Chapter 112 111 I crawled out of my filth, no one has the right to judge me
Chapter 112 111. I crawled out of filth, and no one has the right to judge me! 【5160】
"Countdown to 10 seconds!"
In the self-destruction chamber, Miriam was completely overwhelmed by the emotions in her heart.
She cried and shouted out the final countdown, and then she could no longer resist the despair that came over her. She turned around and hugged Major Fraser next to her as if seeking refuge.
This action made the major's body freeze in place.
It is embarrassing to say that although he comes from a noble family and is already 30 years old, the major is still blank in terms of relationships. The most direct contact with women in the past was just a very gentlemanly invitation to dance with her at a dance.
But he knew that Miriam's actions at this time could not represent anything.
She was just simply afraid.
This is the instinctive reaction of fragile human beings when facing death. It does not represent cowardice, nor does it represent ugliness.
He could completely understand Miriam's fear, because he was also suffering the same emotional impact at this time.
However, as a gentleman, the major naturally shouldered the obligations of a man in this desperate moment.
He opened his hands and held the trembling Miriam in his arms. His height of 193 cm allowed him to almost completely protect the red-haired girl. Even if death was imminent, he would still cast the last "Sigh" for this fearful lady.
wall".
This is the most silent contempt for death that a man can show at his last moment.
"boom"
The psychic core in front of Tris' eyes pulsed with a strange flash, which was a signal of the arrival of the response, causing the Scarlet Witch's heart to stop beating at this moment.
She used almost all the strength in her body to push down the psychic core, and the self-destruction core immediately activated, and almost all the psychic nodes throughout the Blood Eagle Corridor were forcibly destroyed in the blink of an eye.
The precise system shaped by the holy blood pool as the center of the circle collapsed within three seconds, triggering a violent energy turbulence that collapsed along the explosion path calculated by thirty psychic orbs, and suppressed the out-of-control holy blood.
The pool can only inject the dirty spiritual energy that is restless inside into specific directions.
So the next moment, the out-of-control and scorching scarlet light pierced the subspace rift above as accurately as a cannonball.
The latter's collapse speed accelerated more than ten times at this moment, and the three-dimensional mapping of subspace, star realm and material world was completely penetrated because of this path, allowing the crazy chaotic spiritual energy that should have been tilted in the material world to collapse behind.
A crack appeared.
This caused it to immediately begin to collapse in reverse.
"哐"
The oncoming Chaos Storm severely knocked Murphy away. He spread his blood wings and rolled gracefully in the air to the ground, landing right next to the First Lord Palano and the old knight Finok.
At this time, the few remaining people in the battlefield littered with corpses raised their heads, and they could see that the subspace rift that looked like the Eye of Chaos had completely turned into a chaotic storm.
It's like black cracks extending in the air when broken glass.
Not only are there recycling and explosions of energy collapse, but there are also weird sounds constantly coming from it.
Weird twisted limbs that seemed to be covered with oil poked out from the irregular black nebula-like cracks, like a spider waving its knotted and hairy legs, or like a monster made entirely of arms.
Trying to crawl into the human world.
Those ferocious claws scratched the void full of malice, trying to grab a stable thing so that it could truly enter the material world. The faded stone statue of Salokdar was also completely thrown into the opened subspace rift in the scratching of this weird thing.
middle.
Like a pebble dropped into a pond, it floats on the water and disappears without even making a splash.
"Mother of the Night, what kind of filthy ghost is that?"
The first lord Palano roared angrily.
The old knight Finok had already begun to recite the name of God silently and seemed to be about to release a large-scale divine spell. As for Murphy, he quickly threw a detection spell at the thing in front of him.
Interfering snowflake-like patterns appear on the character cards.
The information tag on the opposite side of the strange thing that wants to crawl out of the closing subspace rift is emerging bit by bit with great difficulty:
Name: [Midnight Mistress] Subspace Shadow
Profession:???
Rank:???
Rating: Like a god·The core is missing
Creature description: [Depraved expectations that are not answered will always turn into ferocious things to invade reality. He can no longer become what it was when it was designed, and cannot even have the core of the body to respond to the call, so it can only live in the boundless chaotic malice.
Degenerated into a twisted god.
He is the Mistress of Midnight!
It is also the future of Femis Cecilia Lesembra that was cut off.】
"She's crying"
The eldest lady, who was held in Lord Palano's arms, turned pale and murmured to herself:
"She was calling me, she begged me to become one with her, she begged me to save her."
"Don't be stupid! She just wants to swallow you to make herself complete. No matter what she wants to do after she is complete, believe me! That will definitely not be a good thing for us vampires."
Murphy let go of the buzzing Necessary Evil in his hand, letting the Demon Blade of Desire float in his hand, and waved his fingers to let Maxim and Mrs. Adele, who were seriously injured behind him, carry the eldest lady on their backs and leave the place.
No matter what happens next, Femis must be kept as far away from this subspace shadow created by Sarokdar's magic as possible.
"You guys should go too!"
The old knight Finok stood on the spot like a giant tree rooted in the ground. Surrounded by emerald green spiritual energy, he said without looking back:
"If left unchecked, the filth of the subspace will be poisoned here. Although most of the energy has been banished to the star realm by Lady Tris, even the remaining bits are enough to cause irreversible damage. My god has sent down a god
This is the time for the saints to die."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
The first lord Palano, who was fighting side by side with Old Finock just now, banged his broken lance on the ground. He stared at Old Finock and said sternly:
"Don't go anywhere! Follow me back to the Knights' station to accept Lord Paying's questioning. This is your only mission! You can't escape this responsibility."
"Yes, I admit that I am guilty. It is a terrible sin, enough to scare countless naughty little boys into tears at night."
The old knight grinned.
The strange sacred white oak armor on his body began to turn into natural wood again like an old tree rejuvenating at this moment, with vines and branches extending from the armor and taking root in place.
In just a few seconds, Old Finock seemed to have turned into a giant oak tree that was growing. He had made a decision and made up his mind to no longer avoid the secrets that had been kept deep inside him.
As the barrel helmets also spread out among the branches, the old knight's blood-stained human face, which was transforming into wood, looked at Palano, who had a serious face.
He whispered:
"You descendants of arrogance have really smart noses. I saw it when I fought alongside you during the Fourth Black Disaster. When I saw you appearing at this time, I knew that my journey should come to an end.
The end.
But Paliano!
My sins were not sought by me actively, they were just a remnant of the search for the truth in the depths of history. If you dig your hands into the mud to try to find out the truth beneath the filth, how can you possibly keep your hands clean again?"
"What did you find?"
The first lord asked:
"What do you get for soiling your hands?"
"There is nothing but remorse! They extended an invitation to me, and I paid the price for it. The moment I could finally join them, my God's will made me repent.
The so-called pursuit of the truth is just a trick they use to lure upright people into evil ways.
I should never have been curious about them in the first place!"
The voice of the white knight Old Finock, who was truly transformed into a giant tree with roots under the influence of magic, became dry, like the friction between canes.
He looked at Palano and Murphy and warned very carefully and seriously:
"Stay away from them!
Don't make the same mistake I did, there's no need to try to reach out to them to get the answers you're after, every one of them is a source of hopeless contamination.
Ancients like Sarokdar are just pawns played by them.
Murphy, you heard Salokdar's last-minute warning to you.
stay away from dusk
You must stay away from them, those people have been walking on the road to chaos for too long."
"Is that an organization? They planned all this?"
Murphy narrowed his eyes and asked:
"Did you know this was going to happen in Cadman City from the beginning?"
"No, I do not know."
The old knight's voice became deeper and slower, just like the deep and ancient sound when a giant tree opens its mouth.
He said:
"But behind all the subspace-related disasters in the world in recent hundreds of years, there are their shadows. Your Lord Paying knows more. Maybe you shouldn't ask, and don't be curious about them.
I am indeed guilty!
My God, I have committed an unforgivable sin in the name of seeking the truth. The distant new continent is filled with disasters caused by my hands, and I will sacrifice my life for it.
Death is the only atonement, may you see it all.
No one can judge me!
Except for your majesty."
"Click, click, click"
A low cracking sound came from Murphy's feet, which meant that Old Finock's magic had advanced to the end.
He turned himself into a white oak with natural purifying divinity, and used its tough roots to wrap the entire dilapidated Holy Blood Hall and the shadows in front of him trying to climb out of the subspace rift, forming a sealed god.
art space.
"Let's go, leave! Tell them that old Finok is dead! He died like a hero in the battle with Sarokdar and the evil beings in the warp."
The Lord of White Oak urged Murphy and Palano to leave at this time even though they were filled with doubts.
The clusters of divine thorns in front of them made way for them, and when Murphy took the first step, an emerald green branch wrapped around the large oak holy blade "Watcher" hung down beside him, entangled in the vines
He also shaped a forest scabbard to wrap the holy blade to prevent Avalon's divine power from burning Murphy.
The moment the vampire got the holy blade, he heard old Finok whisper in his heart:
"I have thought carefully about your suggestion. You once said that all homeless people who contribute to Transia can become the masters of this land.
I have given everything for this land, I have bought their tickets.
Murphy, please accept my heirs.
There are also Dusk Shadows in the Plantagenet Kingdom, don’t let them go back!”
"Okay, I promise, as long as they are willing to stay."
Murphy held the Great Oak Blade in his arms, and at the moment he left, he heard Old Finock's deep thanks:
"Then I will bless you, noble Alpha."
"???"
Murphy looked back as if struck by lightning. He didn't know where Old Finnock knew this code name.
But as if he sensed his doubts, in the emerald light that finally shattered inwards, wrapped the subspace shadow and disappeared into the shattered cracks, the last voice of the Lord of White Oak came out.
"My God has graciously told me, this miserable lost person, everything about the future at this last moment. My God is watching you, and my God is blessing you.
My god will go with you, and all the spirits will follow you on the sea of stars, Alpha, keep moving forward."
"boom"
The entire Holy Blood Hall completely collapsed at this moment.
The ruins that completely collapsed into entities can no longer find any trace of their existence, and even the building itself seems to be falling into the endless void.
This collapse soon triggered a chain reaction, causing buildings around the Hall of Holy Blood to collapse.
But after all, this is the base camp that the Blood Vulture Clan spent 400 years building. It shouldn't collapse to the point where it can no longer be entered, but cleaning it up will definitely be a time-consuming process.
"Walk!"
The First Lord grabbed Murphy, who was still looking back in the crumbling corridor.
The two of them ran to safety one after the other. Just as they turned the corner, Murphy bumped head-on into Natalie Finokea Lawson, who was staggering towards her.
The gray-haired Witcher was covered in blood and had just woken up from the coma of the battle.
But she clutched her heart and looked so painful that she couldn't breathe.
She looked straight ahead and seemed to know what was happening there. She howled and tried to break away regardless of Murphy's obstruction, and then rushed towards the Holy Blood Hall, which was wrapped in tree roots and collapsed without a trace.
"Let me go! Vampire! Damn dog! Let me go! He's in front!"
Natalie screamed with no dignity at all.
But Murphy just silently held her back and pulled her back. Lord Paliano, who had always been extremely gentle towards beautiful things, had to use a little trick at this moment, as the illusion of a black rose appeared in front of Natalie's eyes.
The reverberation exploded, and the dual weakness caused by the body and the spirit came up all at once, causing her to scream in grief and fainted in Murphy's arms.
"Savoring sadness is always a life in which beautiful things cannot be avoided."
The First Lord took the unconscious witch hunter very gently, held her in his arms like a princess, and showed Murphy an impeccably handsome smile.
While opening a path ahead and smashing the collapsed walls, he asked softly:
"Murphy, beautiful Murphy, you have just experienced sadness, I can smell it."
"I don't deny that."
Murphy hugged the big oak holy blade and followed the first lord out of the danger zone. He waved his hand to recall Necessary Evil, so that the Demon Sword of Desire was quietly placed in the scabbard that once belonged to the Blade of the Desire Clan at his waist.
He said hoarsely:
"We have all experienced sadness today, but we must continue to move forward and not let those sadness turn into helpless tears."
"Well said! It is indeed a beautiful thing that I value."
Lord Palano nodded very appreciatively.
But a few seconds later, Murphy coughed and said in a serious tone:
"But regarding your previous description of Tris, I have a slightly different view. Maybe it's a bit childish to say this, but from today on, handsome Lord Palano! Tris is no longer your goddess."
"Oh, the declaration of sovereignty after victory is such a classic! Does one beautiful thing want to dominate another beautiful thing?"
Palano laughed, and then said in a subtle tone:
"But do you really understand Mrs. Tracey? No, you are just seduced by beauty, Murphy.
Just like when I was young.
Only when you truly understand the Scarlet Witch will you know that just now, in a garden full of roses, you picked yourself the most delicate red rose covered with spikes.
Believe me.
You will definitely bleed from this.
And I have to remind you, Murphy, the traditional vampire culture has clear prohibitions on the transgression of children and elders. It's not that those old guys don't understand love.
They have just seen through that it is impossible for real love to be born under the influence of a blood contract. It is just admiration with shackles! Will slaves become friends with slave owners?
So before you talk about love, break your chains."
"I'm happy to do it, can you take care of it?"
Running in the darkness, Murphy whispered:
"If you want to pick a delicate rose, it would be imperfect if you didn't shed a little blood, right? A little pain is just a witness tax paid to the God of Love.
As for the shackles
The key is not in my hand!"
"Ha, such a beautiful realization!"
Palano praised:
"I really appreciate you more and more, beautiful Murphy."
