Captain Bloody's pirates were saved, but they were all very tired and wounded, and a few of the hapless ones who had been captured by rats were going crazy, and one of them was skinning himself.

This is obviously a terrible psychological trauma, commonly known as madness.

But here's the hellish joke about this:

This guy is a vampire pirate, he has super self-healing powers, so every time he peels his skin, he will grow back skin, and those peeled skin will quickly burn and dissipate in the sun.

It's like a very pathetic torture with no end in every sense of the word.

"It's really miserable to send these guys to the Avalon Sanctuary as quickly as possible, and find Brother Raven to intervene for them after the disaster, and look at them."

Murphy couldn't bear to look any further, turned his head to Adele beside him and said:

"By the way, send back the seriously wounded fellows of the pirates, and let them find a place to rest in the embassy district, and Lord Pablo and his first mate wife will go to the city of Batasim under the leadership of André to meet Madame Shane.

When they get back, I'll arrange for Tracey to meet with them.

You leave a few of you here to record and sort out my warriors' hunt for the nezumi and the destruction of their nests, and when the best hunter is decided, give him or her the sword in my name. ”

He handed his staff sword to Adele, not saddened by the loss of a collectible weapon, Murphy had always been open to this, as he said, the old did not go to the new, and if a sword could make a small player loyal to him, the business would be a big deal.

The Head of Loyalty Intelligence nodded and said:

"Are you going back to the Dark Valley now? The elders over there would love to see you. ”

"No, I'll go to Bafengte Canyon first."

Murphy took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and he said:

"When the important things about Hogg over there are done, I will gather you in the Dark Valley, and then I will go to the Blood Alliance Clan's position in the Black Flame Pass.

Maxim will soon be stationed in the Dark Valley with his soldiers, and you can let your people do the handover there, and arrange for a few elders to return to Transcia with the old and weak women and children to choose a new place for you to live.

I think the vicinity of the Ancestral Glade is good, that savannah is definitely very suitable for a half-elf life like you, if you want to live a lively life, then find Miriam to arrange a special elf community for you in the Crimson Keep.

There aren't many of you anyway. ”

"Thank you for your grace, master."

Adele breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Although she doesn't have much affection for her own people, she also wants to see a good outcome for those half-elves like her.

However, before leaving, Adele still reminded:

"Master, the Shadow Half-Elves don't ask for much, and it won't be difficult for Transnica to hug them, but those real Shadow Elves are not so easy to deal with. Although the Lifeweaver Lady Veranther has always said that she is willing to be your loyal servant, and she is willing to help you bring the last of the Mejevar Elves into the Crimson Keep, so that they will willingly serve you.

It sounds wonderful, but from what I know about the Shadow Elves, she must have a purpose!

You have to be careful when you get along with her.

The Lifeweavers have some strange abilities, and it's definitely not just because they're priests of Lady Spider that they're able to occupy a high position in the competitive Shadow Elf society. ”

"I'm not worried that she's going to mess with it in Transasia, because I have the best intelligence specialists."

Murphy applauded:

"I'm sure that with your dislike of the Shadow Elves, you won't allow them to disrupt our national order."

"Well, I'll keep an eye on them, in your name."

Adele's heart warmed when she was encouraged, and when she leaned over to leave, she handed some bloodstained papers to Murphy, and said:

"This was found on the body of the guy who seemed to be a werewolf, and it seems to be some experimental data and summaries, as well as the syringes it used before it transformed, and other things that I know will be of interest to.

But alas, that guy didn't actually die.

There was only one corpse left there, and his soul was transferred at the moment of death, and I specifically checked with the eldest lady to confirm that there was no trace of any information left in the broken corpse. ”

"Well, I've guessed this result a long time ago, if these cultists hadn't had similar means, they would have been wiped out long ago under the pursuit of Lord Pa Ying. I'm glad I've found these, so go ahead and get busy, Adele.

Remember to take care of yourself. ”

Murphy took the papers and bits and pieces in the box, and after Adele left with his heir, Dinah, Murphy spread his wings and sped away in the direction of Bafonte Canyon in the night.

He opened the box in the air and removed the syringe from which he had already used once.

It's so delicate that it doesn't look like an alchemist can make it.

In fact, this thing is made in a single piece and the shell is not iron or wood, it looks like some kind of polymer material, even the injection hole is hidden in the syringe body and there is a button for instant injection, so simple futuristic technology makes Murphy conclude that this thing definitely came from some lost creator's land.

And the truth is exactly what he thinks:

Name: Disposable drug storage and injection device

Quality: Disposable consumables

Maker: The ninth automatic assembly line of Eden District "Newborn" Biotechnology Company

Item Description:

[The shell made of polymer can ensure that the product remains intact in most cases, even if it is angry and falling, it will not let even a drop of the drug stored in it spill out, the fast and painless injection needle allows you to avoid the pain of multiple needle by the little nurse with a small hand tide, and the built-in micro air pump and uniform push tube make any injection process can be completed within 0.5 seconds.

It's not the product of a technological breakthrough, but it does embody New Tech's purpose of always putting the user experience first.

Look for our brand!

Choose new technology for a better future! 】

"! I'm a little tempted by this golden age of advertising, so where can I buy similar black technology syringes? ”

Murphy complained vigorously:

"But can you hide your own production line? Do you know that a thousand years later, there is a group of cultists who are using your production line to do bad things! Bastards, aliens, capitalists. ”

He scolded like this, threw the syringe that did not leave a drop of liquid back into the box, and picked up the notes left by the old man of the cultist just now, which recorded some unclear data, which could not be understood at all, but some recorded words revealed the true identity of this guy:

"I was assigned to the Nezumi Project team, and I really don't like the shady rodents, but I knew I had to persevere, and this was the best chance to show the Scholars what I was capable of.

I thought I'd need to start from scratch, but it turned out that the best soldiers in the Twilight Order were more powerful than I thought.

While I was still learning about the obscure knowledge from the Creator, they had completely transplanted the genetic blueprints of the rats kept in the Gene Vault into the rats that could be found everywhere in the Dark Mountains, and had successfully completed the first phase of the experiment.

I'll never forget that day!

I saw with my own eyes the birth of the first upright walking mouse in the convulsions of a giant female mouse.

It's stupid!

Like its kind, it only knows how to eat, destroy, and mate, but the light in those little eyes represents ignorance but not disgust, and I see curiosity in those eyes. It gives birth to the humblest of wisdoms.

And we!

We've created a creature like no other on the continent! Its genes come from some of the stars that have long since gone extinct, and we are the ones who have given this race a new lease of life!

The authority of the Creator is already in the hands of Twilight, and now I will share in the glory of this creation, which may be a bit rebellious, after all, in any text, it is an act of rebellion against God's authority.

But my frenzied heart told me that this was perhaps the greatest opportunity I could have in my idle life.

The nezumi lived only seven hours before he died.

The scholar himself came to see it, and he regretfully told us that the process of copying the genetic blueprint was still flawed, and it was not possible to perfectly reshape the most standard form of the nezumi.

But it doesn't matter.

The Lord saw the potential of our project team, and he generously gave us enough high-end equipment and an entire creation lab to use for us to use.

He had only one request.

We must advance the Nezumi project to the point where it can be used as a 'biological weapon' before the Fifth Black Plague makes waves, and according to my awesome colleagues, it's not difficult at all.

Because this isn't the first time they've done this.

Decades ago, they had already succeeded in creating another 'perfect creature', a miracle that the Scholar had personally led them to accomplish.

They proudly call it the 'Beast of World Destruction'.

It is said that the scholar kept the creatures he had created in the mountains between the Mirror Sea and the Grey Desert, in the dark area around the city of the wretched goatmen.

He said it wasn't yet time for the behemoths to appear.

I couldn't understand why a man as wise as he would join the Cultist of Twilight, but as I continued to learn the forbidden knowledge of the Creator, I realized that the Scholar was once as ignorant as I was.

It's not that he chose dusk, it's that dusk shapes who he is now, just as dusk shapes me!

One day, I will return to the White Cliffs with my creation, and I will repay them a hundredfold of the shame that those arrogant and stupid psionists have inflicted on me!

Well, if the Tower of the Ring had been willing to give me a lab, I wouldn't have had to do it now.

But it doesn't matter.

My cowardice and my weakness have been abandoned, and it was Twilight and the Scholars who gave me a new lease of life. ”

Murphy frowned frequently at this diary full of mental changes, and he realized from it the dangerous things going on by the "scholar faction" in the Twilight Order.

It's true that these guys aren't as aggressive as the Source faction, and they're not as stealthy as the Shadow Elves faction, but the "creature creation" they're executing seems to be shaping a true army of destruction for Twilight.

The nezumi are the result of the creation of such creatures, and judging from the words of the diary, they possess quite terrifying resources.

They can even decipher the knowledge left behind by the Creator, and even extract high-end gadgets like "genetic blueprints" that sound out of place in this world.

The most important thing is

"That 'scholar' doesn't seem to be optimistic about the future of the gnolls?"

Murphy frowned and thought:

He asked his researchers to prepare the army of rat men before the Plague recurred, meaning that Twilight seemed to realize that this Plague was unlikely to succeed, or that they didn't want to see the Gnolls succeed.

Therefore, their attitude towards the black plague is not to be in the same stream, but to simply 'use'!

These guys are secretly promoting their careers against the backdrop of the impending Black Plague, and they know very well that all the attention of the mainland will be on the Black Plague, and no one will pay attention to their actions in the shadow of the Black Plague.

Tsk, what a cunning. ”

Murphy thought.

He felt that he knew more about Dusk, and then he turned another page of the diary, and among the complex data that was difficult to decipher, he found another diary written by an old man cultist.

This page is also very interesting:

"Just yesterday, I managed to extract from my stupid apprentice the original genetic blueprint that the Creator Servants' had designed for the Gnolls, and it exhilarates me!

I know that if I use my knowledge to re-strengthen these blueprints, I will be able to create a more powerful life on top of the Gnolls.

The Gnolls were designed and built by the Creator's minions to protect them, but the cowards didn't write more destructive and wild pieces into their genes, like a lock that locked up the great potential that the Gnoll should have.

I'm not a coward!

I'm brave, and that's the confidence that comes with knowledge.

I named this project 'Werewolf'!

Hehe, werewolves have always been legends in the mountains and forests of the Saxophone region where I was born, but I know that there are no werewolves in this world, they are just boring legends made up by farmers who are terrified by vampires to give themselves courage.

But when I was a kid, I always wanted to see the mighty werewolf with my own eyes, and now I can finally make my dream come true.

And in the fragmented information left by the Creator, I know that there are werewolf mutilated genes in the sacred treasury left by the Creator, but unfortunately, in the era of 'mass extinction', even the Creator has not been able to salvage the precious genetic blueprint.

Thus, the Creator is neither omniscient nor omnipotent.

Hehe, the vampires on this continent already have power, so why can't fate lend my hand and let the ancient werewolves return to this world?

The thought drove me to the test.

When the scholar heard about my plan, he also praised my efforts and sent someone to bring me the mutilated genetic blueprint of the 'ancient werewolf', I have combined the two, and soon, the werewolves of this world will break out of the nest!

The vampire is in trouble.

But what does it matter?

Nobody likes vampires anyway, and if my werewolves can wipe out those dog things, maybe the kings of the entire continent will be willing to award me medals.

But I don't need anything outside of my body anymore, I now have knowledge by my side.

But the news from the world can occasionally amuse my mind that is tired of knowledge, and this morning I received a letter from an old friend, which is so strange that I thought they had all forgotten about me as a loser.

But it turns out that the Tower of the Ring is a true hell place.

My old friend Panil, who was also unappreciated in the Tower of the Ring, and who had been invited by me to come and escape through the pretext of 'sickness and death', told me that Her Excellency Lena Film Anitara, the Master of Energy Shaping nicknamed 'Dragon Burn', had been put in a cage for being a 'cultist'.

The psionic masters were going to use her as a 'gift' to King Louis to calm his anger, and don't think I don't know what those fools think.

Master Lena is a famous 'ageless beauty' in the Tower of the Ring, and they probably hope to arouse King Louis's lustful heart of rhodium, cesium, and beryllium, so that the Tower of the Ring can survive this unwarranted disaster.

But this was only speculation on the part of my old friend who was on the road, and he said that there was indeed a traitor in the Tower of the Ring

Hahaha, that pathetic creature never knew that our power had already entered the rotten system of the Tower of the Ring, and with only a slight operation, even an invincible psionic master like Dragon Flame would fall victim to our power.

My status in the organization isn't high enough for me to know which of the big names in the Tower of the Ring is one of ours, but I'm sure at least one of the Three Towers factions is entirely ours.

Lena is nothing more than a substitute for the dead.

Sadly, the proud beauty seemed to realize the danger that was coming.

She actually broke the cage and escaped.

The pathetic 'Iceberg Beauty' gave up her position and allowed her faction members to be slaughtered, and has since become incognito as a lonely mage.

My old friend Panier told me that the Tower of the Ring put all the blame on Madame Lina, and that a terrible internal purge was carried out to ensure that King Louis's wrath dissipated.

Well, I think I should tell the news to the scholars, so many people have been innocently implicated, and it is time for us to start a new round of 'new work'.

The Tower of the Ring doesn't want those poor mages, but we do!

A poor genius like Panier, who is obscure but in fact amazing, is destined to be used by us, and I am sure that my old friend will make a great career like me, but the only pity is that he is so kind, and he has been worried that his unsuccessful disciple will be bullied after he leaves.

Isn't it normal for incompetent people to be bullied?

But that's not their fault, it's the fault of this blinded world! Maybe I should send an invitation to the poor boy, I remember I met him, what is the child's name?

Heru?

Well, that's what it should be called.

A wild boy from the elven forest of Antani with no background.

Huhuhu, with the same background as me, it's really nostalgic.

The best of the best they have produced will eventually become part of the twilight, and when the warm time of destruction comes, we will all enjoy the afterglow from the extinction of eternity, and recreate the world in that peaceful night.

This twisted epoch must be ended, an ancient mistake that must be corrected. ”

"Tsk!"

After reading this page of the diary, Murphy fully judged that the old man cultist who was killed by Pablo with a single shot was not a serious person, he was a defected mage from the Tower of the Ring, and he also had ill intentions towards the psionic master of the other clan's Shaping Energy faction.

Sure enough, who would write a diary for a serious person?

But Heru!

Does this guy who started lying down again after getting the title of Translancia still have such a peculiar background and story? It seems that it is necessary for me to let Niu Niu's girlfriend Miss Anbo talk to her little fellow.

If "Baron Heru" did receive an invitation from his former mentor but didn't report it, then the Scout might be under scrutiny from the Shadow Intelligence Bureau.

However, this also determines that King Louis was put on a show by Dusk before, and the so-called eradication of traitors is nothing more than Dusk's introduction of an innocent substitute. The erosion of the Tower of the Ring is so appalling that if I had told the short man Loren the news, the half-dwarf who had been used would probably jump on the spot. ”

Murphy rubbed his chin and thought:

"But because of Dusk like this, that defecting Master Lena has probably hated these bastards to death, and if I can find her who faked her death, my little anti-twilight alliance will have some powerful thugs to join.

That's a psionic master!

He also specializes in plastic energy spells, and is estimated to be much more powerful than the embarrassing Tracey in terms of destructive power.

Well, it's time to place an order for Lady Shani, and I hope the Thorn Clan's nightcrawlers across the continent are powerful enough. ”

He tossed the diary back into his bag, then folded his wings and descended, finding Lady Bernice and her daughter and son-in-law resting here on the side of the road near Bafonte Canyon, as well as the "outdated" lifeweaver Villansor.

Before Murphy could speak, Villanzor rushed over.

Her black and white eyes shone with some kind of serious light, and she grabbed Murphy's wrist as she asked:

"I've heard those funny little guys talking about 'nezumi' in the orb comms, so you killed a bunch of nezumi when you went to save the Blooddread Pirates? Describe me what those guys look like!

Is it a large rat that walks upright?

Do they use an endless range of tools, and are adept at digging tunnels out of the ground to assault? ”

"Huh? Why are you so excited? ”

Murphy asked in surprise:

"Have you ever seen a nezumi before?"

"I've seen it before! It was the filthy nezumi who ruined the city of Mejeva! ”

The Weaver Girl hated her teeth and roared:

"It's the disgusting stuff that displaced me, and they took over and made my hometown the biggest and most disgusting rat nest on the continent! Tell me, Master Murphy! Where the hell did those nezumi come from? ”

(End of chapter)