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Chapter 88 87. Tomb Badge and “Dark Force” [2760]

(Additional update for brother ‘Huo Zheng is very good’ [12/20])

"this"

After hearing Murphy's concerns, Maxim's expression also turned ugly. As a person born in Transia, he had seen a lot of evil spirits since he was a child.

There is no shortage of similar ghost stories in this closed and sturdy land.

Including but not limited to the ghouls that crawl out of the graves at night to eat the remains of the deceased, the ghosts that always inadvertently occupy the body of the unlucky person and tear his soul apart and devour it, and the ghosts that always appear on an unknown night. The sneaky vampire midnight visitor and so on.

Compared with these terrifying things, the jackal bandits who roamed the ravines and hills of all sizes robbing houses and the kobold thieves who were always craving all kinds of candles all seemed so tender and affectionate.

Jackals and various wild beasts that could be considered dangerous in other areas really didn't have any respect in this hellish place called Transia.

They are so completely at the bottom of the dark creature food chain that not even teenagers are afraid of them.

This is not a bad thing.

This at least tempered the notoriously rough nerves, toughness and savagery of the Transians, and also allowed the farmers here to even dare to carry dung forks and fight against the ghouls who stole their livestock.

But the problem is, if the number of these things reaches tens of thousands, it will be an out-and-out super disaster that cannot be solved with a manure fork.

"Sir, I think we might be able to camp somewhere else."

Maxim looked at Murphy who was placing the ebony stone in the corpse and was about to start absorbing the spiritual energy of death and completing the job transfer ceremony. He suggested in a low voice:

"First of all, I'm not scared!

Sir, as long as you nod, I will stay here and kill every ghoul and wraith I see. But I'm not afraid just because I'm used to seeing death. Our people can't deal with this horrific nest of ghouls beneath our feet.

For the sake of your rule, perhaps we should move the survivor camp out of here.

I mean, move to a nearby village.

For example, the village of Moreland”

"Uh, I forgot to tell you, Mark. Remember that big hole my warriors dug in Moreland Village?"

Murphy looked back at Maxim with a strange look and said:

"The witch hunters just told me that there are also ghouls over there, and they had to blow up half the village to seal the lair. But those ghosts can stay dormant for at least three years even if they don't eat or drink, so While we are cleaning up the underground troubles in Cadman City, we also have to send people to get those things around.

There's also Smuggler's Wood.

You probably haven't forgotten, right?

There are also the remains of two hundred veterans there. Those well-trained elites who have no one to collect the corpses may create something more disturbing than ghouls like a skeleton army. "

"Ah this!"

Maxim was speechless for a moment.

He now feels more and more that the dislike and prejudice of outsiders towards Transia is not unreasonable. As a local, he begins to feel that his hometown is an out-and-out ghost place.

Why is this like a broken house, with air leaking everywhere?

But if you think about going up and kicking him, a group of vampire bitches will definitely jump out and beat him up.

"Okay, don't think so much, just do the things at hand first."

Murphy placed the ebony stone, took a step back and pulled out the Blade of Desire Clan, and then took out the alchemical sword oil made by Tris and lightly applied a layer on the blade, which added special substances of oil and air. The psychic contact in it immediately began to emit warm light spots, as if it had been temporarily enchanted with a scorching weapon.

It will be the most convenient weapon to deal with the resentful spirits and ghosts that will appear next.

He threw a bottle of alchemical sword oil to Maxim, who took it in his hand and applied it to Jade's ritual black blade.

As for the psychic poison blade, that's not necessary.

Precious psychic weapons are designed to harm spirits.

"The ebony stone can absorb the death essence of the spirit body and store it. After it is full of the essence, drop blood into it to complete the production of the tomb emblem.

This thing is not only a status symbol of the Tomb Sword Guard, it is also the casting medium of the Tomb Sword Guard.

Relying on the Tomb Emblem to absorb and store the breath of death, the Tomb Sword Guard can add darkness or death spiritual energy to his sword skills to increase the destructive power when launching an attack. "

While Murphy was getting ready to deal with the enemy, he introduced to Maxim who was on guard beside him:

“As the unique elite unit of the Blood Vulture Clan, the Tomb Sword Guards are very similar to the charging psychic knights sent by the Tower of Rings during the Ten Years’ War. They are masters of martial arts that control both physical and spiritual aspects.

But its biggest power feature is that you can use the Tomb Badge to specifically strengthen a certain type of skill.

Like Jed.

That guy strengthened his swordsmanship so that he could hit deadly energy sword waves. Unfortunately, his tomb badge had been destroyed by the sun. "

Maxim immediately heard the disdain in Murphy's words, and he asked:

"Are you saying that Jade used the power of the Tomb Sword Guard in the wrong way?"

"That's not wrong."

Murphy's ears twitched.

He heard faint moans coming from the tragically dead corpses around him, which made him realize that the death call of the ebony stone had begun.

He assumed the starting position of the Tomb Sword Guard swordsmanship and said to Maxim:

“Ordinary people’s idea is to either strengthen offense or strengthen defense. These are good ideas, but they are too mediocre.

In my opinion, the biggest advantage of a composite profession like Tomb Sword Guard is its diversity. In a real battle, it is useless no matter how strong your attack is if it cannot hit the enemy.

So if it were me.

I will use the power of death to strengthen my control skills, so that I can firmly control the initiative of the battle in my own hands.

Here they come! "

"Swish, swish, swish"

Following Murphy's reminder, strange green shadows emerged from the corpses around them.

They all have a vague human shape but no sense of substance. They are like plastic bags with weird colors floating in the air. While emitting death screams that can attack the spirit, they slap the intruders in front of them with cold ghost claws. .

"boom"

Murphy raised his left hand, and the master-level psychic impact and strong wind hit the sky. The compressed dark psychic energy was blasted out like a shotgun, shocking the approaching resentful spirits in place, and then swung the sharp blade forward. Swish, swish, swish, a few swords pierced the bodies of several resentful spirits.

They screamed and let out a piercing wail, thinking of returning to the pile of corpses to reunite their spirit bodies, but they were devoured by the ebony stone on the ground.

Dark green light spots emerged from inside the spar, which was as bright as the night.

"At least 60!"

Murphy said to Maxim:

"The production of tomb badges also has quality levels. The ebony stone given by the rich lady to the eldest lady is extremely pure, which means that it can absorb more death essence. It can be used as a way to practice swordsmanship and solve some small problems for the future territory. A little trouble, Mark.

Kill all the resentful spirits born on these corpses, and then set the place on fire.

My warriors will need a foothold when they enter the maze-like sewers later, and I think this is a suitable place to become their 'underground save point'. "

"Is that some kind of alien word? My lord."

Maxim swung his swords to kill repeatedly, and then asked:

"Perhaps you can explain in a language I am familiar with. I always can't understand those strange words spoken by your warriors. They like to call me 'baimao'. I feel that it is a contemptuous name."

"No, that's a sign they like you."

Murphy stepped on the dark steps, dodging the claws of the resentful spirits that flashed like flashes, and said in a relaxed tone:

“They call Miriam Red Hair, Captain Natalie Gray Hair, the eldest lady Fuluoli, Tris the Beautiful Witch, and Adele the E Girl.

They are used to calling you by your most obvious features.

Believe me, this is all due to their most sincere and passionate feelings. After all, only the best friends on their side would call each other by code names.

Well, this is probably the legendary cultural difference. "

"But they will call you 'handsome' or 'sir'."

Maxim shrugged and responded:

"I just think they are treating them differently, which is not good. I also care about them very much. I always hope that they will not waste time wandering around in the ruins. Wouldn't it be good to practice sword skills?"

"Maybe it's because you're not generous enough?"

Murphy laughed loudly and said:

"If you can increase the remuneration and rewards you give them every time, I believe they will soon call you 'Lord Mark' with full respect. They will even be willing to be blinded by money and equipment and add 'noble' to you. ', 'Great', 'Beautiful' and other disgusting nicknames.

As I said before, they are really realistic.

But that’s what makes them cute and straightforward, isn’t it? "

During the relaxed chat between the master and the servant, more than half of the nearly a hundred resentful spirits in this underground space were quickly killed. These things are not difficult to deal with as long as you master the targeted skills, not to mention they are two black iron levels. The experienced swordsman is here.

This real other world is always realistic in terms of combat capabilities.

Even if weak civilians turn into ghosts and ghouls after death, they will not be difficult to deal with. The real ones to be wary of are the gang members who were professionals in the sewers.

The dead creatures they transform into will be much more dangerous. Not only will they be strengthened by the spiritual energy of death, they will even retain some of their combat skills and tactical thinking.

For example, the previous exploration of the sewers organized by Happy Stick was almost wiped out by two water ghosts using "terrain killing".

Fortunately, Murphy's tomb badge only requires the essence of death. This thing is derived from the concentration of death spiritual energy and there is no distinction between it and the other.

Nearly twenty minutes later, the last resentful spirit was killed by Murphy with a hunting crossbow, and the entire cold underground area quickly became quiet and peaceful.

Maxim took out the fire oil from the psychic bag and began to prepare for burning, while Murphy picked up the ebony stone on the ground that had completely turned into ghost green.

Holding it cold is like holding a piece of thousand-year-old ice, and in front of Murphy's eyes, the information label of this thing pops up quickly:

Name: Death Stone/Ebony Stone Full of Essence

Efficacy: Excellent alchemy materials, as well as Tomb Sword Guard job transfer props, please drip blood to complete psychic binding and resonance.

Item Description:

[For some particular vampires, they always like to make their tomb emblems luxurious and complicated, and engrave some mottos and inscriptions on them that are useless except to look good.

But in fact, even a dada-shaped stone can still be called a tomb emblem.

The true meaning of power is so simple. 】

"Maybe I'm too sensitive, but I always feel that you are hinting at something. Although I don't pay much attention to these things, I won't make myself a papa-shaped tomb badge. For a young vampire like me, It’s too ‘avant-garde’.”

Murphy curled his lips, took out the alchemy carving knife supported by Tris from the psychic bag, and trimmed the cold ebony stone in his hand with a few swipes, turning it into a decent diamond-shaped snowflake shape.

Just make it like this.

If you have to do some artistic processing, take it back and give it to Tris to make some more decorations. As a master alchemist, Tris is very dexterous with her hands.

Well, I always feel that this compliment is equally weird.

Murphy shook his head and threw away the weird thoughts in his mind, then bit his finger and dripped the thick red blood into the cold ebony stone in his hand.

The death energy in it immediately resonated with his blood droplets, and this blood connection was exerted on Murphy the next second.

"Shua"

Prompt text pops up in front of you:

[The creation and binding of the tomb badge is completed, and the death energy pool is opened!

The user is a member of the Blood Vulture Clan, and the user has mastered the swordsmanship of the Tomb Sword Guard and reached "proficiency". The conditions for changing the job of Tomb Sword Guard are met, yes/no? 】

"confirm."

Murphy whispered in his heart, and then a large text prompt popped up in front of him:

[The Tomb Sword Guard’s job change begins.

The level 10 basic profession ‘Blood Eagle Swordsman’ has been replaced by the level 1 advanced profession ‘Crypto Sword Guard’.

The upper limit of Tomb Sword Guard swordsmanship proficiency is increased from [Mastery] to [Master].

The destructive power of the Tomb Sword Guard swordsmanship has been increased.

In dark/dead psionics-rich terrain, health and psionics regenerate faster and gain temporary bonuses to strength, dexterity, and perception.

Get the new talent [Death Invasion]!

Each of your attacks will apply [Breath of Death] to the enemy, weakening the opponent's strength and reactions and causing a small amount of mental shock to the enemy.

Get the new talent [Death Call]!

After entering the battle, each corpse you kill will be able to summon a wraith to temporarily join the battle. The wraith will disappear after the battle.

hint!

This talent is a passive skill. Every time it is triggered, it will consume the death essence in the tomb badge. It will not take effect when the death essence dries up.

The strength of the wraiths summoned by this talent will retain half of its original strength, and will not exceed the summoner's rank at most, and will maintain combat experience and combat skills.

Obtain the new talent [Essence Devouring]!

Allows you to draw the essence of death from corpses or tombs to replenish your own psychic pool.

hint!

This talent is a passive skill and cannot affect the living or structures.

Get the new skill [Death Strengthening]!

Allows you to use the power of death to strengthen a certain skill of yours, so that it can extend different effects according to your plan. This enhancement can only take effect on a skill currently mastered, and the effect increases with the improvement of skill proficiency. 】

"This is exactly what I want!"

Murphy smiled, and conveniently threw the death enhancement that came with the Tomb Sword Guard profession onto his psychic impact skills, then stretched out his left hand and threw psychic impact and restraint towards the pile of corpses next to him.

The next moment, under Maxim's surprised gaze, the corpses seemed to be clasped by the necks by an invisible noose and lifted into the air. As Murphy released more dark psychic energy, the throat bones and spine of the corpses clicked. A clicking sound.

"The eldest lady said she gave my move a name, 'Midnight Noose'."

Murphy stood next to the hung corpses. He rubbed his chin and said to Maxim:

"But I always feel that this name is too literary. It would be better to call it 'Force Bound' or 'Force Throat', so forget it, let's just call it 'Death Grip'.

By the way, I would like to commemorate my lost youth. "

"Although I don't understand what you have gone through in your youth, I have to admit, sir, this name is very impressive."

Maxim complimented him in a very disrespectful manner, and then lit a gas blowtorch to ignite the body that had been drenched in kerosene. The fire ignited in the dark sewer.

Murphy watched as the corpses were engulfed in flames and turned into ashes.

Amidst the hissing sound of the flames, he whispered:

"I, this incompetent lord, cannot bring you precious life, but I can let you die with dignity. Rest in peace, you are not my people. Maybe you will be entrenched in these ruins with resentment. You will eventually see Rebuild a more magnificent city among the creatures on this land.

At that time, you will have dissipated all your grievances and left with satisfaction.

I firmly believe this. "