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Chapter 1132 1130. Finally, God threw the dice - Monthly ticket plus more [715]

"Fortunately, the Songhai Empire's pharaohs were still reasonable and didn't cause any trouble with 'two people in charge' at the last minute."

In the bridge of the Millennium Quicksand, Murphy, sitting in the captain's chair, was projected through the psychic energy of the Orb of Afterlife.

With the help of Afeng's adventure assistant, he watched the entire death ceremony of Thutmose II and the "king selection" ceremony of the Songhai Empire in a "live" manner.

The distance between the maintenance area of ​​the Origin Pioneer where he was and the Holy City of the Moon was already far beyond the maximum distance that the Far Calculation Orb could connect to. However, with the technical support of Ms. Rose, the "strongest network administrator in the other world", Murphy was able to experience the powerful functions of the "World Network WIFI" in advance.

That picture quality.
Wow, it's absolutely true to say, it's like being there in person, even the strawberry mark on the back of Cuisi's neck that has not yet disappeared can be seen clearly.

At the last moment of the king selection ceremony, after Tris took out the artificial godhead and handed it over to the will of the underworld as a sign of sincerity and promised to fulfill past agreements in exchange for the ancient kings' recognition of Friel as the heir to the throne, when Mamluk, the hidden bastard, finally jumped out, Murphy knew that his and Bayek's plan had finally reached the final step.

The brainless bastard King of Ghosts was tricked by Bayek during the Battle of Blackflame Pass, and was recaptured and sealed in the Abyss of Ghosts again. That guy had not experienced the fall of the Lord of Hunting, so naturally he didn't know that Murphy had this outrageous thing called the Scepter of God in his hand.

But the other people in the Dusk Organization just released him without seeming to tell him about the destructive power of that thing. It was obvious that Mamluk, the King of Wraiths, who had already failed once, was treated as a "discarded pawn" for testing.

Tsk, betraying allies so decisively, this is really the cold-blooded tradition of Dusk.

After that guy showed up in the Hall of Death with a swagger and declared clearly that he was the source of the dangerous belief in the "Lord of Original Sin" in the Songhai Empire, and had won over one-third of the pharaohs of the underworld as his followers, Murphy finally knew where his next scepter of God would be shot.

The Scepter of God is like a nuclear weapon.

It's very powerful, but can't be used lightly.

In order to ensure the deterrent and oppressive power of this thing, Murphy had decided not to use this "ultimate weapon" unless necessary when he got it.

Now is the "necessary moment". Dropping a missile into the Mamluk's lair can bring the deteriorating situation in the Songhai Empire back to normal. As for those bastards who want to create an undead plague under Murphy's nose and sweep across the Songhai Empire, causing the people to suffer, those rats who want to use this method to prevent Murphy from obtaining the resources and manpower of the Songhai Empire.

Oh, they wishful thinking!

"This country is indeed well protected by old guys like Bayek. I wonder if Maxim, Adele or Femis can become a similar role in a few hundred years?"

Murphy stood up with emotion and walked towards the launch pad of God's Scepter placed in the hull of Millennium Quicksand.

As he walked forward, he took out the "Book of Myriad Spells" that he always carried with him from his psychic bag. Murphy turned a page without reading the psychic knowledge that always made him drowsy.

he asked:
"I am going to use God's Scepter, like a gambler throwing a winning dice when he is almost certain to win. Lord Vidia, will you stop me this time?"

There were no words flashing on the old and worn book, which meant that Wedia seemed to be thinking about the answer, while Murphy continued to move forward. In the quiet cabin corridor, he said:

“I can tell you clearly, sir.

My next target is the Holy Land of Origin. Once I enter there and gain control of the Creation Engine, I can completely remove the restrictions imposed on the God's Scepter Module by the Eden District Management Committee. At that time, your precious voting rights will become meaningless.

So if you plan to negotiate with me, this is your last chance.

Tell me, what do you want?"

"Freedom from the Cage"

The King of Ten Thousand Curses, Wedia, who was trapped in the cage of the gods, did not use the previous method of beating the symbols, but made a sound with difficulty. Through the transmission of the Book of Ten Thousand Curses, He said tremblingly in Murphy's ear:

"Besides that, I have no other request. It is too painful to be sealed for a thousand years. Charlemagne knows how painful it is. He did it on purpose. I... I made a mistake and paid the price. Please, release me. I will not foolishly challenge the majesty of the Creator again. I swear!
I swear on my true name and my godhead."

"This is the second time you've said the same thing. I should probably believe you, but Lord Paying reminded me that you are a dangerous and cunning person who was once his most troublesome enemy. He warned me to be vigilant in any communication with you."

Murphy stroked the very textured pages and said:
“So I decided to treat every word you said as a lie, but as I said just now, this is your last chance to negotiate with me, so maybe you can be a little more sincere.

The Lord's hostility towards you may be due to past experiences, but to me, you are just a legendary stranger.

I also have friends who are gods, and I also believe that we can be friends.

So, let me ask you one last time, what do you want me to do for you?"

This time, Vidia hesitated for a moment before no longer pretending to be so weak that he was about to die. He spoke in a staccato voice:
"Twilight. The head monk. Visited my cage. He asked me to help Twilight complete the plan, and he would release me. But I smelled some familiar stench from him. There are some rotten things from the past in that person's body.
I promised him, but I trust you more.

It's just like when a villain is looking for someone to ask for help, he won't look for a madman like himself.

I believe that the Chosen One chosen by the Creator is a person with a bottom line, so I assure you that you can fully trust me when it comes to fighting the Dusk."

"What's the reason?"

Murphy reached out and popped out the Universal Device to complete the identity verification at the entrance of the launch pad.

As he stepped in, the launch pad, which had been in a state of waiting for activation, officially started to enter the self-inspection program.

In response to Murphy's question, Vidia's tone was filled with anger and pain. He said:
"My current state, this state of being neither human nor ghost, is the result of the plan given by the bastards in the secret department. They did it on purpose. They took advantage of my innate desire for knowledge and thirst for power.
They used me as a test subject. They thought I couldn't smell the conspiracy.

They underestimated me.

I know, Paying hates me!
Because I hired someone to kill him.

Because I have sneaked into the old god cages he was in charge of several times to try to explore the mysteries of the godhood.

He has enough reasons to hate me, and I don't seek his favor, but as you said, we can cooperate.

I know that you have accepted some of the descendants of my followers, and through their eyes I see what is happening in Transia.

You have close ties to the spiritual forces, and you have made a pact with the Spider Lady.

I think we can have an agreement.

You released me, and I became your ally, empowering the Bafolk under your command and passing on the secrets of psychic powers that I mastered to your followers.

The path of 'knowledge' that I walk can also be opened to your foreign warriors.

This is all about sincerity.

However, I am a greedy villain after all!

I cannot resist my desire for power, so I will make a request that in the future, at some point, when you approach the true mysteries of the Creator, please allow me to go with you and drink a cup of truth from that true pool of power.

Yes!

Just one cup is needed.

The Creator has studied the gods of the old times, and He developed a new power based on the divinity of the old ones. The new gods use the research results from the Creator. I believe that the truths He left behind must contain ways for me to go further.

Ah, I am tired of this pathetic feeling of not being able to control even my own thoughts. I hope to regain control of my power instead of becoming a slave to it.

That is what I am asking for.”

"It sounds very sincere and well-reasoned. That's right. If you don't discuss some conditions for such a big thing as an alliance, who can be assured?"

Murphy smiled and said:
"Then we have reached a verbal agreement. The real mutual assistance will wait until we go to the Gray Desert in the future to release you from the Old God's Prison. In addition, you said you have seen the monk leader. Can you describe his appearance to me?"

"Useless! Chosen by the Creator God, the Chief Monk is the true Chosen by the Chaos God. He possesses the blessing of original sin, which allows him to evade any pursuit in the most unnoticeable way. Unless he takes the initiative to jump into the trap, it will be difficult for you to catch him.

But I am a symbol of the gathering of the world's magical power, and I can determine his origins by deconstructing some of his spellcasting habits."

The King of Ten Thousand Mantras, Vidya, said softly:

“The spiritual energy that the monk uses on a daily basis is mixed with a trace of positive energy, which tends to seal, suppress, and purify. His body should be of standard human descent, and part of his spellcasting habits come from the heritage of the Eden District.

If I have not deconstructed it wrong, it should be related to the teaching of the mind flayer bastard "Pure One" Old Sim. Combined with the information collected by my descendants of the goat people, I would make a judgment that the monk came from the Ring Tower but not the Ring Tower of this era! He is a person who was recorded in time but hidden in the footnotes of history.

He knew this would better protect his secret.

So, do you need me to tell you the final answer to the mystery?"

"No need. Although I am not good at psychic powers, I am not as dumb as you think. If I still can't guess his identity after all you have said, then I am a bit too stupid."

Murphy transformed the Universal Device into a verification form and inserted it into the God's Scepter console, then selected the bombing direction on the light screen and confirmed the execution.

The next moment, three launch requests were sent to the three decision makers at the same time.

Lord Paying, who was still in the Ptolemy Royal City, cast his confirmation vote without any hesitation, and Senator Widiya, who was far away in the cage of the old gods, also cast his confirmation vote. The third decision maker had not yet made a decision.

Perhaps the head monk was notifying the King of Wraiths, Mamluk, to take some measures to save himself.

Haha, it's just the cat crying over the mouse!

If I really don't want my companion to suffer a nuclear bomb baptism, I should have told him before that Murphy has a powerful weapon in his hand.

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"Ding"

With a slight sound, the decision result in front of Murphy was fixed at [2:1].

God's Scepter authorization is complete.

Launch pad No. 006 in the planet's relative geostationary orbit was quietly turned on in deep space.

Just like the blooming of a steel flower, just like the judgment pronounced by the Lord of the Hunt before surrendering his head.

The moment the black ammunition filled with the majesty of the Creator slid out of the launch bay, the punishment arrows from the past had already embarked on the path of declaring destruction.

As the bombing countdown ticked rapidly to 1 minute and 28 seconds, Murphy took a step back and put away the Book of Ten Thousand Curses at hand. He wiped the non-existent dust off the surface of the book and said:
“He was the great hero of the Fourth Black Disaster Civilization Camp. He was the noble one who sacrificed himself to locate the camp of the Bone Gnawing King and used his life to call for the sun to bombard and defeat the enemy. He was the psychic master who was best at using purifying psychic energy to dispel darkness and haze at that time. He was the pride and representative of the Ring Tower and human psychics. He was the most holy teacher who was still regarded as an idol and a great man by countless psychics. That was Plinio Mereddin.

The guy who was so great that Sarokdar praised him in his vampire duke diary full of conspiracies, lies and crazy tricks!
I know that the more glorious a person is, the longer the shadow behind him is. The story of a dragon slayer becoming an evil dragon is also a cliché. However, judging from the time of Mereddin's life story and the description of the Bone Gnawer King, this guy was probably a dragon slayer in disguise before the outbreak of the Fourth Black Plague.

But I also believe that Master Mereddin was not inherently evil in the first half of his life. So, what on earth dragged a noble spellcaster, who used purification psionics and should have been resistant enough to chaos corruption, into this path of no return?
Could you please answer this question for me, Mr. Widiya?"

"I am only the King of All Mantras who knows everything. I am not truly omniscient and omnipotent. I cannot answer your question."

Widiya sighed and said:

"But I guess he must have been exposed to something he shouldn't have been exposed to. If we guess at his life story, we should be able to find some clues."

"Well, it seems that it is indeed necessary to go to White Cliff."

Murphy nodded.

Then he left the launch pad without any reluctance, walked to the porthole next to him as the door closed, and looked in the direction of the abyss of evil spirits.

A ray of punishing sky fire streaked across the clouds, tearing the sky apart, and was rapidly sliding down from the sea of ​​stars.

Like a bright shooting star!

At the end of this vast sea of ​​sand, beyond the undulating horizon of sand dunes.

It cheered and dived into the ground. After a second of silence, it burst out with a beam of light that flashed and illuminated the night sky. The brightness was so intense that Murphy on the solar boat covered his eyes with his hands.

Then the vampire said:

“Enforcement Complete!
The Abyss of Wrathful Spirits that has troubled the Songhai people for three hundred years has completely become history. What a pity! I had originally planned to make a team dungeon there.

Well, happy cooperation, Mr. Widiya.

When His Excellency Mamluk's blood of hatred gushed out, you and I finally took the first step towards friendship."

"Yeah, it's like two villains conspired to complete a neat and perfect murder."

The King of Ten Thousand Curses said softly:
"Well, that wonderful feeling of committing a crime is really nostalgic. Have you ever considered changing your career to become a cold-blooded villain? Sir Murphy, please forgive me for being frank, you really have a talent for this."
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"Then let's fight! The dead will sacrifice everything for the future of the empire before the living. This has always been our tradition!"

High Priest Bayek's powerful words echoed in the Hall of Death, announcing that the underworld system was officially split into conservatives and dissidents at this moment.

Facing his declaration, the ferocious face of Mamluk, the King of Wrathful Spirits, was filled with a feverish desire to fight and to see rivers of blood. According to tradition, on this occasion, as the leader of one side, he should have uttered a few harsh words, and then everyone should have gone home to prepare to start an epic battle of the dead on the land of the living.

However, just as Mamluk was about to say a few powerful words as his exit, at that moment everyone in the death hall raised their heads, including Mamluk himself.

They felt it
An explosive destructive force is approaching the territory of the Songhai Empire from the sky at an unstoppable speed, as if the gods have rolled the fatal dice.

The King of Wrathful Spirits immediately lowered his head to look at Bayek. The High Priest of the Dead Moon, who had a blank expression on his face just now, now revealed a subtle smile at the corner of his mouth covered with mummy cloth, as if all this was within his expectations.

This is a trap!
And I jumped in!
It was like the execution ground at noon, the person to be killed had been identified, and the cruel executioner raised the beheading blade high. Even the bloodthirsty audience began to cheer. Next, all that was left was the execution!

"Bayek! You plotted against me!!!"

The King of Wraiths immediately withdrew his consciousness and returned to the deepest part of the Wraith Abyss, in that underground structure filled with the same dense death energy as that of the Holy City of Dead Moon.

He still wanted to struggle to save himself, and use the characteristics of the undead to send his newly unsealed spirit into a random underworld pyramid in this sea of ​​sand.

However, the stream of light from the sky had fallen into the core of the abyss of the resentful spirits, just like a sword piercing down from the sky, completely erasing the scar that had existed in the sea of ​​sand for three hundred years in an instant.

In the dazzling light, countless grains of sand were blown into the sky and then fell like heavy rain in the whistling dust.

The wind of destruction seemed to have blown to the Holy City of Dead Moon as well, leaving the entire Hall of Death in deathly silence.

Few people know why the Mamluks disappeared, but the facial expression of the King of Wrathful Spirits when he left, and the super classic line "Bayek! You plotted against me!" seemed to have announced something terrible, making the pharaohs of the underworld who had just chosen their camps feel a chill in their hearts.

"goo"

A pharaoh of the underworld wearing a sand bear mask made a strange sound. He looked at the smiling chief priest of the Dead Moon in front of him and said:
"Well, I thought about it. The ancient tradition has been maintained for thousands of years. The cycle of life and death is so beautiful that it doesn't seem to be a good thing to break it rashly. So, can we reconcile?"

"Now? You must be kidding me!"

The little mummy who was so timid just now jumped out, put his hands on his waist and shouted:

"The camp has been chosen! The battle has begun! This war of the dead will not end until one side falls! To be honest, I always felt that the system construction of the Pharaoh of the Underworld was a bit too urban. What do you think, Fulier?"

She looked back at her best friend who had just been confirmed as the twelfth Pharaoh.

Fulier thought about it, and with the encouragement of her father who placed his hand on her shoulder with a smile on his face, with the blessing of her mother who wiped her tears with pride, and with the support of her allies who smiled, the "Flower of the Sand Sea" who always hid in the shadow of her brother on such occasions raised her head at this moment.

Those eyes, bright enough to still sing but with a sense of ease and dignity due to the accumulation of time and experience, looked at the pharaohs of the underworld who were about to panic because of her declaration with a cold and opposing look.

She stepped forward, drew the snake-shaped jade one-handed sword from her waist, and pointed it in the direction of the rebels.

The Pharaoh Queen declared:

"The world of the living is suppressing the powerful and wealthy to reduce the burden on the people, and it is not right that so many people in high positions remain in the territory of the dead! Everyone, go back to your pyramids. When the heavenly soldiers under the Creator arrive, either raise the white flag to protect yourselves, or resist to the end and face the destruction of your entire clan!
As you just said.

war
It has already begun! "

(End of this chapter)