My players are so fierce

Chapter 842 841. As expected, no one can survive in this troubled continent until now.

Murphy made a promise that is currently impossible to fulfill.

He only has this set of Warmaster-level power armor on hand. This is the twentieth birthday gift he was looking for for himself. Of course, he cannot just give it to the players.

But Handsome Murphy doesn't feel guilty about this. He is not deceiving his innocent and lovely players.

Eden is deeply analyzing the information in the Farstrider ruins database. Although the specific coordinates have not yet been obtained, Murphy has received certain information before setting off to enter the battlefield. There is also an Eden District Management Committee in the Underdark. Subordinate military control zones exist.

The original destination of the transport airship that crashed in the ruins was there.

In other words, if the prototype of the power armor can be found in the ruins, then there is a high probability that similar things can be found in the official military locations in the Eden District. Lord Paying said before that there are hidden objects in the Underdark. Many Eden District official warehouses.

The big explosion at the end of the Golden Age reshaped the surface of the entire world, but its impact on the underground world was not as great as the surface, so it can be said that this is solid news.

The young players will definitely want to go to that place later. Villanse has begun to issue side quests of "Mejeva's Past Time" to those who have raised her personal reputation to "Admiration".

The destination of that mission is Medjeva City in the Eternal Rift Valley, and its first step is to help the fate-weaver girl return to her destroyed hometown.

The Eternal Rift is the area where the Underdark connects with the surface. As long as players reach there, it means they are not far from the power armor rewards they crave.

Furthermore, Murphy only promised to give rewards, but he did not mean that he must deliver sets of power armor hands to players.

I think the cute little players should be aware that this level of reward is most likely just a starting task issued by the main line NPC. It is still very difficult to get the final reward. From accepting the task to getting the reward The whole process is called a "game experience" by Murphy, the dog planner.

As a dog planner who is well versed in player psychology, Murphy mobilized the morale of the players with a promise at the end of this fierce battlefield, which was a perfect ending to the raid. On his first appearance, Warmaster Armed himself gained an easier victory than imagined.

Of course, the most important thing right now is to quickly return to the Farstrider ruins and remove this thing from yourself.

It's not that the power armor is bad, the internal suspension of this thing is very good, making Murphy feel like he is in a warm and comfortable biological cabin. He feels that he can even sleep comfortably in this thing.

The main reason why it had to be dismantled quickly was that the Warmaster's weapons were only prototypes.

As we all know, prototypes are built regardless of cost, but due to immature technology, there will always be problems of one kind or another. Just after he crushed the bone-crushing Overseer's skull very coolly just now, Murphy was embarrassed to discover the power system of his handsome big toy. A transmission failure has occurred.

This is most likely a chain reaction caused by the extreme high-altitude fall just now in pursuit of the appearance effect.

It doesn't mean that your big baby is broken. It can only be said that this thing is just like a car. It cannot be in perfect condition after you buy it. You always need to make in-depth adjustments to make it perfectly suitable for your fighting style.

Therefore, in general terms, the first battle feeling hidden in the thick armor was very satisfying.

"Hogg, Old Senk has blocked the path of the Whiptail Clan's servant army. Go over there and make arrangements."

When being hugged by the players and leaving the battlefield, Murphy did not forget to remind Xian Lang:

"I will leave here early tomorrow morning, finish the conversation with Old Singer as soon as possible tonight, and persuade the Whiptail clan to defect, if it doesn't understand the general situation."

"I understand, Master."

Xian Lang responded through the built-in communication of the power armor:

"Chief Singh has been blessed by the Creator with the blessing of longevity. He has taken away the rewards of loyalty in advance. Now it is time for him to perform his duties. If he is not willing, then he will have to live a few more years for himself. Ten years of paying the same price.

However, Master, is there really no need to pursue Gehrman Bone-Gnasher?

With the destructive power of your Warmaster and my Wise Wolf's two sets of Creator Arms, the assassination we personally carry out is not impossible to succeed. The only difficulty lies in positioning. "

"No, let it go, Gehrman Bonegnasher is not our trouble."

Murphy responded decisively:

"Furthermore, even if we kill Gehrman at this time, the will of the Lord of the Hunt is still controlling the Jackals. It is destined that the Black Disaster will enter the Genoa Peninsula. We cannot waste time on this attempt.

Hogg, our next target is a god. Let the wars in the world be resolved by human warriors. "

"Well, your thinking is as wise as ever. I will go immediately to carry out your will."

Xian Lang responded meekly.

Murphy nodded and glanced at the battlefield again. He gave new orders to the players who were constantly taking pictures and trying to touch the power armor, asking them to participate in the collection of loot and then return to the Farstrider under the escort of the Grand Duke's guards. In the ruins.

A message had been sent to Transia a few hours ago.

Captain Paula will personally drive two airships flying here from Scarlet Castle. With the speed of the airships, they will arrive nearby at most tomorrow morning, and then start the intense work of transporting the loot.

Murphy needed the weapons and equipment in this ruin to be sent to the Maginot Line to defend the victory he was determined to win.

But when Handsome Murphy returned to the ruins, he was shocked to find that the conversation between Tris and General Philosil hadn't ended yet. How long had it been and the two women were still talking?

Depend on!

Are you really going to have a duel?

Driven by this strange idea, Murphy returned to the underground arsenal, dismantled the power armor, and immediately rushed to the area where Tris was. Bonnie led him the way, but along the way, the girl kept hesitating and hesitated to speak. Murphy was very surprised. Finally, after walking around an edge corridor, Handsome Murphy asked proactively:

"What's wrong with you today? Just say whatever you want to ask. I feel uncomfortable seeing you hesitating."

"It's about the R-9 base."

Bonnie looked around, then lifted her mask and said to Murphy:

"I know you promised Lina an organ enhancement, and I want to ask you to give me the same enhancement. I need strength!"

"Ah, that's strange."

Murphy raised his eyebrows and said:

"You have been a vampire longer than Tris. You are a vampire from the Sarokdar era. Shouldn't someone as ancient as you keep the tradition? Organ enhancement is not a virtue for us vampires."

"I have been injured in several black disasters. Under normal circumstances, it is almost impossible to obtain the golden supernatural law."

Bonnie pointed to her brain and said:

"The impact of the subspace in the Scarlet Corridor made me go crazy occasionally, but I have sworn to protect Grand Duke Tris, and Kudel is about to break through to gold, so I cannot allow myself to stay at the silver level.

I think if I can't complete the promotion on my own, then it's not impossible to try with the help of external help.

I'm even willing to be a guinea pig

I asked the imprisoned old Flynn at the base, and he told me that he was willing to help me complete this intensive subject, but it might be dangerous and I need your permission. "

"Well, if someone else said this, I would believe it."

Murphy squinted at Bonnie.

Especially on her left cheek, there was a strange mark that had not yet dissipated. It looked like the pattern of a small bat. He said in a long voice:

"Tell me honestly, what do you need power for?"

"Well"

Bonnie lowered her head under Murphy's gaze, and after a few seconds, she pulled down her mask with a bang. It seemed that this action gave her courage, and then she said in a low voice and a little guilty:

"Yvette gave me the ultimate pleasure and then humiliated me. I can't swallow this breath! I want to take revenge and let her taste the power of the Blood Vulture Clan!"

"Hey, don't use your pursuit of power in such a weird place! Bastard."

Murphy almost laughed out of anger.

He knew that there must be a strange reason why Bonnie suddenly begged for power, but if he thought about it carefully, it was not necessarily a bad thing that Bonnie took the initiative to become an experimental subject in the R-9 base.

Now that the base has been taken and there are "talents" like Old Flynn, it is also in Murphy's interest to strengthen the members of the Blood Vulture Clan first when the players currently have no physical bodies and cannot undergo similar surgeries.

Especially a guy like Bonnie who has lived too long and lost her enterprising spirit.

Well, just treat it as waste.

With this in mind, he gave Bonnie permission, and then watched Tris's most trusted guard turn and leave. He complained that Tris should be replaced with a more reliable guard, and then opened the closed door behind him. .

Fortunately, Tris and General Philosil did not fight.

However, the atmosphere in the room was not normal at this time, because Tris was the only one standing, and Felosil was lying on the metal floor and had fallen into a "baby-like" sleep.

"What did you do to her?"

Murphy, who breathed a sigh of relief, walked into the room, took Tris's waist, gently put his head on Tris's shoulder from behind, and glanced at the silver mechanical bow that his wife was playing with. .

He asked, and Tris replied expressionlessly:

"I asked her questions, but she didn't answer well, so I used some tricks. I browsed her memory."

"Let me make sure first, you didn't turn the Forest Prince's brain into a pot of pig brains, right?"

Murphy asked cautiously, Tris shook her head and sighed:

"It's precisely because she has a special status that she can't be harmed, so it took so long. Don't worry, she wasn't harmed, but I didn't get any more useful information. Instead, I got a lot more doubts. This guy is Luna's mother, eh, In a sense it is.”

"I guessed it. Look at these faces that are almost identical. I wouldn't even agree to the fact that they have nothing to do with each other."

Murphy glanced at the Elf Ranger General who was lying on the floor, even snoring very ungracefully. This guy must have been very tired for a while, otherwise it would be impossible to explain her poor sleeping posture at this time.

This is not royal style.

The vampire held Tris's waist and folded his hands on Tris's flat and tight belly. He asked in a low voice:

"But why is it said to be a mother in a sense? Is there a hidden meaning in it?"

"Well, because General Philosil is still a virgin, I just checked."

Cuisi rubbed her forehead and said with an ugly expression:

"There is also a place of creation in the Elf Kingdom. They have inherited part of the forbidden knowledge of the Creator. I can't tell how exactly they did it. There are no clues in Felosil's memory. Either they really don't know, or they have been cleaned up.

In short, Luna is an ‘artificial being’!

And her birth is not an exception. The elves have been conducting similar experiments a long time ago. Fortunately, I have learned relevant knowledge on the Internet in another world, otherwise I would not be able to understand what the elves want to do.

These guys are crazier than we thought.

They are trying to create a 'descendant'!

What's even more terrible is that this matter seems to be recognized by Avalon. Hundreds of years have allowed the elves to make breakthroughs in their experiments. I discovered some indescribable powers in Felosil.

I need to go back to the R-9 base to check her genes with the instruments there."

“You’re not an expert in this area, so leave it to the professionals.”

Murphy's expression suddenly became serious when he heard this situation. He said:

"They should be sending top biologists into Transia soon. This matter can be left to them. What I am most concerned about right now is whether the experiments and results of the elves have been leaked? Why do you hear this? Sounds so familiar?

Did the inspiration for Sarokdar's experiments on Femis come from the elves' research? "

"What do you think?"

Tris rolled her eyes cutely and annoyed, and said:

"If Salokdar hadn't obtained this knowledge and confirmed it to be valid, why would he go crazy and take seventeen family elders to the Avalon Church to steal the divine seeds? He even started a second dark night with the old religion for this. war?

Damn it!

Now I am very suspicious that that knowledge was probably leaked to Sarokdar intentionally by the evil elves, and he was used as a weapon by the elves! "

"Or worse."

Murphy sighed and said:

"The Elf Kingdom is no longer clean. There are members of Dusk among them. It has only been a hundred years since Dusk appeared, so those guys hiding in the Elf Kingdom are the 'predecessors' of Dusk, a group of outstanding cultists.

The most troublesome thing is that the Kingdom of Castile is closed, so we can't find any valuable information at all.

It seems that Shani has to be troubled again.

But there is still a question. If you confirm that Luna is a clone half-elf, who does her paternal gene come from? I think there is a high probability that the elves will not randomly grab a human male on the roadside to conduct such experiments related to the 'gods', right? "

"I don't know. There is a lack of this aspect in Felosil's memory."

"No need to guess, you two.

Luna's paternal gene comes from the Hero King Boris, the most outstanding male in human civilization. Legend has it that the Hero King has an aura that can convince all human warriors and can freely control ice and storms like eating and drinking.

Our druids suspect that the bloodline of the Hero King himself comes from a series of human experiments related to the power of the gods conducted by the servants of the Creator during the Golden Age.

In other words, the Hero King Boris is very likely to be a true ‘descendant of the gods’. "

A calm voice sounded behind Murphy and Tris. General Philosil, who had been snoring just now, sat up as if nothing had happened. She stretched her body and said:

"Luna is a trouble. For you and us, her existence has seriously affected the advancement of the 'Descendants of God' project. The 'Source' faction formed by her has been attacking Cass continuously in the past few years. The facilities of the Kingdom of Dia, I know you are hunting her, we are actually doing the same thing.

So, cooperate, you two. "

"When did you wake up?"

Tris turned back and looked at the Ranger General with an unkind look. The latter raised an eyebrow and asked:

"Do you think your search for memory would have gone so smoothly without my cooperation? Mrs. Tracey, you just said that you found some strange powers in my body. Haven't you ever suspected that I am actually who you said you are?" Goddess'?"

"No, you're not!"

Tris said firmly:

"I am the best theologian on the continent. With my understanding of divine power, I can confirm that you are just a 'semi-finished product'. Your divine reaction can only be used to protect the mind. It is too weak to be used in actual combat. The Elf King still has That’s crazy, he actually used his own sister as a guinea pig!”

"Ah."

Faced with these words, General Philosil made a light nasal voice.

She lowered her head, played with the tips of her naughty hair, and whispered with a few strands of self-deprecation:

"Alas, as a wise being like you, why do you think that the noble King Querion really has a 'sister' who depends on each other for life? So, let me introduce myself again, you two, my name is Felosil Asha Emma Jill.

But that's just the name I've been given.

My real code name is ‘Ashori Experimental Subject No. 0141’, the female clone of King Querion.

Well, I am indeed his 'sister', maybe another him, in a sense. "

Murphy and Tris looked at each other and he said:

"Supposedly, this kind of thing shouldn't be confessed like this when the two parties first meet, right?"

"I intended to fulfill the agreement I made with my brother, to seal this secret forever and take it to the grave where my bones will be buried."

The Ranger General pointed to the sky, and she said helplessly:

"However, Avalon did not agree. Just now, he asked me not to keep any secrets in front of you, and I cannot go against the will of my god. I don't even have a choice in this matter, noble Lord Murphy, The mysterious walker with God.

Please ask.

Next, I will tell you everything I know. "