Chapter 912 911? Is it getting violent? Why are the witch hunters carrying
Chapter 912 Ah? What’s going on? Why do witch hunters bring vampires to kill aliens! - [610]
"The order from the material world has been received. We will return to our hometown in thirty minutes. Everyone, the astral journey in Cadman City is over!"
The "elder" of the Blood Vulture Clan, who had just completed the conversation with Sister Cement in the restricted area of the swamp with the help of the power of the Endless Manis, and confirmed the return time, could not bear the joy in his heart, and asked his fellow tribesmen in the dilapidated Blood Vulture Tower.
conveyed the good news.
Even the gloomy vampires who had always been unsmiling and followed ancient traditions also gave out unabashed cheers when the good news arrived, like a lively celebration, which was in sharp contrast to the dead and dark stars above their heads.
But they still knew the importance, and immediately assigned manpower to deliver the good news to all the big and small forces in the city.
Such a news can undoubtedly boost people's hearts at this moment. The most important thing is that after nine months of drifting in the astral world, this city has reached its limit no matter how hard it persists. It is time for some truly good people to
The news comes to inspire the last bit of strength in the bodies of city residents to prepare for various problems after returning to the material world.
"Where is the messenger now?"
After sending someone to deliver the news, the vampire elder asked his most trusted heir.
This thin-looking vampire wearing a black robe and looking rather gloomy is actually not a real family elder. The elders of the Blood Vulture clan have all been sent by Salokdar to "form" part of the Midnight Mother.
Before Cadman City was sent to the star realm, this guy was just an ordinary Grand Duke's personal guard, but after entering the star realm, he became the person with the highest status among the surviving vampires and the person closest to the source of blood.
The title of elder was given because of this, but to be honest, this is not a good job.
Being "judged" in a bad environment means that the person concerned basically cannot enjoy the taste of power, but must devote himself wholeheartedly to the cause of self-rescue.
To be honest, if it weren't for some unexpected factors, this old vampire would have given up long ago. Traditional vampires are not a noble species willing to dedicate everything to their duties.
Facing the elder's question, his descendant immediately replied:
"Mr. Norman is still repeating what he has been doing the past few days. The silent witch hunter has a soft spot for hunting. He is now in the dark alley of Fink Street, among the bastards who obey the Twilight Cult.
The base is right there.”
"Is he the only one?"
The elder blinked and said:
"Isn't anyone else following?"
"Several Avalon-worshiping groups in the urban areas are his staunch followers."
Zi Si replied with a headache:
"After that guy spread the news that the Temple of Avalon was rebuilt in Transia, many people among the civilian population have converted to the God of Nature in the past few days. If it was just an ordinary conversion, there would be no problem, but
Elder, you know the situation in the city very well.
When everyone has been in despair for several months, suddenly people from outside come and bring hope of salvation, and the frenzy that will be triggered is simply indescribable.
We may have to think of a way. The cult of Avalon is expanding in the city every minute. The God of Nature has also gone crazy. He actually gave power to those fanatical converts!
They got some strange seeds that can take root and sprout even in the astral world. It only takes one night to grow breadfruit. One fruit can feed a person, but the taste is terrible. In short, they rely on this hand
Already started to actively preach.
But this is our vampire city!"
"I haven't seen you say so responsibly in the past few months that this is our city."
The elder, who was exhausted mentally and physically from maintaining this mess, complained:
"Are you planning to do something in advance to show your value to the family because you know you are about to return? Don't bother! The information revealed by Lord Norman has already shown that the only thing that is the same between the rebuilt family and the Blood Vulture in our memory is
The place only has that name, and what we have to face when we go back is a completely new situation.
And how do you know breadfruit tastes bad?
Are you planning to convert to Avalon too?"
"I do think so."
The son-in-law curled his lips and said:
"The God of Nature doesn't want us either. It's just that my blood servant brought me a fruit last night as a tribute. I have already driven that guy out of the inner city. As a blood servant, he actually asked the servant of the God of Nature
Begging for food is simply embarrassing!"
"Shut up and don't discuss issues about gods so casually in the future."
The elder scolded, then thought for a moment and said:
"You select some elite soldiers from the tribesmen in the inner city to support Mr. Norman in clearing out the Twilight servants. You have to do it quickly! The problem must be solved within thirty minutes. I don't want Tris to let Tris go after returning to the material world.
The Archduke sees that the city we strive to maintain is filled with rats hiding in the darkness."
"That's easy, Elder."
Zi Si said:
"Those bastards can't confuse other people in the city. Isn't this city protected by an unknown great power?"
"Just do the work."
The vampire elder was not in the mood to discuss this issue. After driving away his heir, he straightened his untidy robes and returned to his room.
This is probably the only benefit that a city manager can enjoy during this period of disaster.
His room in the Blood Eagle Tower once belonged to Sarokdar. Not to mention the luxurious decoration, the collections in the room alone were priceless. There was no hope before, so these expensive things were not even as good as a wonderful gift.
Blood Eater, but now about to return, these collections and this room are valuable in their own right.
The elder plans to tidy up this place again.
When the Grand Duke of the New Blood Vulture and Lord Murphy came to inspect the city, this was where they would stay.
But there is a more important thing waiting for the elders to operate.
He carefully closed the door, strode to a simple shrine in front of the fireplace in the room, knelt down on the ground like the most sincere believer in his vampire body, clasped his hands on his chest, and closed his eyes.
He said softly as before:
"Ah, the great and silent Midnight Mother, this city that has been protected by you for a long time is about to turn around. Please give enlightenment to your believers. Should we inform our compatriots in the material world of your existence?
After all, vampires who have always been ignored by the gods now have their own gods. I can think about it with my wings, how shocking it is, and what kind of terrifying repercussions it will cause.
God, please give me your enlightenment for my dullness."
He behaves like a completely devout person, but because vampires have not had even a dime of relationship with the gods since the beginning of the era, this resulted in this vampire elder's pious demeanor but his prayer words having no etiquette at all.
Just like people can't describe colors they haven't seen, devout vampires don't know how to communicate with their gods. Bah, the words "piety" and "vampire" are really unappetizing when put together.
However, no response or enlightenment came back from the shrine.
This is not an unexpected situation.
Ever since the brave and fearless Avalon messenger traveled across the star realm to Cadman City and brought news of the material world to the city, the shrine and the power behind it fell silent, as if it had completed its mission.
It left this blessed city as quietly as it appeared.
The vampire elder waited patiently for a few minutes. When he didn't see any response, he knew that his prayer had failed again. This made him couldn't help but start to wonder if all the great power he had seen and come into contact with in the past nine months was just in his mind.
What about groundless fantasies born of despair?
But one thing is for sure!
The reason why Cadman City was able to drift in the star realm for nine months without being sent into the subspace by the Twilight Cultists and becoming an abomination was definitely not because of the protection of the two layers of Serenade Barrier.
This city has been watched by some kind of force for some time in the past, and this is the main reason why their group of astral wanderers can survive until now.
"well"
The elder stood up, patted the dust on his body, and glanced at the abstract shrine made by himself. He curled his lips and said:
"So, the lack of enlightenment from the gods means that I need to make my own decision on this matter. This might cause our group of vampires to be purged as heretics. Well, is this the decision-making pressure of the leader?
No wonder Sarokdar used to be so gloomy and unable to show even a trace of a smile. It was extremely difficult to lead such a thing while looking at the scenery.
Fortunately, okay, now someone is willing to take over this terrible deal, so it doesn’t have to fall into my hands.”
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In a city filled with joy knowing that it was about to return to the material world, deep in the dark alley outside Fink Street, old Norman, who had made himself an iron mask again, was leading his fanatical followers in this twisted and broken place.
There is a battle going on.
The spatial system of the streets and dark alleys in front of me has been completely shattered, like a maze.
This is one of the sequelae caused by the city being eroded by the power of the star realm. In fact, the entire Cadman City was torn apart before falling into the star realm. At this time, it was treated like plasticine in a way that the mortal mind could not understand.
Special structures are kneaded together, and space-fragmented structures similar to the dark alley in front of you are everywhere in the city.
If this thing is called a "small secret realm", then the number of small secret realms in Cadman City is at least more than a hundred.
Most of them are places where strangers are not allowed to enter. Who knows what kind of dangerous things are hidden deep in the maze of these broken spaces. After all, this city has been drifting in the star realm for nine months. Now even if it comes from a certain secret realm
No one would be surprised if an astral lava dragon jumped out.
But the area where Norman is at this time is more important.
The base camp of those cultists in the city who couldn't resist despair and obeyed the temptation of dusk is here. It stands to reason that in the environment of Cadman City, the number of people captured by despair should be large, but Norman's actions in the past few days
After an on-site visit, I unexpectedly discovered that there are actually not many cultists in this city.
Although most people are indeed desperate, they refuse to bow to the world-destroying cult.
It's not that the people in Cadman City are so upright, it's purely because their thinking has traces of being guided, and there is some kind of force that prevents them from joining the Dusk.
This phenomenon alone made Norman's scalp feel numb.
Such large-scale spiritual guidance that takes effect in a short period of time without being noticed by anyone is definitely the work of some god! No wonder Cadman City can persist in the astral drift for so long. This is not just a miracle for mortals.
The question now is which god is secretly supporting this?
With this question in mind, Norman silently moved forward in the broken space.
There are still wounds left on his body that were scratched by plane rifts when he fell into the star realm, as well as scars caused by secondary burns. Perhaps the power of the star realm is taking effect. In short, Norman's injuries healed quickly.
But there was a strange astral shimmer near the wound.
He could feel the power of the astral world changing him.
And not only himself, but also the fanatical believers who are following him in exterminating the cultists all have similar marks.
After adapting to the dirty psychic energy of the astral world, they were permanently changed. Some people's pupils began to glow, while others' hair began to be stained with unique colors, and some people's skin appeared natural.
The runes and tattoos gave them all kinds of strange powers.
It's as strange as the existence of the astral world itself.
It's hard to say whether this change is good or bad, but one thing is certain. The people in Cadman City can no longer be simply classified as human beings. They are transforming into another kind of creature. According to the old religion, it is called "subhuman race"
", just like the demi-human race on some remote islands in the foggy sea.
"They're hiding right in front!"
A young boy with black claws on his hands shouted loudly, causing Norman and the remaining fanatics to immediately draw their weapons. Before they could step into the fragmented space occupied by the cultists, they heard a voice behind them.
Come the sound of flapping wings.
Norman turned around and saw hundreds of fully armed vampires falling in the dark alley behind.
The appearance of these guys stimulated Avalon's astral fanatics, who all yelled and pointed their weapons at the vampires behind them.
This kind of open-fire confrontation would have been unimaginable in Cadman City in the past, but nine months of suffering and drifting have long since detonated the conflict between humans and vampires, and the relationship between the two parties at this time is by no means a good one.
In the past period of time, a rather fragile peace has been maintained between them, and confrontations between humans and vampires have also broken out sporadically.
"Put down your weapons, we are here to help on behalf of the Blood Vulture Clan! The elders do not want this city to bring a shipload of bilge rats with it when it returns to Transia. The dirty things born in the star realm should be destroyed forever.
Stay in this graveyard of stars."
The leading vampire grabbed his bayonet and shouted. Norman stared at him and stretched out his hand to signal the fanatics around him to quiet down.
He said hoarsely:
"You can't represent the Blood Vulture Clan! You can't even represent Transia! But we won't refuse your help. Let's act separately. You go to the left, we are on the right. We will return to the material world in ten minutes. Stay.
The time given to us is not sufficient.
So mind your paws and don't stir up trouble!"
This tough stance made some vampires unhappy, but important matters were at stake right now, so the two sides quickly worked together to break into the Dusk Servant's stronghold.
However, no particularly fierce fighting broke out. After all, those who dared to act openly in the city in the past few days have been tied to the stake. Those who are left here are a group of cowards who believe in annihilationism.
It is said that these guys actually bowed their heads to the dusk despite the deliberate guidance and prevention of mysterious forces. It shows how unsteady these bastards are, they are all a bunch of insects!
Even if such people devote themselves to the great cause of destroying the world, it will be difficult for them to achieve real achievements.
However, Norman was very keen to discover that when the vampires spread their wings, they also had some dark star dots on their wings, and some vampires used spiritual energy with a strong astral aura, although these pretentious guys concealed
Very good, but there is no doubt that they, like the city, have been permanently changed by the astral plane.
But how to deal with them is what Mr. Murphy and Grand Duke Tris need to consider.
Norman wielded his sword and hacked to death a Twilight cultist whose body had become distorted and mutated. There was still a hidden problem in his mind that needed to be solved.
He had already told Potter when he said goodbye before, and now they must all think that he has died, but how should he explain all this when he reappears in front of them?
Oh, I have a headache.
Does Potter feel like a coward?
Old Norman turned around helplessly. He wanted to ask his daughter, as he had done for a long time in the past, but when he turned around he saw only a broken space with nothing behind him.
The illusion of his daughter disappeared.
The moment she fell into the star realm, she never appeared again.
Maybe the star realm interfered with his thinking, maybe it was because the knot in the past was untied in the fierce fire, or maybe he actually died once, and during the period of death, he had already reunited with his family.
.
But I can't stay in the Kingdom of Avalon. I haven't completed the mission given by the gods. I have to continue until the moment when this journey of life ends forever.
Alas, this world is so bad!
Not even a veteran who has lived enough should be allowed to quietly self-destruct.
So, fuck that shameless, nosy, stupid goat man! When you get back, you have to give him a good look.
Yes.
Wait until you return to the human world from this dream of death
