Astral Traveler [Quick Transmigration]

Duke Enoch fell into a deep sleep, and for a little human being.

When the news spread back to the blood council, many people felt incredible. Their original plan was to get rid of Murphy, and then took advantage of this opportunity to try to curb the Duke's power.

Several blood clan elders were in an uproar for a while:

"The last pureblood fell into a deep sleep, how to ensure the purity of the bloodline?"

"I suggest that this human should be put to death first, as a warning to others, the blood race must never have such an example again!"

"The duke's territory is temporarily sealed, and we need to investigate a successor."

Then they began to discuss what to do with the Duke when he was asleep, and who would "get him"?He is the last pure blood, which means that his blood represents the supreme treasure, any blood will go crazy for a drop of pure blood.

But just as the discussion was in full swing, the door of the parliament was pushed open.

The elders were shocked to find that the person who walked in had a familiar face.They also pressed him on the execution chair to bleed him, discussing how to drain his blood of pleasure.But now, he's back.

Murphy was wearing a black robe, and there was even a slight smile on his pale cheeks.He walked down the stairs calmly, even holding a Siamese cat in his arms, and was looking around uneasily.

"Baby, don't be afraid." Murphy stroked it gently.

The guardians of the parliament surrounded Murphy: "Bold! You dare to break into the parliament. This is a capital offense."

In the surrounding seats, the blood clan elders looked down at this bold new blood clan.

Someone said: "Even if you accept the Duke's first embrace, you are still just a newborn cub. If you dare to break into the parliament, you must be prepared for the death penalty!"

Murphy just looked around, and then said: "To be honest, I had already planned to leave this world, but suddenly I remembered that I haven't dealt with you. Originally, I didn't plan to have any intersection with you. After all, my goal is only Enoch One, but you guys are trying to get your hands on him... that makes me very angry."

The elder laughed back angrily: "Catch him! I will use the sun to kill him!"

The guards accepted the order, but suddenly stopped moving, like a circle of statues surrounding Murphy.

A pair of bloody rings were looming in Murphy's pupils. He raised his hand, and a slender blood snake shot out like lightning, and flew into the elder's neck in an instant.

The blood snake turned into two shackles and firmly restrained his throat. Then, following Murphy's movements, he dragged the elder directly off the seat. He dragged and knocked over countless seats, and finally fell hard on Murphy. on the ground ahead.

Murphy said coldly: "I've lived for a long time, and my temper is good enough. But there are always people who don't want to die...then you die."

As soon as his words fell, the elder didn't even utter a sound, and it instantly exploded into a rain of blood.

The blood exploded like fireworks in mid-air, without staining Murphy's skirt at all.Then they turned into countless thin needles, which exploded outward.

Moments later, the guards surrounding Murphy were all reduced to ashes.

The silence in the venue was terrible, and the elders were all in danger.

Someone shouted: "Come on!"

Someone has hastily turned into a bat and fled outwards.

Murphy withdrew his hand and stroked the cat gently, while looking at the door with a cold gaze - the door slammed shut.

Then he found another seat, sat down casually, and said, "I'll give you a chance to tell who came up with the bad idea of ​​wanting to hit Enoch?"

The blood race present did not speak.Maybe it was out of the arrogance of the blood clan, maybe out of the last self-esteem, no one confessed the mastermind.

Murphy put the cat down and said, "Honey, go and pick one."

The cat was frightened before, and after being put on the ground, it quickly fled towards a place.

Murphy looked in the direction, stretched out his hand to volley and caught a blood race in front of him, and asked, "Who is it?"

His coercion made the blood clan tremble in fear, saying: "You can't be human, what kind of monster are you..."

"Monster." Murphy said playfully, "Undead creatures are indeed monsters. Ah, if you didn't make me angry, I still want to be a human being."

After speaking, he lightly clenched his palms and spread them out again.

The blood clan made a "cluck" sound all over his body, then collapsed to the ground and turned into a ball of ashes.

The elders were terrified, and someone finally confessed the real culprit.

Murphy smiled at him: "Come with me yourself."

The blood race followed suit and left the council with him, leaving behind a mess.

After going out, he still wanted to escape, but Murphy never gave him a chance.

Murphy used seven blood spears to impale the vampire on the green square - the green field where the vampires used to kill the vampires.

The tenacious vitality of the blood race kept him struggling. As long as his heart was not punctured, he would not die for the time being.

But soon the sun will rise, and the sun will burn his skin inch by inch, destroying and regenerating his body until he is exhausted and reduced to ashes.

This is the sun punishment of the blood race.

"Look, I'm still very clear about rewards and punishments," Murphy said.

Before Murphy left, he caused great turmoil in the blood clan's council.

This turmoil is called "the end of the pure blood" and is recorded in the calendar of the blood race, because it is said that the fuse of all this was caused by the first embrace ceremony of the last pure blood.

There is also a portrait of Murphy left in the Duke's castle, from which people of later generations copied Murphy's appearance and faithfully recorded this period of history.

The vampires said that Murphy was not an ordinary human, he should be a vampire by nature.The evidence is that after accepting the first embrace of the pure-blood, he immediately gained a frightening and terrifying power.

However, no one knows where he came from and where he went in the end.It's just that he took Duke Enoch away.

Regarding his information, the only thing they are sure of is: Murphy has the unique "blood of joy".

When he is willing, his blood will be better than all the delicacies in the world. It can make the vampires who have tasted it prostrate and worship it, and it can make the vampires who cannot get it go crazy.Some people also refer to his blood as "holy blood".

After he became a blood clan, it was rumored that this blood would also inherit unparalleled power. If anyone could get a drop, no matter how they used it, it would undoubtedly set off a new storm.

……

Murphy left the world of vampires and returned to a star realm of nothingness.

He was a little lazy, allowing himself to float around in the void while observing the 66-sided gemstone in his hand.

This pink gem is really beautiful, as if it reflects the brilliance of all the stars, not to mention that there is a fragment of Enoch's godhead sealed inside.

Murphy smiled lowly, and said to himself: "One day I will completely defeat you..."

He conjured the anchor with a spell, and teleported himself back to the mage's tower.

Murphy has seven mage towers, each of which is in a unique demiplane, ensuring that no one will disturb it under normal circumstances.

This one is dedicated to his leisure and vacation.

——for the time being he pretended that he was on vacation and "traveled" in various worlds for a while.This is too normal for the profession of astral traveler, and it will not arouse the alertness of the gods.

There is currently a tower spirit in the mage tower, and now it is coming to welcome Murphy.

"Master, while you were away, a visitor came to visit," Tarling said, "he is waiting for you in the reception room."

Murphy let out an "oh", stood at the door and glanced at himself in the mirror——

He was dressed in a black burqa, and under the hood was the face of a skeleton. The pale bones were plated with golden magic patterns, and golden dust drifted out as if absent.Two long and narrow hand bones protruded from the wide sleeves, and four joints were inlaid with different gemstones. A pair of enchanted fine gold bracelets were placed on the wrist bones, which made the bones look slender and pale.

He's back in his body, he's a lich.

There is only a bone frame left, which is not good-looking.

He hates the undead.

Murphy then diverted his attention from the mirror, and said to Ta Ling: "I brought back a pet, and you open up a place to raise it."

He shook his spell pocket, and a shivering Siamese cat jumped out of it, lying on the spot and not daring to move.

Taring picked up the cat: "Yes, master."

Murphy himself walked to the study room, and placed the Godhead fragments on the exhibition shelf, in the first vacant seat.

He shook his pocket again, and took out a crystal coffin, in which the Duke was lying, looking more like a jade carving than a living creature.

After the godhead fragments are extracted, the Duke should never wake up again.

Murphy then goes to the visitor's room and meets a rare guest.

The guest has curly dark green hair and a melancholy and mysterious appearance.He also carries the unique aura of saints and the aura of the good camp, which proves that this is a good god.

"Tell me your purpose," Murphy said, "What makes a god come all the way to visit a lich?"

The guest—the god of poetry, Yadunis smiled wryly and said, "Your Excellency Yaori, I want to seek shelter for a while. The tormenting girl is chasing me..."

The tormenting maiden, the newborn god of the abyss, Enoch's confidant.

She fought Murphy, stole his things, and still held the long whip that Enoch had given her.

Murphy was so angry that he blasted the plane with a forbidden spell, and sent her back to the abyss alive - all the gods knew about it, no wonder the god of poetry chose to escape from him.

Murphy thought for a while and said, "You want to find a place to hide with me, that's fine. But you have to pay a little price."

"Of course, I'm ready," said the god of poetry.

He presented a shard of godhead, emerald green, as if the light of life flowed inside.

"During this period of time, I am willing to lend you the divine power of 'chanting', Your Excellency Yaori." said the God of Poetry.

This power doesn't enhance the lich's strength, but it looks like fun, a little feat to pass the time.

Murphy said, "Yes, the contract is established."