Chapter 720: The True Mystery of the Land of Sacred Blood

Chapter 718 717.The True Mystery of the Land of Sacred Blood

Venerable Lord Paying did not stay in the Valley of the Shadowed Shadow for too long, but just this glimpse was impressive enough.

Especially when a group of players posted the short CG video of “His Holiness’ visit” to the increasingly lively Transylvania Tavern App, the video immediately received a favorite.

The reason for this is probably because Lord Payeng is the first “camp leader” that players have come into contact with in the course of the game, and he really means a lot to vampire players.

Even though everyone’s origin is Transylvanian, some people have realized that once the Black Plague storyline is over and the entire continent map is opened up, players will be able to freely choose their area of activity, and at that time, the vampire players, who have a great deal of advantage in the current storyline, will have to face a very difficult choice.

The novice village Transylvania for vampire tolerance attitude in the whole continent is a unique, other places of NPC will not spoil the vampires to do whatever they want, they are difficult to connect the task in other areas, only in a few clans to play around.

Lord Murphy’s identity as the Governor of Transylvania is not considered prestigious in the entire continent, and his popularity is even far less than that of Grand Duke Tris’ Scarlet Witch.

When it comes to that time, vampire players who want to mix comfortably in the outside world will have to have a backer with a hard enough background.

Before Lord Murphy grows up, the thousand year venerable Lord Paying is undoubtedly the thickest golden thigh in the vampire society, as long as the black plague will take advantage of the personal reputation of the venerable Lord Paying and the blood alliance clan’s camp reputation to brush up, and in the future go out and walk on the continent in the name of the “venerable lord’s favor”, at least do not have to worry about walking on the road to be the righteous NPC secretly sack. NPCs will not have to worry about being secretly sacked by righteous NPCs on the road.

Isn’t this the greatest significance of the existence of NPCs of the level of “camp leader”?

Moreover, more importantly, the appearance of His Eminence is stunning enough, although in terms of pure handsomeness it is not as good as Lord Murphy’s, but his kind of mature man and artist perfect combination of independent temperament, obviously poked the hidden corners of every man’s heart.

As a cheerful and lively big boy, who wouldn’t want to become a cool, handsome and strong, trustworthy and stable man like His Eminence in the future?

“This is too much.”

As Brother Firechild watched the Exalted Lord and a group of Blood Vulture bigwigs leave from outside the crowd in the Phantom Shadow Valley, he couldn’t help but spit out his words to Yuan, who was constantly touching his face beside him:
“Lord Murphy is fine, that kind of handsomeness I know is a fantasy beauty that’s impossible to see in the real world, but this Venerable Lord Paying isn’t actually so handsome that he’s tragically handsome, that kind of aura of his can be really blowing people away.”

“Who says otherwise?”

Yuan Someone slapped his face as he whispered:
“I heard from the forums that choosing a vampire race seems to have a hidden ‘beauty’ setting, why don’t you and I try it out? Orchids are fine, but look at Lady Water. Your eyes were straight when you looked at Venerable Lord Paying just now ah.

Older brother, aren’t you worried?”

“There’s no point in me worrying.”

Brother Firenze bristled:

“Besides, what can I do? Even if I can have a face-lift, I still can’t get that kind of unique strong aura, so I might as well hurry up and cultivate, and try to learn how to change into a bear to please my wife in a few days.

Speaking of which, do you think it’s better to choose a damage-resistant bear for my first wilderness form as a druid?

Or should I choose a reindeer that can carry my wife around?”

“Of course it’s a reindeer, what else is there to choose?”

Yuan someone spat out:

“Don’t you have a part-time shield warrior? You need to resist damage you trample all the way over and then change into a person to carry the shield is not on the line? I suggest that you don’t choose those battle forms, just favor healing plus assistance.

You see, you become a deer carrying Mrs. Water running around, when she needs you can also become a scouting eagle, fish swimming in the water and trapping spiders, this is the perfect match with others ah.

Mrs. Water herself is going to turn into a white knight, she is biased towards combat and healing, the combination of the two of you is basically the same as ‘undefeatable’.

It’s too rascal.”

“Makes sense!”

Firenze thought it was a great idea and settled on the first wilderness form.

While the two grown men were discussing their careers, their girlfriends and wives were already chasing after His Holiness to see where that very poking “handsome uncle” was going.

But they lost him and were caught by Ms. Dorothy, who arranged two errands for them, much to the disappointment of Mrs. Water and Orchid.

However, this is actually a kind of protection, because the place where His Holiness Pa Ying is going is not for them to set foot on.

However, before the Exalted Lord left the valley, he left his flying feathered unicorn Aurora here, and also instructed the members of the Blood Vulture Clan to make sure to take care of their mounts.

It was also unknown which Great Intelligence player had exchanged what kind of communication with Aurora in what kind of mental state and through what kind of means, in short, a powerful news was quickly circulated among the player community.

His Holiness Pa Ying’s mount “Aurora” actually had a personal reputation!
Some players who were proficient in the beast language had already received a mission from Lord Aurora, who was a bit tired from the long flight today, and asked the players to find a few handsome local horses to play with him, as well as to eat Transylvania’s specialty fruits.

If possible, hunt a few more heads of odorless prey for Lord Aurora to come.

As the mount of the Thousand-Year Lord, although Lord Aurora would not directly reward the players, it promised that if the quality of service of the players was good enough, then if one day there were players who wanted to become a member of the Knights of the Blood League, it would allow them to join its own “Continental Famous Stallion Brotherhood”, and would also grant the players the following The honorary title of “Lord Aurora’s Third Squire” was also given to the player.

The cunning unicorn seemed to have seen through the players’ desire to kneel down and lick the honorable lord, so it repeatedly hinted that it could speak in front of its “good brother”, Payeng.

This was rightfully interpreted by the players as a “pre-quest” for the opening of His Holiness Pa Ying’s personal reputation.

Obviously, a flying feather unicorn that had lived for more than a thousand years had attainments in the item of “pretending to be a god” that could never be imagined by ordinary players, and in just a few words, they mobilized the enthusiasm of these players who were idly learning to bray like donkeys, and all of them ran off to prepare various kinds of enjoyment for Lord Aurora to take a rest with.

There are also a few players left to give aurora adults repair horse palm by the way to do massage.

That care is called a thoughtful.

His Holiness probably didn’t expect that his own warhorse would actually become some sort of communication bridge between him and the foreigners, but with His Holiness’s character, he probably wouldn’t care even if he knew.

He was a very arrogant person.

Only those who were recognized would be able to get into his eyes, and if he really wanted to brush up on Venerable Lord Paying’s personal reputation, the players would probably have their hands full.
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“Buzz.”

With the flickering of the Scarlet Gate, the “Day Trip to the Forbidden Zone” program was officially launched, led by the administrator of the Swamp Exhibition Hall, Lord Murphy, and the assistant director, Ms. Tris.

The portal opened directly in front of the forbidden zone, and His Holiness Pa Ying stepped out with great strides, followed by his own Silent Sacred Lance that could levitate on its own. In the past very cold necessary evil today is very good, like a cat that has seen a mouse, very good hanging in Murphy’s waist pretending that he is just a poor little dumb magic sword.

Murphy is probably able to feel the necessary evil for the holy gun eternal silence of fear, he guessed that this guy back then arrogant when not less by the holy gun lesson.

But before Murphy and Tris could walk into the exhibition hall with the Exalted Lord, a huge vibration rang out from the far side of a calm Zone A.

Murphy’s face changed slightly as he turned back to the calm-faced Venerable Lord Paying:
“Why don’t you go in first? It’s Giant Snake Lord Orr coming over to seek revenge.”

“Eh?”

His Holiness asked in surprise:
“Do I have a grudge against the Giant Snake?”

“That armor you are wearing, Your Holiness, is the same Giant Snake Inner Armor that Old Edward made for you, made from the leather of Ninkinanka, and its raw material came from the Giant Snake that you decapitated back then.

That was Ole’s mate.”

Tris explained:
“I heard this story from Salokdar, but he didn’t make it clear why you were in conflict with the giant snake back then. Swamp giants like them are usually very docile creatures and intelligent.

It stands to reason that it shouldn’t have progressed to the point of fighting for their lives.”

“Well, that angry giant snake.”

The Thousand-Year Venerable Lord nodded, he wasn’t daunted, and said softly:

“At that time, we left the Dark Mountain Range and trekked inland, by way of the Filthy Swamp we were suddenly attacked by the giant snake, at that time everyone was in a poor state, we were still in the intermittent mania of amnesia, even I was affected by that emotion.

The giant snakes were repelled by us three times, and on their fourth attack I failed to close my hand.

We were weak at the time, and in great need of power-rich blood to rid ourselves of our weakness, but the giant serpent was not in the right state then either, and I remember very well that it attacked us like mad, as if there was some kind of evil in us that it could not let go of.

It seemed to be a scent that only they could smell.”

“Orr and its mate were raised by His Excellency, Vic Fato Fesnolatu, the Mad Blood Archduke whose last job was none other than the curator of the Swamp Exhibit, my ‘predecessor’.”

Murphy explained in a whisper:
“But in the ancient memories I’ve seen, he himself was left in the ruins of the Eden District, and there was no Archduke Madblood among the original vampires, so perhaps that’s why Giant Snake misunderstood you.

It feels that you have victimized its ‘father’.

What a tragedy.”

“I I can’t remember, there were some flashbacks but I felt nothing, perhaps the reason was due to exactly what you said, perhaps the sealing of the sacred blood that lasted for a thousand years was something else.” The Venerable Lord’s expression was a bit grim for the moment.

He didn’t think that Murphy would lie to him about such things, but the truth was that he had long forgotten those things that meant so much to himself and even to his entire race.

Right in the middle of the trio’s conversation, the angry Giant Serpent Lord Ouer appeared in front of the exhibition hall by flashing across the muddy water, and at the sight of Venerable Lord Paying, Ouer displayed an anger he had never seen before.

Not even the time it almost died in Wolf Castle had it been this angry.

The jeweled scales on its entire body shimmered with a halo that was about to inspire, its eyes stared deathly at its mate’s murderer, and the cloudy mane on its neck stood on end, even as a layer of inky, shattered light wrapped around the unicorn horn on top of its head.

It was appalling.

But it didn’t immediately launch an attack on the Exalted Lord, as the current Pavilion Master, Murphy, flapped his wings and blocked in front of it.

The curator would not allow it to launch an attack on Venerable Pa Ying, but it wasn’t that Murphy was biased; he glanced back at Venerable Pa Ying, who tilted his head back to look at the giant serpent, and he could understand the kind of anger at the loss of his closest relative that was burning through the beautiful creature’s mind.

So, after a few seconds of silence, he spoke:

“The conflict a thousand years ago was a tragedy caused by an accident, Noble Giant Serpent.

It is not my place to ask you to forgive me, but if I can enter the exhibition hall and find memories, if it is confirmed that this is all about your father, Vic Fato Fesnolatu, then I promise that I will do everything in my power to save my brother back then.

I will bring him back here to meet you if I can.

At that time, if you are still determined to take revenge, then I will give you a chance to challenge me.

But not now.

I can’t stop fighting yet much less stop advancing.”

Though the Venerable Lord spoke the words with his mouth, perhaps it was the secret method originating from the Blood Alliance Clan that allowed his meaning to echo in the mind of the Giant Serpent Lord Orr along with his words, allowing the Giant Serpent to understand what Pa Ying meant.

It roared.

It didn’t seem to believe the promise of this villainous vampire, but the other party did mention its “father”, which made Ole hesitate, and after a few seconds, its onyx-like eyes looked at Murphy.

The current curator nodded to Ole, making a gesture of witness and oath, meaning that he would be the witness to the promise.

By now more giant snakes were looming.

Ole’s anger was sensed by them, and right now these were the only individuals left of their pack, so Ole’s hatred was also the hatred of the giant snakes.

Once the fight started here, even if the Exalted Lord was more powerful, it was absolutely impossible for him to retreat in one piece against the siege of seven adult Legendary Giant Snakes.

Murphy had already called out the second assistant in charge of security in the forbidden zone, ready to activate the forbidden zone force to stop the fight at any time, but Ole was surprisingly calm, probably seeing little Cavendina and her two newly hatched partners also mixing with the giant serpents, gleefully and probingly letting out childish growls.

The three cubs took this as a fun game, they couldn’t yet understand what hatred meant.

Orr growled a few times and finally gave the Venerable Lord Paying a hard stare, turning to rattle the mire and disappearing into the vampire’s field of vision with his own people in tow.

“Looks like another blood debt that must be repaid is credited to me.”

Venerable Lord Paying shook his head.

He stopped commenting on the matter, and Murphy and Tris exchanged glances as they led the Venerable Lord into the exhibition hall, and after a set of processes to authenticate and grant visitor’s privileges, they made their way to the bio-room on the ground floor.

“Begin.”

His Holiness Pa Ying looked at the bio-chamber in front of him.

There wasn’t much surprise in his eyes, he had seen similar devices in those confusing flashback images, he himself had been familiar with them in the last epoch, he even remembered the vague process of using them.

He removed the cloak from his body, stripped off his top and stood in front of the silently activated bio-pod wearing only a pair of scarlet boxers, and used some sort of secret method to summon the Blood Alliance Certificate of Pride Shard that he always carried with him, handing it to Murphy before Tris activated the thing by following the previous authentication process.

The Honorable Director allowed himself to be covered by the clear biofluid, not resisting the slumbering power emanating from it, and letting himself go into a deep hibernation.

Murphy and Tris exchanged a glance, and the scarlet witch clicked on the screen to activate the “Candidate Authentication”.

Almost at the same moment, Murphy’s head ached, exactly the same as the scene that resonated when Mrs. Shani browsed through the ancient memories, and he was pulled into a certain ancient memory because of the memory entanglement between Salokdar and Lord Paying.

It was good that this time there were no embarrassing peachy images.

It was still in that simple area full of future technology style, but this time the only people talking were Salokdar and Payeng, and they seemed to be in a place like a drawing room.

Salokdar was wearing a leotard style navigator’s uniform and cradling his helmet in his hand, while beside him, Venerable Lord Paying was finishing his painting in the manner of an artist, and giving himself a pumpkin hat to wear on his head.

“I’m about to leave to pick up Fato back over at the Swamp Sanctuary, his term as curator there is over, and that pussy is probably going to burst into tears, you know, he’s the most caring of us all.”

Sarokdar grumbled a bit helplessly:

“And I know he’s got to be pushing the ‘Perfect Race’ project he wants to accomplish again this time he’s back, but something almost went wrong with Lily as a test subject last time, and that was a heterosexual clone made from your blood!

You have custodial responsibility for Lily, aren’t you going to comment on that?”

“Fato is our big brother, Salokdar, and I don’t have the authority to veto his proposal, not to mention, Fato is also looking out for the future of the Blood Clan.”

The young Venerable Lord Paying had a gentle personality, and he continued painting while saying:

“And as you know, even more radical plans than Fato’s were passed in the Eden District, it wasn’t enough for them to mold two generations of Jackals, they were also planning to develop a third generation of the Inquisitor, and those guys even nicknamed it ‘Khan’ in a very offensive way.

It’s crazy.

Fato’s plans are so mild in comparison.”

“But you’re a member of Eden’s governing council, Payeng, and you can read documents that we’re not qualified to read, so I think it’s fair to assume that you know the risks inherent in this.”

Salokdar said softly:

“I’m not trying to constrain Fato, I’m saying that you should probably start an initiative in the committee to ban this increasingly excessive biological experimentation altogether. The ambitions of some of your companions in the Eden Sector are overblown; they are trying to become Creators and enjoying it.

This is not the Eden Zone’s creation program!

The Creator didn’t leave us the Greenhouse of Life so that some of us could try to become ‘gods’!”

“I understand.”

Payeng put down his brush helplessly as he looked back at his brother as he said:

“A similar proposal is already going through the process, but it’s not the most pressing matter in the Eden Sector at the moment, there have been some disturbing echoes from the ‘Old God’s Cage’ side. I’m currently tasked with tracking down a fellow called the ‘Lord of Darkness’, which is making a lot of noise and trying to break out of the Creator’s cage.

I need to finish this first.

Also I’ll let you in on a secret, just a few days ago the committee managed to decrypt a secret plan left behind by the Creator a long time ago.

It’s called the ‘Administrator Program’.

It is a means prepared by the Creator to prevent problems with the recovery of the planet, the Creator set up some secret warehouses all over the world for this program, the committee felt that it would be a great waste of resources to leave the supplies in those secret warehouses there, so they decided to seek out and activate those warehouses.

This makes me feel uneasy, Salokdar, and I need you to keep an eye on this while you’re out and about.

If the Creator feels that this project is necessary, then those of us he saved from the ‘Great Extinction’ should embrace his thinking, not make decisions in his place.”

“What are you going to do?”

“We can’t stop the ambitious guys on the committee, but we can covertly protect the Creator’s blueprints by taking those warehouses ahead of time and storing them in a place only we know about.

That way, if the Future Administrator program does get off the ground, that Chosen One, who has been given a heavy responsibility and duty, won’t have to save the world with his bare hands.

I’ve already chosen a place, and I’m calling it. The Land of Sacred Blood!”

(End of chapter)