Murphy here, and those awesome drops on them reinforced the players’ closing frenzy at the end of this epic battle CG.

Although Mannis is so bad that it can’t be described, but this time it is quite generous, perhaps because Murphy let it obtain a golden transcendent law, what it left Murphy also think that it is worth the ticket price of the “material world half-day trip”.

[Mannis power trait ‘Endless One’ fusion enhancement special ancestor power – Time Chosen has been acquired!
This Ancestral Power allows the holder to use a limited amount of Time Power to fight, manifesting itself in the form of Ultra-Heavenly Acceleration, Ultra-Astral Retardation, Group Temporal Exodus, and Self-Time Rewind.

The specific manifestations are:
The effective time of Celestial Acceleration and Astral Retardation is extended to 60 seconds/8 hours, and can be released multiple times in segments.

The Time Banishment effect has been enhanced to group, so that the user can now apply Time Banishment to up to 10 targets at once, and the duration limit has been removed; the effect will last until the user runs out of energy.

New Skill – Time Rewind (Self): In the event of fatal damage, Time Rewind activates to return the user to their full strength. This effect will always take precedence when other means of avoiding death are available.

This skill has a cooldown of 10 days.

Tip!

The Endless One saw your death, and Lord Mannis was so worried about whether Baby Murphy, who was going around inviting enemies, would be able to live safely enough to do great things, that it granted you the means to resist death.

It literally, you cry death.

Why don’t you say thank you to the Endless One?]

“Thank you big brother Endless One.”

Murphy thanked him very decisively in his mind.

Seriously, the sudden assassination last time had also scared him, and now that the Endless One had given life preservation skills so powerfully, coupled with Ms. Spider’s generous love, anyone else who wanted to kill Murphy would have to kill him three times
With Velancer and Tris keeping an eye on him at all times, the difficulty of trying to kill Murphy three times in a short period of time under the protection of the two Golds could be too high.

“So good~”

As Murphy uttered his thanks, Mannis’ sneaky voice rang in his ears again, with a wave of smugness.

This made the vampire lord bristle, he actually knew exactly why Mannis was so attached to him.

This guy in the world of the stars to cause those things can be seen in the Endless is actually a similar “chaotic evil” role, but the only caring for Murphy, obviously intends to administrator Alpha is still weak when leaving some “incense love”.

This is the same as the gods are very concerned about Murphy, but all know the secrets of the Creator of the guys are sure that Murphy will do great things in the future, even if they can not become friends, but also can not become enemies.

However, after knowing it, Murphy has to appreciate the favor he has done.

In the end, he is not one of those Dragon Ao Tian protagonists, once born, there are endless resources can be squandered.

Creator that unreliable guy left the power to find his own, and this also do not know what problems, resulting in those things left to the Alpha actually first by the dusk took part of it, which is equivalent to Murphy is in the fight with the “own”.

He shook his head, putting those thoughts out of his mind.

Standing up, he sealed Potana’s dead head into a box, then returned to Potana’s body, scavenging for the guy’s “drops”.

Unfortunately, the Splintered Claw Clan’s legendary “Corrosive Wound”, a sacred spider blade taken from the Shadow Elves, was not here, but that was fine.

Chief Splinterclaw was dead, her army buried by the Astral Tear, and the victory the Black Plague army had hoped to achieve at Black Flame Pass had become a bitter double-whammy.

The first phase of the Tide of Darkness came to such an explosive end, and that was only a month into the fifth Black Plague’s campaign.

Now those stupid guys who claimed that the Fifth Black Plague was just an echo of the Fourth were going to have their faces slapped, even in the war that the King of Biting Bones had personally commanded, there hadn’t been an explosive event where the Great Chief had hung up in the first battle.

This Black Plague would undoubtedly rewrite the continent, and no one could doubt that anymore.

“Take everything that can be taken away from here!”

Murphy picked up Potana’s staff that was made from the animal bone of a thunder lizard, this thing still had thunderbolts wrapped around it when he picked it up, and it looked like it had a full light and shadow effect.

He turned back to the players behind him and shouted:

“We have to go, we have to go back to the Valley of Shadows and deliver the news that Chief Splinterclaw is dead to those warriors, may this death be a consolation for the disaster of the Black Flame Pass, the war is only at an end, my warriors.

It is not yet time to relax.”
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“Don’t get up! Stay quiet!”

Beneath the ruins of the Splintered Claw Clan’s main camp, already washed and covered in ravages from the foul energies drawn down by the Astral Rip, in the hollow at the edge of one of the pits dug by the rattlers there, Manson, the Gold Priest of the Blood Scars Clan, chastised the restless jackals around him.

Just as Botana sensed the opening of the Astral Tear in advance and turned in to escape, Manson also sensed the impending danger, but instead of fleeing, he led a group of jackals into the ground at the most critical moment.

It was a matter of saving lives, and there wasn’t that much time for Manson to gather more elites, so the number of Jackals who hid down at the time of crisis was not much, not even 10,000 people. This was already considered a grace of fate after the regimentation compared to the more than 100,000 Jackal vanguards and the much larger number of Dogheads in the entire base camp.

Nowadays, the ground is covered with deadly tainted psychic energy, just like a reinforced version of the disaster of Cadman City, the jackals in that even if they escaped the first wave of the impact of the astral world tearing, they will be in a miserable situation because of the painful blow to the mind, even if they managed to survive people are also wasted.

Split Claw Clan’s elite army was buried in one wave, this result was something that Manson could not have imagined in any case.

However, it could not show the same fear and trepidation as the other jackals now, as the Lord Priest of the Hunt, it had to use its faith to protect its own clan at this time.

The fact that they were still able to avoid having their minds pounded by the heavy astral world filth while hiding underground was because the Lord of the Hunt’s divine power was harnessed by Manson to protect the place.

But they couldn’t stay here forever, the Lord of the Hunt hadn’t awakened yet after all.

“Huegson, what do you make of all this?”

Manson was full of thoughts for a while, then turned his head to look at the silent, large jackal-werewolf governor beside him, who couldn’t see his expression in his clan armor, but looking at the way he was silent as a stone with his tainted wolf-blooded holy sword, he thought that it was by no means calm in his heart either.

In the face of Manson’s inquiry, Xu Gerson did not answer.

It raised its paw in silence and made a gesture, signaling Manson to be quiet.

It just wanted to be quiet right now and didn’t want any communication.

The blood scarred priest shook its head as it cast a spell to bring its mind into contact with Hügensen’s, using this mind whisper to speak to the unusually silent and large mute man:
“I saw that Portana escaped, but I don’t think your adoptive mother will be able to escape with her life, and not to mention the destructive power of the Astral Rip, those Transylvanians sacrificed the entire Black Flame Pass in exchange for this counterattack, and they will never allow Portana to go back to the Dark Mountains alive.

I know you respect your adoptive mother, and that you see her as your true mother, but neither of us can deny that Portana was not actually a good chief.

She is too calculating.

Always trying to get as much as possible for her clan in the war, but not so willing to give.

That’s probably the main reason why she’s so poorly liked among the groups of great chiefs.”

“Swish.”

The Wolfblood Holy Sword was raised, the blade with its deadly ice edge resting against Manson’s neck, and Hügsun stared at him, a cold gaze in his eyes beneath his battle helmet.

“Heh, every child doesn’t want to hear someone slandering its beloved mother, but you know that what I say is true.”

Manson smiled, ignoring the wolf-blooded holy sword against his neck.

It said:

“Whether you want to think about these things or not, the Split Claw Clan has been yours since the death of your adoptive mother, Potana’s three children were not eligible to inherit the Split Claw Clan, and while she was alive, she made a promise to the Lord of the Hunt that you would be the only one who could be the next Chief of the Split Claw.

You have suffered heavy losses.

The destruction of more than 100,000 of your elite was enough to cause Clan Split Claw to slip from the power system of the Dark Mountains to the second class, but you are deep, after all, and there are still jackals waiting to be recruited in your territory.

Listen to me, boy, Clan Splinterclaw is very much in your favor!

We will support you in your quest for vengeance without reservation. You see, you and the Transylvanians are already at odds, aren’t you?
It is the tradition of us Jackals that you must take the head of that vampire named Murphy with your own hands, only then will you be able to console your poor mother.”

The Huegson did not say a word; it seemed to be just as silent on a mental level as it was on a physical one.

It just stared at Manson, but the fact that the holy sword didn’t swing proved that Hügesen wished to listen, which satisfied Manson even more, and the old jackal fished out the holy emblem of the hunt that he carried with him and handed it to Hügesen.

It said:

“You need strength! Child.

Potana keeps strengthening you with voodoo, but that raw power is not enough to give you true strength.

The Lord of the Hunt now lacks a Chosen One.

As I said, the Blood Scar Clan is very fond of you, and compared to your brother Germaine Bitebone, you, who was raised by Potana from a young age, are clearly more suitable to be the Lord of the Hunt’s representative in the material world.

You have the gift of clutching power!
Most importantly, you do not lack wisdom.

I will make you a promise that Clan Splinterclaw will not walk alone as you make your way along this path toward Transylvania!

The facts had already proven that the chiefs had made an error in judgment; the true hard core of the Black Plague this time was not at the Brass Fortress; quite the contrary, the truly grueling battlefield was destined to be in the once-weak but now transformed Transylvania.

Therefore, the Blood Scar Clan’s army will also retreat from the Brass Fortress and come here to support you.

The best part is that as soon as you become the Divine Chosen of the Lord of the Hunt, you will nominally have the power to mobilize the Blood Scars’ army, and after having seen the madness of the Transylvanians with my own eyes, I can no longer confidently confirm to you that everything will go well.

But on the flip side, the descent of the Lord of the Hunt requires slaughter, blood and death, and if we can’t do it all with the blood of our enemies, then we’ll just have to give our own.”

Manson stared at the Huegson in front of him as it said:
“This Black Plague has never been about the Jackals themselves, boy, and I don’t know if Portana has told you what is at stake, but the fact remains that we must have our own gods! Otherwise we will be nothing more than fuelwood to light the world on fire in the age of chaos that has come.

Dusk.
What they represent is a twisted future.

All races across the continent must struggle to survive before that future arrives, and we are only one of them.

Luckily, we saw the world burn before the fools in the dark did, and we still have time to save ourselves.

It’s not about good or evil, it’s not about conquest or compromise.

It’s like the common reasoning behind the first four Black Plagues, son, it’s just about living, just about the power to survive.

Accept it.

Protect us as your ancestor Lord Frederick did.

The Jackals need a chieftain, and there is no one better than you.”

Huegson looked at the holy emblem that was handed to it, and after a few moments it made a sighing gesture, and as it reached out to take the emblem it said in an obscure and hoarse voice in its mind:

“Mother said that I was forbidden to have much contact with you, and I know now why; your compulsion was too great for me to refuse. But a child must execute vengeance for the loss of his mother, and therefore I will not refuse your solicitations.

The great vengeance of Clan Splinterclaw will soon begin, and I expect to see members of Clan Bloodscar on the battlefield.

You have promised me a great army!
I want to see that great army that can burn all of Transylvania, and as for your feud with Gelman, I want no part of it.”

“Very well, that is exactly what Clan Bloodscar wishes to hear.”

Manson let out a chuckle as it said:

“Let’s get out of here, you’re going to follow me on a trip to the Mossy Valley, and after you become a Hunting God Chosen, you’ll have everything you want!”

Ps: Thank you for the alliance reward of “Waiting for Lin Xian”, and put more on the New Year’s Day.

(End of chapter)