Murphy had already learned from Tracy that the First Lord of the Blood Alliance Knights would come to support the battle, and it was a powerful gold-level blood knight who was both offensive and defensive, just enough to form a front-line attack group with the old knight Finok.

The cooperation of the two of them is enough to contain Salokdal, who is currently in the Holy Blood Pool, and there is only one goal left for everyone!

That is, when the fallen Blood Vulture Patriarch was entangled, he did his best to destroy his connection with the Holy Blood Pool, so that the subspace rift that was being guided by the Spirit Energy of the Holy Blood Pool entered an unstable state.

It has not yet opened up in the material world, which means that it can still be destroyed.

It's like the layer of "reality" that hasn't been broken yet, and you can play as perverted as you want, but if there is a needle's eye, it means that even the gentlest movement may kill you.

Once the subspace rift begins to become unstable, the eldest lady, who is the core of the plan, will immediately cast a spell in it to banish the chaotic forces of the subspace to the astral plane at the cost of destroying the holy blood pool.

The final step will be done by Tracey herself.

Because Cadman City's Astral Rift had only just closed and was still in a fragile state, it wasn't difficult to do that.

This three-step overall plan amazed Murphy, who felt that he was respected, and that the former Scarlet Witch was really not a fuel-efficient lamp when she was serious.

However, he didn't expect that this First Knight Lord who came to support him was actually a joke

Well, a sufficiently handsome, gentle, narcissistic, and powerful tease.

Just by looking at the almost endless variety of roses he carries with him, you know that this guy is definitely not a serious person! Who would be serious enough to carry this stuff with them?

But for now, Murphy has no choice.

"Boom"

One by one, the natural scrolls were torn apart.

Psychic spells that enhanced psychic and perception were applied to the little players, drops of Vampire Slayer Sword Oil were smeared on weapons, and the diluted potion was soaked with projectiles and arrowheads.

Psionic users are taught by the old knight at the end of the day to urgently learn techniques called [Chaos Protection] and [Psychic Fire].

It is impossible for ordinary people to learn this in just a few tens of minutes, but the 1.5 times growth of young players allows them to quickly master these two skills.

Although it is very rusty, and there is a high probability that they will fail to release due to lack of proficiency, but considering that they are positioned as consumables in this battle, this is enough.

To be honest, Murphy didn't have much confidence in putting the little players into the battlefield, judging from his own battle record just now, the current perception and thinking attributes of the little players were difficult to avoid the invasion of chaos for a long time even under various bonuses, and no one could guess what would happen to them once they were captured by the subspace.

What if subspace corrosion spreads to another world through a mysterious game connection?

What if they are really driven crazy by the evil forces in this world?

Isn't this pure sin?

"Are you worried about your own warriors?"

The First Lord, Paliano, fastened his ornate lion helmet to his head, shielding his knight with heavy armor, and asked in a very magnetic voice.

Murphy didn't hide the handsome guy's question.

He replied:

"I feel like I'm sending them to hell with my own hands, no, the fate of being captured by the minds of the subspace is much more terrible than death."

"It's rare for me to see my fellow citizens care so much about humanity."

Paliano burst out laughing, and the First Lord, who had a very cheerful personality, said:

"As Lady Triss said, you are a different kind of countryman, and it is no wonder that my goddess is so fond of you."

"Your goddess?"

Murphy looked at Paliano in surprise.

The latter nodded solemnly, and took out a delicate notebook with fragrance from the psionic bag, opened it, checked it, and said:

"My muse is number 17!

But this was more than a hundred years ago, and Lady Triss had been endowed with a more carefree and mature charm over time, but her horrible wound had severely ruined her amazing beauty, so I guess I would have to push her back to the top thirty.

But she's still the goddess of my heart! It is a rare and beautiful thing in the world.

There is no doubt about that.

Ah, fate has been so generous to me that I no longer have to suffer the lovesickness of the Goddess's death. ”

"I think there's something wrong with your statement."

Murphy replied with a grimace.

He didn't think that Tracey would be worse than the other women in this little book, but was this guy still a well-hidden Aquaman? Looking at the thickness of this notebook, you can know that the "goddess" in this guy's heart is not a hundred, but also fifty.

Hey, there's got to be a trick to this kind of thing, right?

If it weren't for the special situation now, it would be worth asking.

"But what I want to say is that you don't have to worry. Lord Pa Ying knew the threat of this battle, and he gave me the power of the Holy Lance, and through the connection of the bloodline, I could summon the projection of the Holy Lance 'Eternal Silence'.

As the relict of the world's longest battle with the subspace, it is enough to protect the hearts and minds of warriors.

Provided, of course, that they are truly fearless. ”

Paliano probably saw Tracey's place in Murphy's heart, and he snorted, put away his notebook, and took out his scarlet riding gun with his backhand.

Brushing the edge of the heavy weapon with a single hand in scarlet armor, crimson spells were activated, and then, as Murphy watched in amazement, a ball of bloody light burst out from the spear.

At the same time, the character card in front of you pops up with a prompt:

[Eternal Silence Holy Lance Projection: Arbitration Aura] is imposed!

While the aura effect is active, all non-Chaos Beings within 120 feet will be granted the [Atonement] status, increasing damage to Chaos creatures and greatly increasing Psychic Resistance.

Vampire races that are under this aura will additionally increase health and psionic regeneration.

Chaos creatures within this aura will take Corrosion over time damage until they die.

This aura was not only perceived by Murphy, but also by the young players.

It was the first time they had seen such a high-end manifestation of power in the game, so they couldn't help but lean over to Lord Paliano to look at the scarlet streamer in his hand, and they were talking about something that must be something like a dog plotting to draw cakes.

The eldest lady, who was silent and preparing to act, turned her head to look at the cavalry spear in the hand of Lord Paliano, and she whispered:

"The Scarlet Spear 'Forever'! The miracle creature of the Blood Alliance Knights, the Divine Soldier commanded by Lord Pa Ying, is also one of the Seven Sacred Relics of the Original Sin of the Vampire Civilization, and I have read stories about it in countless legends.

In this day and age, the Holy Lance has become an alternate image of the vampire race in the eyes of the world.

It represents the good side of the vampire.

Just as the vampires except for the Knights of the Blood Pact represent the dark and depraved side in the eyes of the world.

There is no doubt that Lord Pa Ying is a great man who can be born among us. ”

"As it should be."

First Lord Paliano laughed.

He stretched out his hand and placed it in front of the wooden door in front of him, which was shielded from calamity, and turned back to the others who were ready for battle, and said:

"In fact, within the Knights, there has been a constant debate about who is more powerful than the Scarlet Spear and the other original sin relics, but unfortunately Lord Pa Ying is not a belligerent person, except for the punishment expedition against the Blooddread Clan a hundred years ago, there has been no record of real battles with other big buses.

But today we may be able to get a tangible answer.

The Blood Vulture Relic, the Desire Demon Blade 'Necessary Evil' is still in the hands of Salokdar, and although it is not the Lord himself who has come, my heir will fight on behalf of the Great Elder.

Maybe I can write a good story today.

So, let the beautiful and romantic war begin! ”

"Bang"

The wooden door in front of him shattered open with the slap of Paliano's heavy shield, and the cold and dark subspace aura rushed to his face, and was blocked out of his body by the blood spirit streamer projected by the holy spear in his hand.

As Paliano raised his weapon high, the collision of the breath of the material world and the subspace formed a substantial explosion of energy in this dark hall, rolling up the wind and making the unsteady little players cry out to the.

The old knight at his side, Finok, was not to be outdone.

He led the witch hunter forward with the name of Avalon as he shouted the name of the god, the large oak blade in his hand seemed to be determined to compete with the projection of the Crimson Spear, igniting a dark blue fire of purification in the hum of the sword-wielder.

The Dao Spirit inscription on its sword body also came out of its body with the support of spiritual energy, turning into a flying natural charm and falling on the witch hunters and young players.

It's like a bear child provocative.

Proudly and proudly, he threw a gesture at the scarlet holy spear projection, you can only protect everyone with your aura, but Lao Tzu can make them grow stronger!

So there's no need to say more about who's better, right?

"I didn't expect you to be a relic-holder, it's really disrespectful. The 'Watcher', one of the famous Three Sacred Blades of Oak, is truly powerful! It's just as rude and vulgar as the legend goes. ”

Lord Paliano looked at the old knight in surprise, and the latter said with a cold face:

"Didn't you notice that I was by your side for ten minutes just now? Are you blind in the eyes of your arrogant people? ”

"Well, I'm sorry, sir."

The first leader stepped forward to break through the accumulation of filthy psionic energy, and said in a casual tone:

"I've always only focused on those beautiful things, and the filth doesn't get into my eyes, so I don't feel sad for the ugly creatures."

There is an obvious implication in this statement.

Old Finok snorted, he held the sword in both hands and pointed diagonally forward, glanced at Paliano, who was beside him with the holy spear in his right hand and the heavy shield in his left hand, and said:

"What did you mean by that?"

"That's what it says on paper!"

Paliano, the first lord who was kind and kind to Murphy and the others, whispered coldly under the heavy helmet:

"I am a son of pride, and we can all smell the sins of the night, and you! Captain White Knight, the smell of sin you exudes is stronger than that of everyone else in the city but you combined, and only the residual sin aura on Tracy's body can rival yours.

You have committed an abomination!

If it weren't for the wrong timing, I would have decided to bring you back to the station and hand you over to Lord Pa Ying for a good interrogation, and I would have been able to dig up a lot of shocking information.

You've been in contact with Subspace more than once! ”

"Huh"

The old knight sneered, and a whirling slash slashed through the filthy energy gushing out of the crack in the subspace in front of him, and in the hum of the Great Oak Blade like a great enemy, he looked ahead and whispered:

"I don't deny it, but I don't think your Lord Pa Ying may have a chance to taste my sins."

"Boom"

A large amount of life poured into the Hall of Holy Blood, and the final enemy was finally alarmed, and a cloud of scattered purple starlight wrapped the human form and slowly rose from the rapidly boiling pool of Holy Blood.

The intensity of the chaos impact in the entire hall immediately increased in this instant.

Several elite witch hunters immediately clutched their heads and cried out in pain, and were dragged into the increasingly bright arbitration aura around Paliano by the quick-eyed little players, which saved their precarious sanity.

Before everyone's eyes, the man who had risen from the pool of blood had shed the last drop of viscous blood and was able to manifest himself.

A classic blood vulture uniform.

In addition to the slim red and black hunting suit, there was a scarlet cloak worn crossbody, fastened with a vulture lock on the left shoulder, and the head was lowered as if asleep and dead.

His long gray hair was stained with purple stars scattered over his shoulders, and it was evident that the old man was definitely a handsome man when he was young, but now he seemed to have been drained of all his blood like dry bones in a coffin.

This terrifying look contrasts sharply with its decent dress.

His black-gloved hands were staggered across his chest, and his right hand held a scarlet, one-handed blade.

The sword's blades are open on both sides but have strange jagged blades on one side, and the most striking feature is the gauntlet under the blade that takes the form of a hybrid monster of a night bat and vulture, and its inscription on the blade is ancient and dark, and in the slightly exaggerated decoration, it also reflects the near-perfect vampire dark style.

If you have to describe it vividly, it is probably a bit similar to a certain Sorrowful Blade, but that thing is a two-handed sword, and the one in front of me is a real one-handed sword, so it is lighter.

This is probably what Paliano said earlier about the "necessary evil" of the Blood Vulture Relic.

Sadly, the Midnight Blade, like its swordbearer, has now become the carrier and agent of the will of chaos gushing out of the rift in subspace, making it clear and oppressive to everyone who looks at it.

It was the weight of the chaotic forces on the spirit, and the real scorching of reason was like a lit candle under the palm of your hand.

Pain, tearing, torment, screaming.

It longs for all the good sins of this world and the things that creep in the abyss

"Father!"

The eldest lady exclaimed.

The little players around them almost didn't need a translator to understand that the dry corpse vampire in front of them was Sarokdal Collinsman Lesenbra, the current Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture!

It's just that this guy's current state is obviously not very normal.

The eldest lady's exclamation seemed to have the opposite effect at this moment, and under her call, the dried corpse vampire suspended in the air slowly opened its eyes.

There are no more blood pupils unique to vampires, replaced by black pupils that are covered with purple starlight.

He moved his neck mechanically and stiffly, looked around, and finally locked onto the pale-faced eldest lady, his body moving strangely like a marionette, and a terrifying "kind smile" on his corpse-like face.

He said in a voice as shriveled as if a piece of iron rubbing:

"Ah, Phimis, the midnight bell has announced that you have come at the invitation of fate, my dear daughter, the Astral Night Crown is being shaped, and the time has come to ascend to God! The eternal sins of our descendants of sin will be cleansed, and our most ancient desires will be satisfied.

Come on!

My daughter.

My most wonderful creation!

With pride and glory, embrace your mission, make up for my shortcomings, and become the 'Midnight Housemother', shelter me, the embodiment of the merciful night. ”

"What's that? What 'Midnight Housewife'? ”

There was a commotion among the little players.

Lumina grabbed her musket and glanced at the eldest lady who was trembling all over her heart, and she exclaimed:

"What is this old pervert going to do to his daughter?"

"The 'Astral Night Crown' refers to the constellation of the Night Kings in the galaxy, which is said to be the star of calamity that represents vampires!" 'The Midnight Mistress' was the priesthood he had chosen for Phimis, and according to the mythology of the various races I knew, the existing gods seemed to have been born in the first rays of subspace.

So, Sarokdal opened this subspace rift as the 'Ascending Steps' of Femis! ”

Lady Tris, who has been following the front line through the small player's calculation orb, explained to the players in a rather awkward Mandarin in a "voice-over" way:

"The mystery of everything has finally been revealed, and Salokdal wants to create a 'god' with his own hands! A midnight god that belongs to all vampires! He wants to make our 'Mother of the Night' a reality.

My plan has been tampered with!

He extended it to a higher and grander level, what a great idea, but it was a pity that it was used.

It's a pity.

Let's go! Warriors!

In the name of the Great Plan, slaughter this ambitious man!

Well, your language is hard to learn, but I'm obviously a little smarter than Murphy Jr. thinks. ”

(End of chapter)