Chapter 471 470 Although this person is hopelessly bad,
Chapter 471 470. Although this person, Tear the Flesh, is hopelessly bad, he does stand firm on the big issues of right and wrong.
The fact that the student party was collectively sent to the star realm was immediately communicated to Murphy.
The wrong information about the coordinates of several calculation orbs made the vampire lord suddenly wake up from his nap because the night was approaching. When he saw the specific information projected by the core orbs, he knew that his "perfect routine" would be disrupted again today.
Messy.
Although there was a small complaint, in the end it was his children who should be saved or saved, so Murphy immediately rushed into the office next to him and shouted to Tris who was already in a daze after pouring herself a drink.
The Duke of Blood Vulture glanced at those ridiculously strange relative coordinates and shook his head.
"It's hopeless.
This is already the coordinate in the depths of the Star Boundary. Even if I open the Star Boundary Gate now, they will not be able to come back. No psionic master has ever explored these areas, and there are still dangerous time turbulences. No one knows what is hidden inside.
What a strange thing.
But why do they always do such weird things?
With these coordinates, let alone you entering by accident, even if you really want to commit suicide in a fancy way, the difficulty of teleporting yourself to this ghost place is quite high even for a psychic master like me.
So, what happened?"
Facing Tris’ question, Murphy shook his head and said:
"I don't know. The computing orbs don't have real-time recording function. The orbs we use are still too basic, but I guess they will post their experiences on the forum soon. There is a high probability that they encountered a powerful enemy.
, the latter wanted to kill people but ignored the 'immortality' characteristic of the Transian warriors.
Whenever something like this happens, I think they are so useful."
The vampire lord blinked.
He and Tris logged into the forum almost at the same time, and as expected saw a new post purely for rants:
"There is a strange skeleton-level BOSS wandering near Plague Town. It is suspected to be a world or wild BOSS. It has the ability to force teleportation. Don't provoke him!"
The post was sent by Cheche, and there was a sense of displeasure and helplessness in every word.
Although the content is not much, it describes in great detail the entire process of the accident they encountered on the east side of Plague Town, and even posted a picture of the astral scenery taken by these guys before they died.
Hey, don’t mention it. Those fantastic and magnificent photos, dotted with a sense of confusion in time and space, at first glance have an artistic atmosphere like the abstract paintings of Van Gogh, but what cannot be ignored is that there is a vague figure in these photos.
The astral snake-like monster wrapped in a strange luster is very eye-catching.
Cheche said that the last time he entered the star realm by teleportation error, he was eaten by this snake. As a result, he encountered this strange snake again when he encountered a "teleportation accident" for the second time.
This should be a very serious matter, but the post is full of joy.
Ashina Female Swordsman: [The beautiful girl vampire who never misses every fun came to laugh at her immediately! Hahahahaha, you guys are so unlucky. My dear babies, your group destruction has delayed three days.
In just a few days, wouldn’t it be possible to regain the lead that we had finally obtained with great difficulty?
Look, look, they all said that moving fast is useless in the real world!
You have to walk steadily.]
Onboard happy stick: [It is wrong to laugh at people, Xiao Ashina, you are too vicious. Please allow me to express my feelings about the tragic experience of my brothers:
Ahem!
Hahahahahaha.]
Meow Meow King: [You bad guy! You are so happy when others are unlucky. Unlike me, I am the most considerate brother. Come on, come on @阿繹恩, tell me, you guys ran to the east of the copy for no reason.
What bad things are you planning to do in the unknown area?
Tell me and listen.]
Ah Mian En: [Hey, can you say that? Just don’t go there anyway. That BOSS is very powerful. It’s basically a ‘meet-and-kill’ type. If you can’t even aim, he will send you directly to the star realm.
Weird guy.
He is also talking about the Creator and the like, just like a typical cultist. I will post his photo so that you can walk around after you meet him.】
After saying that, Ah Yu uploaded a photo of them before they were teleported. The mysterious guy in it was naturally criticized by everyone.
Because this guy was wearing a Western cowboy outfit that was completely different from the local style, he looked like a guy who had traveled to Transia from the era of Western gangsters.
They all shouted that the dog planner was working hard again.
However, the two "dog planners" who were fishing in the forum at this time were staring at each other. Murphy and Tris's focus was not on this guy's clothes. The two of them coincidentally set their sights on "adventure."
"Home" on the metal staff in his hand.
"Future science fiction style?"
"The Creator's Instrument!"
Murphy and Tris exclaimed at the same time,
Although the two people said different things, they were both wrong.
In Murphy's opinion, this metal staff is really full of an indescribable sophisticated future technology style that is incompatible with the continent of Transia.
This thing doesn't look like a staff at all, but rather like the joystick of some dismantled precision instrument. You can even see seven different modules on it, as well as precision slide rails that can slide and something similar to a short
An antenna-like thing stands on the head of the stick.
As for Tris
The Scarlet Witch, who has traveled across the mainland for many years and is well-informed, saw the origin of this metal staff at a glance.
She said with a serious expression:
"I studied secretly in the Holy City of the Moon. Ahem, what I mean is that when I was interning there, I saw with my own eyes the collection of the Death Patriarch of that generation, which contained similar 'magic weapons'.
The Songhai people call this kind of item that is incompatible with the style of the entire world but has various strange effects as the "Tools of the Creator". Most of these items are excavated from several ruins of the Creator in the place of origin.
Even the most knowledgeable sun priests cannot explain how they work. Like all miraculous things, they are a mysterious knowledge that does not belong to this era."
"So after witnessing the psionic era where demons danced wildly, am I going to personally kick off the 'science fiction era' again? What is the situation in this ghost continent?"
Murphy rubbed his eyebrows vigorously, trying to calm himself down.
He suddenly realized that his understanding of the "Twilight" group seemed a bit one-sided. From this new dangerous figure, it can be seen that this group of doomsdayists does not seem to be simply a medieval style that only ties people to the stake.
What does a typical cult group look like with a BBQ party?
"Bang bang bang"
There was a sudden knock on the door, causing Murphy and Tris to look back at the door.
The leader of the clan leader's bodyguard, "Crazy Woman" Bonnie, pushed the door open and came in with a serious face. She placed a bunch of things in her hand in front of Tris. Astonishingly, there were several calculation orbs and psychic dog tags that still had the aura of the astral realm.
It belonged to the student party members who had just died.
"They suddenly appeared in the teleportation hall!"
Bonnie explained somewhat confusingly:
"The guards there only saw the astral rift opening and closing. These things seemed to be sent back 'deliberately'."
"Just like last time?"
Tris narrowed her eyes and said:
"Last time, after the unlucky Cheche entered the star realm by mistake, his orb and dog tag were sent back in the same way. At that time, I felt strange. Ordinary computing orbs do not have such precise positioning and automatic transmission functions.
This time it seems that it is indeed a problem on the star realm.
There was some kind of force that sent their belongings back to the material world after the student party disappeared, and that force could obviously analyze the save point in the orb.
Maybe this is a test?"
Murphy said nothing.
He just stared at the lost calculation orbs.
He is not an expert in astral affairs, and has very little understanding of that mysterious plane. He needs to obey Tris's judgment in this aspect, but this series of events can at least prove that something difficult is happening in Plague Town.
Things that are easy to understand and easily ignored.
The occurrence of those things means that the power of dusk still lingers in Transia.
"We can't stay in that damn place!"
Murphy made up his mind.
He said to Tris:
"I immediately rushed to Plague Town. If necessary, I will intervene in the little players' strategy there. I must win it as soon as possible to avoid a new recurrence of the situation. I have a hunch that what is happening in Plague Town has gone beyond
It exceeds the battle itself and even goes beyond the category of 'black disaster'.
We are approaching some very dangerous things, and I don’t want those things to suddenly jump out and cause us trouble before the black disaster arrives!”
"Well, go ahead and contact me if you need anything."
Tris picked up a calculation orb and said:
"Let me analyze the remaining aura of the astral realm here and see if I can deduce who is 'observing' us in the astral realm. Frankly speaking, compared to the Plague Town that is visible to the naked eye, this person hiding in the astral realm is
The guy worries me a little more, Murphy.
Even if it is not an unknown astral giant spirit, even a sub-level astral giant beast is enough to make people fearful.
And I have enough reason to suspect that it has already set its sights on us."
——
Dealing with the vampires who ran to the edge of the battlefield to peek was just a casual move for the explorer who was in a good mood. This guy didn't know that his old story was about to be exposed by young players on the forum. He would now be serious.
Busy taking in the entire Plaguetown roster in the Flesh Tearer's Plague Tower.
The torn flesh in front of him seemed to be really ready to leave. There was already packed luggage at the feet of the old jackal.
"Let's check it out."
Tearing Flesh, leaning on the rotten soul bone staff, said to the explorer in front of him:
"If there are no problems, I will leave soon. The vampire servants on the outskirts of the town launched a tentative attack here today. Although they returned without success, I suspect this is just a strategy.
Perhaps they will launch a devastating offensive soon.
I don’t understand why you have to take over this hot potato, but if you confirm that you want to do this, then I can only wish you peace, my friend.”
"Oh, it's just for some grudges and grudges of the superior. We are all Kuhaha's servants. Just like you have your mission, I also have my job."
The explorer shrugged and casually flipped through the roster in his hand. He didn't notice that his flesh-ripping gaze had been wandering to the metal staff in his hand that was obviously related to the Land of Creation.
"You want to take Crippaw away?"
After more than ten seconds, the explorer realized something was wrong. He frowned and said to Tear Meat:
"This is not in line with the agreement between us, Lord Tear Flesh! Lame Claw is a very powerful corpse constructor. Even Lord 'Yuan' is impressed by it. I must keep it to turn this place into a place left to Mo."
The place of death for Lord Fei!”
"But the Crippleclaw is also important to the Plague Clan, explorer."
Tear Meat said without giving in:
"I must take it back to the Dark Mountains. The knowledge of necromancy it possesses is very important to the inheritance of the Pestilence Clan. This is something I cannot give up."
"But you turned it into that ghostly state, you turned a life that could have been a master of construction into a pitiful dead lunatic, and now that it's here, you still don't plan to let it go free?
"
The explorer said contemptuously:
"Such a good talent is really wasted in your hands."
"You don't understand anything! Human."
Tranrou snorted and said:
"If it weren't for me, Lame Claw would have fallen into Hades many years ago!
It was a maverick jackal, and its obsession with death made it do terrible things.
You only know its talent, but you don’t know its ‘feat’ in the Dark Mountains! A small part of our Plague Clan’s current ‘good reputation’ is due to Lame Claw’s ‘efforts’.
Huh, although I have its phylactery, this thing can only suppress it but not control it. If you want it to stay and help you, you have to convince it first. Lame Claw?
Lame Claw!
come to me!
Lame claw?
can you hear?"
The Flesh Tearer activated the control core of the Plague Warlock Tower and called repeatedly to the Structure Tower but received no response. The deathly silence on the other side made the Flesh Tearer's expression change drastically.
"not good!"
It exclaimed in surprise, picked up its bone staff and staggered towards the bottom of the tower.
The explorer had no idea what was going on, but from the change in his expression of tearing flesh, he realized that something might have happened to Lame Claw, so he rushed out as well.
The two of them entered the dead structure tower one after another.
The explorer was vigilant enough to apply several layers of psychic shields to himself, and then followed Tear Flesh into it. As soon as he entered, he saw the structures that were supposed to be sent to the battlefield scattered on the ground.
All kinds of smelly blood and construction tools were torn everywhere, and the entire construction tower seemed to have experienced an assault and massacre.
Ripping Flesh rushed into Lame Claw's laboratory with a grim expression, and saw Lame Claw's head thrown into pieces among the torn corpses next to him.
But it's still "alive".
After seeing Flesh Tear and the explorer walking in, the unfocused eyes on Lame Claw's head rotated, and it screamed as if it was crying or laughing:
"It's alive! It's alive!"
"!!!"
The expression of tearing meat is even more ugly.
There is indeed a trap for explorers tonight, but this is not the "trap moment" it imagined!
Damn, things are out of control!
The explorer next to him had no idea what was going on, but seeing the miserable scene in front of him and making bad associations from the screams of the lame claws, the vigilant Dusk Servant knew that something was wrong.
He paid no attention to the things around him, turned around and rushed out of the structure tower.
There is psychic suppression in this tomb-like tower that prevents him from using teleportation, otherwise he would have been wiped out by teleportation.
It tore the flesh but did not act rashly. It stretched out its hand to lift Lame Claw's head and asked:
"Where is it?"
"It's right outside!"
Lamepaw yelled:
"That fool is doomed! My king was disturbed from his rest, and he was very angry."
"ah!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the explorer screamed with rage and a hint of terror from outside, followed by an earthquake-like bombardment and wild beast-like roars in the darkness.
The roar of the king from a hundred years ago made Flesh Tearer and Lame Claw, who had directed all this, couldn't help but close their eyes.
With his lame clawed head in his hand, Flesh-Tearer moved out of the structure tower little by little, almost brushing against the edge of darkness. But just as they were about to leave, a huge figure suddenly appeared in the shadows, causing the two guys to immediately stop in place.
Not daring to make the slightest move.
Behind them, the resurrected Bone-gnawing King sniffed like a beast. The cold power of death and the strange midnight blessing made its eyes flash in the darkness not with blue spiritual fire, but
It's a scarlet gaze.
It's enough to scare any gnoll who has heard its story.
But luckily, the bone-gnawing king seems to have smelled the scent of his fellow man in the flesh-tearing body.
It let out a series of indescribable whimpers, and disappeared into the massacre area of the structure tower like the wind in the darkness. The flesh-tearing man, who was frightened into a cold sweat, had never been so close to death before, after confirming that the Bone-gnawing King had left.
Finally, it moved its steps and crawled out.
"Behind! There is something behind."
The lame paw held in its hand shouted.
After tearing his flesh and wiping his sweat, he turned around and saw that at the edge of the structure tower, the explorer's head, which had been pulled from his spine and smashed, was sitting miserably on the edge of light and shadow. The metal spell was covered with flesh and blood residue.
The staff lay quietly aside.
It also had a torn left hand on it.
Instant kill!
This self-respecting guy couldn't even make an effective counterattack, and was killed by the resurrected Bone-Gripping King with his bare hands.
"hey-hey."
Tear Flesh didn't have time to think about it, it let out a weird laugh, and while casting a spell outside the structure tower to seal off this dangerous tower that could no longer be entered, it picked up the metal staff and the explorer's broken head.
It whispered:
"Even after resurrecting from the dead, my king still chose to protect his heirs, and you, a stupid bitch who violated the majesty of the Creator, died just right. Maybe this is fate."
"Well, you don't think I'm really dead, do you?"
The explorer's sighing sound came from the broken skull in the hands of the flesh-shredding hands. It was not until this moment that the flesh-shredding hands noticed that there was no blood flowing out of the explorer's broken neck. Instead, there were some torn stubbles in the neck.
Gears and connecting wires are like weird things.
The torn guy rolled his eyes, sparks erupting from his nostrils and teeth when the mechanical structure malfunctioned, and he said intermittently:
"This is just a stand-in puppet.
The real me has never left a safe place, but it made me realize that the guy I regarded as a friend had been harboring bad thoughts. Although I don’t know why you, a jackal, became a believer in the Creator overnight, but
Tear meat
Take the staff in your hand!
I'll pick it up soon.
Finally, I give you a piece of advice, don’t go in! Don’t go to the Place of Creation! You know nothing about the secret of the Creator, you don’t know anything about the real purpose of that area, you are just a lucky headless fly.
You're going to die there, and that's just the best ending I can think of."
"boom"
The skull that made the sound was crushed open by torn flesh. The old jackal stared at the red and white thing in his hand, watching the lubricating oil like black blood staining his paws. There was no fear on his face. In this
In the miserable night, it whispered:
"Oh, thanks for the reminder, but that's what I should worry about.
The regrets of my king and the unfinished business of my king will definitely be completed by my flesh-tearing and my plague clan. Maybe I can no longer see that scene with my own eyes, but the next bone-gnawing king will definitely come from my clan.
Born in!
We jackals are bad, but we don't want to destroy the world, and you.
