Chapter 112 111 I Crawled Out of Filth, No One Has the Right to Judge Me! 【5160】

Chapter 112 111. I crawled out of filth, no one has the right to judge me! [5160]

“Countdown 10 seconds!”

In the self-destructive chamber, Miriam was completely overwhelmed by the emotions in her heart.

She cried and shouted the final countdown, and then she could no longer resist the overwhelming despair. She turned around and hugged Major Fraser beside her as if seeking shelter.

This action made the major's body stiffen in place.

To be honest, although he was born in a noble family and was already 30 years old, the major was still blank in terms of emotions. The most direct contact he had with women before was just a gentlemanly invitation to dance with the other party at a dance.

But he knew that Miriam's actions at this time did not mean anything.

She was just simply afraid.

This was the instinctive reaction of a fragile human life when facing death. It did not represent cowardice or ugliness.

He could fully understand Miriam's fear because he was also suffering from the same emotional impact at this time.

However, as a gentleman, the major naturally assumed the obligations of a man in this desperate moment.

He opened his arms and hugged the trembling Miriam in his arms. His height of 193 allowed him to almost protect the red-haired girl. Even if death was approaching, he would cast the last "Wall of Sighs" for this frightened lady.

This was the most silent contempt he could show to death as a man at the last moment.

"Bang"

The psychic core in front of Triss beat with a strange flash, which was a signal of response, causing the Scarlet Witch's heart to stop beating at this moment.

She almost used up all the strength in her body to suppress the psychic core, and the self-destruction core was immediately activated. Almost in the blink of an eye, the psychic nodes in the entire Blood Eagle Corridor were forcibly destroyed.

The sophisticated system shaped with the Holy Blood Pool as the center collapsed within three seconds, triggering a violent energy turbulence that collapsed along the explosion path calculated by the thirty psychic beads, and oppressed the out-of-control Holy Blood Pool, which could only inject the restless filthy psychic energy inside into a specific direction.

So the next moment, the uncontrolled and scorching scarlet light pierced the warp crack above accurately like a cannonball.

The latter's collapse speed accelerated more than ten times at this moment, and the three-way mapping of the warp, the astral world and the material world was completely pierced because of this path, causing a crack in the back of the frenzied chaotic psychic energy that should have been tilted towards the material world.

This caused it to immediately begin to collapse in the opposite direction.

"Bang"

The oncoming chaos storm hit Murphy hard and flew away. He spread his blood wings and rolled down in the air, landing next to the first lord Palano and the old knight Finok.

At this time, the few people left in the battlefield full of corpses raised their heads and saw that the warp crack that seemed like the eye of chaos had completely turned into a chaotic storm.

It was like the black cracks extending in the air when glass was broken.

Not only was there the recovery and explosion of energy collapse, but also strange sounds constantly sounded from it.

Twisted, weird limbs that seemed to be covered with oil protruded from the irregular black nebula-like cracks, like a spider waving its multi-sectioned hairy legs, or like a monster made entirely of arms trying to crawl into the human world.

Those hideous claws scratched the void with malicious intent, trying to grab a stable thing so that it could truly enter the material world. The faded stone statue of Sarokdar was also thrown into the opened subspace rift by the scratching of this weird thing.

It was like a stone falling into a pond, skipping and disappearing without even splashing a wave.

"Mother of the Night, what kind of filthy ghost thing is that?"

The first lord Palano roared.

The old knight Finok had already begun to silently recite the name of God, as if he was about to release a large-scale divine spell. As for Murphy, he quickly threw a detection spell at the thing in front of him.

Snowflake-like patterns that seemed to interfere appeared on the character card.

The information tag of the strange thing on the opposite side that wanted to crawl out of the closing subspace rift was emerging bit by bit with great difficulty:

Name: [Midnight Madam] Subspace Shadow

Occupation: ? ? ?

Rank: ? ? ?

Evaluation: Like a God·Core Missing

Creature Description: [The fallen expectations that are not responded to will always turn into hideous things to invade reality. He can no longer be the way he was designed, and he can't even have the main core to respond to the call, so he can only fall into a twisted evil in the boundless chaos and malice.

He is the Midnight Madam!

And also the future that was cut off by Femis Cecilia Lesombra. 】

"She's crying"

The young lady in the arms of Lord Palano was pale and murmured:

"She's calling me, she's begging me to merge with her, she's begging me to save her"

"Don't be silly! She just wants to swallow you to make herself complete, no matter what she wants to do after she's complete, believe me! That's definitely not a good thing for us vampires."

Murphy let go of the buzzing necessary evil in his hand, letting the Desire Blade float by his hand, and waved his fingers to let Maxim and Lady Adele, who were seriously injured behind him, carry the young lady and leave.

No matter what happens next, Femis must be kept as far away from the warp shadow created by Salokdar's evil magic as possible.

"You guys go too!"

Old Knight Finok stood there like a giant tree rooted in the ground. Surrounded by the emerald psychic energy, he said without looking back:

"If the filth of the warp is not controlled, it will leave poison here. Although most of the energy has been exiled to the astral world by Lady Tris, even the remaining little bit is enough to cause irreparable damage. My God has sent down the oracle, and now is the time for the saint to die."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

The first lord Palano, who had just fought side by side with old Finok, slammed his broken lance on the ground. He stared at old Finok and said sternly:

"Don't even think about going anywhere! Follow me back to the Knights' headquarters to accept the questioning of Lord Paying. This is your only mission next! Don't think about escaping this guilt."

"Yes, I admit that I am guilty. It is a terrible sin, enough to scare countless naughty little boys at night."

The old knight grinned.

At this moment, the strange sacred white oak armor on his body began to turn back into natural wood like an old tree coming back to life, with vines and branches extending from the armor and taking root in the same place.

In just a few seconds, old Finok looked like a growing oak tree. He had made a decision and made up his mind to no longer avoid the secrets that he had always kept hidden.

As the barrel helmet also spread out in the branches, the old knight's blood-stained human face that was transforming into wood looked at the serious Palano.

He whispered:

"You arrogant descendants have really good noses. I saw it when I fought side by side with you during the fourth black disaster. When I saw you appear now, I knew that my bitter journey should come to an end.

But Palano!

My sins were not sought by me on my own initiative. They were just a trace of the truth left when I went deep into history. You put your hands into the mud to try to discover the truth under the filth. How can you keep your hands clean again?"

"What did you find?"

The first lord asked:

"What did you get after you dirty your hands?"

"Nothing except regret! They invited me, and I paid the price for it. When I could finally join them, the will of my God made me repent.

The so-called search for the truth is just a trick they use to lure upright people into evil ways.

I shouldn't have been curious about them from the beginning!"

The voice of the old white knight Finok, who was truly transformed into a giant tree with roots under the effect of divine magic, became dry, like the friction between vines.

He looked at Palano and Murphy, and warned them very carefully and seriously:

"Stay away from them!

Don't make the same mistake I made. There is no need to try to get the answers you are looking for by contacting them. Each of them is an irreparable source of pollution.

Ancients like Sarokdar are just pawns played by them.

Murphy, you heard Sarokdar's last warning to you.

Stay away from the dusk

You must stay away from them. Those people have been on the road of chaos for too long."

"Is that an organization? Did they plan all this?"

Murphy narrowed his eyes and asked:

"Did you know what would happen in Cadman City from the beginning?"

"No, I didn't know."

The old knight's voice became lower and slower, just like the lowness and antiquity of the giant tree when it spoke.

He said:

"But behind all the disasters related to the warp in the world in the past few hundred years, there are their shadows. Your Lord Pa Ying knows more. Maybe you shouldn't ask, and don't be curious about them.

I am indeed guilty!

My God, I committed unforgivable sins in the name of seeking the truth. The disasters created by my hands are all over the distant new world, and I will also dedicate myself here.

Death is the only atonement. I hope you can see all this.

No one can judge me!

Except your majesty."

"Click, click, click"

The low cracking sound came from Murphy's feet, indicating that the old Finok's magic has been pushed to the end.

He turned himself into a white oak with natural purification divinity, and wrapped the entire dilapidated Holy Blood Hall and the shadow trying to crawl out of the warp crack in front of him with tough roots, forming a closed magic space.

"Let's go, leave! Tell them that old Finok is dead! He died like a hero in the battle with Sarokdar and the evil creatures of the warp."

The Lord of White Oak urged Murphy and Palano to leave at this time even though they were full of doubts.

The dense divine thorns in front of them made way for them, and when Murphy took the first step, a green branch wrapped around the big oak holy blade "Watcher" and hung beside him. The vines were entangled and formed a forest scabbard to wrap the holy blade to prevent Avalon's divine power from burning Murphy.

The moment the vampire got the holy blade, he heard old Finnock whispering in his heart:

"I have thought about your suggestion carefully. You said that all the homeless people who have contributed to Transia can become the masters of this land.

I have paid everything for this land, and I have bought tickets for them.

Murphy, please accept my descendants.

There are also dusk shadows in the Plantagenet Kingdom, don't let them go back!"

"Okay, I promise, as long as they are willing to stay."

Murphy held the Great Oak Blade in his arms. At the moment he left, he heard Old Finnock's low thanks:

"Then I will bless you, honorable Alpha."

"???"

Murphy turned back as if struck by lightning. He didn't know where Old Finnock knew this code name.

But as if sensing his doubts, the last voice of the Lord of White Oak came out in the emerald light that finally broke inward and wrapped the shadow of the subspace and disappeared in the broken cracks.

"My God has kindly told me, this poor lost man, everything about the future at this last moment. My God is watching you, and my God also blesses you.

My God will walk with you, and all spirits will follow you to stroll on the sea of ​​stars, Alpha, keep going."

"Bang"

The entire Holy Blood Hall completely collapsed at this moment.

The ruins that completely collapsed into entities can no longer be found with any trace of existence, and even the building itself seems to fall into the endless void.

The collapse quickly triggered a chain reaction, causing the buildings around the Holy Blood Hall to collapse.

However, this was the base camp that the Blood Eagle Clan had spent 400 years to build. It should not collapse to the point where it could no longer be entered, but cleaning it up would definitely be a time-consuming process.

"Let's go!"

The first lord grabbed Murphy, who was still looking back in the crumbling corridor.

The two ran to a safe place one after the other. Just as they turned the corner, Murphy ran head-on into Natalie Finokya Lawson, who was staggering towards them.

The gray-haired demon hunter was covered in blood and had just woken up from the coma of the battle.

But she covered her chest with her face in pain and couldn't breathe.

She looked straight ahead as if she knew what was happening there. She howled and tried to break free regardless of Murphy's obstruction and pounced on the Holy Blood Hall, which had collapsed to the point of disappearing under the tree roots.

"Let me go! Vampire! Damn dog! Let me go! He's in front!"

Natalie screamed, totally undignified.

But Murphy just silently dragged her and pulled her back. Lord Palano, who was always very gentle to beautiful things, had to use some tricks at this moment. As the illusion of a black rose echoed and exploded in front of Natalie's eyes, the double weakness from the body and spirit surged up, causing her to scream and faint in Murphy's arms.

"Savoring sadness is always a life that beautiful things cannot avoid."

The first lord took the unconscious witch hunter very gently, holding her in his arms like a princess, and showed Murphy an impeccable and handsome smile.

While clearing the way ahead and smashing the collapsed walls, he asked softly:

"Murphy, beautiful Murphy, you just experienced sadness, I can smell it."

"I don't deny it."

Holding the Great Oak Sacred Blade and following the First Lord out of the danger zone, Murphy waved his hand to recall the necessary evil, so that the Desire Demon Sword quietly placed in the scabbard that once belonged to the Desire Clan Blade at his waist.

He said hoarsely:

"Today we all experienced sadness, but we still have to move forward and not let those sorrows turn into tears of incompetence."

"Well said! It is worthy of being a beautiful thing that I value."

Lord Palano nodded with great appreciation.

But after a few seconds, Murphy coughed and said in a serious tone:

"But I have a different opinion about your previous description of Tris. Maybe it's a bit childish to say this, but from today on, handsome Lord Palano! Tris is no longer your goddess."

"Oh, the declaration of sovereignty after victory, it's really classic! Is a beautiful thing going to occupy another beautiful thing?"

Palanno laughed, and then said in a subtle tone:

"But do you really understand Mrs. Tris? No, you are just seduced by beauty, Murphy.

Just like when I was young.

When you really understand the Scarlet Witch, you will know that just now, you picked the most thorny red rose with sharp thorns for yourself in the garden full of roses.

Believe me.

You will definitely bleed because of this.

And I have to remind you, Murphy, the traditional culture of vampires clearly prohibits the overstepping of the authority of offspring and elders. It's not that those old guys don't understand love.

They just see through the influence of the blood contract and realize that true love is impossible to be born. It's just admiration with shackles! Will slaves become friends with slave owners?

So before you talk about love, you must break your shackles. "

"I am happy, what do you care?"

While running in the dark, Murphy whispered:

"If you want to pick the beautiful roses, it would be imperfect if you don't bleed a little, right? A little pain is just a witness tax paid to the god of love.

As for the shackles,

the key is not in my hand! "

"Ha, such a beautiful awareness!"

Palanno praised:

"I really admire you more and more, beautiful Murphy. "