The news that the student party was collectively sent to the astral plane reached Murphy's side as soon as possible.

The vampire lord, who was about to start napping because of the approaching night, was awakened by the incorrect coordinates of several Calculation Orbs, and when he saw the specific information projected by the core orb, he knew that his "perfect routine" was about to be disrupted again today.

Although there was a small complaint, but in the end, it was his own treasures who should be saved or saved, so Murphy immediately rushed into the office next to him and shouted Tracey, who had poured herself into a daze.

The Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture shook his head after glancing at the ridiculously strange relative coordinates.

"It's hopeless.

This is already the coordinates of the depths of the astral boundary, even if I open the astral gate now, they won't be able to rush back, these areas have not been explored by psychics at all, and there is a dangerous time turbulence, no one knows what strange things are hidden inside.

But why do they always have such strange things?

Not to mention that you entered by accident, even if you really want to commit suicide, it will be quite difficult to teleport yourself to this hellish place, even for a psionic master like me.

So, what the hell is going on? ”

Faced with Tracey's question, Murphy shook his head and said:

"I don't know, the Orb doesn't have a real-time recording function, and the Orb we use is still too basic, but I guess they'll be posting their experiences on the forums soon. Most likely, they encountered a powerful enemy who wanted to kill people but ignored the 'immortality' of the Translantian warriors.

Whenever something like this happens, I think they're just so good. ”

The vampire lord blinked.

He and Tracey appeared on the forum at about the same time, and as expected, they saw a new post purely for complaining:

"There is a strange skeleton-level boss wandering near Plague Town, suspected of being a world or wild boss, with the ability to force teleportation, don't provoke him!" 》

The post was sent by Che Che, and there was a sense of unhappiness and helplessness between the lines.

Although there is not much content, it describes in great detail the whole process of the accident they encountered on the east side of Plague Town, and even posted a photo of the astral scenery taken by these guys before they died.

Hey, don't say it, those fantastical and magnificent, dotted with a sense of time and space confusion in the photos really look like the artistic atmosphere of Van Gogh's abstract paintings, but it can't be ignored that these photos have a vague and strange luster wrapped in a strange celestial serpent-like monster that is very eye-catching.

Che Che said that the last time he teleported into the astral plane by mistake, he was eaten by this snake, but the second time he encountered a "teleportation accident", he encountered this strange snake again.

This should be a very serious matter, but the post is full of joy.

Edina's Female Sword Master: [A beautiful girl vampire who never misses every fun comes to laugh at the first time!] Hahaha, you are really unlucky, my dear treasures, you have delayed the destruction of the group for three days, don't you return the lead that you have won so hard?

You see, you see, it's useless to go fast in a real world!

You've got to walk steadily. 】

Onboard happy sticks: [It's not right to laugh at people, Xiao Weiming, you are too vicious, please allow me to express my feelings about the tragic experience of my brothers:

Ahem!

Hahahahaha. 】

King Meow: [You bad thing! You're so happy when others are unlucky, unlike me, I'm the most intimate brother, come on, come on@Aruen, tell uncle, what are you going to do in the unknown area to the east of the dungeon inexplicably?

Speak up and listen. 】

Aruen: [Hey, what can you say? Anyway, you just don't go, that boss is very powerful, basically belongs to the type of 'meet kill', and if you can't even aim, you will be sent directly to the astral boundary by him.

Strange guys.

I'm still talking about the Creator or something, it's like a typical cultist, I'll post a picture of him, and you'll walk around when you meet him. 】

After saying that, Ah Ru uploaded a photo of a few of them before they were teleported, and the strangely dressed guy in it was naturally complained about by everyone.

Because this guy is wearing a western denim outfit that is completely different from the local style, like a guy who has traveled from the days of the western gangsters to Transnesia.

They shouted that the dog planner was working again.

However, the two "dog planners" who were fishing and paddling in the forum at this time stared wide-eyed, and Murphy and Trash's focus was not on this guy's clothes, and the two of them invariably focused on the metal staff held by the "explorer".

"Futuristic sci-fi?"

"Vessel of the Creator!"

Murphy and Tracy exclaimed at the same time,

Although the two said different things, they were not wrong.

In Murphy's opinion, this metal staff is really full of an indescribable style of sophisticated futuristic technology that is incompatible with the continent of Transnesia.

It didn't look like a staff at all, but rather like the joystick of some dismantled precision instrument, and you could even see seven different modules on it, as well as sliding precision slides and something like a short antenna.

As for Tracey

After many years of traveling on the mainland, the well-informed Scarlet Witch saw the origin of this metal staff at a glance.

She said with a serious expression:

"I stole my school in the Moon Holy City. Ahem, I mean, when I was interning there, I saw with my own eyes the treasures of that generation of Patriarchs of Death, and among them were similar 'ritual weapons'.

The Songhai people call this kind of object, which is incompatible with the style of the whole world but has various strange effects, 'Vessel of the Creator', and most of these things have been excavated from several Creator ruins in the Land of Origin.

Even the most knowledgeable priests of the sun could not explain how they worked, and like all miracles, they were occult knowledge that did not belong to this era. ”

"So after seeing the psionic age of demons dancing wildly, am I going to kick off the 'science fiction era' with my own hands? What is the situation in this ghost continent? ”

Murphy rubbed his brow vigorously, trying to calm himself down.

He suddenly realizes that his knowledge of the "Twilight" group seems to be a bit one-sided, and it can be seen from this new dangerous figure that this group of doomists does not seem to be the typical cult group that only hangs people to the stake in the Middle Ages.

"Bang Bang Bang"

There was a sudden knock on the door, causing Murphy and Tracy to look back at the door.

The leader of the patriarch's guard, "Mad Woman" Bonnie, pushed the door in with a serious face, and put a bunch of things in her hand in front of Trith's eyes, and it was a few arithmetic orbs and psionic dog tags that still had the aura of the astral realm, which belonged to the student party who had just died.

"They've suddenly appeared in the teleportation hall!"

Bonnie explained with some incomprehension:

"The guards there only saw the Astral Rift open and close, and it seemed that these things were 'deliberately' sent back."

"Same as last time?"

Tracey's eyes narrowed, and she said:

"The last time that unlucky car strayed into the astral plane, his orb and dog tag were also sent back like this, and I thought it was strange at the time, ordinary arithmetic orbs don't have this kind of precise positioning and automatic teleportation function.

This time, it seems that it is indeed a problem on the astral side.

There is a force that has sent the student party's belongings back to the physical world after their disappearance, and that power is apparently capable of resolving save points in orbs

Perhaps this is a temptation? ”

Murphy didn't say a word.

He just stared at the few orbs that had been lost.

He wasn't an expert in astral affairs, and he knew very little about that mysterious plane, and he had to obey Trith's judgment on that side, but the chain of events at least proved that something was going on in Plaguetown that was hard to understand and easy to ignore.

And the appearance of those events means that the power of twilight is still haunted in Translasia.

"That hellish place can't be left behind!"

Murphy made up his mind.

He said to Tracey:

"I'm going to Plague Town immediately, and if necessary, I'll intervene in the little players' strategies there, and take it down as soon as possible to avoid a new recurrence, I have a hunch that what is happening in Plague Town goes beyond the battle itself, and even beyond the scope of the 'Black Calamity'.

We're approaching something dangerous, and I don't want that to pop up before the Scourge arrives and become a nuisance for us! ”

"Well, go ahead, contact me if you need to."

Tris picked up an orb and said:

"I'm going to parse down the remnants of the astral aura on it, and see if I can reverse who is 'observing' us in the astral plane, and frankly, this guy hiding in the astral plane is more worried than the visible Plague Town, Murphy.

Even if it's not an unknown astral djinn, even a second-level astral behemoth is enough to make people scared.

And I have every reason to suspect that it has its eye on us. ”

——

Getting rid of the vampires running to the edge of the battlefield is just a casual task for an explorer who is in a good mood, unaware that his old story is about to be debunked on the forums by the little players, and he is busy receiving the entire Roster of Plague Town in the Fleshripper's Pesticity Tower.

The torn flesh in front of him seemed to be really ready to leave, and at the feet of the old jackal lay the packed luggage.

"Check it out."

Tearing the flesh and holding the Rotten Soul Bone Staff, he said to the explorer in front of him:

"I'll be leaving in a moment if it's okay, the vampire minions on the outskirts of town launched a tentative assault on this place today, but to no avail, but I suspect it's just a strategy.

Perhaps soon they will launch a devastating offensive.

I don't know why you have to take over this hot potato, but if you do do it, then I can only wish you peace, my friend. ”

"Alas, it's just a little grudge and revenge for the superiors, we are all bitter servants. It's like you have your calling, and I have my job. ”

The explorer shrugged his shoulders and flipped through the roster in his hand, not noticing that the flesh-ripping gaze kept wandering over the metal staff that was clearly associated with the Land of Creation.

"You're going to take the lame paws?"

After more than ten seconds, the explorer found out that something was wrong, and he frowned and said to the torn meat:

"This is not in accordance with the agreement between us, Your Excellency! Cripplepaw is a terrible corpse constructor, and even Lord Gen has an impression of it, and I must keep it to turn this place into a place of death for Lord Murphy! ”

"But lame claws are also important to the Plague Clan, explorer."

Tearing the flesh and not giving an inch, he said:

"I must take it back to the Dark Mountains, the necromantic knowledge it has is very important to the inheritance of the Plague Clan, and I can't give it up."

"And yet you've turned it into that ghost, you've turned a life that could have been a tectonist into a pathetic deceased maniac, and you're not going to set it free?"

The explorer said disdainfully:

"Such a good talent is really wasted in your hands."

"You don't understand anything! Mankind. ”

Tearing Flesh snorted and said:

"If it weren't for me, Cripple would have fallen into Hades years ago!

It was a maverick gnoll who did terrible things because of its obsession with death.

You only know its talent, but you don't know its 'feat' in the Dark Mountains! A small half of the 'good reputation' of our Plague Clan now owes to the 'dedication' of the lame claw.

Hmph, I have its lifebox, but this thing can only suppress it but not control it, and if you want it to stay, you have to convince it first. Lame?

Lame!

Come to me!

Lame?

Can you hear ME? ”

The Flesh Ripper activated the control core of the Plague Warlock Tower, and called out to the side of the tower but received no response, and the deathly silence on the other side made the Flesh Ripper look change dramatically.

"Not good!"

It exclaimed, grabbed its bone staff, and staggered down the tower.

The explorer had no idea what was happening, but from the change in his expression, he realized that something might have happened to the lame paw, and he rushed out.

One after the other, the two entered the dead silent tectonic tower.

The explorer was vigilant enough to apply several layers of psionic shields to himself, and then he followed the flesh into it, only to see the structures that should have been sent to the battlefield thrown on the ground.

All kinds of foul-smelling blood and tools used for construction were torn everywhere, and the entire construction tower felt like it had undergone a assault and slaughter.

Tearing Flesh rushed into Cripple's laboratory with a gloomy face, and saw Cripple's head being thrown into the shredded corpse next to him.

But it's still "alive".

Upon seeing the Flesh Ripper and the Explorer walk in, the eyes of the lame claw's head that had been in focus spun around, and it screamed as if crying and laughing:

"It's alive! It's alive! ”

“！！！”

The expression of tearing meat is even more ugly.

There was indeed a trap for the explorer tonight, but it wasn't the "trap moment" it imagined!

Damn, things are out of control!

The explorer next to him had no idea what was happening, but the wary dusk servant knew something was wrong when he saw the miserable sight before him and the bad associations he made from the scream of the lame claw.

He paid no attention to what was going on around him, turned around and rushed out of the tower.

There was psionic suppression in this tomb-like tower that made it impossible for him to use teleportation, otherwise he would have been anointed with oil on the soles of his teleportation feet.

Tearing the flesh but not making a rash move, it reached out and lifted the lame claw's head, and asked:

"Where is it?"

"It's right outside!"

Lame Paw shouted:

"That idiot is dead! My king has been disturbed to rest, and he is angry."

"Ahh

As soon as he finished speaking, the explorer's screams of rage and terror were heard outside, followed by an earthquake-like bombardment of massive objects and a frantic roar of beasts in the darkness.

The roar of the king from a hundred years ago made the tearing flesh and lame claws who had directed all this with one hand couldn't help but close their eyes.

Tearing Flesh's lame head moved out of the tower bit by bit almost against the edge of the 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 and not dare to make the slightest movement.

Behind them, the resurrected Lord of the Bone Eaters sniffed like a beast, the cold power of death and the eerie blessing of midnight that made its eyes flicker in the darkness not with a blue fire, but with a scarlet gaze.

Enough to scare any gnolls who have heard its story.

But fortunately, the king of biting bones seems to smell the smell of his compatriots on the torn meat.

It let out a series of indescribable whimpers, and disappeared into the slaughter zone of the Tectonic Tower like the wind in the darkness, and the tearing flesh that was scared into a cold sweat had never been so close to death, and only after confirming that the Lord of the Biters had left, it shifted its feet and crawled out.

"Back! There's something in the back. ”

The lame paw it held in its hand shouted.

Tearing flesh and wiping sweat, he turned back to see that at the edge of the tectonic tower, the explorer's head, which had been pulled from his spine and flattened, was lying miserably at the edge of light and shadow, and the metal staff covered with flesh and blood was lying quietly aside.

It also has a torn left hand on it.

Spike!

This self-esteemed creature didn't even manage to fight back effectively, and was killed with his bare hands by the resurrected King of Bone Biters.

"Hey, hey."

Before it had time to think about it, it let out a strange laugh as it cast a spell outside the structure tower to seal off the dangerous tower that was no longer accessible, picking up the metal staff and the explorer's broken head.

It whispered:

"Even after resurrecting from the dead, my king chose to protect his offspring, and you foolish dog who slammed into the majesty of the Creator died just right. Maybe it's fate."

"That. You don't think I'm really dead, do you? ”

The explorer's sigh sounded from the urn in the broken skull of the flesh-ripping hand, and it was only at this point that the flesh-ripping flesh noticed that there was no blood flowing out of the explorer's broken neck, but that there was something strange like a torn gear and connecting wire in the stubble of the neck.

The torn creature flipped his eyes, and sparks burst out of his nostrils and teeth when the mechanics were not functioning, and he said intermittently:

"It's just a double puppet.

The real me never left a safe place, but it made me realize that the guy I regarded as a friend had been holding back bad thoughts. Although I don't know why you, a gnolloh, would become a believer in the Creator overnight, but tear the flesh

Get your staff in hand!

I'll be coming back soon.

One last piece of advice to you, don't go in! Don't go to the Land of Creation! You don't know anything about the secrets of the Creator, you don't know anything about the true purpose of that area, you're just a lucky headless fly.

You're going to die there, and that's just the best ending I can think of."

"Bang"

The skull that made the sound was torn apart, and the old gnoll stared at the red and white thing in his hand, and saw the lube like black blood stained his paws, and his face was not afraid, and in this miserable night, it whispered:

"Oh, thanks for the reminder, but that's what I should be worried about.

What my king regrets, what my king has not done, will be done by my flesh and my plague clan, maybe I can't see that scene with my own eyes, but the next king of biting bones. Bound to be born from my clan!

We gnolls are bad, but we also didn't want to ruin the world while you.

You doomsday mongrels born out of chaos and madness!

Everybody gets it! ”

(End of chapter)