Murphy didn't know how many times he swung the knife, and at first he would keep his mind awake under the impact of blood thirst, and he would deliberately record this number, just like counting Triss when he couldn't sleep.

But after the record broke 10,000 times, Murphy didn't bother to remember.

Especially when the battle in the lord's position advanced to the morning of the third day, Murphy didn't even care about the intensity of keeping track of his kills, which was the party's favorite thing to do.

There are too many gnolls in front of you!

Especially on the frontal battlefield where the Black Plague army hit the nail two days ago, there was no longer a weak kobold infested, probably because the opposing Grand Overseer had also realized that it was impossible for the lord's position to be taken before killing Murphy, so while attacking the flank of the position with all their might, the Gnoll side was constantly trying to capture the flag.

In order to take out Murphy, all the hunting voters around the central west of the entire Maginot Line have been pooled and used.

They commanded Whugson's guards in a posture of no casualties, and launched wave after wave of slashing charges in front of Murphy's position, with such a ferocity that even Trace, who was guarding Murphy, was a little overwhelmed.

The main thing is that the meteorites in the sky are constantly falling, and it is enough to consume the energy of the golden ones by letting Tracy use the superior psionic energy to solve these troubles in the sky, and the earth priests can also do this work, but the problem is that the underground kobold assault must also be stopped, otherwise it will be enough to cause big trouble by the continuous crazy kobold artificial soldiers who are constantly going crazy and kill into the position.

But Kudell has also made targeted deployments for this.

Fifteen prototype dragoons were deployed around Murphy, forming a steel defense line that could move, counterattack, open the gnoll's skull with a steel scythe, and shoot an iron fist missile.

But it's necessary!

Kudell didn't expect Murphy to start the Silver Trial here, and he didn't expect Murphy to continue to draw a knife and slash people after three days of high-intensity combat with his black iron body, and His Excellency the Governor's super endurance became a "surprise" for the commander at this moment.

At this stage of the bitter battle, Murphy, who had not left the frontal position for three days, had become a living undefeated banner on this position, and protecting the lord and letting him continue to fight would bring enough morale boost to every soldier who could see him, so that the soldiers gritted their teeth under the pressure and struggled to the next round of defense.

The reason is always very simple, if even the Governor has not given up, then what reason do we, as pawns, have to mess up at this critical moment?

This morale boost is even better for Flanders' fierce local militia, who have their homeland behind them, and who are willing to fight here with their lords to the fullest.

This incredible atmosphere of battle also affected the supporters on the position, such as the fact that even though most of the roaring artillery positions had been destroyed by meteorites, the remaining artillery was still firing under the command of Colonel Fraser.

The next head of the Capetian family has excellent vision and judgment.

He knew very well that in the current situation that had become intractable, it was a question whether the commander's orders could be passed on, and for the soldiers on the position, as long as the heavy artillery behind them was still roaring, it meant that they could still hold on.

His fierce battle here also represents the Plantagenets' contribution in this war, and he has borne so much that Colonel Fraser has refused his guard's request to withdraw from the battlefield for the seventh time in a row.

He can't retreat!

Whether it was a soldier, a commander, a loyal servant of the king, or even the head of the Capetian family, he could not leave this place at this time and turn away, and the colonel had a hunch that this battle would be the most glorious proof of his military career, and that it would most likely be the last battle of his military career.

If his old father knew about his current behavior of stepping into hell with half a foot, he would definitely immediately send his old gold-level butler to take him back and lock him up in chains.

"Get them out! Hold on until the next wave of undead resurrections! Resist! Don't back down! ”

On the flank, near the central position, Brigadier Flanders the "Vulture Claw" was driving the gnolls out of his trenches with his fierce militiamen.

His militia had entered the position early this morning, and had lost more than 30% of the battle in only six hours now, and the bloodiness of this positional battle had made the former Bloody Servant Commander cry outrageously, his voice was hoarse, and the bandages wrapped around his arms were red with blood again, but Flanders would have no time to feel the pain.

All he wanted now was to hack to death any gnolls who dared to rush over, and then find a random place to rest.

Alas, I knew that the People's Army was looking for me to come over to this level, and I should really think about it before I went out, but now that I have come, it will be impossible to let him retreat in a gloomy manner.

The soldiers of the previous era always had old-school concepts, and they always thought a lot before going to war, but once they were on the battlefield, all they pursued was the same.

Victory!

"It's time, front row back!"

Flanders was clutching the gnoll with his pocket watch in his other hand, and his hoarse roar caused the militia shieldmen in the front row to retreat in unison, while the musketeers in the back increased their fire to suppress the enemy on the opposite side.

They all know what's going to happen next.

The cold wind soon blew up, and the corpses of various dead bodies at the feet of each militiaman shook and "came to life" again in a terrifying posture, they did not make a sound, and the moment they got up, they dragged their stiff bodies forward and pounced, forming a wall of corpses in this posture.

It was the ritual of the invocation in the field, and those fallen corpses would be evoked every ten minutes in a wave, and then they would be cut down a second time by the mad gnolls.

But these corpses could buy the militiamen time to change their guards, and the adjutants, who had already been prepared in the rear, sloppily led a new group of fighters into the "clean" positions where there was only blood and no corpses, while the tired soldiers withdrew by another way.

The process is very silky, proving that this is not the first time such a move has happened.

However, Brigadier Flanders, who was also tired, did not retreat, he just took the time to grab the meat bun handed by his guard, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed a few bites, sat on the blood-stained stone and drank the strange-tasting alchemy energy potion, and then cursed the taste of "Lao Tzu's burps are all alchemy potions now".

His eyes were bloodshot, but it wasn't time for him to go down and rest.

Looking back, the lord and the noble vulture Grand Duke who had chosen to be loyal were all fighting on the battlefield, and he was going to be poked in the back when he retreated home.

What's more, he was born as a blood servant!

How can a blood servant watch his master fight and hide himself in peace?

Both the defensive and offensive sides have already turned red-eyed, and with the push of reasons why they can't retreat, even if they are as calm as Kudel, they can only keep adding weight to this position that has become the center of the storm.

The warriors on both sides are like two-colored pieces of meat that are constantly fed into a meat grinder, churned into strangely colored blood food under the whirling blades, and then given to the greedy eaters known as the "Lord of the Hunt".

But if you really want to calculate, the Translancian side can still rely on the vampires' initial embrace and blood pact to recover a little blood, and the gnoll's side is a pure war of attrition.

This also makes for a rather darkly humorous result.

The KPA wings deployed on the lord's positions had been almost completely wiped out by the time of the change of guard counts this morning, but in their place, the members of the Blood Vulture Clan had swelled from more than 4,000 to more than 20,000 to nearly 30,000 in three days.

Not only were the humans who died in battle pulled up to become vampires, but even the elves and dwarves who died in battle were not "wasted".

This kind of vampire's "traditional art" was naturally protested by the elf ranger captain Dames, but at the moment, the matter is urgent, you see that people Kuder has not "seen the scene", so the elves should not be hypocritical.

What's more, Lord Murphy didn't swear that as long as he got a new source blood pool, he would definitely give these unlucky people freedom, so the elves could only pinch their noses and admit it.

On average, this means that every vampire has about five more children, and even Kudell has the blood of Lieutenant Mia.

Thinking about it from the point of view of evil, maybe this is what the higher-ups of the Blood Vulture Clan want to see, but Tracy can swear in the name of little Murphy that she has absolutely no such intentions, as for Murphy

The fact that this guy can do a little bit of logic-based thinking now is already a big win.

Murphy's eyes were red.

Even in the daylight, he could see the two seeping red points from the shadow cloak that covered his whole body, and even if he didn't use the Crimson Secret Energy, he was already covered in a thick blood aura, which was the "Crimson Fury" state that would only appear after the blood thirst state was pushed to the extreme.

In the past, Murphy had always restrained his desire to eat blood, but at this time he chose to completely loosen the shackles.

Let the vampire's life perception replace their eyes and senses to choose the easiest enemies to penetrate, and every movement of their body will follow this instinct to carry out efficient and terrifying defeats.

"Murphy! Sober up! ”

Hanging in mid-air, she swung a dazzling lightning spear and smashed the meteorite in the air, and Tracy took the time to look down, and after seeing Murphy's current situation, the Scarlet Witch's heart was full of worry.

Murphy's Silver Trial has reached its third day, and his potential burning has reached its peak, if he can't complete the fusion breakthrough of the vast ancestral power in the next few hours, then the energy that Murphy can use will quickly slip until he gets the end of failing to be promoted.

That's definitely not what Murphy wants to see.

But the problem is that the handsome vampire is in this state at this time, and it is difficult for Trays to use the psychic perception of desire to have a dialogue with him, and a little bit of force when using the flow of the mind to perceive Murphy's spirit will even attract the other party's counterattack.

Although he was quickly suppressed by Murphy who had regained his soul for a moment when the Sun Knife slashed at Trith's starting hand with a bloody shadow, it also meant that his desire to attack was expanding uncontrollably.

It's dangerous.

While one of the main thrusts of the Silver Trial is to tap into the most powerful bloodline origins, to be honest, it's not a good thing to be too atavistic.

However, Murphy's ability to push the blood thirst to the point where it is now profound proves that he still chooses to use the vampire's innate power as the core when his power is fused.

This made Triss somewhat relieved, and the way she fought with vampires devouring her life to replenish herself, coupled with the Eternals trait she shared with Murphy, even in the current situation of being under siege for a long time, as long as she was not killed by a single blow, Murphy was able to "breathe back to blood" for longer.

Tracey looked at the sky.

It was noon, but it was dark and there was no sunlight shining on it, as if it was covered with a very uncomfortable layer of blood.

It was a vision caused by the Lord of the Hunter devouring the "nutrients" in the material world too quickly, and it was able to inflate and materialize the invisible divine power field to such an extent that it proved that this was becoming a place where the Lord of the Hunt was closely connected with the material world.

Based on the Scarlet Witch's research on the mysteries of the gods, she could accurately judge that it was becoming more and more difficult to purify this layer of divine power field.

Of course, it wasn't just Tracey who found out.

"Boom"

The sound of explosions from the position below meant that the kobolds had once again dug through the ground.

The frenzied sappers didn't even have time to deliver the explosives to the surface, and chose to detonate them the moment the tunnel was dug through, and the kinetic energy penetrating from the ground collapsed a large circle of trenches, pulling a dragoon walking on it into the ground.

Murphy's area was also shattered, sending him tumbling to the ground.

However, in the next second, the blood wings that had swelled more than three times expanded, allowing Murphy to step on the shell of the fallen dragoon in the fall and flicker into the air, and then like two huge red wings staggered, using the wings as knives to kill and chop up the jackals who rushed up around him and wanted to take the opportunity to cut off his head in a high-speed rotation of cutting.

He mobilized the scarlet secret energy to turn all the choking blood aura into flying spears, just like the classic action of "Piercing Gong", and in the next moment, blood spears pierced out from the ground, hanging all the lives within fifty meters of the handsome vampire on the "scarlet street lamp".

If Murphy's sense of humor were still there, he would probably call the blow a "capitalist disaster."

This blow emptied the accumulated blood aura and made Murphy temporarily sober up for a moment, and with a wave of his hand, he invoked the talent of the tomb sword guard, summoned a huge number of wraiths from the corpses scattered all over the ground and howled to rush around to help him stop the enemy, and then summoned back George, who had turned into a "blood wolf", and Refno, who had dug out at least a few hundred pairs of eyeballs, to let them protect themselves and let themselves breathe.

In this precious truce, Murphy raised his head, his eyes still red but sane returned, and Tracy immediately came to the ground with a flicker, and she watched as Murphy was about to speak, but Murphy reached out to stop her.

"You don't want to be here, come over for Kuder, his melee style is a better match with me to hold the front, our tribune is also in the midst of his own golden trial, although I don't know which advanced route he took, but I think the fight here will definitely help him in the future."

Murphy whispered.

The voice was very cold and emotionless, which is a common disease in the state of blood thirst, and when entering the blood hunger, it will suppress the vampire's mood swings to a minimum for better prey.

"You're telling me to leave at this time?"

Tracey shook her head and said:

"I must also use psionic energy to counter the other party's priests to cast spells here, otherwise this position would have been flattened by meteorites a long time ago, and they ran out of explosives and used back to the old method, but this old method is also very deadly."

"No, you have to go to the rear."

Murphy threw out the necessary evil, let the magic blade kill the enemy on its own, and turned the Vientiane device into the state of the guard floating cannon and continued to fire, he took advantage of this gap to say to Tracey:

"Lao Qin invited Knight Liwen to perform the divine purification of the Eastern Holy Spirit here through the cement channel, she has been preparing in the rear for several hours, but Ao's purification power has not yet arrived.

The Lord of the Hunt's divine power field here can't be thicker any longer, after all, this place is too far away from the ancient kingdom of Callum, and Liwen is not really the chosen one, and Ao's power may only have one chance to be released through her hands.

I have to make sure that this power is used at the most critical moment, and breaking through the divine power field here is now the most important task, and if the Lord of the Hunt does not stop absorbing nutrients, these gnolls will continue to go crazy.

You are the person I trust the most!

I'll only leave this task to you, Trace. ”

He reached out and touched Tracey's long hair with the cold, blood-colored armor, and he whispered:

"Go ahead and take on your responsibilities as the second dog planner in the development team"

"Well, you can still make such a vicious joke on the development team, it seems that you are still far from going crazy."

Tracey snorted, and she said:

"How's the progress of the power fusion? How long will it take? I've never seen a silver trial as long as yours in the phase of power fusion. ”

"Almost, I've stripped out some of the less perfect interpretations, but I've kept the original idea."

Murphy's left hand was held with five fingers, and a slender psionic crossblade war knife was gathered through the blood aura, and his figure flashed forward, like a phantom assault more than ten meters away, killing a jackal who was pierced by the necessary evil, and flashed back in the next moment, scattered the war knife in his hand, and said:

"Now that the concept structure has been sorted out, the next thing is to pile up boring entries, give me some more time, my warriors still have six hours to return to Transnesia, and I will try to complete the power increase of the main NPC before they return."

"Okay, then be careful yourself."

Tracy left a kiss on Murphy's forehead and turned to use a teleportation spell to send herself directly to the rear of the position.

The details of the sword technique that Murphy showed just now were terrifying, and she could distinguish the Shadow Walker of the Thorn Clan and the Blood Hunt tactics of the Blooddread Clan, and probably mixed with the jumble of techniques provided to Murphy by some players, supplemented by the piercing of the Blood Vulture Sword Technique and the flickering assault of the Shadow Elves' dark steps.

What a hodgepodge!

Well, in Murphy's own words, this situation should probably be called a stitching monster.

Sew!

You can sew it!

As Tracy walked swiftly towards the ritual at the back of the camp to communicate with the Eastern Spirit, she thought to herself that if she could sew enough to allow Murphy to gain the power to lead Translancia to fight through thorns, then her cutie would probably sew all the power she saw into her hands without hesitation.

After all, being the perfect stitch monster is an amazing talent in itself.

"When will the power of the Holy Spirit come?"

Tres stepped forward, standing in front of the shimmering cyan cloud of water in front of the ceremony, and greeted the half-kneeling knight Liwen, who opened one eye, revealing the jasper-like snake eyes.

She.

No, He said,

"I have come here, just waiting for Valhalla to open, and my own fire of the pure world will cleanse the filth."

Tracey was stunned for a moment, then immediately bent over and responded in a respectful tone:

"Congratulations on your arrival, Holy Spirit Venerable, your presence has made this place flourish."

Triss was crazy at this moment and complained in her heart that her little Murphy's face was really big, she thought that this time she would ask the Holy Spirit of the East to give her divine power at most, but she didn't expect that as soon as Murphy shouted, the Holy Spirit actually took the initiative to "descend from God".

It is definitely impossible for Knight Liwen, the "half-dragon girl", to perfectly connect with the will of the Holy Spirit, in other words, Ao is bringing his own dry food to help his little Murphy.

Wow, worthy of the administrator, this treatment. Absolutely!

(End of chapter)