Chapter 1874: Chapter 625: We Decide to Rena Westerburg as the Arcane Academy of Creation
“I’m probably out of my mind to think that this idea is just a little bad, but if any other Walkers of Death hear about it, you’re most likely going to end up on the ‘Eternal Bounty’ list just like your seductive girlfriend.”
“Alright, alright, I was just asking, no need to get worked up.”
Murphy waved his hand dismissively.
He quickly received a ssage from Phemys and stood up, saying to Nifytelli:
“Your first apprentice from Transylvania is already outside the city. Do you want to co with to greet him? Oh, and can I ride your Three-headed Dog?”
“Try it if you’re not afraid of being bitten to death by Sanchez.”
Mummy Girl bristled at the thought of that damned vampire wanting to ride her beloved Three-headed Dog, and she scread:
“I’m telling you, your puny body can’t withstand Sanchez’s multiple bites. Although he’s just a pup, his bloodline is noble; his mother is the current king of the Three-headed Dogs, Lord Perseus!
He is the guardian of my ntor’s Netherworld.
Back then, your reckless girlfriend was almost bitten to death by Lord Perseus! If you dare bully Sanchez, beware of every cold wind blowing at your back.”
“Alright, alright, I won’t ride it, don’t be mad.”
Murphy spread his wings and hovered in mid-air, waiting for Mummy Girl to board her Three-headed Dog chariot.
But Sanchez had already gone off to nap, so Nifytelli didn’t disturb her companion. Instead, she pulled out a strange crystal, rubbed it a few tis, and tossed it to the ground. With a buzzing sound, the crystal quickly lted, and simultaneously, a large, round beetle-like insect appeared before her.
The insect was clearly trained.
It was large in size.
It had a beautiful black and gold shell and terrifying pincer-like mouthparts, with black spikes like a War Halberd on its head, resembling an enlarged long-horned beetle, with the pointed tip stretching over three ters from tail to head. On its folded wings were eerie moon patterns.
A very beautiful and majestic saddle was secured on its body, with a small golden crown fixed with special techniques on its head. Accompanying the saddle were two flags, one with the emblem banner of the Death Moon and the other with peculiar patterns likely symbolizing Nifytelli’s Bo Lineage.
Such patterns adorned Nifytelli’s robe as well.
“Is this insect… a Holy Beetle?”
Murphy curiously watched as Nifytelli climbed onto the saddle confidently, grabbed the reins, and guided the beetle into flight with a buzzing sound. He asked:
“I’ve heard the Sanghai People love the Holy Beetle. Each adult tribesperson supposedly has one of their own, serving as both transportation and combat partner?”
“Yes, Holy Beetles are the best friends of the Sanghai People!”
Mummy Girl said proudly:
“My Holy Beetle ‘PengPeng’ was the champion in the Holy Beetle Championship forty-five years ago! See its crown? That’s its symbol of being a ‘Champion insect.'”
“In fact, PengPeng was supposed to die with and be reborn as a more powerful Dead Moon Sacred Beetle in the Netherworld. But I couldn’t bear to let it follow into the tomb, so three days before I succumbed to illness, I secretly released it into the desert.
In the end, this silly thing stayed by my tomb until six years later when I was chosen as an apprentice by my ntor, and it joyfully accompanied once again.
PengPeng’s lifespan is nearing its end.
Perhaps in a few years, it will enter the Netherworld and stay with forever.”
“Did you die of illness?”
Murphy whispered:
“I thought you volunteered to join the Death Moon Sect.”
“I wasn’t healthy since childhood, always dreaming about many things in the Netherworld. My father invited Priests to see , and they said I was born chosen by death, destined to return to the Netherworld and be reborn.”
Talking about her death, Nifytelli didn’t seem too sad. She spoke with a carefree, straightforward tone:
“Just as the Priests predicted, I passed away at the age of twenty-four, never even having fallen in love—how pitiful. Then, six years after my death, I was personally revived by my ntor. On the day I beca a Mummy Priest, my tribe celebrated , and my parents saw as the hope for revitalizing our tribe.”
“You must know, our tribe used to be one of the sixty-six families that had an audience with the creator, which is quite prestigious. Unfortunately, three hundred years ago, we were implicated in a betrayal by the damnable Mamluk Military Faction.”
“Alas, my mind is not fit for politics, and my ntor doesn’t allow to get involved with the complicated relationships between Pharaohs and the Pharaoh King. I really don’t know how to revive my tribe.”
“Ah, this is simple!”
Murphy’s eyes lit up, and he said:
“Give a drop of your blood if you still have it, and I can introduce so outsiders to enter this world as warriors of the Bo Tribe. When they perform legendary deeds, you can use the tribe’s na to proclaim their greatness.
“Look, your tribe gains imnse reputation without any sacrifice. Isn’t that a wonderful thing?”
“Huh, huh, huh!”
Mummy Girl exclaid:
“You have so devious ideas… But, to be honest, it seems quite feasible! Do you really only need a few drops of blood? Our tradition is to keep a bottle of blood in the tomb; I carry it with .”
“Yes, just wait and see. Of course, you’ll need to lead these outsiders. I an, if they cause trouble, you’ll have to take responsibility for them. But with your formidable background… hey, it’s a small favor.”
Ps:
The fan value has been maxed out, but this “wandering AI” issue still can’t be resolved. I’ve instructed the operations officer to prepare to ban these shaless bastards who ca out of nowhere. Sigh, I know technological advancents are good, but I never expected it to be used for this…
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