Chapter 746: Murphy and the Flaming Chalice

Chapter 744 743. murphy and the flaming chalice

“I don’t know what all old Finnock did in the New World, but from the only words he revealed to me, it was really quite horrible, filling the head of the last White Knight Saint this world ever saw with thoughts of self-destruction.

He went there to find the three Oak Sacred Blades of Avalon.

And he found them.

The price was that he lost himself.

Perhaps the moment he returned to the Old World, he was on the path of destined death.”

In the hall of holy blood that had been cleared out because the old flywheel was going to dig up the raw gold burning ore, Murphy walked among them with a disgusted-looking Chuchut.

The place was currently still semi-enclosed, with all the debris above it pressing down on the branches of the huge, cage-like oak that Old Fenok had incarnated, making the once Holy Blood Hall now look like a marvelous conglomeration of earthly rocks and giant plants.

The sub-space aura that had been cut off from it had long since dissipated and purified, and all that flowed through it was the purest of natural scents.

Of course, the shaping of the direct subspace power made the underground of this place filled with huge amounts of raw burnt gold, and even though the surface layer had already been mined out, those automated excavators designed by Old Flywheel were still digging day and night in the pits below, and the piling up of those burnt gold also gave this place a rather marvelous result.

Even as Murphy stood here, he could feel the various thoughts in his mind surging in a way that was too active to be true, especially those desires of all shapes and sizes.

Blood vultures were originally a desire ethnicity.

Blood vulture vampires can hardly suppress the thoughts of pleasure and desire, which can be seen in the posture of Tris after she opened her “meat” and couldn’t stop.

In this land of gold, Murphy’s various evil thoughts surged, even forcing him to use a weak omega program to suppress them.

Behind him, there was even less to say about Chuchut.

The anger and disgust in her heart had been completely catalyzed, and with that strange obsidian sword in her hand, she was surveying the sacred oak around her with the eyes of a lumberjack, thinking about how to cut down the giant tree of divinity that was the incarnation of the “White Demon King”.

Obviously, she didn’t think that the death of old Finocchi would wash away the despair and disaster he had brought to the Aztecs.

“I’m not trying to whitewash Old Finoc’s sins, I’m just using his experience to warn you, young lady of the Otherworld, that even a staunch saint such as Old Finoc can commit horrible acts after being seduced by the twilight, and do evil things that kill his conscience for a great goal.

You should have learned your lesson from him.

To be honest, I don’t think that you have traveled alone from the New World to the Old World without being noticed by the pervasive Dusk, and I think that all of your current actions may be in their plans.

They are going to use you to accomplish some evil purpose.”

Murphy spoke in a deep voice.

Chuchoot stared at the handsome vampire in front of her with a suspicious look on her face, and after a few seconds, she said:

“So Dusk is your enemy? And my enemy?”

“You’ve been dealing with them for years and you don’t even know their names?”

Murphy said in surprise:

“Although they are good at hiding, such a high-profile action will always reveal a lot of information.”

“They don’t go by that name over there, they would call themselves ‘People of Redemption’ or ‘Followers of Truth’.”

The very young Chuchut explained:

“As to whether or not I will be tracked by them, I don’t think you need to worry about that, Kurkan, the Sun God of the Feathered Serpent, gave me my mission and protection, and no one will be able to track me through prophecy or spells.”

“Wait!”

Murphy narrowed his eyes as he said:

“But you just said that your patron god has been tainted by death and darkness? That sounds contradictory Well, you don’t have to explain, I probably get it. Your Protectorate God’s side that belongs to order is fighting against its own tainted dark side, right?
The equivalent of Avalon and Ms. Spider.”

“I don’t know much about your gods here, but Lina explained it for me with the same answer, and I’m guessing that would be the closest example to the truth in your understanding.”

Chuchuat wasn’t very willing to discuss her gods, she said vaguely:
“But Kurkan, who is as brilliant as the sun, did say that He might have to face a difficult choice, and He asked me to find some knowledge in the Katana that would help Him to be pure again, and He said that that knowledge could only exist in the darkest of places.

I don’t have that much time, Vampire Lord.

Lena told me I could find the knowledge I need in the ancient land of Calum, where the people worship the harmonization of yin and yang, and they always have a way of separating the two sides of a thing.”

“Or perhaps I could take you to Mossy Hollow and find the original shrine of the Spider Lady there.”

Murphy offered another suggestion.

He said:

“Avalon had suffered something very similar to your Feathered Serpent God, a part of Him fell and blackened from years of battling subspace, and He used extreme methods to separate that part from within Himself to form a fourth Dark Side.

The same source, but two extreme individuals.

I also have a Divine Chosen of Ms. Spider beside me, and you can request these past hidden secrets from her.”

“How do you you know all this?”

Ms. Chuchoot said in shock:
“Aren’t you a vampire? Lina told me that vampires are fallen beings loathed by all the gods, and the fact that Kurkan’s Blazing Sun Blade reacted violently to you shows that!
He dislikes you, even loathes you, and I have never seen the benevolent Feathered Serpent God so loathe a certain kind of being that he has just met.”

“It was our own fault, and we deserved it.”

Murphy said with a wave of his hand:

“But I am a unique vampire, I know all the secrets of all the gods, and if you don’t believe me, you can let me touch that blazing blade of the Feathered Serpent God in your hand, and I don’t think I’ll be incinerated by it.”

“You’re crazy!”

Chuchoot stared at Murphy with the eyes of a madman as she took a step back, hiding her obsidian hunting knife behind her, and said:

“I don’t want to be sentenced to death for murdering a local lord on my first day in a new place, the Blazing Sun Blade can call upon the fire of the sun, I saw clearly just now that you Midnight Sons can’t resist that purifying flame.”

“I’m just giving you an example.”

Murphy spread his hands and said:

“Showing you goodwill, I know how to deal with believers very well, Chuchut, pleasing your god will allow you to see me as a friend as fast as you can.

There are many secrets hidden in you, unfortunately we are in a war and I don’t have that much time to take my time and make friends with you, but only this most direct way, come on, let me touch it and pay my respects to your god.

I promise that if Kulkan needs help then I will do my best to help Him.

It’s not that I am naturally zealous, it’s just a job I have to do”

“No way! The Blazing Sun Blade is too dangerous.”

Shaking her head vigorously so that all her hair braids were shaken out of their coiled state, Chuchuete looked at Murphy, hesitated, and said:
“But it can be proven with another thing. You’re right, if Kurkan thinks you’re credible, then I can believe you too.”

With that said, she removed something that dazzled Murphy from the small, decorative-like purse she had secured behind her waist.

It was a drinking horn that resembled an ivory wine glass.

Made from the claws or teeth of some kind of wild beast, it was also carved by the great craftsmen into a feathery giant snake that encircled the body of the cup, appearing to be very artistic, and even though its technique was very different from the style of the Old Continent, it could still be seen that it was definitely some kind of precious sacrificial object.

When Chuchute was holding it, the ivory wine cup was still wrapped with a layer of the sun’s flame, but there was a hint of a disturbing black shadow mixed in with the reddish-golden color of the fire.

It seemed that Kurkan was in a bad way indeed. But what surprised Murphy more was the true identity of this thing, and he exclaimed:

“This is the Holy Grail of the Feathered Serpent God? You’re actually carrying around this kind of thing that can create Grail Knights in bulk? Are you really just an ordinary priest of Kulkan? Ms. Chuchoot! I’m beginning to doubt your identity.

You’d better come clean, truth be told, I also have the ability to read minds, I just didn’t use it out of politeness.”

“You actually recognize the Holy Grail?”

Chuchoot was also taken aback as she said:

“I’m also beginning to suspect your identity, Mr. Vampire, but you’d better pass Kurkan’s Blazing Sun Trial first, touch it, and if you’re a liar, then flames will pour out from this Sun Chalice to punish you.

If you pass Kurkan’s Blazing Sun Trial, then I will see you as trustworthy and tell you all my secrets.”

“Good, we have a deal.”

Murphy nodded in satisfaction as he cocked his head and said to Chuchoot:
“So, want to pull a hook? Don’t you all like to make pacts like that, little girl?”

“That’s enough from you! Vampire, I’m not the little girl you think I am!”

Chuchoot chortled in displeasure, pushing the Sun Chalice in her hand toward Murphy in a threatening manner.

She thought that this could scare the vampire, after all, this fiery sun holy relic has a natural restraint for the Dark Night Familiars, but she didn’t expect Murphy to be reckless and intimidating, not only did he not back off, but instead he stepped forward to hold the decorations on the ends of the sun chalice with both hands.

His left hand held the head of the feathered serpent, and his right hand clasped His tail.

Such a blasphemous action immediately offended this holy thing, the horrible fire of the sun from the chalice, a moment to cover Murphy, scared QiuqiuTe screamed, already in the heart of his own “assassinate the governor of Transylvania” for the crime of repentance.

But in reality, this is only the appearance.

The moment the destructive sun covered his body, Murphy immediately identified himself to the other side:

“Hey, Kurkan, this is Alpha! That’s right, the ‘Alpha’ you know, the Creator’s Divine Chosen, Administrator Alpha, you’ve heard that name in the Borderlands Pact, right? So, be gentle, will you?
Asshole, you’re going to mess up my carefully styled hair!”

Zing!
The joint code words matched.

The moment Murphy declared himself, the solar fire that tumbled and flowed on his body surface and needed only a little push to incinerate his torso immediately turned gentle, and in the midst of Chuchoot’s dumbfounded gaze, the burst of purifying fire wrapped around Murphy’s circumference, shaping the Feathered Serpent Sun God’s exquisite posture in an artistic form.

It was a great golden serpent!

Surrounded by luxurious scales, tail also inlaid with jewels and gold rings, at a glance is a “big sister” who loves beauty.

But on its backbone was full of brightly colored feathers, which gave it the characteristics of a bird, and the most exaggerated thing was that at the back of the snake’s head there were six phoenix plume-like decorative crowns of feathers, which made the snake look like a crown with flames.

The instant it was shaped, the Feathered Serpent God erected its upper body, its exaggeratedly gaudy wings opening up on the front half of its body, completely isolating it from the prying eyes of Chuchoot.

The ensuing conversation was not for her, a common little Aztec princess, to listen to.

It was a conversation between a deity and an administrator, concerning the secret secrets left behind by the Creator.

“Oh my God! Kulkan has manifested!”

Chuchoot screamed.

But in the next second, the flames of the sun that churned around her isolated the entire hall of the Holy Blood, and the blaze pushed her out of the area in a gentle gesture while turning into a pillar of fire that incinerated everything around her that shouldn’t have been there.

That’s right, that’s you!

Avalon, the “God of Prying Eyes”, who was hiding here and listening through Old Finok’s “Sacred Skeleton”!

“Touch the Grail, Alpha! Take the information you must have and then we’ll talk about me and you.”

A majestic, atmospheric lady’s voice echoed in Murphy’s mind, sounding like a handsome, muscular older sister, yay! The addition of the solar imperial sister Kurkan advanced the group of star world giants one more point towards the dilemma of yin and yang.

Murphy nodded, he knew the rule.

Just as Avalon conveyed information through the Forest Grail, the Holy Grail of the God of the Feathered Serpent must also contain some information about the mysterious “Border Contract”.

So Murphy relaxed his mind and let the memories of the chalice pour into his heart.

In the next instant, everything in front of him changed drastically, just like the last time he listened to the scene of the Holy Grail, which brought him back to the scene of the ascension of the Giant Spirits to the throne of God hundreds of years ago.

But this time there was no longer a distinct picture, instead there was a voice:
“Swear, then, giant spirits! Swear before the defenders of the present world left behind by the Creator, and tread that perilous path, and in doing so, we may gift you with the Creator’s most precious creations.”

“I swear!”

That voice rang out.

It was many tones mixed together to form the same voice.

Murphy was able to distinguish Avalon’s distinctive tri-colored tones, Sue’s growl and Gaia’s low, as well as the majestic yet biting tones of the Eastern Holy Spirit, and, of course, the Genkai’s muscular imperial voice of the Feathered Serpent God.

But that’s not all.

The number of giant spirits participating in this “frontier contract” is a little more than Murphy imagined.

“The long night is coming, I will follow the Creator’s contract today and step into the battlefield of subspace! I will become the Creator’s Sword and cut down that enemy of all things! I shall be a part of the eternal battlefront, a barrier between the astral realm and reality!
I shall serve the Lord of Creation, day by day; I shall draw my sword upon His enemies, night by night.

I will do all I can for the recovery of this realm, until death do me part.”

The giants recited this rather harsh-sounding contract; even for the Star Realm giants, “death” was an unspeakable fear, but by coming here, they had already made up their minds of some sort.

To make a harsh oath for something so precious, they must have been terrified of what was about to happen, and they longed with anticipation for what they were about to receive.

And the astral-like humanoid that presided over the pact responded as soon as they had completed their vows:
“The day of the oath is also the day of war!
Frontier Guardians, accept the Creator’s gift of final advancement and step into your battle!

You shall not turn back until the oath is fulfilled!
Until the last man falls, until the Star Ocean Frontier collapses.

One last inquiry, does anyone else wish to withdraw?”

The giant spirits were silent.

This represented their determination, so the astral-like humanoid raised his left hand, and in the next instant, there were beams of light shaped by flying starlight descending from the void, enveloping each giant spirit torso.

The information recorded in the Sun Chalice ended at that moment, and Murphy came to his senses from that chalice-bearing meeting.

He recalled the content of that contract he had just heard, and he asked:
“This is the entire process of your ascension to God? This is the content of the Borderlands Contract? You are the vanguard legion that the Creator chose to use to fight the Subspace Shadows?”

“That was the choice of the ‘Sentinels’; the Creator left long ago, much sooner than you think.”

Kurkan, the Feathered Serpent God, replied:
“After the destruction of the Golden Age, the Sentinels were also threatened with war, and we made a mutual aid agreement with them, which is how the Borderlands Pact began.

We took the Creator’s gift at the cost of the subspace wars we have been fighting for over a thousand years, and at the cost of the astral realm where we were born being in pieces as well, and that was a terrible price to pay! And that is what I am trying to tell you by showing up at this time, Alpha.

Some of the giants regret it.
The Battle of the Frontier was more brutal than we could have imagined, and in that kind of war, death is a mercy that begs for mercy, and too many individuals have already been captured and corrupted by subspace, and those that remain are only struggling.

The price of becoming a god has proven to be far more terrible than we could have imagined, and some individuals among us are plotting something dangerous, Alpha.

They want to tear up the covenant, they want to end the servitude.

Be careful.”

(End of chapter)