Astral Tear, which is only a term that exists in the psionic realm for people in other parts of the continent, symbolizes and describes a catastrophe related to the loss of control of astral psionic energy.

But for the Translancians, astral tearing is more of a new "companion phenomenon".

The destruction of Cadman City came from the tearing apart of the Astral Plane dominated by the Light in the darkness of the Ring Tower, and the creation of the Astral Plane left in the sky by the act of destroying the will of the Translancians to resist has become a part of the lives of the Transans.

Especially the inhabitants of the Crimson Keep.

They don't even need to carry a gas lamp when they wake up to go to the toilet every night, and the purple crack in the sky can fully meet their "lighting needs".

In response to the provocation of the gnolls warlords in the Under Armour Hills, for the first time, the Transans took the initiative to harness the destructive power of the astral tear to complete a near-perfect raid.

At this point, they have completed the evil transformation from "victim" to "perpetrator".

At this point, the Astral Tearing Ritual passed the "acceptance" and became the "finale" of the Trancian arsenal.

In fact, before the start of the attack and defense battle of the Black Flame Pass, Murphy had seriously discussed with Tris and Phimes the possibility of tearing the astral plane to block the Black Plague, but because the dimensional boundary of the Dark Mountain Range was too stable, he had to give up.

It would be too difficult to open a destructive astral rift outside of Transnesia, requiring not only a huge amount of psionic energy, but also precious energy carriers and a large group of psionics who have studied the astral mapping formula.

But the invisible manipulation of fate is so bad.

After a catastrophic day, the story of the Black Flame Pass comes to an end, and Murphy decides to add another fire to the firewood that has been ignited by the Black Plague with a "super-large" astral rift.

"Buzz"

The astral guide staff is constantly vibrating, and the weapon used to connect and locate the coordinates of the astral plane is directing the force.

The three core of the enchantment stone that is completely full of spiritual energy is used as a medium, and the violent spiritual energy is continuously imported into the metal staff through the magic circle carved by the goats to bombard the boundary of the material world, and the spiritual energy of the three core crystals full of animal energy is already astronomical, but Murphy is still asking the 400 members of the Goatman Spell Troupe and all the psykers in the Fort of Courage to continue to provide energy for the ceremony.

Both the player and the NPC are required to absorb the free psionic energy in the air and infuse it into the ritual with the greatest ability at this moment.

Standing in the crowd, Che Che and Pigeon felt as if they had been asked to be part of the ceremony on the night of the decisive battle against André Hill.

The invisible psionic energy that had originally spread between heaven and earth was gathered, forming a heavy pressure on all the psionics present, and they sensed that the power was rapidly gathering on the strange staff in Lord Murphy's hand, and its power had reached the point where it could blow up the entire Fort of Courage with a trace of uncontrollable compression at its limit.

But Murphy still didn't call a halt.

The place where he was standing had been completely enveloped by an arc of berserk psionic energy, even obscuring the figure of His Excellency the Doge, and only a dazzling cloud of lightning could be seen.

But what shocked all the psionists was that under the blessing of such a huge stream of psionic energy, the unsightly metal staff did not show the slightest sign of losing control, and it seemed that receiving such a huge amount of energy at this time was as easy and pleasant as a breeze for it.

This makes one wonder about the origin of the staff.

Especially the goats, whose eyes occasionally looked at the staff in Murphy's hand had become fiery.

With such an easy manipulation of such a huge amount of energy, this is definitely a rare artifact.

Murphy ignored the different thoughts in the minds of the psionics around him, his attention was all on the Vientiane Device in his hand at this time, and through the character card, he could see that the charging progress of the Vientiane Device had reached 72% at this time, and he could now unleash this power to break through the boundaries of the material world in the locked astral position.

But he didn't.

Although he doesn't know what happens when he reaches 100% charge, considering that the nature of this counterattack has now evolved into an act of revenge at the request of the dead, Murphy doesn't mind giving Blackflame Pass an "explosive" ending, as he claims.

Just now, the goatman astrologer Pol had already made it very clear.

The only indicator directly linked to the destructive power of the Great Tear of the Astral Plane is the area where the boundaries of the material world have been torn apart.

The Black Flame Pass itself was large enough, and if Murphy wanted to include the Claw-Splitting Gnoll's base camp in the scope of this astral tear, then he would have to make sure he had enough destructive power to bombard the plane's borders.

It's like holding a bundle of bombs in your hand, and the fuse has been lit, and playing with it is a thrill.

"I mean, you're not going to make a semi-permanent 'Astral Creation' in the Dark Mountains, are you?"

Mannes the Endless's tone was a little nervous for a moment.

The Serpent of Time asked in a low voice:

"You're not going to do that, are you?"

"Oh? Can I still do that? Is there still this option? ”

Murphy's answer silenced the Infinite.

The Serpent of Time felt fucking mouthy for a moment, but it still warned:

"I can understand your feelings, Murphy, I know that part of your heart that doesn't look like a vampire has been triggered again, but please take it easy, this time you're connecting to the Astral Turbulence Zone, which is dangerous enough in itself.

If the energy continues to converge, there is even a slight possibility that you will completely destroy the plane barrier between the real world and the astral plane.

Although this is as unlikely as if you accidentally crashed into an astral shark while flying in the desert.

That's enough!

That's enough energy, let's get started! ”

"What's the hurry? I would have liked to store 100% of my energy. ”

Murphy glanced at the 78% storage of the Vientiane Device with some regret, he was ready to bombard the borders of the material world, but at the beginning of the moment, the vampire governor suddenly asked:

"I remember that when Cadman City was destroyed before, a lot of astral beings were thrown into the material world, so, Mannis, do you want to come and take a walk around the material world? You should be shaking the powerful form today, right? ”

"Hah! I knew that in order to ensure that the claw-splitting gnolls suffered greatly, it was absolutely impossible for you bad thing to greet them with just astral tears. ”

The Endless laughed and said:

"Of course I want to take this opportunity to meet my dear collaborators, otherwise what do you think I've been waiting here for? But it's a pity that I didn't shake the snake of the world or the snake of the stars today, and today is just a mediocre snake that moves mountains.

But it's enough!

Hurry up!

I'd love to try some game too.

You know, this kind of opportunity is also very rare for the Astral Demigods, and I'm happy to help my collaborators get rid of the fire, and of course, you know, that if I help you, it means that you have to make me happy too. ”

"Understood! I'll be on my agenda to explore the Land of Creation. ”

Murphy nodded, agreeing with his unusual Astral Guardian, and then pulled the Astral Guide Staff, which was entwined with fine arc energy, from the center of the ritual, and the psionic energy stored inside the thing began to go berserk the moment it left the ritual.

All the NPCs on the entire platform looked at Master Murphy in unison with the players, and then they saw the main story NPCs holding their staff high in a classic "Thunder Gong help me" gesture.

"Boom"

The blinding aura of psionic energy rushed into the sky like a heavy fist, piercing into it like a sword on the precise coordinates of the physical world and the astral mapping, and continued to expand the rift as Murphy swung his staff.

Black glassy cracks appeared strangely above the sky, even if it was dawn and night, even if there was a dark lord devouring the light, but the movement of the plane boundary when it shattered was still clearly visible in the eyes of everyone who raised their heads.

Although there was no sound, as those cobweb-like cracks continued to spread in the sky, the little players watching this scene would make up the crisp sound of the glass shattering in their minds.

This scene of astronomical wonder did not last long, almost at the moment when Murphy finished tearing the astral boundary, the ominous white light broke the crack in a shocking attitude, and then the strange scene like the Milky Way falling from the nine heavens came into view, and the very beautiful pale light poured into the material world in an upside-down posture of liquid rushing.

Truth be told, it's a lot nicer than the scene from the destruction of Cadman City.

There is even a near-eternal beauty of tranquility.

Milky white dots of light appeared above the black curtain that devoured all the light, and then countless dots of light converged like elongated streamers, leaving even residues on the retinas of each watcher.

Those points of light danced, like a river of stars and sand hanging down, like a romantic scene depicted in a fairy tale.

Beneath this beautiful exterior, however, lies a terrifying chaotic turbulence that washes over the material world, the most dangerous of the astral realms, the energy that can distort time and space and the concept of existence begins to exert its power the moment it enters the present world.

The moment they came into contact with the Black Flame Pass, they forcibly "scraped off" a layer of mountain rock.

It is not engulfing, nor is it recoiling, but the annihilation caused by the regular collision of the two planes, such as the collision of positive and antimatter that causes each other to die, and the resulting energy collision makes the already miserable Black Flame Pass silently and even more shattered.

I don't know if it's a delusion, but Murphy clearly heard a scream from the Lord of Darkness who was devouring light in the distance, and then the expanding dark power quickly retracted as if frightened.

It seems that even the evil gods of the old days are reluctant to come into contact with those dangerous pale lights.

It certainly doesn't hurt, but it definitely hurts.

But there are more and more chaotic turbulence rushing out of the cracks in the sky, and the dangerous white light traps it on the position and cannot escape, and Heather will not allow it to escape, and in the case of having taken off the helmet and broken the seal, only by taking this guy into the astral realm can he win more time for his compatriots in the material world to take precautions.

The Lord of Darkness was roaring, roaring, and if he could affect Murphy's mind, perhaps he would have spat foul language.

However, the governor of Transencia did not even bother to pay attention to him.

Murphy's attention was all on the gnoll's side at this time, and he watched with satisfaction as the "Astral Waterfall" he had attracted fell from above the nine heavens, and the smearing of the visible hand was like mercury pouring on the ground, first engulfing all the kobolds in the Black Flame Mountain Pass in a large area of black smoke woven by filthy psionic energy, and then continued to surge outward.

In just a dozen seconds, it engulfed the vanguard position of the claw-splitting gnolls.

With the help of Refnor's high-altitude vision, he clearly saw the gnolls running wildly on the wolves in terror, trying to avoid the spiritual rift that engulfed everything behind them, just as the people of Cadman City tried to escape this unwarranted disaster.

They howled wildly, like the beasts that had fled before a sandstorm, but they were inevitably devoured one by one in a strange roar.

But that's just the beginning!

Murphy knew that the astral rift he had opened today was big enough to fill in the claw-splitting gnolls who thought he had won, along with their doglegs.

In the twenty-seventh second of the Great Tear of the Astral Boundary, the surface buildings of the Black Flame Pass completely disappeared.

In the sixty-first second of the astral tear, tens of thousands of forwards of the Splitting Claw Clan were completely wiped out under the wash of the disorderly turbulence.

In the third minute and seventeen seconds of the Great Astral Rift, the Lord of Darkness shattered with the underground rock layers of the entire Eighth Position, and the energy that disappeared into the Astral Rift reversed.

At the fifth minute and thirty-fifth of the Great Tear of the Astral Boundary, the undead warriors carefully prepared at dusk rushed out of the surface and disappeared into the material world.

At the seventh minute and twenty seconds of the Great Astral Tear, the astral disorder turbulence was washed away, and in its place, a huge amount of filthy psionic energy formed a filthy storm that covered the entire Black Flame Pass.

At the thirteenth minute of the Great Tear of the Astral Boundary, the base camp of the Splitting Claw Clan was completely engulfed by the storm of filthy psionic energy.

And that's just the beginning!

In Cadman's experience, it would take at least seven to fifteen days for the storm of filth to wipe out the minds of all things to dissipate, and the rift in the plane that Murphy had torn apart in the air was twice as large as the Astral Creation of Transencia would take at least a few months to heal.

During these months, the entire Dark Mountains will enter the astral psionic active period due to the shattering of the boundaries of the material world.

This means that players and NPC Psionics can unleash small-scale astral tears whenever they are prepared in a large area of the Dark Mountains that are biased towards Translasia.

yes

Murphy's counterattack was never the only one!

If the Transans had opened the deadliest weapon in their arsenal, the barbarians would not have been able to put it back until it had drunk its blood.

It is to be expected that the gnolls will gradually adapt to the sudden start of the war from today onwards, but no one will feel sad for them.

This is what they "win" for themselves with their strength.

"The Gnolls have been trying to frighten us with their brutality since the beginning of the Black Plague, but if they knew what had befallen the Transans in the last six months, they should have known that their brutality and power would only seem ignorant and ridiculous to us.

They really thought that using the plague weapon would be the battle

What a lovely idea. ”

Murphy's deep voice echoed across the dead silence of the platform, and he whispered:

"They've us off. If they really want to be tougher than anyone else, I don't think the Trancia will probably lose to the Gnolls in this regard. ”

The Governor shook his hand and withdrew the astral guide staff, and he looked back at the goat-man astrologer Pol behind him, and said:

"I don't know what you want from me, but I'll give you a promise, 10 times! Over the next half month, you will command your psionics to unleash at least 10 astral tears in the territory of the Cleaveclaw Clan.

If you can do it, whatever you want can be negotiated. ”

"I just want to save our God."

The goat-man sorcerer leaned humbly, and the old Finley and the female goatman sorcerer beside him also leaned down, and said:

"We will complete 15 astral tears in your name, and we only ask you to help our god, Widia, the King of Curses! His divine power has been reactivated, leaving traces in the Crimson Keep, and you can help our gods.

We have confirmed this. ”

"Then go for it, I already know a lot of gods, and if there is one more friendship, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Murphy waved his hand.

He shifted his perspective to the Vulture Revno, and as the Blood-Eating Vulture flew across the dark land, Murphy quickly caught a lavish Gnoll War Chariot retreating frantically toward safety in a shrimp trap stance, with the elite cavalry of the Splitclaw Clan guarding the car.

That's the Splitter's mother's car.

As Revnor gazed at the car, the already distraught Mistress Portana noticed the sight, and she rushed to the window and looked up, her cloudy gaze meeting Murphy's vulture.

Through the eyes of the vulture, Portana seemed to see Murphy's eyes.

She gritted her teeth and cursed the damned vampire lord, what a mad madman would risk the borders of the material world being shattered to launch such a horrific suicide attack?

Have we gnolls eaten the rice of your Transansians?

Can you be so crazy?

Murphy also noticed the insults of the Mistress Portana, and he whispered:

"Is that what you kissed your mother with this foul mouth? What a barbarian who owes a beating. ”

"Mannis, do it!"

(End of chapter)