Astral Traveler [Quick Transmigration]

Murphy didn't know what was going through his mind back then.

He and Enoch did it once on the rooftop of the casino and took a short break.

Murphy squinted at Enuo, touched the wound on Enuo's shoulder that he had bitten out, and said, "Are you still using your flesh and blood..."

Enoch did not speak.

The real body of the gods will generally only stay in their own kingdom of God. As long as the kingdom of God does not fall, they will live forever.Some gods still use mortal bodies, which is called "saint form", in which case they are weak enough to be killed.But as long as the godhead is still there, sooner or later he can still be resurrected in the kingdom of God.

There was malice in Murphy's eyes, and he said in Enoch's ear, "Your Highness's physical body is beautiful, but the technology has not improved much, which makes me feel a little disappointed."

He also referred to Enoch as "Your Highness," a title with obvious irony.

Enoch reached out and pinched Murphy's chin, and said, "Really."

Murphy smiled and said, "The high elves are not slutty enough. I prefer the wood elves, and the succubus..."

"Sounds like a rich experience." Enoch said indifferently.

He hugged Murphy, continued to poke his fiery hands inward, and said, "However, it's still very tight."

He deliberately moved vigorously, which made Murphy's pupils shrink.

Murphy panted softly, unable to speak, then lowered his head and bit Enoch's neck artery again.

It was almost dawn in the abyss, and the crowd in the casino began to disperse.Someone outside curiously pulled the handle of the balcony, and then was woken up by another person's slap, and hurriedly dragged away.

No one dared to go up to the rooftop, but Enuo still took off his coat and wrapped Murphy up, packed it up and carried him away.

They did it again in the Temple of the Dead.

... Well, Enoch is actually very powerful, and he knows Murphy's body very well.

Murphy was completely exhausted this time, so he picked up an Enoch's coat and put it on, then hurried back to the mage's tower.

Then he did a thorough cleaning, and found hickey marks all over his shoulder blades in the back - from the neck to the tailbone, like a long bunch of grapes.

His whole body seemed to be falling apart. Archmage Murphy, who hadn't had this kind of experience for many years, turned black and lay on the bed that day and didn't go out.

The negotiations between the Arcane Parliament and the gods of the abyss have been going on for almost a month, and the initial policy has been set.

Afterwards, they will leave a regiment of diplomats to focus on the remaining details, which can be regarded as the official start of the trade covenant.

There is another interesting thing in the middle.

There are very few entertainment activities in the abyss, basically it is a daily battle between the major demons.They have a very cruel arena, and the demons who come out of it can finally be promoted to the top level through the experience of blood and fire.

Murphy was invited to watch a gladiatorial fight.

The last winner was a mutated Balrog. Its body was muscular, and blue-white flames rose from the surface of its pitch-black skin. The exaggerated heat repeatedly distorted the surrounding space.It is very talented, and may soon become a powerful lord of a certain layer of the abyss.

At this moment, the victor stood in the middle of the arena and raised his weapon. All the demons cheered wildly and threw down everything they could.

Then the Balrog looked around, and cast its unruly eyes on the VIP seats high above.

It pointed the one-meter-wide beheading sword at Murphy.

The demons screamed and cheered, and the Balrog said arrogantly: "I want to challenge you! Weak human!"

Murphy sat in his seat expressionlessly, without any intention of standing up.

Inside he's crazy about Zaino's villains, because they went too far the night before.Enoch brought the fruit wine of the elves, and in order to avoid people's eyes and ears, they hid in a small boat on the River Styx. The river was shaking, and Murphy was shaking too...

Alas, the past is unbearable, but now Murphy's waist is about to break.

He watched the Balrog spread its shattered wings, and the raging flames instantly soaked the ground under its feet, and the demon's long whip had already danced in the air.

Murphy didn't move, his black eyes looked at the whip indifferently.

A lapis lazuli ring on his index finger flashed faintly, and then the flaming whip stood in front of Murphy strangely, motionless.

The ripples of time spread outward in an instant, and everyone only saw that the movement of the Balrog suddenly became very slow.

The cyan flame was solidified into an illusion, and the sulfur seemed to be just a beautiful powder. The huge and ferocious horn of the devil was broken by invisible hands, and the Balrog, who respected several tons, was forcibly thrown to the ground by inexplicable force.

The terrifyingly strong demon body could only bow its head and kneel down, being torn apart silently.

There was no expression on Murphy's face. He didn't take out his wand, and he didn't even chant a spell. It seemed that he had nothing to do with the scene in front of him. He just passed by and watched an ant struggling in the water.

In fact, no one can move in the entire arena because time is blocked.

They could only watch Balrog die under Murphy's indifferent eyes, and the flames flowed all over the ground like mercury.

Then the flow of time restarted, and Murphy leaned back in a slightly more comfortable position.

The audience was silent, and not a single demon dared to move.

Until Murphy said, "Go on."

A line of trembling little demons in chains came up and silently dragged away the body of the Balrog.

Murphy didn't take the Balrog seriously, but he was still very angry with Enoch.

That night, after receiving another message from Enoch, he left the Mage Tower again, put on a camouflage cloak, and appeared in a certain plane of the abyss.

It was already very deep into the territory of the God of Death, but Murphy was a bold man—as a mage of the time and space faction, even if he had someone he couldn't beat, there was no such thing as being left behind to kill him.

On the edge of the city, Murphy saw Enoch, still disguised as a Styx ferryman.

Murphy's face was dark, and he cast a spell on him without saying a word.

"?" Enoch didn't know why, so he was chased by Murphy and bombed two streets, and then he used his divine power to eliminate the effects of these spells.

Murphy didn't make a big fuss, but kept throwing single-target spells at Enoch.

Enoch had no choice but to suffer a violent beating. After losing all his camouflage, he appeared in the form of a saint who was immune to low-level spells.He took a chance, grabbed Murphy's arm, and said, "Are you angry? Why?"

Murphy said coldly, "You know it yourself."

The problem is that Yinuo really doesn't know, he thought for a while, and guessed: "I did too much the day before yesterday?"

Ah, he guessed right.

But Murphy insisted: "That's nothing. I just see you are upset."

Enoch couldn't reason with him, so he reached out and hugged Murphy, and dragged him into a death temple, where it didn't matter how he beat him - no one dared to go in and ask.

Murphy, however, had had enough of beating, let out a fierce breath, and then resumed his noble and glamorous archmage appearance, and said, "Where is this?"

Swish, all the lights in the room came on.

It turned out to be a huge library.

And it is modeled on the system of the high elves, all the bookshelves are suspended and moved in mid-air, and the mana golems floating in the air are constantly guarding and organizing the collection of books... There are at least hundreds of thousands of books here.

For the abyss, this is probably the most incredible building, no devil would like to read a book.

Murphy's gaze was fixed on the bookshelf for a moment.He saw many books he had never seen before, but with familiar author names.

Murphy reached out for a book and said, "JV? He should have died in the war more than 70 years ago, this book..."

He opened the inside page, but saw that the date of completion of the book was more than ten years ago.

"He is now a necromancer, continuing his experiments in Wilkefors." Enoch said.

Murphy took a deep breath, closed the book again, and put it back on the shelf with care.

He looked up, re-examined the library, as if he understood something, and said, "You brought the souls of those archmages out of the wilderness of soul?"

——The god of death can do whatever he wants, right?

With a smile in his eyes, Enoch admitted: "It's not just mages. There are many undead who have not dissipated their obsessions staying in Wilkefors. Among them, there are many amazing geniuses and experienced seniors. "

Murphy's hand lightly brushed the neat spine of the book, he was dazzled by it, but he hadn't forgotten the most important thing.

He looked back at Enoch and said, "The purpose of you bringing me here is to exchange knowledge with the Arcane Council?"

"No," said Enoch, "these books are open to you. You can read as long as you like."

Murphy was silent for a while, and he suddenly understood.

The first meeting between the Arcane Council and the gods of the abyss has ended, and he is expected to withdraw from the abyss with the mage tower city within two days.

But now that this precious knowledge was in front of him, Murphy was reluctant to leave.

Two days later, the elite mage group left the abyss plane where they were stationed with the mage Tacheng.

His Excellency Yaori, one of the Big Three, also left in name... Well, although he left behind a diplomat named Murphy.

It is said that he is responsible for handing over affairs with the god of death, but the latter is a rather mysterious neutral god, so no more news can be released.

……all in all.

One day Murphy woke up from the bed, opened his eyes in a daze, and touched the warm blanket next to him.

He looked at the Temple of Death decorated in black and gold. Everything here was completely different from the style of the high elves.But Enoch who came over was still as elegant and noble as before, looked at Murphy and said, "What's the matter, did you sleep too little last night?"

He sat back in his seat and naturally lowered his head to kiss Murphy's lips.

Murphy kissed back habitually, and then quietly looked at Enoch's perfect side face, dazed for a while.

——He suddenly felt that he had been tricked again!

——How did it become like this again!What's going on these days? ?