616: 211.
Damn, Origin!
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【10/15】_3 616: 211.
Damn, Origin!
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【10/15】_3 Your arrival heralds my freedom!
Murphy, my brother.
Finally, I can stop worrying.
You can take those people away and I will find a way to escape.
I know Dusk won’t let go that easily,
but it doesn’t matter!
As long as you let go, I can find my own way to survive.”
“How did you communicate with them?”
Murphy didn’t confirm nor deny, instead he asked:
“Are their people still in Transylvania?”
“You!
What are you going to do?”
Zivig was terrified.
He grabbed his face and scread:
“No, I can’t reveal.
It’s a topic that cannot be ntioned!”
This answer made Murphy laugh.
He pulled a scorpion lion’s tail stinger from the bag of psychic energy stress balls at his fingertip and approached Zivig like a ghost.
He gripped Zivig’s head and smashed it onto the stone table.
As Zivig’s head split open, blood splattering around, his screaming left hand was pulled onto the table.
As the scorpion’s stinger was lifted, his blood-drenched index finger flew off.
“You still have nine fingers left!”
With Zivig shrieking like a slaughtered pig, Murphy softly said in a gentle tone:
“You can refuse nine more tis.
You have plenty of ti.
After all, it will take so ti for to erect the cross of solar punishnt.
We can continue this ga.
Now, I need your answer.
Answer !!!”
“No, he’s not there!
He has never been to Transylvania!”
Zivig scread:
“He has so kind of sorcery that can temporarily manipulate others like puppets.
That’s how I contacted him and received orders every ti.
I don’t even know whether it’s him or her or even it!
From Salockdale’s death till now, he hasn’t reappeared!
I feel like I’ve been abandoned.
But they threatened , they said there is so kind of covenant on my body.
As long as I dare to abandon my mission, I will die miserably.
I don’t want that!
Murphy, spare !
It’s not my fault, I am a victim too!
We are brothers!
We have the sa elder, please!
Please let see Lady Cui Si at least.”
“I’m no longer a descendant of Cui Si and I think you might not be either.
I don’t want to add to Cui Si’s ntal burden.”
Murphy whispered in Zivig’s ear:
“So save your efforts trying to relate.
Who is the person you’re in contact with?
How does he notify you for the rendezvous?”
“Origin!
He’s called ‘Origin’!
It’s definitely a code.”
Zivig was even more terrified.
He hurriedly spilled all sorts of information, but Murphy didn’t listen.
He was using his Desire Ability to listen to the inner voice of Zivig’s soul.
Words can deceive, but the soul cannot, especially when it is enveloped in fear, like an open treasure box waiting for Murphy’s perusal.
“Crack”
Murphy kicked open a hidden compartnt in this cavernous area, revealing a pearl bracelet glowing in the dark.
This was the psychic item Zivig used to contact the mysterious “Origin”.
But just as he claid, it hadn’t been activated since Salockdale’s death.
“Stop your wild speculations, Mr.
Zivig.”
Murphy cautiously wrapped the pearl bracelet in three handkerchiefs and picked it up, tossing it into the bag of psychic energy.
He turned around and said to Zivig, clutching his wounded hand:
“You are as good as dead!
There won’t be any path left for you, not in this world or any other!
However, there is a difference between death and death.
When a mont of pain is prolonged into a horrifying length of ti, those who think they have firm determination often find that they are not as strong as they imagined.
“You’re not exactly a tough guy, so stop doing things that bring trouble upon yourself!”
Murphy’s left hand was active, and the dreadfully grim Dark Night Claw extended from his fingers.
He spoke to the despairing Zivig:
“Talk, say sothing I might find interesting to ease your quick journey to admit your sins in this life to the Midnight Mother.”
“I…
I actually have heard about you, Murphy!”
Zivig realized that his life was coming to an end.
His terrified expression turned vicious.
He lay in the corner of the cave, holding onto a wound with broken fingers, his vampire fangs sticking out, looking fierce and brutal like a cornered wild dog.
He yelled out:
“I’ve been hiding in Cardman City for over a year, I’ve heard all about you and Cui Si!
You’re no saint.
You’re just infatuated with Cui Si’s beauty, ha, I’ve seen this kind of thing plenty of tis!
But you won’t get what you want!
Murphy, oh Murphy, the seeds of disaster that Lady Cui Si inadvertently planted in her past life will eventually germinate, she will once again beco the Scarlet Witch who shocks the entire continent!
She won’t belong to anyone…
As for you!
You’re nothing more than an insignificant fool ddling in things beyond your control, let tell you, I am not the only surviving descendant of Cui Si!
They…
no, we!
We will not allow you to monopolize Cui Si!
Don’t you even think about it!
Our elders have a great mission to fulfill for her, and you can’t stop it!
And you’re trying to keep her by your side?
Ha, the disaster of Cardman City has given the witch her freedom.
She will take flight and embark on her path to divinity…
You!
You can’t stop it!”
“Pfft”
The Dark Night Claw darted forward to grasp the lying vampire’s heart in its hands.
Zivig’s villainy seed barely worth ntioning in the face of death, causing him to howl in terror once again:
“No, don’t!
Please!”
“So, who else is among ‘you’?”
Murphy stared at him.
His eyes were frighteningly lit with crimson light.
He said in a low voice:
“I can’t wait to et my other ‘brothers and sisters’, tell , who else is there?”
“Charldo Harbor!
In Charldo Harbor, that place…
No!
No!
Don’t!!!”
Zivig cried out.
But it seed he had triggered sothing.
The Netherworld Curse was activated, causing Murphy to feel a chilling sensation invading from the Dark Night Claw plunged into Zivig’s chest.
He imdiately retracted his claw, but before his eyes, Zivig scread and twisted his body.
Visible traces of eerie Netherworld energy constantly shot up, eventually engulfing his entire body and soul with the power of death.
“Charldo Harbor…
Lower city…
Witch…
Witch Cafe…”
Zivig had understood his fate.
In his final monts of consciousness, he agonizingly spat out a place na to Murphy.
“Boom”
The vampire’s body exploded with spiritual energy, amidst the filthy eruption of flesh and blood, a grim reaper-like spirit wielding a filthy bone scythe and wearing tattered shadowy clothes was summoned.
This was clearly the effect of the “Netherworld Curse”.
The ghastly skeletal eyes were flashing with a crimson glow, staring intently at Murphy before it.
It raised its scythe with a roar, apparently not intending to let Murphy, who had heard the secret, leave alive.
“Witch Cafe, Charldo Harbor, Origin…
good!”
Murphy drew the incessantly buzzing Demon Sword and set it in the starting position of the Psychic Secret Swordsmanship Skill from the Necro Blood Clan.
In a low voice, he said:
“The clues seem to have been cut off, but that’s alright, I will find you.
Ah, that madman Palano was right, I really did pick the toughest Midnight Rose for myself.
But what does that matter?
To monopolize beauty, you must shed so blood.
But you don’t have blood, dear, so leaving behind your bones will do…”
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