The old knight clearly falls into the category of traditional "riddlermen".

He always hated talking halfway, maybe he felt that Murphy couldn't deal with the threats he didn't say, or maybe he felt that he trusted the power of the "Scarlet Witch" he had faced more than Murphy, who had a promising future.

Murphy wanted to know more, but he also knew very well that old Finock didn't want to say that he couldn't pry the other man's mouth open, and the balance of power seemed so helpless in the current situation.

Using the same method as before, the old knight quickly broke open the thick wall of the Vulture Corridor above the Secret Passage Falls, and made a door from the secret passage that led to the depths of the Corridor.

The two of them jumped out of it and fell into the palatial cloister, and Murphy opened the map in his hand to observe the surrounding configuration, and said to the wary old knight:

"Perfect raid! This is the servants' quarters, just one last corridor away from the Blood Vulture Chapel, where the Blood Pool is located, and from here we can open up the now-cordoned off central area so that your subordinates can get here faster.

Or maybe we can scout ahead and confirm the location of Salokdal. ”

"The men on both sides of us are resting in the second hall at this time, and it will take time to regain their combat effectiveness."

The old knight mentally counted the time, and said to Murphy:

"A minimum of eight hours of rest is required to get them back to their prime! They'll also need to replenish the various combat items they carry, the witch hunters are just tenacious and tenacious, not tired, and it will take some time for your otherworldly summons to reconnect with the physical world, right? ”

"Well, they'll take a little longer."

Murphy took out his pocket watch and calculated the time difference between the two sides, and concluded:

"Almost ten hours later."

"Then the two of us will have to find a way to clear a way for them, I hope you have eaten just now, because the next consumption may be a bit large, especially for the current one."

The old knight squinted his eyes at the corridor leading to the Vulture Sanctuary in front of him, and a strong sense of unease swelled in his heart.

It's so quiet in front of you!

He believed that even if Sarokdal was really as insane as other vampires who had been invaded by astral psionic powers, he would not be unresponsive to the current situation.

The army of witch hunters and players had cleared a third of the corridors, and no matter how crazy he was, he should have responded, but the Grand Duke of the Vulture was still as stable as Tarzan and hadn't even shown his face, either because the madman was trying to tie his hands down, or he was planning something evil that could destroy the invaders in an instant.

"I'm left, you're right!"

Old Finoch grabbed the hammer and the shield with one hand, and said to Murphy:

"There aren't many vampire guards ahead, clean up and meet in front of the Sanctuary. If you can't beat it, go back, and I'll take over the right side when I'm done cleaning the left. ”

"Who do you look down on? You old man with family problems. ”

Murphy pursed his lips, shook his sword in his right hand and held the hunting crossbow in his hand and flashed out first.

He's not trying to save face.

The main thing is that the vampires in this corridor are all crazy by the astral psionic energy at this time and are in a strange origin weakness, and it can be seen from the state of Jed who escaped before that something terrible has happened here.

Therefore, for the current Murphy, these high-ranking vampires are no longer a formidable enemy to deal with, and he happens to need to light up the [Warrior Proof] in the achievement system.

"Hey, use this! Be careful not to get your fingers on me, I don't have an antidote. ”

The old knight called out to Murphy and waved his hand to throw him two bottles of green sword oil.

Murphy took it and glanced at it, and the information label popped up:

Name: The Lord of the White Oak's Armament Supply: Vampire Slayer

Efficacy: Applying it to a weapon can temporarily grant the weapon the effects of [Holy Power] and [Nature's Blade], and the alchemy is added to the inside of the ointment, which will additionally grant the [Purifying Ignite] effect when it comes into contact with the blood of the vampire.

This item is highly toxic, do not take it orally!

The item lasts for 120 minutes per application.

Requirements: This item uses a large combination of high-grade alchemy substances, which will cause severe corrosion to weapons, so it can only be used for weapons at or above the command level, and low-level weapons will cause irreversible damage after use.

Maker: Finnock Lawson

Item Description:

[Witch hunters will use all available means to fight evil spirits, and the excellent research in the field of alchemy from the Church of Avalon often gives them wings. 】

"Thank you."

Murphy was not polite, twisted the cap of the bottle and applied the sticky green ointment to the blade of the Desire Race with a handkerchief, so that the elder sword used by Triss quickly turned green.

He was still a chicken thief and soaked the arrows used in the crossbow hunting in it, and only after being ready did he step into the deep corridor on the right, while the screams of the vampires were already ringing from the left.

Although this old man is a riddler, his strength is really super strong! Slaughtering these weak vampires in front of you is no more difficult than killing chickens.

Murphy took a deep breath and stepped into the cloister.

Two emaciated black shadows swooped down on him, their bloodlines opening in the darkness to reveal the ugly and twisted vampires, but their skinny and skeletal faces meant that the blood in their bodies had been almost drained.

Just as they feast on "food", it's like a monster that feeds on the blood of vampires in the depths of the cloister.

"Bang"

Murphy's large, muscular wings folded in front of him like a shield, allowing the four bloody claws to flap on the wings to block the attack, and then flapped his wings outwards to push the attacker away, and then grabbed one of the legs and dragged them back in the capture of the "Death Grip".

"Poof"

The dark steps slid forward, and the green blade pierced the hearts of his kindred.

The blade of death shows no mercy, as if it were an enemy not a fellow citizen but an enemy.

As Murphy pulled out his blade, the crazed vampire who fell to the ground screamed as if he had been thrown into a fire, and clumps of blue-green purifying flames jumped out of his wounds, causing him to convulse and curl up in pain, and was pressed down by the sword of Murphy with an indifferent expression.

The blade stabbed through the eye socket, ending the pathetic midnight life with ease, and giving Murphy a shriveled vampire heart.

No stylish vampire would suck this tainted psionic tack and extract its essence out, but on the flip side, it's just right for Murphy's astral wolf to be dog food.

"Whew!"

The giant wolf of the astral boundary, which jumped out of the scattered starlight next to it, bit the vampire's heart with a jump, chewed a few times and swallowed it, and knew from the sharp teeth that it liked the taste of blood.

However, after singled out the elite of this family, there was no achievement.

Murphy frowned, but was quickly relieved that the "family elite" who was so weak that he could be killed by his combo could hardly be called a true elite.

If you want to light up the achievement of "Warrior's Proof", it is estimated that you have to pick at least three opponents like Jade to kill them.

Speaking of which, there should be a few more patriarchal guards like Jed here, right?

Murphy thought so, and in the sudden unfolding of the blood wings behind him, he struck the enemy in the dark depths like lightning, and he had a strong premonition that after opening the corridor in front of him, his tomb sword guard swordsmanship should be able to be upgraded to "proficient", and the character level is estimated to be able to increase to level 12-13.

The upgrade after the body of black iron is really difficult, but after mastering the correct way to upgrade, this kind of thing becomes easier, the only regret is that the level of this "game" is meaningless except for being good-looking.

A true power boost can only be obtained when you cross the 10th level of the first order of power trials.

And Murphy has long realized that the accumulation of combat experience and the sharpening of skills are also a very important part of personal strength, and it can even be said that it is more important than the improvement of strength itself.

"Aggressive"

The crossbow arrow pierced from the shadow made Murphy, who was hunting his crazy compatriots, a spirit to close his wings, and then as expected, he was pierced by a sharp arrow, but fortunately, the blood wings were not physically torn and did not feel pain, but he needed to be reshaped and restored, so he temporarily lost the ability to fly.

The vampire reacted quickly, and immediately retreated into the shadows with the astral wolf after realizing that the dangerous killer was hiding around, allowing his aura to gather while cautiously observing his surroundings.

He saw a strangely shaped vampire striding out of the depths of the passage, escorted by four deranged, skinny companions.

This guy is several times fatter than a well-proportioned and slender vampire, and the obvious general's belly is propped up by luxurious robes, just like a fat vampire who is pregnant in October? It's really unusual in the blood clan where "appearance anxiety" is common!

And this guy's dress is even more luxurious, the chubby finger has several rings on his head alone, the jewels are unbeatable, and the short head is also covered with a small scarlet crown.

It's like a walking treasure shelf.

The fat vampire was carrying a scarlet crossbow in his hand, not the kind of low-grade thing Murphy was using now.

The delicate thing that dotted the wings of the night bat had an encapsulated body that could hear the gears coming out of it, allowing it to fire in bursts without having to wind it.

The three crossbow arrows that almost pierced his head just now were shot by this guy.

But this guy is just as crazy as any other vampire, he walks without any proper decency, and he has a bunch of keys hanging from his belt, which collide and jingle as he walks.

It's like a collar bell around a cat's neck, reminding the mouse hiding in the dark that danger is coming.

Murphy narrowed his eyes and threw a range of reconnaissance in front of him, and the message jumped out:

Name: "Scrooge" Zucker Teslal Lesenbra

Rank: Silver Body, Bloodborne Weakness (30% reduction in all attributes)

Status: Confused thinking, mental loss of control, pampered, slow response, sticking to duty

Class: Level 13 Midnight Hunter / Level 15 Treasury Guard / Accountant / Loan Shark Mastery

Carry a special item: Blood Vulture Vault Seal

Evaluation: Dangerous

Character Description:

[As the vault keeper of the Vulture Family and the patriarch's most trusted accountant, Zuckerber has multiplied the Vulture Family's wealth fivefold in a hundred years, and his own small treasury has multiplied a full fourteen times in the process.

Of course, it's hard to say that Zuckerber is a jerk because he still has a good reputation in Cadman City's loan sharks.

He never asks for the lives of those who can't pay their debts, only sends them to the mines of the sinful dwarves of the Dark Mountains to work to their deaths in order to squeeze the last bit of profit.

This vampire lord is not interested in the act of physically sucking human blood.

He is clearly a high-style vampire who has detached himself from low tastes, and can even be reluctantly called a qualified capitalist. 】

"That's you!"

Murphy's eyes lit up.

It seems that the Elite Credentials and Treasure Heist Goblin achievements can be completed at the same time, but at a slight cost.

He barely hesitated, and at the moment when the reconnaissance technique was perceived by the other party, the scarlet hand crossbow was raised, Murphy rushed into Zuckerber's side in three consecutive assault steps, and the tomb badge on his wrist was fully activated at this moment.

Crowd Death Grip Unleashed!

The cold death psionic energy grabbed five mad vampires, including Zuckerber, from the ground at the same time, and cut off the legs of two skinny guards in a swift assault, and then dug out the heart of a third weakened vampire with a bloody claw, and the giant wolf of the astral plane also pounced on one of the captured targets, biting most of the latter's neck.

After this set of combos, Murphy retreated without being greedy.

He accurately calculated the remaining death psionic energy in the tomb badge, and he could perform two such assaults to make him more sure.

Zuckerber in front of him is clearly a vampire who specializes in long-range attacks, and his awkward reaction in melee combat makes Murphy confident that he can eat him.

Hey, isn't that what a capitalist is a creature like that?

It is said that bullying the weak and fearing the hard are all elevating them, not to mention that they still have a loyal dog to help themselves!

But what is it?

A dog at the beginning, does the equipment depend on picking up?

Fifteen minutes later, when the old knight arrived in the corridor on the left with his hammer shield, he saw Murphy walking out of a mysterious building that was closing next to him, humming a strange song with his hands behind his back and under the protection of the four wraiths.

He had a scarlet Night Bat hand crossbow hanging from his waist, a delicate seal thrown up and down his hand, and a luxurious blood-colored spiked collar around the neck of the astral giant wolf at his feet, which looked like a high-level psionic item.

In the shadows not far behind him, a unique faded stone statue of a fat vampire still begging for mercy before dying, but the brutal wound in his heart represents Murphy's merciless execution.

Soon, the four resentful spirits aroused by the professional power of the Tomb Sword Guards also disappeared into the icy air as the battle ended.

"You seem to be in a good mood, have you encountered anything good?"

The old knight asked, and Murphy pointed to the door of the vault that closed behind him, and said:

"I found the family treasure house of the Blood Vulture Clan, there are a lot of good things in it, why don't you share it? Fifth! Couldn't be more. ”

"Money and treasure are of no use to me."

The old knight shook his head and said:

"Now that this place has been cleared, it's time to move on. But I underestimated you, and so did your people, Murphy, and did your elder Tracey know that you had hidden more power than most of your countrymen? ”

"No, in her eyes I'm just a lucky but weak fringe of the family."

Murphy shrugged his shoulders and said in a mysterious and relaxed tone:

"I haven't told her this yet, I'm afraid of scaring her, she's fragile right now and should be well protected and shouldn't be more burdensome, so I can even share some more treasure with you, please help me keep this secret."

The old knight ignored the vampire's joke.

He turned and walked briskly to the door at the end of the cloister, pushing it open to enter the Bloodvulture Pool, and he and Murphy clasped the edge of the heavy door left and right, pulling it open a gap.

In the next second, a terrifying and frantic psionic aura surged out of it.

It's not the astral psionic energy they expected!

Far from it!

That's the desolate aura that is more than ten times more wild and chaotic than the astral psionic energy!

The old knight's face changed drastically when exposed to the wind of the spirit world, and the oak armor on his body flashed like an LED marquee with colorful psionic protection, and Murphy without protection was even worse, his whole person was like being hit by a heavy hammer, and he fell to the ground with a dull breath.

The giant wolf in the astral realm was even more miserable, and was expelled back to the astral realm with a sigh.

It didn't die.

But the psionic energy in front of him banished it!

"Bang"

Old Finok desperately closed the door, so that the damn madness that made his heart beat would not continue to pour out.

He leaned against the door panting, shaking his head constantly, and even reaching out to slap his helmet in an attempt to wake himself up from the entanglement of illusions and illusions, and the light of his sacred oak armor gradually dimmed, as if the danger was just over.

In the dead silence of the corridor, amid the heavy gasps of the two men, Murphy rubbed his aching head and looked up at the old knight.

He asked:

"And what is that thing? I seem to see the stars smiling at me? The Dark Nebula is whispering to me? ”

The old knight glanced at him.

With some trembling tremors, the golden powerhouse felt out his dwarven pipe and held it to his mouth, rubbing his fingers three times to light the fire.

"Damn! The astral ripping-style psionic riot obscured the truth beneath the depths of the earth, and I knew that what was happening in Cadman City was anything but as simple as it seemed. We were taken advantage of! Both the Plantagenet Kingdom and General Loren have been taken advantage of!

That's what they're really for.

A subspace rift that is opening up in the material world with the Blood Vulture Sacred Pool as a signpost is even Salokdal just a sacrifice! ”

Old Finoch calmed down with the help of tobacco, rubbed his forehead vigorously, and whispered:

"Murphy, things are in trouble!"

Meanwhile, in a chamber beneath the complex structure of the cloister, Maxim and Adele hold a sword in one left and one right hand to protect a strange psionic device that is rising from the ground.

In front of them, Natalie and her teammates were pressing over.

The gray-haired Demon Hunter slowly pulled out the strangely shaped silver sword at her waist, and she said sharply:

"I know you vampire dogs can't be trusted! Get out of there! Immediately! ”

Maxim and Lady Adele looked at each other, and then the two responded to the threat in action, raising their weapons and unsheathing their swords with the four witch hunters on the opposite side.

The two groups of people fought together without any communication.

As with all the stories of witch hunters and evil spirits in the past millennia, lies cannot hide the truth, and only the sword is the only language that both sides can understand.

(End of chapter)