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Chapter 1132 1130. Finally, God threw the dice - Monthly ticket plus update [715]

"Fortunately, the pharaohs of the underworld of the Songhai Empire were still rational and did not make any trouble with the "double decision-makers" at the last moment."

In the bridge of the Millennium Quicksand, Murphy, sitting in the captain's chair, used the psychic projection of the afterlife orb.

With the help of the adventure assistant on Afeng, he watched the death ceremony of Thutmose II and the "king selection" ceremony of the Songhai Empire in a "live broadcast" way.

The distance between the maintenance area of ​​the Origin Pioneer where he was and the Holy City of the Moon was already far beyond the maximum distance that the orb could connect, but with the technical support of Ms. Rose, the "strongest network administrator in the other world", Murphy also experienced the powerful function of the "World Network WIFI" in advance.

The picture quality.

Tsk, it's like being there, even the strawberry mark on Tris's neck that has not yet disappeared can be seen clearly.

At the last moment of the king selection ceremony, after Tris took out the artificial godhead and handed it over to the will of the underworld as a sign of sincerity and promised to fulfill the past agreement in exchange for the ancient kings' recognition of Fulier as the heir to the throne, when Mamluk, the hidden bastard, finally jumped out, Murphy knew that his plan with Bayek had finally reached the last step.

The brainless bastard King of Wraith was tricked by Bayek during the Battle of Black Flame Pass, and was recaptured and thrown into the seal of the Wraith Abyss again. That guy had not experienced the fall of the Lord of Hunting, so naturally he didn't know that Murphy still had the outrageous thing called the Scepter of God in his hand.

But the other people in the Twilight Organization just released him, but didn't seem to tell him about the destructive power of that thing. Obviously, the King of Wraiths, Mamluk, who had failed once, was treated as a "discarded pawn" for testing.

Tsk, such a decisive betrayal of allies, this is really the cold-blooded tradition of Twilight.

After that guy swaggered into the Death Hall and declared that he was the source of the dangerous belief of "Original Sin Lord" in the Songhai Empire, and had won over one-third of the pharaohs of the underworld as his followers, Murphy finally knew where his next God's Scepter would be shot.

God's Scepter is like a nuclear weapon.

It is powerful, but it cannot be used easily.

In order to ensure the deterrent and oppressive power of this thing, Murphy decided not to use this "ultimate weapon" unless necessary when he got it.

Now is the "necessary moment". Dropping one at the Mamluk's lair can bring the Songhai Empire's deteriorating situation back to normal. As for those bastards who want to create a natural disaster of undead under Murphy's nose and sweep across the Songhai Empire to make the people miserable, those rats who want to use this method to prevent Murphy from obtaining the resources and manpower of the Songhai Empire.

Oh, they are dreaming!

"This country is indeed well protected by old guys like Bayek. I don't know if Maxim, Adele or Femis can become a similar role of Dinghaishenzhen in a few hundred years?"

Murphy stood up with emotion and walked towards the location of the God's Scepter launch pad placed in the hull of the Millennium Quicksand.

As he walked forward, he took out the "Book of Ten Thousand Curses" that he always carried with him from his psychic bag. Murphy turned a page without looking at the psychic knowledge that always made him drowsy.

He asked:

"I am going to use the God's Scepter, like a gambler throwing a winning dice when he is almost certain to win. Sir Vidia, will you stop me this time?"

No words flashed on the old and worn book, which meant that Vidia seemed to be thinking about the answer, and Murphy continued to maintain his pace. In the quiet cabin corridor, he said:

"I can tell you clearly, sir.

My next goal is the Holy Land of Origin. Once I enter there and gain control of the Creation Engine, I can completely remove the restrictions imposed on the God's Scepter module by the Eden District Management Committee. At that time, your precious voting rights will lose their meaning.

So if you plan to negotiate with me, this is your last chance.

Tell me, what do you want?"

"Freedom from the Cage"

The King of Ten Thousand Curses, Vidia, who was trapped in the cage of the gods, did not use the previous way of beating the symbols, but made a sound with difficulty. Through the transmission of the "Book of Ten Thousand Curses", In Murphy's ear, He said tremblingly:

"Besides this, I have no other request. It is too painful to be sealed for a thousand years. Charlemagne knows how painful it is. He did it on purpose. I. I made a mistake and paid the price. Please, release me. I will not foolishly challenge the majesty of the Creator again. I swear!

Swear with my real name and godhood"

"This is the second time you have said the same thing. I should probably believe you, but Lord Paying reminded me that you are a dangerous and cunning person. You were once his most troublesome enemy. He warned me to be vigilant in any communication with you."

Murphy stroked the very textured pages of the book and said:

"So I decided to treat every word you said as a lie, but as I said just now, this is your last chance to negotiate with me, so maybe you can be more sincere.

The Lord's hostility towards you may be due to past experiences, but to me, you are just a legendary stranger.

I also have friends in the gods, and I believe we can be friends.

So, I will ask you one last time, what do you want me to do for you? "

This time, Vidia hesitated for a moment, and then he no longer pretended to be so weak that he was about to die. He said in a stuttering voice:

"Dusk. Master Monk. Visited my cage. He asked me to help Dusk complete the plan, and he would release me, but I smelled some familiar odors from him. There are some rotten things from the past in that person's body.

I promised him, but I believe in you more.

It's the same as when a villain is looking for someone to ask for help, he won't look for a madman like himself.

I believe that the chosen one chosen by the Creator is a person with a bottom line, so I promise you that you can trust me completely when it comes to fighting Dusk. "

"What's the reason? "

Murphy stretched out his hand and ejected the Universal Device to complete the identity verification at the entrance of the launch pad.

As he stepped into it, the launch pad that had been in a waiting state officially started and entered the self-checking program.

In response to Murphy's question, Widiya's tone was full of anger and pain. He said:

"My current posture, this posture that is neither human nor ghost, is the plan given by the bastards in the secret department. They did it on purpose. They took advantage of my innate curiosity and thirst for power.

They also used me as an experimental subject. They thought I couldn't smell those conspiracies.

They underestimated me.

I know that Paying hates me!

Because I hired a killer to assassinate him.

Because I have sneaked into the old god cage that he was in charge of several times to try to explore the mystery of the godhood.

He has enough reasons to hate me, and I don't ask for his love, but as you said, we can cooperate.

I know that you have accepted some of the descendants of my followers. Through their eyes, I saw everything that is happening in Transia.

You have a close relationship with the power of the gods, and you have reached an agreement with Ms. Spider.

I think we can also have an agreement.

You release me, I become your ally, give power to the goatmen under your command, and pass on the psychic secrets I master to your followers.

The fate of "knowledge" that I walk can also be opened to your foreign warriors.

This is all sincerity.

However, I am a greedy villain after all!

I can't resist the desire for power, so I will make a request. In the future, at some point, when you are close to the true mystery of the Creator, please allow me to go with you and drink a cup of truth in that real pool of power.

Yes!

Just one cup.

The Creator has studied the gods of the old days. He used the divinity of the old ones as a basis to research a new power. The new gods use the research results from the Creator. I believe that there must be a way for me to go further in the truth left by Him.

Ah, I'm tired of this pathetic feeling of not being able to control my own thoughts. I hope to regain control of power instead of becoming a slave to it.

This is my request. ”

“It sounds really sincere and reasonable. That's right. If you don't talk about some conditions for such a big thing as an alliance, who can rest assured? ”

Murphy smiled and said:

“Then the verbal agreement is reached, and the real mutual assistance will wait until we go to the old god prison in the gray desert in the future to unlock you. In addition, you said you have seen the monk leader. Can you describe the guy's appearance for me? ”

“Useless! The Chosen One of Creation, the monk leader is the real Chosen One of Chaos. He has the blessing of original sin, which allows him to avoid any tracking in the most unnoticeable way. Unless he jumps into the trap, it is difficult for you to catch him.

But I am a symbol of the gathering of the world's spell power. I can determine his origin by deconstructing some of his spellcasting habits. "

The King of Ten Thousand Curses, Vidia, said softly:

"The psychic energy used by the monk on a daily basis is mixed with a trace of positive aura, tending to seal, suppress and purify. His body should be of standard human descent, and his spellcasting habits are partly inherited from the Eden District.

If I have not deconstructed it wrong, it should be related to the teaching of the 'Pure' old Sim, the mind flayer bastard.

Combined with the information collected by my descendants of the goat people, I will make a judgment that the monk is from the Ring Tower but not the Ring Tower of this era! He is a person who is recorded by time but hidden in the footnotes of history.

He knows that this will better protect his secrets.

Therefore, do you need me to tell you the final answer to the mystery? "

"No need, although I am not good at psychic energy, I am not as dull as you think. If I still can't guess his identity after you have said so much, it would be too stupid. "

Murphy transformed the Universal Device into a verification form and inserted it into the God's Scepter console, then selected the bombing direction on the light screen and confirmed the execution.

The next moment, three launch requests were sent to the three decision makers at the same time.

Lord Paying, who was still in the Ptolemy Royal City, cast his confirmation vote without any hesitation, and Senator Widiya, who was far away in the cage of the old gods, also cast his confirmation vote. The third decision maker has not made a decision yet.

Perhaps the head monk is notifying the King of Wraiths, Mamluk, to take some self-help measures quickly.

Heh, the cat is crying over the rat!

I really don't want my companion to be baptized by a nuclear bomb. I should have told him before that Murphy has a big killer in his hand.

"Ding"

With a soft sound, the decision result in front of Murphy was fixed at [2:1].

The scepter of God empowers completion.

The No. 006 launch pad in the relatively stationary orbit of the planet quietly opened in deep space.

Like the blooming of the steel flower, like the pronouncement of judgment before the beheading of the Lord of the Hunt.

The moment the black ammunition filled with the majesty of the Creator slid out of the launch cabin, the punishment light arrow from the past had already embarked on the road to destruction.

As the countdown to the bombing jumped rapidly at 1 minute and 28 seconds, Murphy took a step back and put away the "Book of Curses" at hand. He wiped the non-existent dust on the surface of the book and said:

"That was the great hero on the side of the civilization camp of the Fourth Black Disaster. That was the noble man who sacrificed his life to position the camp of the Bone-Gripping King and defeated the enemy with the life-calling sun bombardment. That was the best at that era in using purifying spiritual energy to dispel the darkness. and the psionic master of the haze, that is the pride and representative of the Ring Tower and human psionicists, that is the most holy master who is still regarded as an idol and a great man by countless psionicists, that is Plinio Maire Man.

The guy who was so great that Salokdar could praise him in his diary of the Vampire Archduke, which was filled with conspiracies, lies and crazy tricks!

I know that the more glorious a person is, the longer his shadow is, and the story of a dragon slayer who eventually becomes an evil dragon is also such a cliche. However, judging from the time of Maireadin's life story and the description of the Bone-Gripping King, this guy may have been a dragon slayer disguised as an evil dragon before the outbreak of the fourth black disaster.

But I also believe that Master Maireadin was not inherently evil in the first half of his life. So, what on earth pulled a noble spellcaster who used purification psionic energy and should have enough resistance to the corruption of chaos into this path of no return? Where is the road?

Can you answer this question for me? Lord Vidya. "

"I am just the King of Ten Thousand Curses who knows all dharma, and I am not truly omniscient and omnipotent. I cannot answer your question."

Vidya sighed and said:

"But I guess he must have been exposed to something he shouldn't have been exposed to. If you take a guess at his life, you should be able to find out the clues."

"Well, it seems that it is indeed necessary to go to White Cliff."

Murphy nodded.

Then he left the launch pad without any nostalgia, walked to the side window amidst the sound of the door closing, and looked in the direction of the Wraith Abyss.

A streak of punishment sky fire streaked through the clouds, tearing apart the sky and sliding rapidly from the sea of ​​stars.

Like a bright shooting star!

Just at the end of this thousands-mile sand sea, beyond the undulating horizon of sand dunes.

It cheered and plunged into the earth, and after a second of silence, it burst out with a beam of light that illuminated the night sky. The brightness was so intense that Murphy on the solar boat reached out to cover his eyes.

Then the vampire said:

“Enforcement completed!

The Abyss of Resentment that has troubled the Songhai people for three hundred years has completely become history. It's a pity, I originally planned to make it into a team copy.

Well, nice to work with you, Mr. Vidya.

When the blood of the Mamluks spurted out, you and I finally took the first step called friendship. "

"Yeah, it's like two villains conspired to pull off a neat, perfect murder."

The King of Curses said softly:

"Well, that wonderful feeling of crime is really missed. Have you ever considered changing your career to be a cold-blooded bad guy? Mr. Murphy, with all due respect, you are really talented in this area."

——

"Then let's go to war! The dead give everything for the future of the empire before the living. This has always been our tradition!"

The powerful words of Priest Bayek echoed in the death hall, announcing that the Hades system was officially split into conservatives and dissidents at this moment.

Faced with his declaration, the ferocious face of the King of Wraiths, Mamluk, was full of fighting enthusiasm eager to see rivers of blood. According to tradition, on this occasion, as the leader of a party, he should throw Say a few cruel words, and then go home and prepare to start an unprecedented war of the dead on the land of the living.

However, just when Mamluk was about to say a few powerful words as his exit, everyone in the death hall at this moment raised their heads, including Mamluk himself.

they felt it

An explosive destructive force is approaching the territory of the Songhai Empire from the sky at an unstoppable high speed, like a god throwing a fatal dice.

The King of Wraiths immediately lowered his head and looked at Bayek. The Dead Moon Priest, who had been expressionless just now, showed a subtle smile at the corner of his mouth covered with mummy cloth. It seemed that everything was as he expected. .

This is a trap!

And he jumped in!

Just like an execution ground at noon, the person who is about to die has been identified, and the cruel executioner raises the beheading blade high. Even the bloodthirsty audience begins to cheer. Next, it just waits for the canon to be revealed. punishment!

"Bayek! You plot against me!!!"

The King of Resentful Spirits immediately withdrew his consciousness and returned to the deepest part of the Abyss of Resentful Spirits, in an underground structure filled with as much death energy as the Holy City of the Dead Moon.

He also wanted to struggle to save himself and use the characteristics of the undead to send his newly unsealed spirit body into a random Hades pyramid in this sea of ​​sand.

However, the stream of light from the sky has fallen into the core of the Abyss of Resentful Spirits, like a sword piercing down from the sky, completely erasing the scar that has existed in the sand sea for three hundred years in this moment.

In the glittering light, countless gravels were blown to the sky and fell like heavy rain in the whistling dust.

The wind of destruction seemed to have blown to the Holy City of the Dead Moon, leaving the entire Hall of Death in a dead silence.

Few people knew why Mamluk disappeared, but the facial expression of the King of Wrathful Spirits when he left, and the super classic "Bayek! You plotted against me!" seemed to have announced something terrible, making the pharaohs of the underworld who had just chosen their camps feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

"Gu"

A Hades Pharaoh wearing a sand bear mask made a strange sound. He looked at the smiling chief priest of the Dead Moon in front of him and said:

"Well, I thought about it. The ancient tradition has been maintained for thousands of years. The cycle of life and death is so beautiful that it doesn't seem to be a good thing to break it rashly. So, can we reconcile?"

"Now? Are you kidding me?"

The timid little mummy just now jumped out and shouted with his hands on his waist:

"The camp has been selected! The battle has begun! This battle of the dead will not end until one side falls! To be honest, I always felt that the system construction of the Hades Pharaoh was a little too urbanized. What do you think, Fulier?"

She looked back at her good friend who had just been established as the twelfth Pharaoh.

Fulier thought about it, and with the encouragement of her father who put his hand on her shoulder with a smile, the blessing of her mother who wiped her tears proudly, and the support of her allies with smiles, the "Flower of the Sand Sea" who used to hide in the shadow of her brother on such occasions raised her head at this moment.

The pair of eyes, bright enough to still sing, but with a bit more ease and dignity due to the precipitation of time and experience, looked at the pharaohs of the underworld who were about to panic because of her declaration with a cold and opposing look.

She stepped forward, drew the snake-shaped jade one-handed sword at her waist, and pointed it in the direction of the rebels.

The Pharaoh Queen declared:

"The world of the living is suppressing the powerful to reduce the burden on the people, and it is not right for the territory of the dead to retain so many high-ranking people! Everyone, go back to your pyramids, and when the heavenly soldiers under the Creator arrive, either raise the white flag to protect yourself, or resist to the end and face the destruction of the whole clan!

As you said just now.

The war

has begun!"