Chapter 792: Nightmare Cultists: first of all, we didn’t mess with you guys

Chapter 790 789.Nightmare Cultists: first of all, we didn’t mess with any of you! -New Year Extra [2230

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“Eh eh eh, the wandering spirits here are all so strange! How are they twisted like this?”

On the already destroyed Nord position, the mummy lady Nefertari was wandering around on her champion bug Pumbaa, but she wasn’t running around for a fun trek, this time it was business.

Murphy had specifically invited her over to help the spirits on the position who couldn’t rest in peace.

Probably because of the influence of the subspace atmosphere, resulting in the battlefield souls can not step on the path of the dead, even Murphy such as vampires do not specialize in casting spells have felt the cold spirits wandering around, last night there were several “haunted” events.

As a result, the professionals of the Church of the Dead Moon came to take a look and found that the situation was really a bit strange and wrong.

“So, what’s wrong with them?”

Murphy, who was following Nefertari, said with a frown:
“Some of the soldiers were scared silly last night, they said they saw horrible monsters.”

“Scary indeed oh little Murphy, I’ve been in this line of work for so long, and I’ve never seen a spirit twisted like this before, except for the Abyss of Grievance in Mamluk.”

Nefertari sighed and jumped down from behind the Champion Bug, pinching a strange spell and waving it in front of the vampire’s eyes, allowing Murphy to temporarily gain “spiritual sight” as well.

He blinked and looked towards the torn ruins of the earth and saw the souls that had been forcibly blended together by an external force, they had lost the appearance of human souls, and were replaced by “aggregates” that looked like invisible monsters.

It is difficult to describe the form, after all, the spirit itself does not have a fixed form.

But Murphy did see two heads, three heads, and no head but with eight legs, and the closer to the subspace gap, the more serious the distortion of the spirit, and they seem to be bound to this position can not leave.

In Murphy’s spiritual vision, he could also clearly see the “black spots” on the ground.

The place where those Burning World Demon Soldiers died was like a chain, locking the howling spirits in place.

“Legend has it that the breath of Central Asia’s space possesses all sorts of evil effects, distorting and restraining spirits is just the most insignificant of them, look! Little Murphy, there are already weak spirit bodies that have been invaded by the subspace breath and have begun to transform into degenerate spirits.

It’s hard for me to explain the concept of a ‘Fallen Spirit’ to you in a few words, all you need to know is that it’s a far more horrible thing than a Grudge Spirit, and that there’s still a chance that a Grudge Spirit can be redeemed, but a Fallen Spirit isn’t.”

The Mummy Lady explained a few things in the compassionate tone expected of a Dead Moon Magus, then she fished out a few oddly shaped pieces of amber and said to Murphy:
“Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to get to work, these spirits are so twisted that I have to bring them back to Sikor City for purification. It will leave them in ashes, but it’s much kinder than staying here in this form and suffering.”

“Wait!”

Murphy reached out to stop Nefertari’s spirit capture.

He frowned as he took a few steps forward and looked at the twisted, two-headed spirit in front of him, and he distinguished that one of the spirit’s heads belonged to Colonel Duke, and the other head should be Colonel Duke’s adjutant, First Lieutenant Moritz.

Both were true heroes.

According to the players’ descriptions, they drank the decisive wine in the battle against the Burning World Demon Soldiers and killed two of them at the cost of their own lives, but fate was not generous, and the heroes actually ended up in such a miserable state.

“Can I talk to them?”

He turned back to Nefertari, and the mummy lady shrugged and said:

“It’s pointless, little Murphy, it’s not just their form that’s been distorted, the consciousness and memories and even existential nature that the spirit body possesses has been forcibly blended together by subspace, and the spirit body in this state has no sanity to speak of.

But if you want to try, it’s not a problem.”

After saying that, the little mummy reached out and patted on Murphy’s shoulder, the bandage on her arm wrapped around Murphy’s shoulder, and with the mysterious dead moon runes pulsating, it gave Murphy the ability to talk to the spirit body.

“Colonel Duke! Remember me?”

Murphy asked, and the two-headed spirit in front of him hissed and screamed as if it hadn’t heard him at all:

“Kill! Kill all the invaders! For glory for the Winter Wolf Legion! Kill! Long live Nordoff…”

“See, I told you, it’s hopeless already.”

Nefertari said with a very human sigh:

“These soldiers were brave, but it’s a shame I wasn’t here at the time, or I could have saved their souls with the Evocation Ceremony.”

“But he was angry.”

Murphy said softly:
“Even in death he was still angry, he didn’t want to stop fighting, he still wanted to continue fighting the invaders after his death, that was probably the last wish of Colonel Duke and First Lieutenant Moritz, and I think all of the soldiers here have a similar wish.

Nefertari, I read in your Necronomicon that you have the means to make undead gargoyles, and all that powerful construct needs are angry and determined spirits.
Will they do?”

“Uh, theoretically they could.”

Mummy Lady scratched her head, and after several seconds of thought, said:
“But no one has ever used such a twisted spirit of wrath as the core of an undead colossus, I could try, and there are plenty of materials in Westcoat City anyway, but I can’t give you a definite answer, but we now have the core of a mutated Feast of All Souls knuckleduster, and I’m planning to use that as the foundation stone of Westcoat City’s Underworld yet.

It has all sorts of magical effects that might help these warriors regain a little bit of their sanity.”

“That’s fine, go ahead and try it.”

Murphy lifted his Spirit Vision and looked at the Spirit of Anger that was slowly dissipating before his eyes, he turned his head and said to Nefertari:
“Give these warriors a chance to choose between their souls and continuing to fight, that would be a dignified passing away, rather than dying as silently as dust.

The Transylvanians are building a Hall of Valor, and while these warriors are not as immortal as the foreigners, their names are undoubtedly eligible for inclusion in the Hall of Valor, and the names of all the warriors who died in the Black Plague will be engraved on that monolith.

As long as Transylvania remains, the warriors will not be forgotten!”

“Hmmmmm, that’s the right way to treat heroes, that’s what we Sanghai people do, it’s said that the Dragon Emperor’s palace still has a monument to the heavens, it’s full of the names of heroes and chivalrous warriors of all the generations of the ancient kingdom of Calum, and the people there regard it as the supreme honor they can acquire in their lives.”

Nefertari said softly:
“Only a country that knows how to honor its heroes can have hope to speak of, this is a phrase that Mentor Bayek often hangs on his lips Oh, speaking of Mentor Bayek, I received a secret letter from the Church of the Dead Moon a few days ago ow.

The Pharaoh King has decided to send a sun ship into the Chardo Peninsula, it’s rumored that there’s a problem with the war over there, and we’re going to be there to pick up our vanguard incidentally to prevent the worst from happening.”

“Hmm?”

Murphy blinked at once, he immediately associated it with the Fortress of Brass which was currently still cut off from information, he said:

“That’s really important news, it’s important to me, thanks, Nefertari.”

“Gee whiz, do all thanks have to be empty words? Not bad for a pragmatic Transylvanian, it’s really hard for me to imagine you without something real, little Murphy.”

“Well, what do you want? I’ve already brought you the Sunwalker and Windrider specializations for your shamanic school, and you’ve benefited from them yourself, haven’t you? Little Mummy, I know you’re out of your mind, but that’s no reason to be ungrateful.”

“I want the lightning staff that Tris is holding! That thing is supposed to be a good thing for a shaman, and Tris is wasting her resources by holding it, so hurry up and go coax Tris, bed her down hard, and then bring me the staff.

I’ve been craving it for a long time! Using that thing to assist the Sanghai Shaman secret method to do secondary processing, it is possible to make a real divine weapon Oh.

So, Murph, do you need an aphrodisiac?
We Sanghai people are very good at this Oh, I can give you a configuration of great, great medicine, the Pharaoh’s royal family special kind of Oh.”

“Shut up! I’m such a powerful vampire lord, how could I possibly need . Uh, Pharaoh’s special, you say? Well, let’s have a couple bottles, just in case.”
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“Buzz.”

The Scarlet Gate shimmered open, the portal under the auspices of Missy Femis herself worked very well, exceptionally smooth while minimizing the risk of astral wanderings significantly.

But such things as probability always run into black faces, so seconds later, a large group of jackals dressed in the ritual robes of the Plague Clan rushed out to find that four people were missing.

Before they could complain, in the strange laughter of Mannis the Endless, the four unlucky ones were thrown back into the material world well, the kind that landed face first, the jackal players wailed in pain, and there was another unlucky one who broke his tail when he landed, and that flourishing tail all turned curved in a strange way, which made him wail in pain.

“I say, this thing is also too unreliable la, when can the development team come up with a truly safe and stable portal system ah!”

The unlucky guy who broke his tail, ID’d as “Half Xuanhemen”, climbed up, leaned on his very evil jackal bone staff, pulled his dusty dark hood, and raised his middle finger to those gloating assholes around him, which drew another round of laughter.

The guy who’d made a fool of himself couldn’t help but grumble:

“I thought Mrs. Tris was good at this?”

“There’s no such thing as a safe teleportation spell in this world, didn’t you hear the Plague Clan’s psychic?

Because of the problems with the mapping between the astral world and the material world, it’s very common to get lost, and we’re already doing very well by following Lord Murphy, and there’s still a powerful big guy like Mannis to escort us.

So stop complaining and get ready to work!”

The leader of this group of Plague Jackal players was a guy with the ID “Wang Laoxie”, who like the Moonlight Berserk Wolf had decided to take the Jackal plot route before entering the game.

The fact proved that these guys’ adventure was quite worthwhile. Compared to those newcomers born in Transylvania, who could not grow fast due to their predecessors’ “meticulous cultivation”, the resources that these jackals born in the Dark Mountains could obtain in the early stages were amazing.

After all, this is a piece of XJ domain that has not been scourged by players, and there are a variety of random events and all kinds of legendary treasures waiting for those who have the destiny to obtain, as long as the luck is a little better, you can grow up quickly.

Wang Laoxie himself from the now renamed “Soul Stealing Valley” in the plague valley found a set of flesh torn left behind the dark warlock suit, coupled with the help of the plague clan jackals, so that his current seven undead servants are all a water of elite monsters, and has already booked a silver undead skeleton warrior, just waiting for their own silver trial is completed to be able to return to the Soul Stealing Valley contract. return to the Soul Stealer Valley Pact.

He organized a guild called “Soul Stealers”, and the sixty brothers beside him are all members of the Soul Stealers. Of course, their jackal guild is called a “clan”, so Wang Laoxie can be regarded as the chief of the “Soul Stealers Clan”. The Soul Stealers are all members of the Soul Stealers, of course, their guild is called a “clan”.

Their guild is full of jackal casters, and because of the abundant resources, their unheard of guild has a strength that is second to none among the newbies.

“Old Evil! Someone’s coming, in the sky!”

A short Ancient Jackal Necromancer pointed to the sky, Wang Lao Xie nodded and made a gesture, and in the next instant, several Jackal players cast spells and summoned a large number of Undead Bone Vultures to fly into the sky for air defense, but they soon confirmed that the people coming were “their own people”.

“Whoosh!”

Ohio Pig gathered his wings and fell from the sky, the fat vampire warmly stepped forward to shake hands with his jackal brothers when he landed on the ground.

But Wang Laoxie was wary, he made a gesture signaling for Ohio Pig to stop where he was, then coughed twice and uttered the code word:
“Palace Jade Liquor?”

“Ahem, eighty for the sledgehammer, forty for the small hammer!”

“Well, it’s done, one of our own is right.”

Old Evil nodded his head in satisfaction, before going forward to shake hands with Ohi Pig.

The same as the budding new powerful guild leader, Ohio Pig this guy eyes are very poisonous, he swept over with a glance and was shocked to find that the more than sixty jackals have equipment of high quality scary, and the same style of darkness flow makes these gangly guys get together like a dynamic social organization, can not help but let a person suspect that this group of jackals living treasure in reality in the end what occupation?

“Much ado about nothing, guys, everything you want is hidden at the Point C rendezvous in the nearby pit, go get it yourselves.”

Ohio Pig handed a map to Wang Laoxie and instructed:

“After getting the stuff, follow pit 9 all the way to the end, then switch to pit 2 in Bafengt Canyon and continue, this is a long road, but there are no curves very suitable for you to advance. the end of pit 2 is the Bafengt Big underground palace, your next job will be done there.

Master Qin has prepared a trading ground for you at assembly point 11 above the palace, which is handled by Ms. Winnie, a Red Magic Hall mage from the Blood Wyvern Clan, so remember to report the code word ‘Yingling Hall Forever’ when you go there.

The overall map of Baphomet’s palace is also in Ms. Winnie’s hands.

That NPC is our Brother Stick’s ‘sister-in-law’ and regularly sells some rare summoning spells that don’t limit professions, so she’s quite popular amongst the players, so be polite when you go over there, it’s one of our own.”

“Done.”

Wang Lao Xie coolly made an OK gesture with his paw, and casually raised his hand, more than sixty Jackal Necromancers summoned their mounts at the same time, and the undead wolves built from skeletons resembled the skeleton warhorses that were currently very popular on the player’s side, but it was obviously a bit cooler.

There were also a few guys who summoned White Bone Bipedal Flying Dragons as their air force.

The strength of this group of people once again impressed Ohio Pig.

Crap, these guys hadn’t been laughed at by the players when they first chose the Jackals, but now it seemed that people were the real smart ones. They were all newcomers who entered the game in the same batch, and the quality of this equipment of Wang Lao Xie could even spell out with the veteran players.

F*ck, it really makes people envious and jealous.

Seeing the Soul Stealer Clan leave under the darkness of the night, Hei Pig’s side opened the communication of the Operational Treasure Pearl and reported to Boss Chen Long:
“The hyenas have entered the nest!”

“Huh?”

Tatsurakawa asked back in confusion:

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Cipher language, you stupid chairman, shouldn’t we communicate in coded language in this situation?”

Inuyasha said in a somewhat frantic voice:

“Isn’t this the plan you set in motion? Dog, have you forgotten yourself?”

“Ahahahaha, slip up, slip up, now that it’s done then come back, we just received a map of the Mejewa Treasure II and III caches on our side from Ms. Velanthar, and everyone at Fort Courage is ready to go exploring.”

Tatsuya said with some embarrassment:

“I’m discussing the distribution with a few presidents, I’m going to unite a few budding guilds to eat a treasure land alone, these veteran players are pricing it really hard, have to think of a way to put together some money, this side of the equipment to take the end we should also return to the Maginot line of defense, have to think of a way to enhance a wave of strength before the duel well.

Anyway, hurry back, tomorrow morning we have to leave.”

(End of chapter)