Chapter 559 558 As we all know, the harsher the words, the more cowardly people become.
Chapter 559 558. As we all know, the harsher the words, the more cowardly people become.
"Did you tell Dusk the location of the Place of Creation?"
In the filthy and fragmented church, Murphy and Tris were shocked by the King of Bone Grapple's final confession, and Tris exclaimed:
"Why did you do that? You call yourself the Son of Creation, why do you collude with the servants of the subspace?"
"Shut up! You unruly slave girl! Can't you see that our noble sons of creation are talking about the truth of the world? You have no right to speak! Chief Murphy is really pampering you. He can't understand his own identity.
Still want to kick your nose into your face?"
The bone-gnawing king turned his head and scolded.
This made Tris's eyes widen in an instant. Good guy, when she just heard this guy say that Murphy started to "raise female slaves", she felt something was wrong. After a long time of fussing, she was actually the female slave in the eyes of the King of Bone Grinders?
Depend on!
You are a majestic psychic master, but the scarlet witch who was so powerful in the mainland in the past is only worthy of being a slave in the eyes of you, an old ghost who has already been lying in the grave?
Murphy was made dumbfounded by the scolding from the Bone-Gripping King.
Obviously, Philip, a self-respecting dog, said he didn't like being the Creator's dog, but in fact, the most glorious status in this guy's heart was probably his origin.
After all, it is a "holy relic" of the "Golden Age", and it does make sense to look down on this weak and chaotic era.
After all, the level of civilization between the two is indeed very different. A security captain from the Golden Age almost overturned the civilization camp of this era. In this case, how much respect do you expect Philippe to have for the vampire archduke?
It's obviously unrealistic.
Even apart from their status as sons of creation, the vampires can be considered defeated by the Bone-Gripping King.
All I can say is that this guy does have something to be proud of.
"Philippe! This is my lover, not my slave girl. Please be careful when you speak."
Murphy coughed and scolded.
"Oh, it's the slave girl named 'Lover'. Sir, you really know how to play."
The bone-gnawing king snorted angrily and did not apologize or defend. It cleverly changed the subject and talked about what happened just now. It explained:
"It's not that I'm in cahoots with Dusk, Chief Murphy, they weren't even Dusk when I met them.
At that time, they were just an advance army sent by the civilized camp into the Dark Mountains to search for something when the psychic tide ebbed. There were many people like them, and I was busy expanding the Bone Grinding Force at that time.
The clan's forces formed the Black Disaster Army, and they had no time to worry about searching everywhere in the Dark Mountains.
Those guys were quite capable and actually discovered a relic of creation in the gray desert.
But they couldn't get in. I thought about using them as cannon fodder and letting them open the ruins so that I could go in and get some gifts from the Creator to strengthen my clan. After all, no one is more qualified than me to inherit everything in the Golden Age, so I sent
I asked a younger brother to tell them how to enter the ruins.
They actually did it.
They went in and seemed to bring something out, and then more people came and went in again. This time they were not so lucky and came out again. I was very disappointed and ignored these details. It was just a piece of cake to me at the time.
A trivial matter not worthy of attention.
It wasn't until the fourth black disaster, when my journey reached the end, and my defeat was certain, that they appeared strangely again.
This time they have bowed to the authority of subspace and become enemies of creation.
They promised me that they could use the power of the warp to help me turn defeat into victory, but only if I joined them and told them more secrets of the Creator to strengthen their power.
But I am the son of creation!
Although I have violated my duties and tampered with my mission, I will not collude with the subspace scoundrels!
I rejected them.
But I knew those lunatics would not give up, and that was one of the reasons why I finally went to the Forbidden Land of the Swamp. I used the authority of the security captain to activate the security system there, preventing Dusk from infiltrating the Forbidden Land at that time.
They were quite weak back then and could not break through the defense of the forbidden area, but who would have thought that a hundred years later they would develop to such a terrifying level?
I knew something was in trouble when that idiot who ripped the flesh rushed into the Land of Creation and snatched the stone slab recklessly. It must have been part of the Twilight conspiracy.
They couldn't enter the inner chamber of the Land of Creation and take away the stone slab, so they could only persuade the flesh-tearing jackal to run to do things. Fortunately, when that guy escaped, he met the mummy who claimed to be a follower of the Creator, otherwise this matter would really have been done by Dusk.
Already."
The King of Bone Grinders said in a sad tone:
"During the Fourth Black Disaster, I had confirmed that all civilizations on the continent currently have their own slates, but the slates in the hands of jackals are undoubtedly the best to obtain. They try to steal them through our slates.
Make a contract with all living beings.
It is no exaggeration to say that just now, we protected the peace of the heart of the world.
For the Son of Creation, this is the supreme honor.
But you should be careful! Dusk's eyes have been set on the heart of the world, and they will not give up. Their activities in various kingdoms and forces are most likely to steal other civilization slates to get the 'key'.
I have no idea about this process.
After all, I am just a security captain, and a lot of the information left behind by the Creation Sequence is not something I can view."
"So, what exactly is in the heart of the world?"
At this moment, Tris no longer cared about scolding Philip for the terrible name he had called her before. She flexed her fingers and asked:
"You can't throw us into trouble. You just tell us in general that there is a secret to becoming a god. At least you have to tell us where that place is?"
The bone-gnawing king shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.
The truth is as it says, it is a security guard, and what it says now is all it knows.
But Murphy was uncharacteristically silent, because this was not the first time he heard the term "Heart of the World". Mannis the Endless had said similar words before when he made a contract with him.
After a few seconds of silence, Murphy took a deep breath and said:
"Don't guess, one of the important items in the contract between Mannis and me is that when I enter the Heart of the World in the future, I must help it complete the steps to ascend to the gods. As for where it is, I guess I can find more Holy Grails.
Determine the location there.
In this current era, the Heart of the World is obviously still well hidden."
"Actually, Mr. Murphy, there is an easier way!"
The Bone-Gnawing King manipulated Hogg's body to stand up and suggested:
“You can go look for the ‘Eye of the World’!
I read in the Jackal Civilization Museum that it is a special device left by the Creator to monitor changes in the world. It is directly connected to satellites outside the world's orbit and records the details of all places of creation.
As long as you can find the Eye of the World, you will definitely be able to find the Heart of the World.
One of the important purposes of commanding an army to siege cities and plunder lands during the Black Disaster was to find the whereabouts of the Eye of the World, but I searched half of the world without finding any information.
I very much suspect that the Eye of the World may have been discovered and hidden. The two most likely places are the place of origin and the ancient kingdom of Calum, which are two ancient kingdoms established at the beginning of this era.
Especially the Songhai Empire!
Those blue-skinned fools claim to be descendants of the Creator, and they fanatically pursue everything related to the Creator. They call the automatic security defense cruise ships of the Golden Age 'solar ships'.
How stupid!
I still have no idea how those guys were able to control the weapons of the Creator, but I just lost to the firepower of the solar ship, and the authority of that ship should have been controlled by me, the security captain! It was even supposed to be my flagship
!
Ah, how sad.
The orthodox Son of Creation was actually defeated by a group of ‘usurpers’.”
"You are just a security guard! How can you be called an orthodox son of creation?"
Tris said sarcastically:
"And you, the guy who keeps saying that you are for the Creator, almost destroyed the civilization of this continent. If the Creator is still here, he will definitely punish you as a traitor by punishing him to death."
"Traitor? You call me a traitor?"
Philip also became angry, and it controlled Hogg's body and roared:
"You are the real traitors!
You fools who built a new era on the ruins of the Golden Age, you use psychic powers wantonly without knowing that the source of psychic powers lies in the warp!
The filthy power that has been given is the poison bait used by the subspace to corrupt the perfect world created by the Creator, and you idiots actually bite it for a little pathetic power. Your era is built on the use of psychic energy!
You have used the power of the enemy to shape an era, and it is fundamentally wrong.
In the golden age, the Creator and my masters tried their best to eliminate the influence of spiritual energy on the world. They all knew that it was a highly poisonous thing, but you drank the wine of power in the poisonous water with peace of mind, and expected that these things could
May you be strong and eternal.
Every battle and destruction you wreak on the world with your psychic powers only brings the Warp closer to engulfing the world.
Although Dusk is also a bunch of idiots, they and I really have a lot to talk about on the topic of world destruction.
In my eyes, you and this world have been polluted, this era is wrong, there is no doubt about it, and you must return to the ancient era of strictly abiding by the doctrines of the Creator.
But now you are obviously hopeless."
"how about you?"
When it comes to arguments, Tris has never been afraid of anyone.
The Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture waved the Serenade Scepter and retorted with reason:
"In the first three black disasters, the so-called Lord of the Hunting faith of the Wolfmen was just pantheism without any threat. However, in the fourth Black Disaster, in order to integrate the Wolfman civilization, you began to preach the power of the Lord of the Hunt.
Thought I didn't know what you were doing!
Philip, I am the best theologian on this continent! Before you woke up, I had already understood the secret between faith and gods.
It sounds just for you to ask Hogg to kill the soon-to-be-born Lord of the Hunt, but let me ask you, who planted the root of the disaster a hundred years ago? Without your integration, how could the faith of the Lord of the Hunt be concentrated?
To this point?
You still have the nerve to scold us. I don’t think your masters and Creator taught you to use the method of shaping evil gods to win victory in the world, right?
Precisely because you hindered it and connected the priesthood of the Lord of the Hunt with the terms war, killing and hunting, you personally created a sect that can make your people wild and warlike. You are consciously
Manipulate the minds of the gnolls to form an 'imagined community', and finally use the concentration of those emotions to successfully create a ripple in the subspace, allowing him to give your soldiers more power before they are born.
Your Lord of the Hunt could have been a neutral god!
But just because of your series of operations, He was polluted by the subspace due to the brutal gathering of beliefs before he was even born. You didn’t even fill in any positive emotions into the concept of the Lord of the Hunt that you created!
You knew exactly what you were doing, but you did it anyway!
You bastard created an evil god with your own hands so that you can satisfy your ambition to conquer the world!
Philip, you are the worst son of creation that I have ever seen, although I have only seen you now."
"I admit that it was my mistake and a trouble that I had to deal with."
When this matter was mentioned, Philip could not stand up.
It controlled Hogg's body and sighed, saying very tiredly:
"I was blinded by the rage, but I will do my best to make up for it. Chief Murphy, please allow me to take a leave of absence now. I am too tired. I urgently need to rest. After Hogg becomes the spokesperson of the Jackals, we will
Let’s discuss the next plan.”
After saying that, Philip's spiritual body gave up control and allowed Hogg's mind to return to his body.
Chief Bloodclaw rubbed his head with a distressed look on his face. The Bone-Gnawer King did not avoid it when talking to Master Murphy and Trish just now. At this moment, its mind was filled with the shock that the Bone-Gnawer King had just revealed.
fact.
But for a jackal who was born and raised in Transia, topics such as the golden age, the legacy of the Creator, and the genetic blueprint are really difficult to understand.
Even though Hogg had studied history with Professor Malcolm, it was no longer enough for him to mentally outline the secret of the Bone-Gripping King's origin.
This is normal. All intelligent life cannot imagine a color that it has never seen before.
"Don't think about it. This is a terrible burden on your brain. When you return to the Forbidden Swamp, you will understand what the nouns the Bone-gnawing King just said mean."
Murphy patted Hogg on the shoulder, asking him to calm down, as his head was full of questions.
He glanced at Tris, whose mind was also full of questions, and his eyes fell on the broken grimoire in Tris's hand, and he asked:
"This thing was left by the blasphemous priest just now. Will you have no problem holding it?"
"I was just about to tell you."
Tris suddenly smiled, clapped the grimoire in her hand, and said to Murphy:
"This is a good thing! It's a fragment of the legendary 'Book of Curses'. Do you remember that I told you before that the Goatmen called their city deep in the Dark Mountains 'Vidia Abyss City'?
That city was built in memory of the Goatman's ancestor, the King of Curses, Vidya. This book is now part of the grimoire used by Vidya. It records the Goatman's various curses and a complete set of curses.
The Dark Law, and even the taboo technique of 'divine power stealing'.
This is a rare treasure!
You can use this book in exchange for a county in the Ring Tower, and you can exchange it with halflings for more money than you can spend in three lifetimes.
With it, Femis and I can construct a set of psychic spells that are unique to the player system. This is the best birthday gift I have received in the past four hundred years."
"Well, as long as you are happy."
Murphy originally said that he would destroy this gift from the cultists.
But seeing Tris being so happy, he immediately understood the value of this thing. He reached out to take it and flipped through the pages without triggering the counter-purification of the Omega program, indicating that this thing did not have any dangerous power.
Only then did he feel relieved.
But just when Murphy was about to say something more to Tris, he suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the church, as well as the roars of the Manticore Stinky Treasure and the Alpha Wolf George. The water and fire elements and the Minotaur summoned by Winnie also
A battle roar sounded.
Murphy's expression changed, and with Tris's support, he rushed out of the church with Hogg and George.
They saw a large group of goatmen gathering at the exit of the underground palace opposite the weathered stone bridge. These were not just the goatmen thugs wandering in the upper levels of the underground palace.
Each of them wore a rather strange black cursed robe, holding a bone staff decorated with sheep heads. As they walked, a black mist visible to the naked eye shrouded their bodies, and green light spots were beating in it.
The most exaggerated thing is the goat-man priest standing in the middle who is so old that his waist is bent.
That’s a gold-level nightmare priest!
This guy is probably the leader of the nightmare cult entrenched in Baphomet's underground palace.
Rose Knight Palano has entered a battle-ready state, and Tris has waved the Serenade Scepter and is ready to fight.
Murphy's reaction was rather strange. When he walked out of the church, the Omega anti-virus program that had been silent just now was activated again, and the weak white light flowed around the corners of Murphy's eyes and fingers.
This proves that there is dirty power coming from the subspace ahead.
"You guys, leave!"
Compared to Murphy's fully armed and ready state of war, the goat people on the other side of the stone bridge did not react much. The old nightmare priest scolded in unclear human language:
"You are not welcome in Baphomet's nightmare land! Take your things and get out."
These words made Palano and Tris put down their weapons at the same time.
They didn't want to fight, so many people came here just to "see off the guests". These old gangsters all knew how to choose in this situation, but the Rose Knight still scolded the loser:
"You are hiding in the depths of the underground palace to summon your evil gods. Your evil efforts for hundreds of years have made the nightmare closer to reality. Even if we leave today, we will come back in the future! We will come back with the sanctions of justice and the fire from the sky that burns out the darkness."
"Whatever you want."
The nightmare priest let out a strange laugh that was so weird that it made Little Rich's whole body tingle. It waved its claws and muttered to itself:
"You should survive the black disaster first and then talk about punishing the evil. When the black tide surges, it is not just the pitiable hunting lord who will be born. The bugs under the sun! Every dream you have is destined to belong to Bafeng.
special.
No one can stop His coming!
Your battle today has banished a disaster for the heirs of Baphomet. Letting you go is our last goodwill.
Take it with you and never come back!"
"They're scared."
Tris whispered to Murphy:
"They and their evil gods are afraid of the purifying power in you. Bah, these cultists can talk, but they still show great advantages even though they are timid. What they say about letting us live is ridiculous!"
"Just let it go if you like it. You can fight, but it's not necessary. These guys are not the main conflict. There is no need to waste time on them."
Gritting his teeth, Murphy gently patted Tris on her slender waist and whispered:
"They didn't ask you for the Book of Curses, did they?
Isn’t this a sacrifice to ‘send to the God of Plague’?
They have gained face, and we have gained dignity, allowing them to continue to plan these shameless evils in this dark place. We have many things to be busy with right now. Don’t worry, there will be many people who will be happy to use our name to teach the church in the future.
They talk nonsense about the fact that it’s bad for your health.”
