Murphy managed to push Bloodthirsty to such profound depths, proving that he still chose to use the vampire’s Origin power as the core during the rging process.
This gave Triss so relief; with vampires’ combat style of devouring life to replenish themselves, coupled with the immortal attributes she shared with Murphy, even in this scenario of prolonged siege, as long as he isn’t killed in one hit, Murphy can persist for longer with ’breath recovery’.
Triss looked up to the sky.
It was noon, but the sky was dark with no sunlight pouring down, like it was covered with an unsettling blood-red glow.
This was caused by The Master of Hunting rapidly consuming ’nourishnt’ in the material world, inflating and materializing a normally invisible divine field to this extent, proving that this place is becoming a tightly connected area between The Master of Hunting and the material world.
As the Crimson Witch studied divine mysteries, she could accurately assess the increasing difficulty in purifying this divine field.
Of course, it wasn’t only Triss who noticed this.
"Boom"
A sound of explosion from below ground indicated the gnolls had once again dug through the ground.
Those frenzied engineer soldiers didn’t even have ti to place explosives on the ground; choosing to detonate at the mont of breach instead, the kinetic energy from underground collapsed a large circle of trenches, dragging a dragon knight walking above into the depths.
The area where Murphy was also got crushed, pulling him towards the earth.
But in the next mont, blood wings expanded triply, allowing Murphy to step on the dragon knight’s fallen shell, flickering skyward, using the gigantic crossed red wings as blades in a high-speed spinning slash to kill and shred the wolf people who tried to seize the opportunity to decapitate him.
He activated Crimson Ability to transform the overwhelming blood spirit into flying long spears, performing the classic move of the Piercing Lord; the next instant, nurous blood spears pierced from underground, hanging everything within 50 ters around him on ’crimson street lamps’.
If Murphy’s sense of humor were still intact, he’d likely call this move ’The Capitalist Disaster’.
This strike cleared the accumulated blood spirit allowing Murphy to be temporarily lucid; he waved his hand to invoke the Graveblade Guardsman’s talent, summoning a vast number of resentful spirits from the corpses to howl outwards, helping fend off enemies, and summoned back George who had transford into a ’Blood Wolf’ and Reveno who had dug out at least a few hundred eyeballs to shield him, giving him a chance to catch his breath.
During this precious respite, Murphy raised his head; his eyes remained red, but his sanity returned, prompting Triss to instantly flicker to the ground, she worriedly looked at him, about to speak, but was stopped by Murphy’s gesture.
"You shouldn’t be here anymore. Have Kudell take over; his lee fighter style complents mine better for holding the front line. Our Civilian Protection Officer is undergoing his own golden trial; although I don’t know which progression route he’s chosen, I think the battle here will definitely be beneficial for his future."
Murmured Murphy hoarsely.
The voice was cold, devoid of emotion; a common condition during Bloodthirsty, suppressing vampire emotions to the lowest during blood hunger to better hunt.
"You want to leave you at this mont?"
Triss shook her head and said:
"I must also use spiritual energy here to counter the opposing priest’s spells, otherwise this ground would have been flattened by teors. Without adequate explosives, they have gone back to old thods, yet those are equally fatal."
"No, you must move to the rear."
Murphy tossed out the necessary evil, letting the Devil’s Blade autonomously kill enemies, while switching the universal device to hovering cannon mode for continuous firing; he seized this gap to say to Triss:
"Old Qin leveraged the cent channel to invite the Knight of Liwen here to perform the divine purifying intervention of the Eastern Holy Spirit; she has been preparing at the rear for several hours, but Ao’s purifying power has yet to arrive.
The divine field here cannot beco any thicker; given the distance from Kalem Ancient Country, LiWen isn’t the actual chosen one, the power of Ao might have only one opportunity to be unleashed through her.
I must ensure that power is used at the most crucial mont. Breaking this divine field has now beco the top priority; as long as The Master of Hunting’s absorption continues unabated, these wolf people will keep going mad.
You are the person I trust most!
I can only entrust this mission to you, Triss."
He stretched out his hand, gently touching Triss’s hair with the cold glowing bloody hand armor, murmuring:
"Go, shoulder your responsibility as the second dog planner of the developnt team..."
"Oh, still capable of making such wicked developer jokes; it seems you’re far from insanity."
Triss huffed, said:
"How’s the power rging progress? How much longer needed? I’ve never seen anyone’s silver trial have such a lengthy rging phase as yours."
"Almost done; I eliminated so imperfect interpretations but preserved the original concept."
Murphy’s left hand ford a virtual grip, assembling a slender spiritual energy cross-blade battle knife from blood spirit, his figure flickered forward, like a shadow striking down a wolf person impaled by necessary evil a dozen ters away, flickered back in the next instant, dispersing the knife in his hand, saying:
"Since the conceptual frawork is clear, it’s just boring entry aggregation from here on; grant a bit more ti; my knights have another six hours to return to Transylvania; I shall strive to complete the mainline NPC power enhancent before their return."
"Alright, take care of yourself then."
Triss left a kiss on Murphy’s forehead, turned around using a teleportation spell to directly transport herself to the rear of the position.
The knife technique Murphy just showcased had terrifyingly detailed nuances; from it, she discerned the shadow walker of the Thorn Clan and blood hunting tactics of the Blood Fear Clan, possibly mixed with chaotic technique usage insights provided by players, further supplented by the piercing of the Blood Vulture Sword Technique and the shimring maneuvers of the shadow elves.
A true mishmash!
Hmm, as described by Murphy, this scenario might be fittingly called a patchwork monster.
Patch!
Everything can be patched!
As Triss swiftly moved towards the rear where the ritual communicating with the Eastern Holy Spirit was ongoing, she thought, if patching sufficiently could enable Murphy to lead Transylvania to cut a thorny path, then her little darling would likely unhesitatingly patch every power she encountered into his hands.
After all, becoming the perfect patchwork monster is itself a remarkable talent.
"When will the Holy Spirit’s Power descend?"
Triss approached, standing before the ritual shimring with blue water light, asked the kneeling Knight of Liwen, who opened one eye, revealing those srizing serpent-like jade pupils.
She...
No, He said:
"I have arrived here, only awaiting the opening of the Hall of Valor; the Fire of World’s Purification shall cleanse impurity."
Triss paused for a mont, then imdiately bent forward respectfully responding:
"Welco your arrival, Holy Spirit Supre; your presence uplifts these humble walls."
Triss internally scoffed at how her little Mo Fei’s influence was indeed trendous; she initially thought at most they could invite down divine power from the Eastern Holy Spirit, yet to her surprise, once Murphy called, the Holy Spirit actually self-descended.
Given the Knight of Liwen’s ’half-dragon lady’ state, it’s certainly impossible for her to perfectly channel the Holy Spirit’s will, aning Ao had brought provisions himself to assist his little Mo Fei.
Wow, befitting as Lord Administrator, this treatnt... is unmatched!
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