1392: 470.
Although the Tear Flesh person is incorrigibly bad, he indeed stands firm on major principles.
1392: 470.
Although the Tear Flesh person is incorrigibly bad, he indeed stands firm on major principles.
The news that a group of students was sent to the Star Realm spread to Murphy in no ti.
Several errors in the coordinates of the Calculating Pearls jolted the dozing Vampire Lord alert as night approached.
After seeing the specific information projected by the Core Bead, he knew his “perfect routine” was going to be disrupted yet again today.
Though he had minor complaints, they were his precious children after all, and needed to be saved, so Murphy imdiately rushed into the adjacent office and woke up Triss, who was already drinking and drowsy.
The Blood Vulture Duke glanced at the bizarre relative coordinates and shook his head.
“No hope.
These are deep coordinates of the Star Realm, even if I open the Star Realm Gate now they won’t make it back.
These areas have never been explored by a Psychic and also have dangerous ti disturbances; nobody knows what strange things are hidden there.
But why do they always end up in these weird situations?
Speaking of these coordinates, it’s not like you accidentally wandered in there; even if you were trying to inventively commit suicide, for soone like , a Spiritual Overlord, transporting yourself to this forsaken place would be extrely difficult.
So, what exactly happened?”
Facing Triss’s question, Murphy shook his head and said:
“I don’t know, the Calculating Pearl doesn’t have a real-ti recording feature.
The pearls we use are too basic, but I guess they will soon post about their experience on the forum.
It’s likely they encountered a powerful foe who tried to kill them and hide the evidence, but overlooked the ‘immortal’ trait of the Transia warriors.
Whenever this happens, I always feel they are so darn useful.”
The Vampire Lord blinked his eyes.
He and Triss logged onto the forum almost at the sa ti, and as expected, they saw a new post purely for venting:
“Near Plague Town there’s a strange skeleton-level BOSS wandering around, possibly a world or outdoor BOSS with teleportation abilities, don’t provoke it!”
The post was made by Cheche, with visible frustration and helplessness throughout the text.
Although not lengthy, it detailed their entire encounter near the east side of Plague Town, even including a photo of the Star Realm landscape taken monts before their demise.
Hey, you wouldn’t believe, the photos were fantastically beautiful, imbued with a sense of abstract art akin to Van Gogh due to the distorted sense of ti and space, but what can’t be ignored is the vaguely visible, bizarrely glowing Star Realm Giant Snake that caught the eye.
Cheche said the last ti he was teleported to the Star Realm by mistake, he was eaten by this snake, and during another “teleportation accident,” he encountered this monster snake again.
This should have been a serious matter, yet the post was filled with a joyous tone.
Woman Sword Saint of Reed Na: “As the beautiful vampire girl who never misses out on any fun, I’m here to laugh first!
Hahaha, you guys are really unlucky, my dear children, by being completely defeated and delayed for three days, didn’t you just give back the lead advantage you barely managed to gain?
Look, I’ve always said speed doesn’t matter in a real world!
You need to be stable.”
Loaded with Joy Stick: “Mocking others is not correct, Little Wei Ming, that’s too cruel.
Allow to express my thoughts on our brothers’ tragic predicant:
Ahem!
Hahahaha.”
ow King: “You evil creature!
Others are suffering and you’re still so happy, unlike , I am the most thoughtful big brother.
Co on, @Akuen, tell uncle, what misdeed were you planning in the unknown area to the east of the instance?
Tell us about it.”
Akuen: “Tsk, can I even say?
Just don’t go there, that BOSS is very strong, basically a ‘et-and-kill’ kind, you can’t even aim before he sends you straight to the Star Realm.
Weird guy.
He was mumbling sothing about the creator, like a typical Heretic.
I’ll post his photo, just walk around him if you encounter him.”
Afterwards, Ayu uploaded a photo taken before they were teleported, and naturally, everyone mocked the guy in the photo.
Because he was dressed in Western cowboy attire that starkly contrasted with the local style, like soone who had ti-traveled from the era of Western outlaws to Transylvania.
They all cried out that the Dog Planners were ssing around again.
However, the two ‘Dog Planners’ who were currently slacking off on the forum stared at each other, dumbfounded; Murphy and Triss weren’t focusing on the guy’s attire, both unconsciously fixated on the tallic Magic Wand held by the “explorer”.
“Future sci-fi style?”
“Instrunts of the Creator!”
Murphy and Triss exclaid at the sa ti,
Though they said different things, both were not wrong.
Murphy saw the tal Magic Wand as filled with an indescribable, out-of-place precision futuristic technology style, unlike anything on the Continent of Transylvania.
The wand looked more like the control lever of so dismantled precision instrunt, with even seven different modules visible and a precision slide rail that could slide, with sothing resembling a short antenna standing on the wand’s head.
As for Triss…
The widely traveled and knowledgeable Crimson Witch imdiately recognized the origin of the tal Magic Wand.
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