Chapter 768: Now, is the honor of the Mother of Midnight clear enough to be

Chapter 766 765.Now, is the honor of the Mother of Midnight clearly visible?

Sue has quite a high position and status in the mythological system of the continent, and before the Old Religion went wrong, the Church of the Winter Wolves and the Church of Avalon were the most popular orthodox faiths in the world of mankind, and after the collapse of the Old Religion, the Church of the Winter Wolves became the unquestioned Nambawan.

Of course, the “human world” mentioned here does not include the ancient country of Calum.

The Eastern Holy Spirit Faith over there, no matter the number of believers, the quality of believers, or the power of the church, could easily bring the Avalon Church and the Winter Wolf Church together, and even Kurkan, the Sun God of the Plumed Serpent, who was regarded as a traitor to the gods, could laugh at Su and Avalon in this regard.

But no matter what, just in terms of this part of the Old Continent, the God of the North Wind was the bearer of the gods, there was no doubt about it, and His image was also notoriously stable and reliable.

After the Hero King Boris conquered the Great Wilderness and truly established the rule of Nordoff, under the shelter of the God of the North Wind, the days of the Northmen, although not generous, can definitely be used to describe the “people’s livelihood”, and basically there has not been too much turmoil in the country, except for the change of dynasties.

For a country protection deity, this is already quite a remarkable achievement, you see next door Avalon shelter elves also made a shadow elf split out of the big event it.

Not to mention Gaia’s “racist” love of dwarves.

However, today, the god of the north wind to maintain hundreds of years of good reputation by an undeserved “wolf plague” completely broken, and this wolf plague occurs at the time and location are very subtle, once handled poorly, minutes will be in the national community to create a crisis of faith.

The irrefutable truth is happening right in front of the eyes of so many people, the star world wolves are indeed pouring into the material world through the star world rift opened by the jackals, and they have taken the mortals who have bravely fought against the enemy as their target.

Gee, if this is casually processed by some bad-eyed vampires, it will be a terrible public opinion storm of “the God of the North Wind has abandoned the human race” in a minute.

No one knows what the God of the North Wind thinks, but the Archbishops of the North Wind Cathedral and the Pope of Winter will not be able to sleep well tonight.

The priests of the Eye of the Wolf God Monastery, who have been deeply involved in the confrontation with the Black Plague, are also disturbed, even if Fort Courage has not suffered from the attack of the Wolf Plague, but Master Yuri still loses sleep throughout the night, from the devout instinct of the believers is telling him that a terrible conspiracy related to the God of the North Wind has already been put on the agenda.

He prayed to his deity, but was met with nothing but silence.

That was all well and good.

At least it was better than the situation in the Valley of the Shadow, where His Excellency Iron Fist Turner had gone out for the evening to have a drink at the tavern to ease his depression, only to have two rotten eggs thrown at him on the way by angry soldiers .
Blanch!
He didn’t have anywhere to get angry yet.

He had just pushed open the door of the tavern and hadn’t even sat down when he heard another group of foreigners gathered there yelling:

“Blanch! How did the great God of the North Wind become like this? I was worshipping it so much before, the Wolf of Courage, the Wolf of Wisdom, my ass! I can’t even control my own pups, what a shame.

Today, the guys from the Warm Brotherhood provoked us, we don’t even have the face to respond well!

What a hell.

I’m going to withdraw my membership from the Winter Wolf Church tomorrow, even if I go to worship Mother Goddess Gaia, it’s still better than staying here and suffering from this.”

“Don’t say that!”

There were also people beside him who falsely persuaded:
“Isn’t it because Su was afraid that we were short of supplies, so she sent the Wolf Scourge to help? You see that afternoon battle alone allowed us to harvest a few hundred wolf skins, Mrs. Shui and Brother Engaged Hair are buying them at a high price, and it’s said that they can be made into really great cloaks and outer armor.

That bastard Hundred Forged Horses says he and his brother are researching how to make daggers and short swords out of wolf teeth.

The Star Realm Wolves are full of treasures, and the ones they flay out are all high-grade materials.

So calm down, it’s a good thing.

Suko is our sweetheart~
Of course, it’s better to give advance notice next time we do a surprise attack like this.”

The topic then somehow skewed to the Chinese New Year event, and although the development team didn’t do anything as crappy as a kill leaderboard this time around, they did have a lot of sincerity.

I heard that some hunters had already captured the Star World Wolves alive in battle, and were now discussing how to tame these wild creatures.

This thing is still a bit of a pain in the ass.

There was no way to communicate with the will of the Starwolf using normal taming techniques, let alone taming it, but as a veteran “Summoning Master”, Xiao Fu, who had already reached Silver and was also spending his time in the tavern, came up with another somewhat strange theory.

“I’ll give you that the proper way to use an Astral Wolf Battle Pet is to release them back into the Astral Realm after taming, just like a Summoner, just like me and my Scorpion Lion.”

With a cup of mead in his hand, Brother Fu shared to the group of munchkins around him who were discussing catching the Star Realm Wolf:
“This thing is an Astral Realm creature, they can project into the material world and their combat power won’t change much, in this way, a broken projection won’t affect their main body, it’s the same as having a hunting pet that will never die.

From this point of view, the sincerity of the development team this time is really quite great.

It’s probably also caused by the fact that hunter players have been complaining on the forums that the warbeast system is too crotch pulling.

As far as I know, a lot of hunters who have pets now can’t be bothered to let their pets go into battle, like Meowshark who’s keeping his four hyenas as pet dogs, and they’re losing their wildness.

That’s not good, warbeasts are to help fight, what’s the point of circling them all the time and not letting them go out and spread their wings.

From this point of view, the star world wolves can be quite perfect, not afraid of death, randomly sent, there is no limit to the number, as long as the mind can hold up, you can catch several of your own to form their own wolf packs, it is estimated that after this system comes out, the hunter players’ worries can also be greatly alleviated.”

“It makes sense, but how should that ‘Will of the Beasts’ be broken?”

A hunter munchkin asked:
“That state of Beast Will protects the Star Realm Wolf’s mind, the hunters’ Beast Taming Techniques are useless.”

“Simple!”

Little Rich Brother burped and said drunkenly:

“Just let them break away from their original herd, isn’t there a Star Realm Lone Wolf at Lord Murphy’s place? Let Lord George teach them a lesson and subdue them to establish their own beast pack, that way, as long as Lord George agrees to you taming the Star Realm Wolves, then you can try to tame the beasts again.

Or perhaps you can go to the source.

All Star Realm Wolves are descended from the God of the North Wind, so as long as Sue nods her head, and as long as the God of the North Wind grants us foreign hunters the qualifications to tame the wolves, then the will of the beasts won’t be a problem.”

“Blanch! You’re asking us to bribe a god? Not to mention how this act should be accomplished, there’s no way to contact Sue through the Winter Wolf Shrine now ah.”

“Well, this is indeed a problem, but I think this might be an event plot as well, let’s wait for now, the Spring Festival event lasts for more than a month, let’s wait for the plot to develop backwards.”
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“Murph. Murph.”

The call from the dream world caused the sleeping Murphy to suddenly open his eyes, the vampire lord did not get up immediately, but glanced at the sleeping Tris beside him.

He somewhat helplessly touched Tris’ face.

The Archduke came over to the Shadow Valley through the pit a few hours ago, nominally to deliver the “Improved Victory Wine” that had already been made into the hands of the players, but in reality, he had heard about the wolf plague and came to help his own baby egg.

The above is Tris’s explanation.

But Murphy felt that Tris must have heard that Yvette Lilliard had arrived at the Valley of Shadows, so she immediately rushed over to protect Murphy’s “chastity”.

But all the vampires with a little experience have heard of the outrageous stories of the third lord, this guy is a “humanoid bulldozer”, no man or woman who is targeted by her can escape from her clutches, so far Yvette’s only two failed battles, Lord Pa Ying and Rose Knight Paranor.

The former is because Yvette can not be in front of the Lord, the latter is purely because of the blazing “pure love heart” blocking Yvette’s crazy offense.

Oh yeah, I should have added a Laneia to the list.

As Yvette’s heir, it was precisely because she couldn’t resist the frequent “invitations” from her outrageous superior that she took the initiative to apply for a transfer to Transylvania a few months ago to escape her terrible fate.

If Murphy is averse to blood pacts and tries his best to get his heir out of the pact of obedience, then Yvette is a good at utilizing blood pacts, and if not for the fact that Leonia is the most sincere and loyal Moon Elf, she would not be able to stop the ravages of blood pacts.

Murphy was “targeted” by such a guy, it is impossible to say that Tris is not worried.

“Stop it.”

Murphy’s hand stroked on Tris’s neck, the Blood Vulture Archduke lazily pushed him away and said:

“Didn’t you toss and turn enough just now? Sue’s calling you, go on, it’s not nice to keep a deity waiting, especially for a vampire.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll be clubbed and taken away by Yvette as soon as I get out of this door?”

Murphy spat as he sat up and dressed:

“My instincts tell me that the ‘double-plug’ who carries out the Shadow Elf’s surly ways to the extreme would definitely do such a thing.”

“She wouldn’t dare.”

Tris said softly as she closed her eyes to enjoy the lethargy that followed her pleasure: “She’s heard the legend of the Scarlet Witch, she knows I’m coming, and she knows why I’m coming, so she wouldn’t dare Don’t worry little Murphy, stay by my side and you’re safe.

But that’s all I can do to protect you. There’s nothing I can do for the others, like poor Bonnie.
She didn’t take it upon herself to provoke Yvette, my poor Squire will have been ‘played out’ by now, and Bonnie is just the beginning, Yvette won’t stop there, you’d better set Adele on a mission away from here.

There’s no chance that a superb one like E-sister will be taken away by force by Yvette as a ‘collector’s item’.”

“So exaggerated?”

Murphy said with a frown:
“I know that Shadow Elves are naturally slutty, but her charm hasn’t reached this shocking level, right?”

“She can’t by herself, but the punishment of ‘Sins of Lust’ that the Exalted Lord inflicted on her was turned back on her by that genius madman, who combined the sin-sniffing and self-sins of the Blood League Clan in a way that’s hard to fathom.

But wherever you still have astringent desire in your heart, you can’t control your springtime in her presence.”

Tris softly turned Yvette’s old ways upside down as she said:

“Only His Holiness can cure her, and only those fanatics who dedicate everything to the gods and have no mundane desires in their hearts are not afraid of her. Although she is the last scion of the Venerable Lord Paying, she is the strongest one out of the three lords.

On the flip side, imagine for yourself how terrifying a woman who needs the power of the Venerable Lord’s blood contract to suppress is.

If it wasn’t for the blood contract controlling her, I’m afraid that even the Venerable Lord would have been eaten up by her long ago.

That guy’s essence is a monster in vampire’s skin. She was already a monster before she became a vampire.
You can go to Velanthar and ask around, I’m not really sure about that guy’s origins, but I suspect that Yvette was an absolute aberration when she was a Shadow Elf, there’s no way that a guy like her would be able to remain obscure in the Eternal Rift.”

“Well, I’ll take care of it, you rest.”

Murphy leaned down and kissed Tris on the lips and forehead, then brought along the Kurkan Blazing Sun Blade of the Tinker Vampire, making up his mind that if he ever pushed open the door to meet a horny Yvette Lord, he would stab her hard with the searing blade.

Well, on the flip side, such an act might be just as satisfying to the shibari head’s senses, too.

Now, he was going to go to the Winter Wolf Shrine to finish a conversation with Sue, it was an invitation from a deity that he couldn’t afford to miss in any sense of the word.

But a few minutes after Murphy left, the closed door of the room quietly opened, and Lord Yvette, clad in a light veil, dressed in erotic clothing that even in the eyes of the Shadow Elves could be considered depraved, with the satisfied expression of having just subdued a “prey”, walked into the room barefoot.

She stared at the sleeping Tris, and reached out towards her with a trembling hand like the most salty of her friends.

The Scarlet Witch seemed defenseless.

Until Yvette’s hand rested on her proud chest when Tris whispered:

“Tell me, Yvette, at some point in the past, did you ever call upon the ‘Mother of Midnight’?”

“Of course, what vampire hasn’t done that? My sweet Trixie baby, I’ve heard of you for a long time now, I’m deeply sorry for your death, but fate has sent you to me again, come on, don’t resist.

Let me take you to bliss.

I’ll show you that compared to the pleasure I bring you, Murphy the Handsome is just a little dog that doesn’t have to care, but of course, I’m not here to break you up, Trish the Perfect, I’m here to join you!
Share your Murph. Share it with me, will you?”

The Third Lord, who was speaking in horrible astringent content, licked her lips, and her heart-shaped pupils glittered with scarlet light, as she decisively unleashed her super astringent power, intending to “savor” the legendary Scarlet Witch.

But just as her hand was traveling down Tris’s skin, a strange vision suddenly erupted in front of her eyes.

It was a god that appeared in the dark purple nebula.

It consisted of countless agonized vampires fused together to form an indescribable visage, the screaming sufferers waving their twisted hands in activity, the ghastly white arms forming the millions of bloodied wings it spread, and the grotesque torso of countless agonized vampire heads converging on the winds of subspace swaying, hissing, and supplicating.

It was the ultimate monster that every vampire had never seen in their wildest dreams!

He called out to
O Tristan Tristan Tristan Midnight Mother of Lords. Spirit of the vampire. Grant me pure and divine wholeness.
“Ah!”

The originally erotically indulgent Yvette’s eyes instantly glazed over, a stream of blood bursting from her eyes as she screamed miserably and covered her head as she backed away only to fall to her knees as her legs gave out.

She was also a vampire.

She couldn’t withstand this horrible call and seemed to melt her self into that horrible divine sin.

She let out a pleading wail of grief, knowing that she had hit the ultimate iron plate tonight on a night so horrible that no vampire could withstand it.

The sleeping Tris would have yawned and sat up by now, just revealing her perfect body to the midnight air as she sat on the edge of the bed in a languid yet relentless stance, looking down at Yvette, who was kneeling and screaming in agony at her feet.

Tris snickered, reaching out and placing her fingers like a queen on Yvette’s delicate chin, squeezing hard enough to wrinkle the skin and expose the canines, and lifting the twisted face again.

She looked straight into Yvette’s bloodshot pupils that had begun to bleed.

She asked coldly and calmly:

“Tell me, pleasure-seeking wretch, is the honor of the Mother of Midnight clearly visible now?”

“Spare me please I was wrong.”

Yvette screamed miserably and begged for mercy, and that fear even extended along the invisible connection of the blood contract to make even the Venerable Lord Paying, who was far away on the island of Greeney, rise up with a start.

The Exalted Lord knew that Yvette’s indulgence would one day get her into trouble.

Like right now.
“The only time I don’t hear that damned voice is when I’m plastered with little Murphy, and the only time I get the brief but pitiful comfort of cuddling up with him, that warm body is my only harbor in this unforgiving world.

It was my sanctuary.”

Trixie’s hand extended with rune-laced claws of darkness, stabbing down Yvette’s neck and chin into her flesh and blood as she spoke in a mute voice:

“You, an unknowing fool! You want to take him from me too? You want to desecrate what is best in his heart Well, what a spirited attempt, then, come and try. Tell me, Yvette Lilliard Cappadocia!

Tell me!
Is the honor of the Mother of Midnight clearly visible?”

“Ah!”

The response to Tris was an even more dismal scream.

Yvette was now like a wildly disobedient believer facing a deity, unable to even look straight, her transcendent laws were beginning to vibrate, she wanted to fight back, but in front of the Divine Sins of the Mother of Midnight, how could she fight back against the vampire’s racial god?
Even if it was only a divine sin that was not yet complete, He still lacked a heart, and Tris was that divine heart .
Yvette did her best to beg for mercy, but the Scarlet Witch wasn’t about to just let her go.

She was going to teach this little wildcat with her claws out a bone-deep lesson, she was going to break all of her bones with her own hands so that she would know not to touch meat on a plate that didn’t belong to her, and she was going to permanently imprint a brand of fear on this pathetic soul that would cause her to flee at the sight of her own Murphy.

“Tris! That’s enough, you’re going to fry her brain.”

At some point, Yvette’s voice changed to the tone of the Venerable Lord of Paying as the Venerable Lord, ten thousand miles away, warned:
“Do you want to indulge in becoming a monster in front of Murphy? Your soul mate, is watching you outside the door.”

“Huh?”

Tris was creeped out.

The overflowing evil recycled to the most secret corner of her heart like a sealed lock in this instant, she turned back with a hint of apprehension, and saw Murphy with a complicated face standing in the doorway.

Apparently the vampire lord hadn’t really left, and if Yvette’s appetite was really that big, then she’d surely be dumbfounded in the face of a perfect Tris.

“Me.”

Tris stood up and tried to explain in some panic, but Murphy shook his head and stepped forward ignoring Yvette who was fainting and still twitching on the floor, reaching out and taking Tris by the waist to carry her into his arms.

He whispered:

“I knew you weren’t claiming it so often out of sheer lust, He’s influencing you and I can protect you.”

“But Sue is still waiting for your audience.”

“Let Him wait first, my poor Tris, you are all that matters.”

(End of chapter)