Chapter 1037: If You Don't Speak, I'm going to Laugh at You Fiercely

It turns out that Dusk is worthy of being a professional villain, and their professionalism is quite online, saying that they gave Gelman Biting Bone a jar of immortal medicine, but it turned out that thing really had some kind of weird "immortality".

After being hit head-on by a supernova burning blow from the Creator's Guardian prototype, and being hit by a warhammer wrapped in the Omega program, the Biting King, who had entered the "second stage", tilted his neck folded into a 90° in an "unscathed" strong posture, staring at Murphy with his eyes that were lined up and down.

There was a strange and familiar glow in the black pupils.

Through that black glimmer, Murphy seemed to return to the first glimpse of the shadows of a subspace in the scattered illusions when he first entered the swamp exclusion zone to authenticate.

"It turns out that you are the one who has been on the number yourself."

Murphy whispered:

"Your Excellency Original Sin, how is the battle situation in the subspace battlefield today?"

"The Creator's Dog!"

In the face of the polite "hello next door", the subspace shadow, who has no style and quality, chooses to respond with subspace local swear words, and does not open his mouth, but reflects his meaning in Murphy's heart in the way of spiritual projection.

The moment the big guy "spoke", in addition to Murphy, who was protected by the Omega program, and Penny, who had become a mechanical mind, in the center of the battlefield, the San value of the remaining players around him instantly bottomed out, and at the same time as the line was broken on the spot, the spiritual energy that made up his body was also torn apart and reorganized in a rough and simple way, turning into a strange twisted monster and screaming and pounced on the players who were still confused.

"The second stage turned out to be like this! The main line NPC resists the big monster, let's just fight the small monster, on! The real PVP begins! ”

The crowd resounded with the happy shouts of the chariots, and with the starting shot of the Midnight faction's iconic "Blood Psionic Spiral Pill" hitting the screaming Chaos Giant Shark in the face, this blow caused the battle to resume again.

But the confusion of the players did not disturb the seemingly short, but actually long, communication between Lord Sinister and the "Creator's Dog", that is, Master Murphy.

"For the sake of our previous dealings, I won't care about your foul language."

Murphy retracted the hammer and pushed the Omega program into the aura in an inspiring gesture, allowing the whole person to face the subspace filth in front of him to form a posture of wearing a crown of light, and the flying ash formed by the contact between the purification energy and the body surrounded the crown of light, like a dusty light composed of fine light feathers.

He stood between the shadow of original sin and the little player and even the whole world, and at the moment when his wings spread, he said in a stern tone:

"Go back! Go back to the gutter where you belong! This world under the care of the Creator is not a place for you to go wild. ”

"This is my world!! He is the intruder! ”

The dark roar of the mental battlefield was like a gust of wind, causing Murphy's long hair to fly, and with the roar of original sin, a series of rapidly cut images flashed before Murphy's eyes.

He saw a mass extinction sweeping across the universe in which a group of people guided the revolt of the living.

He saw desperate protesters prepare for the worst after repeated defeats.

He watched as the rebels "sheared" the essence from the dead wreckage of the world and brought them back into the empty stars.

He saw them struggle to piece together the pieces that represented death and defeat into an ugly stitching monster.

With the ruins as the body and the time as the line, the struggle is turned into glue, leaving hope for the future.

However, they brought back not only samples of the worlds that died in the "mass extinction", but also projections of the despair and pain of those worlds at the time of their demise.

In the process of weaving the world, these dark things were also fused, and finally at the moment when this "shelter" was built, a huge spirit representing loss and despair also quietly appeared.

It is the mark of the past of the world, it is the indifferent reflection of the future.

It is "original sin."

The sin of failure, the sin of brokenness, and the sin of forgetting.

It was born and grew with this world, and staggered forward with the regrets of the old world to care for the new world, until the day when the land was strong enough to walk alone, and all the regrets and pains about the past would be healed and dissipated.

This was part of the plan.

However, one day a visitor from outside the sky interrupted all this, and Murphy saw the figure in the light stepping here, although he could not see the face or the body, only the light, but he knew that it was the Creator.

The guy who calls himself [DATA EXPUNGED].

He has a plan for the world

The Eden District, the returnees and the great recovery, the promotion and implementation of all seemingly good things are based on a departure from the past.

"He took my world! He erased my existence! He denied my meaning and all that He brought was beautiful, but that was not what the world needed! He is an intruder! And you're an abusive lackey with the intruders!! ”

The roar of original sin, full of contempt and anger, reverberated in Murphy's heart, and also made Murphy understand the origin of the unique subspace shadow of "original sin" and the long-lasting grudge of the creator from the source.

This guy doesn't mean to ruin the world.

What it wants to destroy is what the Creator left here, to return it to its original state, and then to revisit it according to the original plan of recovery.

Of course, all the civilizations on the continent at present, except for the Songhai people, are basically the "traces" left by the creator, in other words, the operation of original sin is not much different from the real destruction of the world, and Murphy doesn't believe that this guy will be open to natives like the Songhai people.

After all, the people of Songhai have openly worshiped the Creator for more than a thousand years, isn't there a good saying?

The two devils are always more hateful than the real devils, well, although it sounds weird, but from the perspective of original sin, this metaphor is not problematic at all.

The real problem, however, is that Murphy himself belongs to the category of "traces of the Creator", so why should he look at the problem from the perspective of original sin!

"I guess you want to persuade me to 'abandon the darkness and turn to the light'? But alas, seeing all of this with my own eyes only made me more convinced that you are a lunatic who must be disposed of. ”

Murphy whispered:

"Just to compete for the so-called 'orthodoxy', you ruthlessly destroyed the golden age that was about to go to prosperity, completely destroyed the world environment that was close to the completion of the transformation, and made the inheritance of civilization chaotic for thousands of years, and countless people died because of it

The Creator did something wrong!

He didn't deal with you in the first place, and that bastard did the wrong thing!

Dog stuff!

Death! ”

"Boom"

The Clawsplitter's warhammer, wrapped in the power of Omega, stepped forward and struck, destroying and crushing the body of Gelman, the "One-Time Chosen of Chaos" as the carrier of original sin, like a sandcastle in the collision of white and black, and the aura in its body that originated from subspace exploded in an attempt to engulf everything around it into chaos, but was crushed in place by the re-eruption of Omega programs.

It wasn't really necessary for Murphy to make the decisive shot.

Gelman's life form was completely inadequate to withstand the ravages of the power of original sin, and it was like a flame that had been ignited to the end, and when it was extinguished, it would also be burned as ashes as firewood.

Murphy guessed it was supposed to be a trap.

If Murphy hadn't formatted the legacy left by the creator and made Twilight scramble, then it would definitely not be just Gelman a Chaos Vanguard who appeared here at this time, but there must have been all the villains of the Dusk organization.

At that time, the army of civilization who came to rescue the Plantagenet people will be ruthlessly crushed and sunk here.

As for who this trap is aimed at

Needless to say?

Of course, it's the invincible Lord Pa Ying, can it still be Murphy?

When the slave owner handed over the elixir of immortality to Gelman, he did not expect Murphy to settle the matter of Port Chardo so quickly.

A failed ambush, a discarded trap, but by mistake played an unexpected effect on Murphy.

"I never tried to persuade you, Murphy, the Hand of the Creator, a member of the invaders."

In Gelman's crumbling flesh, the chasm of chaos that had opened within him crept shut, and the whispers of original sin echoed in Murphy's heart like a farewell.

It says:

"The hour of twilight will come when all things will be burned, and all things will sleep in the quiet night of death, and when they wake up, the balance between the future and the past will be reversed, and you and the 'pollution' you have brought with you will not be among them!"

"Bang"

The world before Murphy's eyes returns to reality in this moment.

The chaotic foreign objects behind him also collapsed like black quicksand, blown up by a gust of wind in the sun, and there was no trace, as if everything that happened just now was just a dream, but the bones of his whole body lying in front of him were shattered, and the life was like a candle in the wind, but Gelman Biting Bone meant that everything just now was real.

Through this trap, which has been abandoned by the twilight, Original Sin appears and has a conversation with him.

Well, it might be more appropriate to say harsh words on the side, but it did solve some of the doubts in Murphy's heart and made him more determined.

"Goo kill me beg you"

Like a mess of rotten meat, Gelman prayed with difficulty.

Just now, it has undergone an execution that is more terrible than death, even if it is just a "trumpet" of the big guy, it has already reached a desperate situation of mental and physical collapse.

However, the presence of original sin, even the projection of consciousness, was enough to bring many subtle changes to Gelman, such as the fact that his current race had changed from a gnolls to "chaos creatures", and the immortality of the strange elixir was also preserved.

In other words, twilight didn't fool it.

Drinking this thing is indeed immortal.

But it is estimated that this is not the kind of "immortality" that Gelman wants.

If Murphy or anyone else hadn't helped it, it would have had to maintain the crumbling state of the rotten flesh and the shattered consciousness until the day the world was destroyed, but sadly, original sin didn't transform it further.

This shows that even the chaotic shadow who is not taboo in meat and vegetables looks down on a guy like Gelman Biting Bone.

Alas, the guy who doesn't even have the value of use is so sad.

"Seriously, man, I've never heard such a strange request in my life, but no thanks!"

"Bang"

In Murphy's mute complaints, the Clawsplitter's hammer, entangled in Omega power and purple lightning, slammed down.

The power of purification collided with the chaotic aura of rotten flesh, causing Gelman to let out a wail of relief in the agony of burning like fire, and also allowed the second Bone Bite to end his miserable life of fighting horses without accomplishing anything.

To be honest, if its position is reversed from that of Xu Gesen, I am afraid that by now Xu Gesen has taken the Biting Bone Clan into the fog capital, hanged King Louis, and captured the queen alive.

Alas, shame on you.

"Who was that?"

Penny, a robot who is obviously too strong, will whisper in a calm voice that can hear the feeling of "cowardice":

"My message perception module has just been overloaded, and I can feel you communicating with a surreal being"

"Well, you might be more likely to describe it as 'business exchanges between your current and former bosses'."

Murphy glanced at her, picked up the Clawsplitter's hammer, turned back and waved at the cheering players, then spread his wings and burst into the sky, leaving only a teasing word:

"Asking everything will only hurt you, wanting to know everything will only lead you astray, ignorance is a blessing, child. Also, remember what I just said, the only way to salvation is action. ”

——

"Thank you for your support, Lord Pa Ying, and my warriors and I extend our sincerest thanks and greetings to you."

On the battlefield full of corpses and flames in the muddy heights, Marshal Loren, whose armor was covered with scars, held his deflated battle helmet and handed the marshal battle axe with the blade in his hand to his guards.

The Millennium Venerable Lord, who had slaughtered through the Chaos Evil Beast Position all the way with the Holy Spear and killed at least a thousand Chaos Monsters with his own hands, nodded coldly, he glanced at the exhausted soldiers behind the marshal, and asked:

"How many of you are left?"

"Less than expected, but more than the total annihilation."

Marshal Loren showed a complicated smile and said tiredly:

"Eighty thousand people will return to sixty thousand alive, but at least five thousand will retire and return home after this battle, and without you, we will lose even more, and among the trophies of the gnolls may be the head of a defeated dwarf, which will be used as a urinal by some gnoll cub.

But thanks to you, they will never have this opportunity. ”

"I'm sorry for your casualties, but marshal, now is not the time to rest."

Lord Pa Ying pointed to the north and said succinctly:

"According to reliable information from our merman friends, the Fishmen of the Dagon Esoteric Cult have infiltrated the waters of Lake Sorpers and the Cadman River, and the Dorrod Fortress in the rear is also facing a series of risks.

The rate at which the Great Gon Fishmen reproduce is astonishing, and with the help of that lake and the surrounding water sources, they will likely be able to spread to every part of the Old World in a short period of time.

Whether or not they can be stopped will be directly related to the long-term peace and stability of the Plantagenet Kingdom, so you will be busy next.

The Wolf Venom Clan will help, but they also need to rest, and for today's battle, you have to thank everyone else in addition to me.

Especially Murphy"

Seeing the dwarven marshal in front of him after hearing this name, a trace of awkwardness appeared on his face, and he shook his head and said:

"I won't intervene or judge the feud between the Pioneer Legion and Transasia, but I know that the dwarves have always been a race of grace, so before you leave Genoa, you should meet the best young talents among our vampires.

As you know, ownership of the ruins of a brass fortress is a rather sensitive issue.

As one of the most vocal among the dwarves in the human camp, you can't escape this problem, and Murphy has a complete solution that works and works to discuss with you, and that's all I can say.

There's also chaos gnolls on the run, and I need to make sure they don't cause more trouble, so I don't waste your time.

Farewell, Your Excellency, Marshal. ”

The Lord ended with his trademark polite and distancing farewell, and left the muddy heights under the escort of the Knight of Paliano and the Astringent Chieftain Lord Yvette, the former lamenting the beauty of courage in this battle to the death, while the latter moved her waist uncomfortably, having just given her underwear to a handsome human major and asked the latter to have an "exchange about life" tonight.

Marshal Loren sighed, sat on the corpse of a Chaos Gnoll and felt his dwarven pipe, and after a few puffs, he decided to face the meeting that he would be absolutely embarrassed.

The Millennium Venerable Lord is right, the dwarves have always been grateful for their kindness, which is the main reason why they can thrive in human society.

Who doesn't love an interracial friend who knows how to be grateful?

Oh, except for the Indians who have a cool scalp.

"Soros! Come here, you come with me to meet that vampire lady ahem, I mean Governor Murphy, dress decently, they're our benefactors. ”

Marshal Loren shouted in a dwarven voice, stood up with a pipe in his mouth, and in the next second, pulled out the dwarven handcuff from his waist, aimed at the filthy tentacles that crept out of the corpse behind him, and pulled the trigger.

With a loud bang, the flesh tentacles were burned into powder by the burning golden fire.

"Sample, who is in ambush? I thought I wouldn't find out! ”

The angry dwarf marshal scolded fiercely, and reloaded his handcuff and inserted it back into the holster, originally thinking that he would probably not need this thing to give it to the guards when he went to meet Murphy, but then he thought about it, it was better to bring it.

Well, just in case.

(End of chapter)