My players are so fierce

Chapter 1037 1035. If you don’t speak, I will laugh at you severely.

Facts have proved that Dusk is indeed a professional villain group, and their professionalism is quite high. They said they gave Gehrman Bonegnasher a jar of elixir, but it turned out that the thing actually had some kind of weird "immortality".

After being continuously hit head-on by a supernova burning blast from the Doom Guard prototype hand-made by the Creator, and hit right in the vital point by a warhammer wrapped in the Omega Program, the Bone-Gnawer King, who had entered the "second stage", used an "unscathed" method. "The posture of a strong man, with his neck tilted and folded at 90°, stared at Murphy with his eyes arranged up and down.

There was something strange and familiar shining in the black eyes.

Through that layer of black light, Murphy seemed to have returned to the glimpse he had in the shadow of a certain subspace in the scattered illusion when he first entered the restricted area of ​​the swamp for identity verification.

"It turns out it was you who took the call yourself."

Murphy said softly:

"Your Excellency Original Sin, how is the situation on the subspace battlefield today?"

“The Creator’s Dog!”

Faced with the polite "Say hello next door", the subspace shadow, which has no style or quality, chose to respond with the local swear words of the subspace. Instead of speaking, it reflected its own meaning in Murphy's heart through spiritual projection.

The moment the boss "spoke", in the center of the battlefield, except for Murphy, who was protected by the Omega program, and Penny, who had become a mechanical mind, the San value of the remaining players around them bottomed out instantly, and they were disconnected on the spot. At the same time, the psychic energy that made up its body was also torn apart and reorganized in a crude and simple way, turning into weird twisted monsters that screamed and pounced on the confused players around them.

"This is how the second phase turns out! The main NPCs can resist the big monsters, and we can just fight the small monsters. Come on! The real PVP begins!"

Cheers of joy rang out from the crowd, and the Midnight Faction's iconic "Blood Spiritual Rasengan" hit the face of the roaring Chaos Shark. The war resumes.

But the confusion of the players did not disturb the seemingly short but actually long exchange between Lord Original Sin and the "Creator's Dog", Lord Murphy.

"Looking at our previous dealings, I won't care about your foul language."

Murphy withdrew the war hammer and pushed the Omega Program into the halo posture in an inspiring posture, making the whole person face the filthy things in the subspace in front of him and form a posture wearing a corona, due to the contact between the purifying energy and the body. The formed fly ash surrounds the light corona, like fine feathers of light forming dust-like fragments of light.

He stood between the Shadow of Original Sin, the little player and even the entire world. At the moment when his wings spread, he said in a stern tone:

"Go back! Go back to the sewer where you belong! This world guarded by the Creator is not a place for you to run wild."

"This is my world!!! He is the intruder!"

The dark roar in the spiritual battlefield was like a strong wind, making Murphy's long hair fly, and with the roar of original sin, a series of fast-cut scenes flashed in front of Murphy's eyes.

He saw a group of people leading the resistance of the living in a mass extinction sweeping the world.

He saw the desperate protesters making the worst preparations and plans after failing again and again.

He saw the rebels "cutting" the essence areas from the wreckage of dead worlds and bringing them back to the empty stars.

He saw them painstakingly piece together the fragments of death and failure into an ugly suture.

Taking the ruins as the body and time as the thread, we turn resistance into glue and leave hope to the future.

However, they brought back not only samples of the worlds that died in the "mass extinction", but also projections of the despair and pain of those worlds when they perished.

In the process of weaving the world, these dark things were integrated into one. Finally, at the moment when the "refuge" was built, a huge spiritual body representing loss and despair quietly appeared.

It is the imprint of the world's past, it is the indifferent reflection of the future.

It is "original sin."

The sin of failure, the sin of brokenness and the sin of forgetting.

It was born and grew together with this world, carrying the regrets of the old world to protect the faltering progress of the new world. Until the day when this land is strong enough to walk alone, all the regrets and pain about the past will be healed and dissipated. .

This was part of the plan.

However, one day an extraterrestrial visitor interrupted all this. Murphy saw the figure in the light stepping here. Although he could not see his face or figure, he could only see the light. But he knew it was the Creator.

The guy who calls himself [DATA EXPUNGED].

He also has a plan for this world

The advancement and implementation of Eden District, the Returners, and the Great Recovery, all seemingly beautiful things, are based on a departure from the past.

"He robbed my world! He erased my existence! He denied my meaning. Everything he brought was beautiful, but that is not what this world needs! He is an invader! And you, the invader, are helping others running dog!!!"

Original Sin's roar full of contempt and anger aroused echoes in Murphy's heart, and it also allowed Murphy to understand from the source the starting point of the long-lasting grudge between "Original Sin", the unique subspace shadow, and the Creator.

This guy isn't trying to destroy the world.

What it wants to destroy is everything that the Creator left here, to return this place to its original state, and then go back to it according to the original recovery plan.

Of course, all current civilizations on the continent, except for the Songhai people, are basically "traces" left by the Creator. In other words, the operation of original sin is not much different from the real annihilation of the world. Murphy does not believe it. This guy would be open to indigenous people like the Songhai people.

After all, the people of Songhai have openly worshiped the Creator for more than a thousand years, isn’t there a saying that goes well?

The second devil is always more hateful than the real devil. Well, although it sounds weird, from the perspective of original sin, this metaphor has no problem at all.

However, the real problem is that Murphy himself belongs to the "traces of the Creator" category. Why does he still look at the problem from the perspective of original sin?

"I guess you want to persuade me to 'abandon the darkness and turn to the light'? But unfortunately, seeing all this with my own eyes only confirmed to me that you are a lunatic who must be dealt with."

Murphy whispered:

"Just to compete for the so-called 'legitimacy', you ruthlessly destroyed the golden era that was about to prosper, completely destroyed the world environment that was nearly completed, and caused chaos in the inheritance of civilization for thousands of years, and countless people died as a result.

The Creator did make a mistake!

That He didn't deal with you right away was the worst thing that bastard did!

damn thing!

Die! "

"boom"

The claw-splitting warhammer wrapped in the power of Omega stepped forward and struck. In the collision of white and black, it destroyed and defeated the body of the "one-time Chaos God Chosen" Gehrman as the carrier of original sin. The aura of Yu subspace exploded, trying to involve everything around him in chaos, but was pinned down by the Omega program that erupted again.

Murphy didn't actually need to hit the decisive blow.

Gehrman's life form is completely unable to withstand the devastation of the power of original sin. It is like a flame that is lit to the end. When it is extinguished, the firewood will be burned into ashes of wandering.

Murphy guessed it was supposed to be a trap.

Dusk created the Chaos God's Chosen with the intention of severely defrauding the civilized camp. If Murphy had not formatted the legacy left by the Creator and left Dusk internally in a panic, then it would definitely not be just Herman and Chaos who appeared here at this time. Vanguard, and certainly all the villains from the Twilight Organization.

By then, the army of the civilized camp that came to rescue the Plantagenets would be severely defeated and sink into the sand.

As for who this trap is targeting.

Needless to say?

Of course it is the invincible Lord Paying, but could it be Murphy?

When the slave owner handed the elixir to Hermann, he didn't expect Murphy to solve the problem in Port Chardeau so quickly.

A failed ambush and an abandoned trap accidentally produced an unexpected effect on Murphy.

"I never tried to persuade you, Murphy, Hand of the Creator, one of the Invaders."

In the flesh and blood of Gehrman's collapse and death, the chaotic rift opened in his body quietly closed, and the murmur of original sin echoed in Murphy's heart like a farewell.

it says:

"The twilight moment that burns all things will eventually come, and all things will sleep in the quiet and beautiful night of death. When they wake up, the balance between the future and the past will be reversed, and you and the 'pollution' you brought are not among them!"

"boom"

The world in front of Murphy returned to reality at this moment.

The chaotic foreign objects that were shaped behind him also collapsed like black quicksand, and were blown up by a gust of wind in the sun without leaving any trace. It was as if everything that just happened was just a dream, but all the bones lying in front of him were gone. The shattered, lifeless Gehrman Bone-Gnaw represented that everything just now was real.

Using this trap that had been abandoned by Dusk, Original Sin appeared here and had a conversation with him.

Well, it might be more appropriate to speak harshly, but it did clear up some of Murphy's doubts and made him more determined.

"Gu kill me, please."

Gehrman Grinding Bones, who was like a ball of rotten flesh, prayed with difficulty.

Just now, it had experienced an execution that was more terrifying than death. Even if it was just a "call" from the boss, it had already reached a desperate situation of mental and physical collapse.

However, the presence of Original Sin in person, even just the projection of consciousness, is enough to bring many subtle changes to Gehrman. For example, its current race has changed from gnolls to "chaos creatures", and the weird elixir has immortality. are also retained.

In other words, Dusk didn't lie to it.

You can indeed avoid death if you drink this stuff.

But I guess this is not the kind of "immortality" that Herman wants.

If Murphy or others don't help it, it will have to maintain this cage of rotten flesh and its consciousness that has been completely shattered until the day the world is destroyed. Tsk, it makes people shudder just thinking about it, but it is even more sad. The thing is, original sin did not further transform it.

This shows that even the Chaos Shadow, who is not afraid of meat and vegetables, does not look down on guys like Gehrman Gnasher.

Alas, it's so pathetic for a guy who doesn't even have any use value.

"Seriously man, I've never heard such a weird request in my life, but you're welcome!"

"boom"

In Murphy's mute words, the claw-splitting warhammer entwined with omega power and purple lightning slammed down hard.

Using the power of purification to collide and annihilate the chaotic aura of rotten flesh, Gehrman let out a wail of relief in the pain of burning fire, and also allowed the second bone-gnawing descendant to end his military life without any regrets. What a terrible life.

To be honest, if its position were exchanged with Xu Gesen's, I am afraid that Xu Gesen would have led the Bone-gnawing clan into the Fog City by now, hanged King Louis, and captured the Queen alive.

Oh, what a shame.

"Who was that just now?"

Penny, a robot that was obviously too strong, would whisper in a calm but "cowardly" voice:

"My message perception module was overloaded just now. I can sense that you had a communication with a surreal being."

"Well, maybe you should use 'business exchanges between your current boss and your former boss' to describe it more appropriately."

Murphy glanced at her, picked up the Clawsplitter warhammer, turned around and waved to the cheering players, then spread his wings and rushed into the sky, leaving only a teasing sentence:

"Asking everything will only hurt you, and wanting to know everything will only lead you astray. Ignorance is bliss, child. Also, remember what I just said, the only way to salvation is action."

——

"Thank you for your support, Lord Paying. My warriors and I would like to express our sincerest gratitude and greetings to you."

On the battlefield full of corpses and flames in the muddy highlands, Marshal Loren, whose armor was covered with scars, hugged a piece of his deflated battle helmet and handed the curled-edged marshal's battle ax to his guard. He was obviously exhausted to death. I still thank Lord Paying in front of me with the most solemn etiquette.

The Millennium Lord, who wielded the Holy Spear and fought his way through the Chaos Evil Formation, killing at least a thousand Chaos monsters with his own hands, nodded coldly. He glanced at the exhausted warriors behind the Marshal and asked:

"How many of you are left?"

"Less than imagined, but more than annihilation."

Marshal Loren showed a complicated smile and said tiredly:

"Eighty thousand people can get back 60,000 alive, but at least 5,000 people have to retire and go home after this battle. Without you, we will lose more. The jackals may have the head of a defeated dwarf among their trophies. Some jackal kid used it as a urinal.

But thanks to you, they will never have this chance. "

"I'm sorry for your casualties, but Marshal, this is not the time to rest."

Lord Paying pointed to the north and said concisely:

"According to the reliable information sent by our shark friends, the murlocs of the Dagon Secret Cult have sneaked into the water systems of Lake Shurpos and the Cadman River, and the Dorode Fortress behind is also facing a series of risks.

The Dagon fish-men reproduce at an alarming rate. With the help of that lake and the surrounding water sources, they are likely to spread throughout the entire Old World in a short period of time.

Whether you can stop them will directly affect the long-term stability of the Plantagenet Kingdom, so you have a lot of work to do next.

The Wolfsbane Clan will help, but they also need to rest. In addition, for today's battle, in addition to thanking me, you also need to thank others.

Especially Murphy."

Lord Pa Ying saw a visibly awkward look on the face of the dwarf marshal in front of him after hearing the name. He shook his head and said:

"I will not intervene or comment on the grudge between the Pioneer Legion and Transia, but I know that dwarves have always been a race that repays favors. Therefore, before you leave the Genoa Peninsula, you should meet with the most outstanding young talents among our vampires. Above.

You know, ownership of the ruins of the Brass Fortress is a rather sensitive issue.

As one of the most vocal people among the dwarves in the human camp, you cannot escape this problem, and for this, Murphy has a complete and effective solution that he can discuss with you. I will tell you here.

There are still Chaos Gnolls on the loose, and I need to make sure they don't cause more trouble, so I won't waste your time.

Goodbye, Your Excellency Marshal. "

The Lord ended with his trademark polite yet distant farewell, and left this muddy highland under the escort of Knight Palano and Lord Yvette, the leader of Sese. The former was lamenting the beauty of courage in this deadly battle. , and the latter moved her waist somewhat uncomfortably. Just now she gave her underwear to a handsome human major and asked the latter to have a "communication about life" tonight.

Marshal Loren sighed, sat on the corpse of a Chaos Gnoll quite irritably and took out his dwarf pipe. After taking a few puffs of smoke, he decided to face this meeting that would definitely embarrass him.

The Millennium Lord is right. Dwarves always repay their kindness, which is the main reason why they can thrive in human society.

Who doesn’t like a grateful alien friend?

Oh, except for Indians with cold scalps.

"Soros! Come here, you and I go to meet that vampire bitch. Ahem, I mean Governor Murphy. Dress decently. He is our benefactor."

Marshal Loren shouted in a dwarf voice, stood up with a pipe in his mouth, and in the next second he pulled out the dwarf gun from his waist, aimed at the filthy tentacles that quietly crawled out of the corpse behind him, and pulled the trigger.

With a loud bang, the flesh and blood tentacles were burned to powder by the gold-burning fire.

"Young man, who are you ambushing? You really thought I couldn't find it!"

The very angry dwarf marshal cursed fiercely, loaded bullets in his hand gun and put it back into the holster. He originally thought that he would probably not need this thing when he met Murphy and was going to hand it to the guard, but then he thought about it. , better bring it with you.

Well, just in case.