Chapter 745: Shock! The Sage of Scarlet Fortress is actually a murderer

Chapter 743 742.Shocked! Scarlet Fort’s saint was actually a murderous butcher?

For Lina’s last-minute description of the previous generation’s Master Purifier sacrificing himself to locate the King of Bone Biting and calling out the Sun Ship’s attack on the earth was not exactly a load of nonsense and self-promotion by the members of the Tower of the Ring.

In fact, the incident is documented in the history of the Blood Vulture Clan.

Although Tris had already “died” for a long time, Salokdar was after all one of the camp leaders who had personally participated in the Fourth Black Plague, and according to the description in Salokdar’s diary that Murphy had found in the Scarlet Cloisters, on the fateful day that decided the defeat of the Bone Biter King, there was indeed a great one who sacrificed himself in order to pave the way to victory.

Basically, it can be concluded that the “great one” he referred to was Master Myrddin.

Moreover, this was the diary of a vampire grand duke, and for him, as an ancient one, to praise a human’s feat in his own diary, it could be seen that Myrmidon was a glorious figure in the era of a hundred years ago.

And of course, it also emphasizes the terrible pressure that the King of Bone Biters put on everyone in those days.

Even a fellow like Salokdar would have breathed a sigh of relief at Frederick’s defeat, and even solemnly recorded the sights of that day with a trembling pen and a relieved heart.

Murphy, however, was skeptical that the Tower of the Ring, which seemed to be doing all the bad things at the moment, could give birth to such an upright and selfless hero, and it wasn’t until after Lina’s adaptation to vampiric powers had caused her to need to sleep in her coffin that Tris had given Murphy and Phineas an introduction to the Tower of the Ring as she saw it.

“Actually, well, I think Lena’s description has so much truth to it, because in my time, the Tower of the Ring still had a very positive image, at least the tone when people discussed it was much softer than when they discussed vampires.”

Tris opened her mouth, only to be greeted with a spat from Femis:

“Isn’t that nonsense?
Few other creatures on this continent get the ‘super treatment’ that we vampires get anymore, even the people in that forest in the Antani region, where vampires don’t exist at all, speak of us with disgust.

What a hell of a thing to say.

I don’t even know where the vampires ran off and stole their family’s rice, or jumped into a well while holding the children of those forest people? It’s fine for others to scold us, why should they scold us too when they’re not even close to us?”

“Uh, that’s probably one of the original sins of vampires.”

Murphy soothed an upset Firmis as he sighed:

“For all the shit the Ancients in our civilization did, the rest of the continent still allows us to live here, and we already have to thank people for not killing us. Tris go on, as I recall, the Tower of the Ring was only founded by you during that era as well?”

“What do you mean by my era? Make it seem like I’m old!”

Tris also glared angrily at Murphy, then sighed and said:

“But it’s true, the Tower of the Ring was established in Era 610, that is, 500 years ago, that year my young father had just brought his family out of Sachs into Transylvania to settle down, said it was a migration, but actually it was to escape from his enemies.

It was a time when mankind was still in a city-state society of slavery in the late stages of the clan system.

My father was the youngest son of the lord of a small city-state, and my mother came from a rival city-state, tsk, tsk, so really too much like Romeo and Juliet.

Anyway, according to what I remember my father saying, the Tower of the Ring was founded by a group of assembled hillbilly tribesmen wizards who decided to form their own mage organization after learning a lot of rudimentary psychic spells from the Silver Dwarves of the Anjou region, just as the Sangha mission that traveled around the world at the time discovered the peculiar demiplane in the White Cliffs.

The Tower of the Ring was founded in that sheltered half dimension by the light of the Songhai people.

The name is said to come from the five towers that already existed in the half-dimension, which were built in a ring-shaped area that, now that I think about it, would have been some sort of creation from the Golden Age, but I don’t really understand why the Sanghaians didn’t take away the legacy of the Creator from that half-dimension?
Maybe because there was some sort of weirdness?
Anyway, the Tower of the Ring has grown quickly since its creation.

It’s said that it’s because the pure spiritual energy that fills the White Cliffs Demiplane has allowed the spellcasters in it to grow quickly, and of course the vampires who mixed with humans at the beginning of the Era played a big role in that process.

I’ve heard that for a time, the Secret Blood Clan was even invited to reside in White Cliffs to teach those mages the mysteries of psychic energy hiss, and if you think about it, the Secret Blood Clan’s disappearance from the Divine Crypt coincided with their expulsion from White Cliffs after their conflict with the Tower of the Ring.

It was in the year 725 of the Era right after the Second Black Plague occurred.

I remember it well because that was the year that Boris, the war hero of the Northmen and also their hero-king, built the city called Borisgrad on the edge of the Great Wilderness and launched a war of conquest against the Great Wilderness in the height of summer that year.

It was a very monumental year.

At that time, the Tower of the Ring had grown into the largest psychic organization among humans, but it still couldn’t fight against the rising Church of Avalon, and was always crushed by others.

The real highlight of the Tower of the Ring came during the Second Black Night War, when they, along with the Old Church, formed the backbone of humanity’s fight against the vampires, and unlike the Old Church, which burned vampire worshippers at the time, the Tower of the Ring dealt with it in a much more sensible and decent manner.

In those days, despite the rivalry between the two sides, many psychics had a vampire buddy or two.

It can be said that throughout history, the Tower of the Ring has always played a sensible, mysterious and neutral image in human society, they rarely get involved in the politics of the mortal realm, and even practiced a kind of ‘seclusion’ philosophy.

They worshipped transcendent power, chased after wisdom, and thirsted for truth, and thus everyone I remember was very sanguine.

Only when human society suffered a major threat did those powerful and outstanding psychics appear, such as every Black Plague, the Tower of the Ring played a rather important role, remember Old Qin’s necromancer friend, Old Baldwin?
He was once a member of the Tower of the Ring, and also briefly served as the Tower Master of the Plastic Energy Tower.

At that time, the Tower of the Ring wasn’t an organization of spellcasters in the Silan Kingdom, they accepted apprentices to face the entire human world, so their reputation was quite good, and for a long time, the Tower of the Ring was called the ‘Hidden Guardian’.”

Hearing this, Murphy nodded as he asked the crucial question:

“Then, when did the Tower of the Ring begin to break away from its hermit career and truly intervene in the functioning of mortal society on a large scale?”

“I’m not too sure, at least before my ‘death’, they maintained a rather low-profile and conservative style, but based on the information I’ve accessed during this period of time, it should be after the fourth Black Plague, that is, it started a hundred years ago.”

Tris narrowed her eyes and swept a glance at Lina, who was resting in her coffin, as she said:
“It seems to be right after they activated that ‘Great Dean’!
They then went from a group of conservative but wise hermit mage monks to an organization with clear goals, cold tactics, and efficiency in a short period of time, and that’s when their great expansion began.

Although Lina didn’t explicitly say so, I guess that there was also a deep involvement of the Tower of the Ring behind the Ten Year War and the fall of the Old Religion.

Of course, judging from those descriptions of Old Finok, the internal corrosion of the Church of Avalon before its fall was already shocking.

If the Tower of the Ring was truly ‘guarding the world of mankind’ as they claimed, then it would be quite right for them to make a move against the Church of Avalon; after all, even the Grey Knights had begun to actively desecrate the natural sanctuaries of the Antani region, where the Old Religion had originated.

That faith-based organization deserved to be buried as well.

Honestly, just from my own past experience, the vampires loathe the Church of Avalon far more than they loathe the Tower of the Ring, which hasn’t been a threatening organization for a long time.

And Dusk also happened to be formed about a hundred years ago.

The timing of this is subtle, Murphy, and I’m guessing that if we can meet that ‘Grand Abbot’ we’ll be able to figure out the details that are hidden in history.

About the inner corrosion of the Tower of the Ring”

“We definitely need to go, the Great Dean is suspected to be an AI from the Golden Age, and Venerable Lord Paying said that the core AI in the Eden Sector was also partially affected by the subspace shock, so it’s hard to say what that Great Dean’s position really is?”

Murphy shook his head and said:
“A Golden Age AI can have too many tricks up its sleeve to try to play God, and with all due respect, I really don’t think that those cloistered practitioners playing with their minds can outwit a digital being like that.”

“What the hell are you guys talking about! Why do I feel like I understand every word, but it’s weird after combining them in your mouths?”

Next to her, Femis was listening to the Secret History of the Tower of the Ring properly, but the more she listened, the more wrong it became, especially when Murphy spoke out the speculation of the Golden Era, she was completely unable to understand it. This made Phimis feel like she was excluded from the collective, making her very unhappy.

That said, since this great lady was revealed by Tris to be her true age and true identity, she quickly discarded the kind of competence and maturity that she had just debuted with, and flew towards the grooming that should be expected of a young girl in her thirties, which was really a bit taut.

Adele is obviously about the same age as her, but the two of them together feel like “mother and daughter” almost.

Murphy glanced at Phineas and then looked at Tris, the Blood Vulture Grand Duke nodded, so Murphy said to Phineas:
“In your past period of time indulging in otherworldly fandango, fantasizing about being an awesome vampire horse monkey booze, we found out some secrets about the last epoch, as well as vampire’s original sin.

It’s not that we won’t tell you, it’s just that these mysteries may be a bit too exciting for you; after all, you have a blooded Divine Seed in you, and it’s hard to tell what effect this knowledge will have on you.

If you really want to know, let Tris tell you some of the simple ones first, I’ll see the reaction, and if it’s good, I’ll tell you the rest of those as well.

Phemis, you need to understand.

You may look like a vampire, but you’re much more complex on the inside.”

“I understand, I understand, a complicated and mysterious body is often one of the standard equipment of the protagonist, I don’t feel hesitant or confused by it, especially after coming into contact with the adventure novels of otherworldly people and those movies and TVs, I’ve fully understood that it’s a burden I must bear in this turbulent life!”

Femis proudly puffed out her flat chest as she exclaimed:

“Tell me all those secrets, I am ready to accept this! Besides, the seed in my body seems to be on the verge of sprouting lately”

“What?”

Murphy was taken aback, and he asked a little nervously:

“Have you consulted Avalon? Is this kind of seed germination normal? Will you turn into a tree?”

“No, it won’t, it’s just a symbolic statement, no flowers or leaves will grow on my head, you lack of imagination fool, Murph! I am the seed! Not a seed growing inside me, do you understand?
Becoming a sperm!

Do you understand?

Just understand me as ‘seed essence’.”

Femis corrected Murphy’s misconception with a very graphic and also very magical analogy as she tilted her head and said:
“Recently, Avalon seems to be very busy, when I asked Him about it, He didn’t answer me properly, He just told me that once the Seed of Divine Power truly germinates, I will enter the ‘high-speed growth period’, well, His words were that I will awaken my true talent after drawing the nutrients from the power and advance all the way to the Demigod The Realm of the Demigods.

Since my essence is the Divine Seed of Avalon, I can also be regarded as a mutated heir of the God of Nature, and being a Demigod is only my ultimate form, it doesn’t mean I’ll stay in that form forever.

But there are currently no demigod vampires on the continent, right?

Will I be the first?”

“Shit!”

Tris and Murphy both sounded dumbfounded as the Blood Vulture Archduke spat:

“A half-god vampire! How can our Blood Vulture Clan be so virtuous? Even Venerable Lord Paying is stuck in that line and can’t get past it, so how come you have this honor of being promoted all the way up? Besides, what was that you said about Avalon being busy lately?
Hmm?
Aren’t we forgetting something?”

Tris looked around and quickly realized that while they were here discussing the affairs of the Tower of the Ring, they had forgotten about the second chest that Lady Shani had sent, and it was a good thing that this chest was also a creation of the Secret Blood Clan, which also had the same effect of freezing time.

Therefore, after opening the wooden chest, the exotic maiden Chuchut who was restrained inside was not in danger of her life.

It was just that when she awoke from her baby-like sleep rubbing her eyes, what she saw was two large and three small vampires poking their heads out around her coffin board surveying her.

This startled Chuchoot, and she subconsciously felt for her obsidian hunting knife, only to have it grabbed in Tris’s hand by a quick eye.

Its intent was to prevent Chuchoot from doing something stupid, but just as soon as Tris picked the thing up, the nearby Femis let out a scream and flew over with a standard Otter Flying Kick technique, kicking the Obsidian Hunting Knife out of Tris’s hand.

The thing hovered and lodged itself in the ground, the special power on it activated, and in the next second there was a sun-like flash of radiance that directly blinded the three vampires, causing them to flee from that room in disarray, covered in white smoke.

Luckily, they escaped quickly, otherwise the direct impact of that concentration of solar energy would have “vaporized” Murphy, who had the worst strength.

“Damn it! That thing is a divine item!”

Tris, who had rarely lost her hand and had covered her face to prevent Murphy from seeing her ugly appearance after being burned, exclaimed:

“I’ve never seen that kind of divine power, but I think that thing is similar to the sun divine power of the Church of the Brilliant Blazing Sun! But it’s obviously more active and a bit more furious.”

“I saw monsters that looked like birds and snakes!”

Phimis also covered her face and screamed:
“I swear I saw it right, right there in that solar fire, was that maybe the face of that strange god? That’s not a god of the Old World!
Ah, Avalon was startled!
He told me it was Kurkan, the feathered serpent sun god of the New World, patron saint of the Aztec kingdom, and second only to Oo and Sue in power among the giant spirits of the astral world. That young girl sent by Shani is the divine choice of the Feathered Serpent Sun God?
Hell no!

The New World is tens of thousands of miles away from here, how can a Divine Chosen leave the territory of a deity so far away?”

“Because, my kingdom has suffered a great problem, even the great Kurkan has been affected by death and war, the once incomparably benevolent Him has begun to slip towards the dark side of bloodthirsty and madness.”

Chuchoot’s sad voice sounded from the other side of the door as she whispered:

“I am not the divine choice of the Feathered Serpent God, I am merely a priest, the divine choice of Kurkan has already been sacrificed in the battle against those ‘white demons’ yes, the pioneers of the Old World! You have wreaked terrible havoc in my kingdom!

I left my homeland to come to your great land to find a way to save the gods and the kingdom.

Also, Avalon, I’ve heard the name, there was a very powerful ‘Demon Lord’ among those white demons who galloped through my homeland on a red warhorse, and an entire army of ours was slaughtered by him.

That’s the name that that madman-like Demon King shouted as he carried out his massacre, and you just called Him the God of Nature?

No, He is not the God of Nature.”

Chuchut’s words made Murphy frown tightly, next to him Tris pulled his sleeve, Murphy hesitated and said to Chuchut:
“You come with me.”

After saying that, he led Chuchute out of here to the middle level of the Blood Wyvern Cloister, and pointed at the statue of Old Finok as he reached the front of the Holy Blood Hall that had just been cleared, and said:
“The ‘Demon King’ you mentioned, is that him?”

“Right! That’s him! The White Demon King on the red horse! He wears the cloak of death and brings green annihilation.”

Chuchoot was very excited to carry the obsidian blade that pulsed with flames, to go forward and destroy the stone statue of old Finok, the hatred and anger contained in this young girl’s eyes could not be faked.

But Murphy stopped her.

He glanced at the statue of Old Finoc, sighed and said:
“Keep coming with me, the ‘White Demon King’ as you call him is dead! Dead in the ruins of the hall just ahead, and I’ll tell you the story of him . Besides, though I’m not qualified to say so, old Finnock, he
He’s not as bad as you think.”

(End of chapter)