Chapter 458 457 The feeling of being infinitely close to the truth is really impressive
Chapter 458 457. The feeling of being infinitely close to the truth is really head-scratching - more updates [2425]
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When the flesh-tearer staggered away from the "Place of Creation" fully dressed and carrying a body bag, the giant swamp snake that had been exiled to the star realm by the "explorer" had returned to the material world.
The time is shorter than the thirty minutes claimed by the explorer, which fully proves that even among a group of evil people who "professionally destroy the world" like the Twilight Servants, there are some very unreliable people.
And this "small mistake" was enough to cause heavy damage to the jackals and the undead army who stayed here to tear the flesh. Seeing that the situation was not good, they withdrew from the restricted area. Fortunately, the majesty of the flesh tearing was still there, so these guys did not
He ran back to Plague Town in a hurry, but left a group of undead troops to pick up the flesh and return.
Although they all hope to tear off the flesh and disappear into the depths of the swamp, how good would it be?
With the silent assistance of the Knights of Hades, Flesh Tear passed through the battlefield that was being ravaged by the giant swamp snake without any risk. One-third of the following batch of assault zombies were scattered out just to lure this giant beast.
Vent your anger elsewhere.
Facts have proved that their strategy is correct.
The roar of the giant beast echoing in the swamp fog was full of anger. It was completely angered, which meant that it lost its calmness and wisdom.
"Is it hurt?"
After returning to the safe zone, Tear Flesh looked back at the battlefield behind him. He was deeply moved by the power of the legendary creatures, but also felt a strange eagerness to try.
It could hear the roar of the giant snake with uncontrollable pain.
This shows that the "journey to the star realm" just now caused trouble for this powerful creature. It has begun to bleed. This is an unexpected surprise. For the poison warlocks, once they get the blood of a creature, no matter how powerful it is,
There are also opportunities that can be exploited.
Whether it is a vicious curse spell or the preparation of a disintegrating poison, it is a very useful way to weaken it.
"You stay here! Collect the blood of Ninkinanka."
Tear the Meat immediately and decisively scolded his apprentices:
"I want to return to Plague Town to deal with the remains of my king. I will return here tomorrow morning with the necessary items. This wandering swamp snake must be killed before we can continue to search for my king in this area.
Other secrets left behind.
We have achieved the first step of our goal, but we cannot go back with only the king's remains."
"Did you find it?"
The words of tearing flesh shocked all the gnoll warlocks.
They all looked at the black body bag that was holding the flesh tightly in their arms, and they realized that inside it was the only leader of the Gnoll clan, which was enough to shock these rebellious guys.
The lifespan of jackals is very short. Compared to humans in this world who can easily live to be 140 years old, jackals can only live up to 60 years old, and their lifespan in that hellish place in the Dark Mountains will only be shorter.
This means that these young jackals, like humans, grew up listening to the legend of the Bone-Grinning King.
They have also regarded the Bone-Gnasher King as a legendary figure, and now that the remains of the legendary man are right in front of their eyes, this is enough to make these cruel and dangerous guys feel the shock of having such a heavy history coming at them.
"Can...can we see it?"
A bold apprentice made a request, and the other apprentices nodded.
Tearing the Flesh looked at them and wanted to refuse this rude request, but then he thought about it. Next, these guys would need to find the belongings hidden by the King of Bone Biters here. It would not be easy to dampen their enthusiasm. Besides, they would bite them in public.
The news of the return of the Bone King's remains can also boost morale.
So it nodded, and stood next to its two-legged flying dragon, tearing apart the flesh and opening the body bag in a respectful gesture, revealing once again the dignity of the Bone-Gnawing King.
It has to be said that, judging from the standards of jackals, even if the Bone-gnawing King dies, its remaining remains are still shocking.
The King of Bone Grinders is extremely large. Even in his mummified form, he is still much larger than a pure-blooded gnoll like Ken Porter.
Moreover, it has quite fierce claws and a slender and powerful tail. The extremely regular spots on its shriveled body still reflect an unparalleled "nobility" in the eyes of the surrounding jackals even after a hundred years, and its ferocious
The canine teeth protruding from the lower jaw and lips represent its strong fighting power.
The king's remains were in a posture with his eyes closed. He had become skinny but still looked like a furious lion, as if he could open his eyes and kill everyone in the next moment.
This majestic posture perfectly satisfies the stereotype of the bone-gnawing king in the hearts of young jackals, making them unable to help but imagine the majesty and domineering power of the powerful king who commanded an army and killed all directions when he was alive.
But someone soon raised questions:
"Master Flesh Tearer, why is my king only wearing single clothes? Where are the 'Hunting' crown, the 'Trampling' bone shield, the 'Skull Crusher' scepter and the 'Soul Tearer' flail that were given to my king by the God of Hunting in the legend?"
The apprentice with only one eye asked:
"That is a legendary thing that is indispensable in all the legendary stories about our king! It is a symbol of the power of our jackals. We must bring those things back to win respect for the clan.
More importantly, if we find the secret of its power in the gift from our king, does it mean that we can also train the war warriors of the Pestilence Clan! The legendary hunting guards across the continent!"
Tear Flesh couldn't tell the secret of the Creator to his apprentice, but it couldn't be stopped by making up a lie. The guy rolled his eyes and said with a plaintive expression:
"My king fought with the giant swamp snake at the last moment, and its most loyal hunting sons accompanied it to the end. It was an epic and fierce battle, and all of my king's weapons were lost on this battlefield.
, so we must stay here to retrieve my king's belongings.
No one knows where those legendary weapons were lost, but this is the responsibility you will shoulder next."
The Flesh-Tearer coughed, beat his waist and made a weak gesture, then he gathered the bones of the Bone-Gripping King again and said:
"I am old, and the merits of retrieving my king's remains are enough for me to enter the decision-making circle of Moss Valley. I am satisfied that I hold the final outcome of my life, but the leader of the Plague Clan is still undecided.
I can't choose a suitable person among all the excellent successors like you, how about this?
Taking this action of retrieving the relic as the criterion, whoever can recover the legendary weapon for my king, I will appoint him as the next chief of the Pestilence clan, and firmly support the person who recovers the weapon to inherit the power of the king.
!
I swear to the Lord of the Hunt that I will fulfill my promise today!
Therefore, my disciples, I hope you will hurry up, because there is only one final step left for our work in the filthy swamp to end.
We can leave here forever with our precious things. Those Transian clowns will never know what we found in the swamp. I am too lazy to deal with the boring war they launched, but I am willing to give you a way to express myself.
Opportunity.
Thirty days!
I'll give you a month!
Regardless of whether you find those legendary objects or not, I will destroy Plague Town and evacuate."
The promise of tearing flesh made the eyes of the young gnoll warlocks around him light up.
Of course they don't believe that the old immortal guy in front of them will keep his promise, but they don't care. After all, they have obtained the promise of tearing flesh, which is equivalent to obtaining a "strong claim".
They exchanged glances with each other, preparing to follow Flesh Tear's instructions first to paralyze the old but still powerful Lao Deng, and then secretly accumulate strength to complete a wave of internal and external cooperation to kill this old guy here.
Since bringing the remains of the Bone-Gnasher King back to the Dark Mountains can result in a reward, why can't they be the ones receiving the reward?
However, this matter must be carefully planned. It is not easy to deal with the old ones. Before they actually take action, they must make a respectful gesture that can reassure the old thing.
A few minutes later, the flesh-tearing flying dragon returned through the thick fog of the forbidden swamp towards Plague Town. The old jackal in the saddle stroked the body bag at hand, and a trace of cold determination flashed in its cloudy eyes.
.
It knows exactly what its disciples want to do.
However, these ambitious fools still don't know the agreement it reached with the explorers. Not even one of the gnoll warlocks in Plague Town can leave here alive.
Since these guys have been promised to be cannon fodder for the explorers, before that guy comes to take over, he should give full play to his good qualities of thrift and make the final "waste utilization".
"Look, look for it, find the information that my king left for us descendants, I believe that the King of Bone Grinders has hidden all his plans deep inside.
I believe that our king has definitely left behind a great force that is enough to subvert the continent."
Tear the Flesh roared in his heart:
"My king died in the land of creation. This is the divine arrangement of the Creator! This has destined that the great power hidden in this swamp will belong to the hands of the jackals and become the source of strength for the rise of our race! No one can think of it.
Take it from the hands of the gnolls!
No matter the Transians or Dusk, you will never try to steal our clan's secrets.
Only the true successor of the Bone-Gripping King is qualified to obtain all that!
I am old.
But I won’t just watch my clan’s hopes fall by the wayside. The Black Disaster sounds terrifying, but four consecutive failures have fully proved that the Black Disaster cannot help our clan rule the continent. We must have stronger power as a
The support of conquest.
snort.
I will dedicate one last time to my race..."
It looked down at the body bag in its hand, and after a few seconds of silence, it tore into the flesh and whispered:
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I would have thought that bringing back your bones would be enough to reunite our people, but I have seen the power of the Creator at the place where you died, and I realize that you want to pass it on to our incompetent descendants.
message.
Whatever you leave behind in the Land of Creation, I will bring it back to the Dark Mountains!
So, please forgive my offence, please fight for your people one last time!"
Tear the Flesh made a decision that was destined to be difficult and dangerous, but it had no regrets or hesitation.
When the wyvern approached Plague Town, Tear Flesh used the special connection between the warlocks to give orders to the lame claw who was guarding the structure tower doing nothing:
"Cripple, clean up your laboratory! Prepare all the materials for the necromancy ritual. I want you to serve as my assistant to complete a necromancy awakening."
"ah?"
The lame paw, which suddenly received the order, howled in surprise and said:
"But you haven't done it yourself for many years..."
"Shut up!"
Tear the meat and say in a deep voice:
"The test product this time is very special. I must complete it with my own hands in order to wash away the terrible guilt in my heart. You should be prepared immediately."
"No, mentor, what I mean is that you haven't done anything for many years and I'm afraid your skills in cadaver construction have deteriorated a lot. If the test object is really important, then it's better for me to do it, lest you get confused and damage it with trembling hands.
Oh no."
"…, you are so hurtful to tell the truth, okay! Then you will be the host and I will be your assistant."
——
"What's wrong with you? Why didn't you sleep and come out to look at the moon in the middle of the night? Have you finally convinced yourself and are ready to try an orthodox vampire routine?"
Directly above the Blood Vulture Corridor, in the ruins of the construction site being cleaned up by the workers of the Masonic Brotherhood, Murphy stood alone in the quiet night and looked into the distance, and then he heard the Scarlet Witch's teasing voice.
The vampire lord glanced back and saw Tris moving her arms and flapping her wings as she slowly fell from the air. Seeing that she was so energetic, she must have gone out for a walk to stretch her body.
For an orthodox vampire like her, this time is the most energetic time of the day.
"It's nothing, I'm just a little uneasy tonight."
Murphy opened his hand to Tris, who stepped forward without resistance and allowed little Murphy to hold her slender waist. The two of them stood under the moonlight as if the whole world had become quiet again at this moment.
"I couldn't sleep, thinking over and over about my recent actions, but I didn't find any hidden dangers that would catch people off guard.
But my mind is reminding me that something may be about to happen or has already happened..."
Murphy told Tris what he was thinking tonight:
"I rarely feel this way. The last time I was so uneasy was before the decisive battle with Ken Porter. Maybe this is fate reminding me that I need to be more careful.
But I have no way of knowing the source of this uneasiness."
"Vampires are supernatural creatures, and we do occasionally get this kind of 'disaster warning'."
Tris whispered:
"Want me to do a divination for you?
Although prophecy spells have always been criticized for their highly uncontrollable results and complicated and changeable explanations, in some special periods, the results of divination can indeed predict a lot of things.
At least your doubts can be answered."
"OK."
Murphy accepted this suggestion. He gently patted Tris’s buttocks and said:
"How many other abilities do you have that I don't know about?"
"That's a lot."
The Duke of Blood Vulture rolled his eyes and replied.
A psychic master like her does not need too many instruments and assistance to do divination. Just taking out a small crystal ball from the psychic bag is enough to complete the preliminary preparations.
"Put your finger on it, and no matter what you see, don't move it."
Tris reminded her and cast a spell to make the crystal ball float in front of Murphy.
Following her instructions, Murphy stretched out his fingers and placed them on the smooth surface of the crystal ball, then closed his eyes and listened to Tris's unique hoarse chanting like a dream. It was like a hypnotic feeling, which quickly made Murphy fall asleep.
Becoming drowsy.
With the power of spiritual guidance, Tris asked softly:
"Tell me, what did you see?"
"There is nothing."
Murphy replied:
"There is nothing in front of me, except the fog, well, there is fog everywhere, and there are vague figures floating in front of my eyes, like the illusion of a giant snake hidden in the black water, which cannot be seen clearly among the beating stars."
"The fog, giant snakes and star points sound related to the astral realm."
Tris frowned and said something. She sang a verse again and asked:
"What now?"
"I saw a person, no, a corpse. It was being infused with some power that did not belong to it. I could hear its anger and lamentation...
It screams blasphemy...
Totally incomprehensible.”
"Well, this is indeed the first time I have encountered this kind of divination result. I can't confirm the source of your uneasiness at all. Maybe we can go deeper.
Come.
Relax your mind…”
After seeing Murphy in front of her enter deep spiritual guidance, Tris asked softly:
"Let me ask you, little Murphy, have you ever entered my laboratory?"
"Well, I went in."
"What did you see in there?"
"There is nothing, I can't understand the complicated alchemy, but I carved a poem of my thoughts and love for you on the bottom of one of the beakers.
Tris, you haven’t cared about me lately, I’m very sad…”
"whispering sound"
After hearing what the confused Murphy said, Tris was reluctantly relieved. She curled her lips and said:
"It's not that I don't care about you, you little idiot, I just want to keep you away from danger, that's all, hey, wake up!"
She snapped her fingers to wake up Murphy from the state of spiritual guidance. The vampire lord woke up as if from a dream. He looked around in confusion and said:
"What did I just say?"
"Some divination information that cannot be understood."
Cuisi said with a normal expression:
"About the giant snakes, star points, fog, and desecrated corpses, etc., these are all signs that are not so obvious.
I need to spend some time researching before I can give you a conclusion, but you'd better not get too close to the astral forces recently."
"All right."
Murphy sighed and said:
"Actually, there's no need to be in such a hurry. You've been too busy recently and maybe you need to take a rest."
"But how can I let my sweet little baby feel worried? Isn't it my duty to solve your worries?"
Tris snorted and took the initiative to step forward and give her a sweet kiss.
Probably out of the guilt caused by being busy with other things and neglecting Murphy's feelings during this period, she was particularly proactive tonight, and even felt like she was immersed in it.
The vampire lord kissed his girlfriend's delicate earlobe and suddenly blinked when he put his head on her shoulder.
"Well, luckily I was prepared in advance..."
Murphy, who easily passed the test with perfect acting skills, thought of this:
"Otherwise, you, the witch, will really get caught."
