Chapter 16 16 As long as you work hard, you will gain something, so I’ll just roll it up, okay?
Chapter 16 16. As long as you work hard, you will gain something, so I’ll just roll it up, okay?
Under the moonlight of the dark night, Murphy's eyes widened.
He stared at the first extra talent entry and the professional reminder on his character card. After being stunned for five seconds, a burst of ecstasy broke out in his heart.
Well, just now I was complaining about my talent, but now I gave myself a surprise!
It turns out that this kind of imitation and learning through experience summary is the real essence of experience system and template upgrade?
"Change job!"
Murphy made a decision, and the "Blood Vulture Apprentice" on his character card was changed to "Blood Vulture Swordsman", and then a series of prompts popped up:
[The blood vulture swordsman career change was successful!
Professional characteristic bonus: The upper limit of blood vulture swordsmanship proficiency is increased from "Mastery" to "Master", and the damage caused when using blood vulture swordsmanship in combat is increased.
This damage bonus is related to sword proficiency.
New talent: Storm: Each successful melee combo will increase the attack speed until the physical fitness can withstand the maximum attack speed. The attack speed bonus disappears after the combo is interrupted.
New talent: Lightning Reflex: You can counterattack every time you block in melee. The success rate of counterattack increases with the proficiency of swordsmanship skills.
New talent: Night Swordsman: The vampire swordsman's unique ghostly footsteps will strengthen the swordsmanship hit in the dark night and improve dodge.
The career information has been updated. The current main career is Level 1 Blood Eagle Swordsman. When either the main or secondary career reaches level 10 and the character level reaches 10, the Trial of Strength·Black Iron Body can be triggered.]
Murphy finished reading the prompt that popped up.
He did not immediately try the changes in swordsmanship, but realized another problem:
If swordsmanship skills can be improved by reading skill manuals, then can the spiritual talent, which is rumored to be destined to death at birth, be broken through in a similar way?
Murphy narrowed his eyes, and he immediately put away the swordsmanship manual in his hand, and took out the psychic skills manual written by Miss Femis.
This thing is much thicker than the swordsmanship manual.
Rather than an essay, it is more like the eldest lady's study notes when she first learned about psychic powers. It is more like a relatively elementary psychic magic book.
He opened the first page and was immediately dizzy by the complex-looking psychic models drawn in front of him.
This mysterious supernatural power looks really different from swordsmanship. Reading this thing really requires patience and brains. Fortunately, Murphy is not an idiot and understands what the current situation is, so he patiently read on.
The first chapter of the codex describes in detail the most basic technique "psionic impact".
Murphy can also do this, but the eldest lady obviously has the guidance of a famous teacher.
She described in detail the seven different release modes of psychic shock taught by her mentor, which made Murphy feel ashamed.
When he uses this skill, he grabs a ball of dark energy and throws it at the enemy very roughly. His posture is like a gorilla's dung ball attack. He can't help but despise himself for not having any technical skills at all.
Maxim, who was practicing swordsmanship next to him, wanted to remind Master Murphy that it was time to go back.
But when he saw Murphy holding the book and reading it very seriously, the loyal blood servant did not say anything to disturb his master, but silently grabbed the Swift Sword and started practicing again.
Although he himself is a superstitious boy born in Transia, even though he is nicknamed "Monster", he knows that reading more is not a bad thing.
After almost half an hour, Murphy, who was really dizzy, decisively closed the book.
While rubbing his head, he looked at the prompt that popped up again on the character card in front of him:
[Repeatedly read the first chapter of Phemis Cecilia Lesembra's Psychic Codex, and the proficiency of psionic impact skills has been greatly improved, and is currently "skilled".
hint!
Because the author of this book has a "mastery" level for psychic impact skills, the limit to which this skill can be improved by reading this book and practicing it is "mastery".]
[New skill mastery·Extended branches of psychic impact skills: dark ray, protective ball, restraint, suffocation, shock wave, energy blast, and strong wind.
hint!
Branch skills are used as an extension of the main skill, and their proficiency increases with the improvement of the main skill.】
[Due to reaching "skilled" in psionic skills, the sub-professional "Empty" can be transferred to "Psychic Apprentice", yes/no? 】
"This is awesome!"
This series of reminders made Murphy clenched his fists.
All previous complaints about poor talent disappeared in this instant.
To put it bluntly, Murphy is not really against time travel. What he fears most is that his talent will be limited and all his efforts will be in vain.
But now it turns out that in this different world, all his inputs will be transformed into outputs visible to the naked eye.
The confusion about the future was once again dispelled.
Phew, do you want to continue in a world where you can become stronger as long as you work hard?
What a joke!
My fucking volume is so explosive!
"confirm!"
Murphy took a deep breath. Just like before, when the sub-professional job transfer was completed, another series of prompts popped up:
["Dark Psychic Apprentice" career transfer successful!
Professional characteristic bonus: increased psychic perception, increased utilization of dark psychic energy, increased psychic energy recovery speed.
New talent: Dark Psychic Manipulation: When using dark psionic techniques, the destructive power is increased, the duration of the effect is extended, and all psionic attacks have a weak mental shock effect on the enemy.
New talent: Psychic feedback: Dark psionic resistance is increased, and solar psionic resistance is weakened.
New talent: Blood Spirit: The unique racial talent of vampires can quickly recover spiritual energy consumption by sucking the blood of creatures, and temporarily increase the upper limit of spiritual energy and the destructive power of skills.
The career information has been updated. The current sub-class is Level 1 Dark Psychic Apprentice. When either the main or sub-class reaches 10 and the character level reaches 10, the Trial of Strength·Black Iron Body can be triggered.]
"Come!"
Looking at his brand-new character class card, Murphy grinned, put the psionic code into the bag he collected from the eldest lady, waved his hand, pulled out the scarlet cage hand sword and hooked his fingers at his servant.
He glanced at the moon above his head, thanked the Mother of Night in his heart for the gift, moved his neck again and said to Maxim:
"We only have three days. Both you and I must do our best to become stronger, otherwise we will really die in the death mission assigned by the black-hearted young lady.
We gotta survive, Mark!
We must survive by any means necessary!
We want to go back to Cadman City alive together! Let’s get ahead together! Let’s do something big together and complete our big plan together!”
These words made the blood servant, who had always longed to stand out, clenched his fists.
He nodded fiercely, grabbed the Swift Sword and attacked Master Murphy.
Of course, I was mentally prepared for Master Murphy's poor swordsmanship, so I deliberately slowed down the attack.
However, the moment the sword blade swept towards him, Murphy raised his head to dodge delicately, then flipped his wrist and struck forward to launch a precise counterattack. The blade, which was buzzing and trembling due to the high-speed movement, came to one point and stopped precisely at Maxim.
in front of the throat.
This wonderful anti-counterattack sword made the blood servant freeze on the spot.
Then he saw his master create a ball of beating psychic sparks in the darkness, and gave him a subtle smile.
He said:
"Do you really think you are powerful just because you were given the opportunity? Mark, don't let yourself go, and don't underestimate your master!"
——
Three hours later, the arrival of the darkest hour of the day also means dawn is approaching.
With his arms sore and his psychic energy completely exhausted, Murphy felt his body being hollowed out and dragged his exhausted body back to the campfire.
The beaten Maxim behind him was so embarrassed that he could hardly even walk.
After all, he was wearing chain armor that was more protective but heavier, and he didn't have a vampire body that could recover quickly like Murphy. Now he just wanted to have a good sleep.
But Murphy was happy in his heart.
Because after three hours of hard training, his swordsman level reached level 2, which fully proved that killing monsters was not the only way to level up, or even the main way.
Miriam, who was hugging her body, was rubbing her eyes and sitting by the campfire.
She didn't sleep well at all that night. All the stories about vampires and ghosts she had heard since she was a child were playing out in her mind, causing her to yawn nonstop.
"Where did this carriage come from?"
Murphy saw an all-black carriage parked by the bonfire. It was not exactly exquisite, it was just a four-wheeled vehicle used by small businessmen to load goods, but it had a large space and good airtightness. There was an old horse chewing in front of it.
Pick up fodder.
"The eldest lady's human servants sent it when they gathered together. There is also an old lady who speaks coldly and calls herself the eldest lady's housekeeper. She just came to inform me."
Miriam yawned and said:
"Mrs. Adele said she would leave at dawn and reach the ambush site within three days, but she didn't prepare a coffin for you to rest on. I think she did it on purpose.
All the other vampires have elaborate coffins to sleep in, but you don't.
You're miserable, Murphy.
Your status in the vampire clan is really embarrassing, just like a first-year college student who is bullied and isolated."
Murphy didn't care about such teasing. He looked at the carriage and turned to Miriam:
"Next, Maxim and I must seize the time to exercise our strength. Will you be able to catch the train?"
"Yes, I grew up in the village. Although I am the illegitimate daughter of the village chief, I am not pampered. My mother is a very powerful traveling businessman. She even visited Greene Island and Beifong Castle when she was young.
It’s a pity that my taste in choosing men is a bit poor.”
Miriam waved her fist confidently, and Murphy nodded and said:
"Then I'll leave it to you. When this bad luck is over, I will let you go. If necessary, I will also give you a sum of money as a tuition fee for further studies."
"Vampires are so kind?"
Miriam glanced at Murphy suspiciously. She seriously suspected that this guy was drawing cakes, but Murphy ignored her.
"Sir, more people are coming!"
Maxim suddenly reminded him, causing Murphy to look back.
In the dark night behind him, there was beating blood coming from a distance, like a crimson meteor in the night. When they got closer, Murphy saw that it was a vampire hunter that only soared at night.
They transformed into crimson bat wings and descended from the sky like predatory vultures. In the swaying of their scarlet cloaks, they landed gracefully and gracefully beside the previous group of vampires, and presented themselves to Fimi with an elegant and hypocritical gesture.
Miss Si bowed down to salute, just like a group of midnight aristocrats coming to attend a party.
More than thirty elite vampires quickly gathered here, but this was only the first wave that came to join them. It seemed that Miss Femis had already made up her mind to make a big deal out of it.
As for those windy bat wings.
That is the symbol of the Blood Eagle Clan!
Each of the seven vampire clans has its own unique power. Although other vampires also have wings as delicate and short as decorations, in the eyes of the arrogant blood vultures, the other vampires can only be called gliding or pathetic fluttering!
Only the Blood Vulture Clan's bat wings, which are wide and powerful enough, can truly control the sky.
"so hot."
Murphy was a little sour for a moment.
Although he is also an official member of the Blood Vulture Clan, he has not yet reached the level of shaping the Blood Wings because of his excessive strength. Tris has told him this, and shaping the Blood Wings is at least a matter of reaching the "Black Iron Body".
.
He is just a weak professional now and is still a little short of entering that field.
However, he glanced at the unlocked "experience bar" on his character card and groaned in his heart. With this thing in hand, it was only a matter of time before he could grow awesome wings.
He climbed into the carriage and planned to take a nap before dawn, but as soon as he got in, he saw Miriam walking over and leaning against the back of the carriage.
"You are really cunning. You deceived that foolish and loyal Maxim into making you your master, and you were even willing to risk your life for you."
Miriam whispered:
"Are all vampires as afraid of death as you are? Murphy, this is different from what I read in books."
"This is called wisdom."
Murphy glanced at the cunning lady and said lightly:
"Besides, you'd better put on the midnight cloak I gave you before. This is not a suggestion."
"Why?"
Miriam snorted and said:
"I'm not your blood servant. I only cooperate with you because I hate witch hunters."
"I can tolerate your rudeness, Miriam, because I see your wisdom and cunning shining through."
Murphy pointed at the vampires behind him who were whispering in the dark night. He blinked his eyes that glowed red in the dark night and said to Miriam:
“But my compatriots may not necessarily have such a vision.
You may not know it, but a popular saying in Cadman City in recent decades is that the blood of smart virgins tends to be more fragrant and collectible.
You might as well take a guess, if they knew you were not my blood servant, how long could you survive this night?"
Murphy rubbed his chin and said in a long voice:
"One hour? Three hours? Forget it, I still have some confidence in you, I bet five hours! After five hours, you will become a 'late night snack' used by vampires to kill boring time, and maybe there will be more
Some vampire perverts, despised as obsessed with having sex with 'domestic animals', have taken an interest in your youthful beauty.
But that's a good thing, it means you have a 'new owner'.
Let's do this, I'll bet you a gold coin!
Hey, Maxim, do you want to play?"
The loyal servant who heard the voice turned around and grinned, took out a bloody gold coin from his pocket and said:
"Sir, of course I am interested. I have seen this kind of thing too many times. Therefore, I bet this cunning and rude girl will not survive twenty minutes!"
This question and answer made Miriam turn pale.
She wanted to argue that Murphy was just trying to scare her.
But looking beyond the car into the dark night farther away, she could see pairs of scarlet light spots dancing under the moon. That was the light emitted by the eyes of the vampires when they looked at her.
Every bit is filled with cruelty and longing.
Although I have read "The Secret History of Vampires" written by the Shardeau Explorers Association in the library, and have learned about various bizarre legends about the midnight nobles in my hometown, I can only truly come into contact with these extraordinary things shaped by the night.
, she could realize how much fear those authors went through before writing those words of persuasion.
In fact, she herself knew that she came to talk to Murphy because she felt the malice permeating the night.
She knew very well that in this situation, only Murphy could protect her.
So, under Murphy's gaze, Miriam took the midnight cloak handed over by Maxim without saying a word and wrapped it tightly around herself.
This action also made the malicious eyes looking at her disappear one after another in the dark night.
Although Murphy is a rookie, the Blood Vulture Clan follows rules!
Before the elders of the blood servants die or abandon them, other vampires cannot reach out casually, otherwise they will be severely punished.
Murphy let out a satisfied laugh.
He stretched out his hand and patted the trembling little head in front of him, and said in a whisper:
"Now you are safe, go to sleep, they won't disturb you."
