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Chapter 1207 1205. Reversal of the Blood River·The Origin of the Blood Lord

"Bang"

The two black blood vulture blades collided several times in the blink of an eye while intersecting rapidly. They seemed as light as a sword dance, but the sparks flying out when the blades were cutting meant that the blades could kill people at any time, and the two men holding the swords The vampires came and went in the small space, and from time to time they used the flapping of their wings to complete flashing attacks and defenses. It was dazzling to see, and it also made the surrounding Hell Submarine warriors raise their eyes to watch this "exhibition match". Hold your breath.

Although the two vampires fighting with swords were just competing in skills, considering that one of them was the governor of Transia and the other was the absolute leader of the armed forces on the land of Transia, it would not be possible for these two guys to even use their hands to compete. The skill competition under the itch can bring a pretty good viewing experience to the next person.

But wanting to secretly learn the swordsmanship of the Blood Vulture Clan by watching duels is overthinking.

After all, the family swordsmanship of vampires must be coordinated with the unique strength of each family to exert its power. Just learning simple skills is not of much use, and if you really want to learn blood vulture swordsmanship, there are comments from veteran players on the forum. The full version of the analysis shows that this basic skill has now been "open source", and some greedy party members have even obtained the physical book and started to learn it offline as a fitness tool.

However, for the newcomers of Hell Submarine, it is a rare experience to see a high-level swordsman duel in this world. Anyway, they have completed the combat mission now, and being idle on the spaceship is also sorting out endless housekeeping. , why not come and join in the fun.

"Bang"

The black blades used for practice finally distinguished themselves at the thirty-fourth collision. The sword in Maxim's hand was knocked to the ground by Murphy with a swift slash followed by a whirlwind strike, causing the monster general to immediately retreat. One step means victory or defeat is decided.

"I suspect you're letting it go, Mark."

Murphy put away the black blade and said jokingly:

"Or maybe my general has been working hard on his beautiful wife recently, which makes his progress in swordsmanship feel mediocre."

"It stands to reason that when you make such a dirty joke, out of the protection of Leonia, I should throw a white glove in your face and initiate a duel between men."

Maxim shrugged, picked up his training sword, followed Murphy and left the practice room, and said casually:

"But the truth is that I feel that I have not relaxed in polishing and improving my skills. The reason why I lost is purely because your progress in this area is too terrible. The swordsmanship you used just now should be the one that Chief Sarokdar is good at." 'The Blade'?"

"It's just a part of it. Swordsmanship is Lao Sa's understanding, but the footwork comes from the abyss dance created by Ms. Rose's followers in the shadow. It is an advanced version of the shadow step. It comes with short-distance flash and close combat. Very useful.”

Murphy explained:

"I'm trying to combine the two master swordsmanships, retaining the super offensive nature of the Death Blade while adding the necessary dexterity and elegance. This is a difficult job, and I've only just figured out how to do it. "

"But to borrow a foreigner's phrase, your humility is full of Versailles."

Maxim complained:

"For a silver person, it is quite lucky to be able to learn one and a half claws in the master swordsmanship of the gold level. The fact that I can learn the Moon Elf's Moon Song Secret Sword is a gift from Leonia.

In order to learn this master swordsmanship, I was beaten black and blue by her in the midnight moonlight.

While I am still complacent about my pitiful improvement, my terrifyingly powerful master has even begun to try to carve out his own path from the domain of the sages. To be honest, you may have been born to give me, etc. These mediocre people explain what genius is. "

"That's so disgusting, Mark! You're so good at flattering me after you got a girlfriend."

Murphy made a penetrating expression, then snorted, took out a set of swordsmanship manuals from his bag and threw them to Mark, waving his hands and saying:

"This time, asking you to bring the elven advance army to the Castile Peninsula is asking you to work extra overtime on a business trip. It is too vulgar to talk about money in our relationship, so think of this as the task I gave you. Reward' it.

I heard that you have selected twelve warriors among the players. Perhaps it is time for them to compete with each other to determine the title of 'Champion Warrior'.

You see, I even have a reward ready for you. "

Maxim opened the manuscript and glanced at it. The first page read "The Untold Secret of the Blood Vulture Clan: Detailed Explanation of the Master's Swordsmanship and Death Blade", which made him blink. Looking further down, there was a line of small words:

"The copyright owner of this master swordsmanship is Sarokdar Collinsman Lesembra, and the author of the revised version is Revenor Murphy Lesembra. Those who have learned through this handbook should voluntarily go to the Scarlet Castle Copyright Notary Office to pay Paid knowledge royalties.

The Blood Vulture Clan sternly warns those who spread this skill privately to do so at their own risk. "

Well, it seems that Mr. Murphy is having sex. Maxim found that since the end of the black disaster, the frequency of Mr. Murphy, who was still somewhat serious, has become more and more frequent. This shows his recent mood. It’s also really good.

"Even the most talented among the players, it would be impossible to learn such high-level skills at the level of the Silver One, but as you said, my champion warriors deserve the best in the land of Transia. Good treatment.

Therefore, according to your auspicious words, after the lucky boy is born, I will personally teach him this set of supreme swordsmanship belonging to the blood vulture. "

Maxim also rudely put away this priceless set of notes. He followed Murphy to the restaurant, chatting and laughing, and prepared to have a drink as a farewell.

In a few hours, Maxim and Leonia will return to the Maginot Line to continue their duties of patrol and recruit training. As Murphy joked, the people in the Kingdom of Castile these days are For Mark, the battle was more like a relaxing trip.

Well, considering Maxim's "ascetic" lifestyle that is "famous" within the New Blood Vulture Clan, asking him to come to the Elf Kingdom to cut down a group of flesh-tearers, fallen sons of gods, and death-tooth alien species is really considered a challenge. Great relaxation and leisure.

Fortunately, Leonia comes from the same conservative and boring moon elf royal family, otherwise it would be really difficult to adapt to Maxim's "mundane is the real" daily life. Murphy even suspected that Maxim and Leonia were the same. It is estimated that the number of posts in the year will not exceed five times. Ah, compared with the ascetic monster general, the private life of Murphy, the shrimp-headed man, is really corrupt.

"This group of new recruits you recruited are very powerful!"

In the bar of the spaceship restaurant, Maxim was holding a glass of fruit wine with a drop of blood. He said to Murphy:

"I have seen how the hell submarines fought on the battlefield. It is no exaggeration to say that their combat qualities are top-notch even in today's Transia, and their exaggerated discipline is not surprising at all. Doubt the iron will they possess.

Perhaps the Transian People's Army should follow their example and direction.

I communicated with Commander Zhao and gained a lot of valuable experience from him in exchange for my combat skills handbook. I also got a complete set of infantry drills, although these things can be found on the otherworld network. , but it is indeed difficult for non-professionals to see the real secret.

Perhaps we should invite a few 'professional instructors' from other worlds for the new recruits we recruit in the future. With the current good cooperation model between the two parties, there is a high probability that such a request will not be rejected. "

"Alas, our medieval-level army should not imitate other people's "higher civilization" military style. Mark, you can learn from it. If you learn it casually and get into trouble, you must follow the path of building an army with Transian characteristics."

Murphy shook his head, and then told Maxim about another thing. He took a sip of wine and said:

"Lord Paying is already preparing for the selection of the first phase of the Holy Blood War. I want you and Kudel to select a group of clansmen with outstanding character, clear bottom line and firm will to join you as the Holy Blood War. The vanguard soldier of the regiment.

This matter is related to further unity and integration between vampire families, so I can't just send people there.

I know you have a lot of responsibilities right now, Mark, but it's up to you to do this. "

"I am willing, Master."

Maxim drank the fruit wine in the glass in one gulp.

He stroked the sleeves of his swordsman's robe and seemed to be able to feel the tattoo of faith on his arm. He said:

"You have completed your belief in the Midnight God, allowing us and other lost people to find the direction pointed by the light in the eternal night. The Holy Blood Legion is just the beginning. Master, as the servant who initially followed you, I swear to you I said at that time that my only goal in life is to make your great career prosper.

I am willing to be your pawn to integrate the power of other families for you!

I think Kudel, who once questioned the future you promised, has realized like me that only you can save the strugglers in this quagmire of eternal night.

We do not hesitate to use swords and fire to convey your will, and under the watchful eyes of the Mother of Midnight, we will completely cut off those who rot in the eternal night, leaving only the most promising seeds. In the end, there can only be A voice echoed!

That's you!

That is the supreme Midnight King."

"Well, since the believers of Avalon called me this nickname, I have heard many people call me that in private. Although it is quite handsome, I always feel a bit ashamed."

Murphy curled his lips, but did not falsely persuade Maxim to take a rest.

His relationship with Mark has long gone beyond ordinary friends and superiors. He knows that all problems he encounters can be solved by Maxim, and Murphy's monster will definitely do his best to solve his master's problems.

After sending Maxim away, it was almost evening. Murphy planned to take a solar boat to have a look at Adel's Hades. After confirming that everything was correct, he would embark on the return journey to the Millennium Sea of ​​Sand. The "huge treasure chest" of the Creation Engine is waiting for him to open.

A group of eager demigods were waiting for food, and Murphy didn't dare to delay any longer.

However, just as the Origin Pioneer turned towards Adel's Hades, Murphy suddenly felt something strange in his sword.

Pulling out the Night Guard from its sheath and letting the scarlet fire wrap around the blade, he integrated his consciousness into it and established a brief connection with the Midnight Matron who had returned to the subspace. My mother noticed a rather outrageous sign in her weird, painful and chaotic mental shock.

"Its chaotic spirit seems to be torn apart, and a new consciousness has begun to vibrate. Just like a baby about to be delivered, the neutral aspect of the Midnight Matron is about to be born? So soon?"

Murphy, who held the Night Guard, was shocked.

According to his prediction, even if the power system of the order camp, the Will of Hades, is used to incorporate the Midnight Matron into it, it will take some time for this evil god born in chaos to form a neutral appearance. After all, it is a symbolic reversal and change of tendency. , it cannot be accomplished overnight.

But the fact is that the Midnight Church in the material world is still in the preparation stage, but the Midnight Matron is about to "give birth" first.

This speed was so fast that even Murphy, the initiator of all this, was caught off guard, let alone other vampires. But the Midnight Matron's thinking was chaotic and disorderly. It was impossible to figure out the whole story from her. Murphy could only There's another way to figure out what's going on over there.

He waved the Night Guard, causing the bloody halo wrapped around the blade to splash away.

The blood river domain belonging to the Midnight Matron enveloped Murphy in the next moment, causing the entire cabin to be pulled into a strange river of scarlet light.

Murphy stood in it. This was the first time he actively invoked the mysterious blood river field after completing the restriction of faith to the Midnight Matron. Holding the weapon of faith in his hand, he closed his eyes and felt as if he was really standing. In a river of unknown origin and destination, one can clearly feel the cold power born from the eternal night washing over his body. It is also like being in a cold cemetery, with eternal silence floating in the blood all around. who.

On a symbolic level, they belong to the realm of power of the Midnight Matron, helping her become the racial god of vampires and completing the initial and final circle connection.

But Murphy is not one of them.

It was the living on the other side of life and death, stepping into the river of the dead with a controlling attitude.

Murphy could hear many vampires in the Blood River realm scolding him.

Tsk tsk, that scolding was so unpleasant. It gave Murphy a new understanding of the "language art" of vampires, but he didn't care about those poor bastards who were bound in the river of blood. Nothing else can be done.

If this blood river realm is regarded as the underworld of the vampire clan, then its completion rate at this time is estimated to be less than 20%. It is completely like a rough house. Not only are the rules imperfect, but even the power system is still a mess. , but no matter how chaotic the power system is, there are rules.

For example, when Murphy stood in the reflection of the blood river, he could clearly feel the most powerful individual in the blood-colored turbidity.

"Don't hide your head and show your tail, everyone! You know that I can clearly sense your presence."

Murphy whispered:

"Show up, I just need an answer."

"You talked to us in the tone of 'meeting old friends' and sought answers to our doubts. However, you didn't realize that we who exist here are just broken reflections of the past, not the dead in your memory. Midnight Hades.”

Sarokdar's voice appeared in the reflection of the blood river. He held the Blood Spirit version of Necessary Evil between his hands and said to Murphy:

"We are just the symbolic composition of the Midnight Matron as the vampire race god. The imagination and memory of us in the minds of thousands of sacrificed vampire individuals have jointly shaped our bodies. We are the legendary ancient ones. image, but not the real ancient one.

We, the illusory broken spirits, are far less privileged than playing the real person. "

"It doesn't matter, a real person always has some flaws, but legendary heroic leaders are often flawless. Compared with communicating with a flawed bastard, it may feel better to deal with you perfect shadows of the past. good."

Murphy looked at the old patriarch in front of him and asked:

"I feel that the neutral aspect of Midnight Matron is about to be born. Why is it so fast?"

"Because you overestimate it, Midnight King."

Lao Sa explained in a gentle tone:

"If the evil god is really as powerful as a god, it does not have to try its best to find a mental core for itself to complete itself. It cannot think, and its consciousness is the fusion of the remaining thoughts of the sacrificed person in the eternal silence of pain, filled with The pain is also huge, but there is no convergence at all.

I would like to ask, how can such a loose consciousness stand up to a united and clear-purpose doctrinal constraint?

Under the strong impact of the Midnight Doctrine you created, the chaotic myth of the Midnight Mistress has been shattered. However, the birth of the neutral aspect will inject wisdom into it, allowing those forces of chaos to unite to form conceptual opposition.

The war between Order and Chaos will continue in the realm of the Midnight Matron until the end of eternity.

This is its destined fate. "

"Well, that's a very logical explanation."

Murphy nodded, then changed his style, looked at the "legendary Sarokdar" in front of him, and said:

"What about you? Where do you stand in this war of concepts?"

"It's up to you."

Laosa hesitated for a moment, and under the gaze of more illusory blood spirits appearing behind him, he answered on their behalf:

"If you think that we, the shadows of the past, represent the decadence and stupidity of the past, then we will return to chaos; if you think that we can be regarded as a symbol of the future, then we will enter order.

You are the Hades under midnight, and the guide and trainer of the Midnight Mistress. Whether we, the humble phantoms whose identities and appearances are stolen from the dead, can have a new identity depends only on your thoughts."

Murphy nodded.

He opened his eyes in the cabin, looked at the blood river illusion reflected beside him, then stretched out his hand and said:

"The Songhai people have ancient kings, and the elves are destined to have generations of Adel Hades. If the vampires want to establish the underworld, they must naturally set ethical principles for the dead. There are also rules in our blood river underworld, so I would say that you are welcome to join the Midnight Cult to create a neutral and fair Lord of Eternal Night.

Under His glory, you will also become an eternal legend in the midnight.

Well, the legend of the blood lords

I extend an invitation to you, the broken spirits born in the past but destined to dedicate everything to tomorrow! The blood lords of the future! Come, join me and start this conceptual war. We will definitely win!

I have no doubt about it."