Chapter 788: You only want to take my wife? What the hell are you?

Chapter 786 785. bent on taking my wife? What kind of subspace yellow hair are you- [1830]

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The confrontation on the ground had been so grueling that it made the munchkins, who had always been sky-high, cry crouch, but the battle underground was likewise not easy at all.

Vilantha cast the divine spell of the Spider Lady on the ground, using a wide range of invisible spiderweb spell to bind the movement of the Incendiary Demon Soldiers, while underground, Murphy and his small players have to fight against more than just those few head of the Incendiary Demon Soldiers that were stopped, the dozen or so Chaos Eggs that had been constrained by the power of subspace to be squeezed have also been “hatched”.

Compared to the incinerating world demon soldiers that at least have a personal appearance, these hatching Chaos eggs are really “casually long” typical.

Because it is the chaos vanguard that is corrupted by the jackals, these guys can still barely see the jackal’s “embryo” in appearance, but all of the hair fell out and replaced by an appearance full of festering scales, and also dotted with huge mouths of flesh and blood running through the body, that thing is simply the same as the seven gill eel is mental pollution.

Claws either a few more, or grow strange carpal feet, there is a guy especially exaggerated, not only more three claws, two mouths in front and back as well as eight eyes and six carpal feet of the ancient god’s face, and even a pair of scorpion ao pincers of different sizes.

This degree of mutation is definitely not just any jackal can complete the “high-level transformation”, subspace on the destruction of flesh and blood is also to be established on the basis of the other side can withstand, in other words, can twist themselves into such a representative of this guy in the transformation of the former is also a master.

So Murphy, in between manipulating the Omega Purification Program to get a Burning World Demon Soldier killed, took the time to give that guy a Scouting Spell as well:

Name: Son of Chaos – Jackal Mutant Individual [Manson Bloodscar]

Template: subspace creature – flesh and blood predator

Biotics: subspace resistance – flesh/soul aberration – psychic devouring – divine grotesque form – high-speed regeneration – inferior immortality – mobile shrine

Creature Source: [Lord of the Hunt]

Bio Info:

[So it wasn’t two baddies behind that gap just now, but three, and lo and behold, the Lord of the Hunt is not shy about planning to rain down greatness on the material world.

It looks like He’s really waking up.

But this God-given power form that resembles the face of an ancient god . Hmm, please ask for me when you encounter Him, is its old home the Lightless Sea in another dimension?]

“Yo, if it isn’t His Excellency Manson! Finally meeting your deity and being granted greatness, these should be two beautiful things, right? How did it come to this when it came to you?”

Despite the critical situation, Murphy laughed out loud after seeing Old Manson’s pathetic end.

This was of course ridicule!

He changed his target, and with Necessary Evil and the Blazing Sun Blade in hand, he pounced on the flesh and blood predator that Old Manson had transformed into, sneering as he vigorously burned the fellow with the Fire of the Sun:

“Guess you really can’t do too many bad things, can you? That stuff is bad for your health!”

Even though he had already been twisted and transformed and could no longer make any sound, the old Manson’s obsession in his heart to finish off Murphy did not see the slightest relief, but instead became even more ferocious due to the dark side of his soul being completely unleashed.

The two large twisted mouths on its body whimpered the damned words of chaos, and used the various organs of power it had gotten from its new body to launch ferocious attacks on Murphy, even managing to spew out filthy light cannons from its large mouths.

Simply like a humanoid demolition machine, Manson in this form was able to cause far more destruction than a normal Golden One, but to no avail.

Since you used the power of subspace, don’t blame the noble administrator Alpha for beating you up, Murphy is a magical man with the unique “subspace special attack” attribute!
“Poof!”

The first encounter between the two, twisted Manson was Murphy chopped off a wrist foot full of suckers and spurs.

The thing exploded after dislodging, spilling filthy corrosive body fluids in all directions, and the two small players who couldn’t dodge in time were covered in it, almost instantly screaming and “melting” in misery.

Damn, this damn thing has been completely transformed into a biological weapon, with a deadly poison anywhere on its body.

There were ten more of these things in the underground area.

The good news was that the other flesh and blood predators weren’t as powerful as Manson, and the small players could barely pull it off in groups of ten, relying on Murphy’s purification aura and the various explosives on their bodies, as well as their light-eating self-destructs at critical moments.

But with good news comes bad news.

For example, Murphy found that after the hatching of these chaotic eggs, that has been closing the gap in subspace has a sign of re-tearing open, well, it turns out that a few brothers are “human pillar force” ah.

If you don’t kill you, there is no way to seal this subspace gap today, right?
“I need support.”

Murphy holding two swords and the old Manson fight back and forth, but he knows that his persistence here can not change the bad situation of the position on the ground, just that swooped out more than forty incendiary demon soldiers can be from the Baphomet Canyon all the way to Transylvania to kill, and strangled everyone they encountered brutally.

It had to be done quickly.

But calling out to Tris to come over right now was obviously risky behavior; the Midnight Hostess was waiting on the other side, and once Tris got close enough, the godly sinners would absolutely re-tear open the rift without a second thought.

Ah, people hate it when they have to use it.

He thought so, intending to call on Dragon Flame Lina to come to the rescue through the blood pact, the fiery spells she specialized in were just right to restrain these monstrous aliens that were completely undefeatable with weapons.

But before Murphy could call out, a deadly arrow with a spiraling gale shot from a high altitude, grazed Murphy and Manson’s battlefield and flew out, piercing the cyst on the head of a flailing flesh predator and detonating it at the same time.

The blood-colored light fell as true judgmental fire, wrapping the strange thing in it and hissing in pain.

The figure of Lady Yvette, Third Lord of the Blood League Knights, then burst through the hard-opened blood vortex, she had not come alone, she had brought her heirs with her, including Lady Laneia.

“Hunting formation! Spread out and annihilate your opponents individually!”

Yvette in her combat form was still very reliable, the Thrall leader gave the order in a cold voice, darting through the complicated terrain underground with her very artistic Shadow Spider Warbow in hand, her one hand of the ultimate archery skill constantly shooting deadly arrows, each one carrying the unique judgmental power of the Blood League Clan.

This special power that relied on sin to kill was extremely effective when facing subspace creatures, although it was certainly not as good as the Omega program Murphy had activated at this time, it was still better than other psychic powers.

“Handsome Murphy who strikes hard, I’ll take care of this child of chaos! Go seal the rift now.”

Yvette sent out a mimetic voice and said to Murphy:
“His Holiness says you have magical powers, now perform them.”

“Okay, swap opponents.”

Murphy stored up his strength and exploded the power of “Extermination”, and chopped Manson’s big ooze with a single sword, and then spread his wings to rise up into the air, and made a perfect match with Yvette, who was blinking over.

As the two staggered past, he asked:
“Tris sent you guys? She didn’t come herself, did she?”

“You’ve turned Venerable Tris into your little pet, she really listens to you, and she’s still on the Maginot line.”

Yvette returned with a heavy dose of jealousy as well as a hint of awe, that strange title of hers representing her heartfelt fear of Tris, which caused Murphy to nod in satisfaction, shifting direction in the air and swooping towards the subspace rift that was reopening.

No one was interfering this time.

Murphy simply went straight for it, clasping his hands on the invisible rift that only a few people could see, exerting his best efforts to pour his omega power into it, like a gumshoe who saw a broken hand puppet clumsily using glue to try to patch up the rift.

This was certainly not the proper way to use the Omega program.

But the thing is, in this case right now, you don’t care if the trick is new or not, it just works.

Pale-white light constantly injected into the rift, really accelerated the speed of its closure, because of this direct contact, so that Murphy also more real feel the rift on the other side of those “things”, subspace shadows “original sin” not to mention, this guy is a lot of time to deal with “old friends”. This guy is an “old friend” who has dealt with him many times.

Previously, he also tried to talk to Murphy. But after several times of not getting in, he had already lost the desire to further communicate with Murphy, in the face of Murphy’s peeping through the “dimensional rift”, the original sin didn’t even pay attention to it, and continued to move his own strange form that existed like a purplish-red nebula.

He is like a ball of starry sky fire that keeps burning all the time, and will violently burn all the attention and power that tries to get close to him, whether such a thing exists or not is a question of thinking, but he should be the dusk of this cultist organization’s big man behind the scenes.

Tris had told Murphy that there was definitely more than just Original Sin in the Subspace Shadows.

The deities had also revealed that they were at war with many Subspace Shadows, these guys had very different powers and styles of behavior, but they had the common goal of killing the material world to get the information left behind by the Creator.

In Murphy’s quiet peeping, in addition to the original sin that is not happy to take care of him as the “Creator’s lapdog”, there is also the divine Midnight Lord Mother that hides in the original sin that is hidden in the midst of the original sin.

Compared to the silence of the original sin, this mother of midnight is much more “active”.

When Murphy’s prying eyes turned away, the Mother of Midnight immediately gave a response.

A strange vision danced and displayed in front of Murphy’s eyes.

Without exception, they were all vampire-related images, in which Murphy saw Venerable Lord Paying strolling through a lush garden, chatting with a very handsome crown-eared uncle, and he also saw Old Edward in military attire scolding his servants in a dark room, and behind Old Edward lay a map of the Cato region’s defenses.

As Murphy watched, the visions that were closely related to vampires throbbed more violently.

He even caught a glimpse of Shani, who was changing in one of the rooms, spitting at Murphy for being such an asshole as he pulled off his snug red lace panties .
Ugh.

That shouldn’t be what happened now, counting the time it should have been earlier when Murphy and Venerable Lord Paying’s Ancient Recollections resonated.

Well, so, the divine sin of the Midnight Sovereign Mother really possesses part of the trait of a vampire race god, it can see everything related to vampires.

However, among those visions, the one that Murphy saw the most was Tris.

It seems that the Midnight Sins intended for Murphy to see this, he saw the silver-haired “Granny Tris” when she was still a human, who was seriously ill, and met Salokdar on a night walk in despair, and saw Tris’ new life after being first embraced by the old matriarch.

He saw all the important moments of the first half of Tris’s life in those throbbing images.

It even included the scene when Tris ran away carrying the crying Luna in one of the hidden woodlands of the Elven Court, and saw the sins that Tris had committed all over the continent in her incarnation as the Scarlet Witch.

Killing, plotting, stealing, taking.

She did everything that fits the style of a witch. The young Tris was really a badass woman in the true sense of the word, and her words and teachings made Luna, who was following her, grow up fast and become a “small” replica of the Scarlet Witch.

The last vision of Murphy’s life, he saw how Tris was attacked by Salokhdar and had her heart ripped out, and how she was able to survive in the bleak darkness of the night by relying on the qualities of the Eternals, and he saw the whole process of Luna’s being pierced through the heart with a sword by Necessary Evil, as she stood in the way of Tris.

Luna was literally dead at that point, and she was all but turned into a stone statue with no more breath of life.

But how did the nasty bastard come back to life after that?
“You can Tris if you want to see it I want Tris.”

The call from the Midnight Divine Sinner jolted Murphy out of that state of wanton prying, and he immediately gathered his consciousness to no longer have any contact with the Midnight Lord Mother.

The guy was tempting him!
It made a tantalizing offer.

It could tell Murphy all the secrets about vampires, but Murphy had to sacrifice Tris to it as a way to complete the ultimate integrity of this divine sin.

At that time the vampires would truly have their own racial deity, but this guy was born from subspace!

It was born in the exact same process as the Lord of the Hunt, this guy was tainted before he was even born.

There was no way Murphy would let Tris take such a risk.

“Scram! You hateful yellow hair that misses other people’s wives!”

Murphy scolded:

“If I didn’t have my hands free right now, let’s see if I don’t call upon the Knights of Pure Love, representing the God of Love, to hunt down your sub-space minotaur who’s fallen into darkness!”

“Stupid.”

Midnight Hostess chided:
“I am Tris!”

“No you aren’t! My wife is fragrant and soft and so lovely, so don’t come touching me, you ugly bastard who was molded with countless malice and disaster! I know exactly how you came to be, it was Salokdar who molded you, and my old patriarch went mad, probably because he remembered how he had brutally stabbed his favorite wife to death, which led to him losing his mind, and you bastards took advantage of him!
Nothing good ever comes from you assholes!

Stay away from my wife!
Assholes.”

“Stubborn fools at the first chants of the Cult of the Witch, at the time when vampires yearn for a homecoming under midnight, at the time when the will of the race is formed…”

“Ha! The Cult of the Witch? I knew it! You weren’t born out of thin air, there’s no way Salokdar could create an evil god just by sacrificing an entire blood vulture clan, the path to godhood isn’t that simple.”

Murphy grinned and sneered:
“So, you were born based on the beliefs consecrated by that whatever damned Witch Cult? In other words, as long as I strangle everyone in that strange church, you will also lose your faith and fall into oblivion as a result?”

The Midnight Hostess didn’t say anything.

After all, it was only a divine sin that had only been born for half a year, and it simply didn’t have enough divine wisdom to gain the upper hand in such a conversation. After all, its “brain” hadn’t merged with its body, and it was empty of power but not priesthood, and it could only rely on the Subspace Shadow Original Sin in order to survive in the dangerous realm.

As long as you don’t let Tris get close to it, under the current situation of dimensional stability, it can’t do much more than compel Tris’s will every minute of every day.

“Stay away from my wife! I’m warning you for the last time!”

Murphy threw down a harsh word before completely closing the subspace gap, and then burst the pale light out of his own hands in a hard squeeze, closing the gap completely.

The weakened spatial concept flew to reconsolidate, and the filth that kept escaping outward was also cut off from coming, this action used up all of Murphy’s strength, making him sit down on the ground panting, the
Those Sons of Chaos who had been given the shape of divine power by the Lord of the Hunt also let out screams of terror at this moment.

They were subspace creatures that could only exist in places with a subspace aura, and now that the gap was closed, they were exposed to the rules of the material world, having been completely altered in their life forms.

Old Manson screamed miserably and covered his torso, as if there was an invisible light igniting its carapace, making it roar and retreat, and was nailed to the ground three or two times by Yvette stepping forward with her halberd in her hand, which restrained it from constantly turning into gray ash and flying away.

The other Sons of Chaos also did the same as the players crumbled one by one under the tiger-like strikes of the players.

These guys were all high-ranking priests of the Blood Scar Clan before, and they had a lot of goodies on them, and now after they collapsed, all those things smashed to the ground, and some players wanted to pick them up but were stopped by Ms. Yvette.

These things were all tainted with a strong subspace aura, don’t touch them if you don’t want a repeat of Brother Woo Meow’s previous tragedy!
“Thanks.”

Murphy, who was sitting there panting, lifted his hand feebly and spoke to Yvette.

The Third Lord looked at Murphy, who had accomplished the feat of sealing the gap on his own, with a subtle gaze. She bent down, picked up the pair of fist blades called “Corrosive Wounds” from the ashes of the old Manson, and pulled her halberd off the rock.

She said:

“No need, it is my oath and the command of your Holiness to hunt these foul things, but Murphy-chan is so brave, it really makes my heart sing, do you want to find a place where I can heal your wounds?”

“Hehe, your skin is itching again right? Then let me ask you, is the honor of the Midnight Master Mother”

“Enough! You insensitive man, I was planning to give you my panties as a souvenir of my victory, that’s waived!”

(End of chapter)