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Chapter 1172. Oh my god, the evil plot is right next to me

"There is no doubt that these Flesh-Tearing Ghosts are as contagious as viruses. It is very likely that they are special abilities bestowed upon them by Chaos. Any corpse killed by a Flesh-Tearing Ghost will be transformed into a Chaos creature. However, as an elite unit, the birth of a Flesh-Tearing Ghost requires the original host to have extremely agile physical qualities. Therefore, the elves have become the best targets for transformation.

I have sufficient reason to suspect that this is a special chaotic life form designed by biologists from the Scholar Faction to support the Witch Cult's actions in the Kingdom of Castilla."

In the experimental section of the Origin Pioneer, Tris, who had just completed the autopsy experiment, cast a purification spell on herself while saying to Murphy beside her:

"Not only do these creatures have all the outrageous characteristics of Chaos creatures, but their exponential reproduction and transformation require the participation of death energy, so they can also be considered a mutated undead creature. Therefore, the exorcism array and undead enslavement technique are theoretically effective against these guys, but the effect should not be as good as that of the orthodox undead.

At present, it is difficult to find a way to restrain the Flesh-Tearing Ghosts, but if the underworld system of the Elf Kingdom can be established, it may be able to have a wonderful suppression and restraint on these guys.

But this is your job, my dear Lord Pluto Murphy.

In addition, considering that Chaos has grown strong enough to attack Amastacia Harbor directly, the other side can mobilize more forces than we expected. I suggest you transfer some elite troops from the players.

The Helldivers’ combat capability and adaptability are quite good, but they are still a little lacking in high-end combat capability.”

"No need, they will soon have a group of 'high-end combat forces'."

Murphy, who had been paying attention to the battle situation in the city below, glanced at the statistics that Rose was in charge of. Nearly three hundred Hell Divers had died in the fierce fighting in the city.

This casualty rate was a bit scary, but fortunately, as the King of Hell, Murphy had already mastered new powers. Therefore, when the damage exceeded 300, Murphy decisively used his privileges as the will of Hades.

Under his guidance, the not-so-rich death energy of the Castilla Kingdom was gathered at the Port of Amastacia below, and those Helldivers who had died but were not offline were soon given a "second life" while their bodies were trembling.

They were resurrected as "ghosts" and almost immediately enjoyed the blessing of the power of Hades, the king of the underworld.

This greatly increased the combat effectiveness of these new recruits who had not yet broken through the Black Iron Rank. While their attributes were upgraded, they were also given the ability of "Death Warriors", allowing them to awaken vengeful spirits and zombies to fight for them in the midst of battle. As a result, the chaos in the city was soon pushed into a new round of confrontation.

The Flesh-Tearers, who were originally able to fight against the Hell Divers, were soon suppressed by the undead warriors in close combat. Hades' generous blessing allowed these soldiers' melee attacks to inflict severe necrotic damage. With the Flesh-Tearers' pitiful psychic resistance and fragile body, they would basically die if they were hit four or five times.

Dead Undead no longer have health bars, only the unique value of "body integrity", but they are completely immune to their exaggerated melee piercing, and are simply a natural counter to these highly specialized Chaos Vanguard Flesh Rippers.

"Let them fight."

Murphy retracted his gaze and gave the Silver Moon Group members who were busy on the ground a task of "rescuing the wounded", and then said to Tris:
"I need to evaluate the growth rate of the Helldivers so that I can make a general plan for the future of this project. If we really encounter a situation like this where the players are unable to cope with the situation, we will need these elite soldiers from other worlds to join the battle."

"Their discipline and tactical thinking are indeed much better than those of ordinary players. Civilians and professional soldiers may not differ much in courage, but there is a huge difference in execution and combat efficiency."

Tris looked at the battle results counted by Ms. Rose and couldn't help but sigh:
"If the foreign warriors under our command were all professional soldiers like this during the Black Disaster, we would definitely be able to defeat the Black Disaster with less losses. But to be honest, if all the foreign warriors who entered Transia at the beginning were these, then Miriam would not be able to sleep well at night."

Grand Duke Blood Eagle shrugged, glanced at the time on the clock hanging on the wall, and said:
"Those two guys might be waking up soon, let's go check it out."

Murphy and Trish went to the medical section together, and just as they arrived, they saw Prince Ivirios, wearing only tight "royal boxers", clumsily climbing out of a biological capsule.

The sea elf prince had a wound on his waist and abdomen that had just healed, leaving a terrible scar on his kidney area.

The good news is that the kidney was not injured, so the elf princess's future happy life is guaranteed. The bad news is that this scar is a commemoration of being hit by the Hateful Star Arrow of the Adel Star Bow, and it comes with a unique mark, and the scar cannot be removed by healing spells.

This is a terrible burden for the elves who love beauty and pursue perfection.

But if Murphy and the Sun Boat had not arrived in time, this handsome and good-natured fisherman prince would probably have become a member of the Flesh-Tearing Ghosts.

"Thank you for saving my life, Mr. Murphy."

The somewhat embarrassed prince took the towel handed to him by Murphy and put it on himself. He thanked him in a weak but polite manner and said sincerely:

"And also for your rescue of my people and my city. Without your help today, the sea elves would have suffered heavy losses. It is difficult for us elves to reproduce, and every member of our people is an important asset to us.

It is no exaggeration to say that your righteous actions today have saved the future of our race."

"Well, these sincere and polite words coming from the mouth of a distinguished elven prince are really nice and rare."

Tris said in a subtle tone:

"At least the elves I've met before wouldn't speak so humbly. This makes me have a better impression of you, my elegant prince. But I think you have no less doubts in your heart than I do, about why the Ranger General suddenly rebelled.

I heard that your Castilla Tree has been under siege for quite some time, why is your city's defense still so lax?"

"Our city is already well defended, Your Excellency the Grand Duke."

Ivelios sighed and said:

"The Castia Tree encountered internal strife ten days ago, and the Elven Royal Court was blocked by the dangerous Eternal Night six days ago. Queen Elenia and her daughter, Xilagui, broke out under the protection of the Royal Court guards commanded by Aunt Philosir. After arriving at the Great Moon Temple, they sent the news to the elven legions stationed in various places.

The Flower Keep and the Verdant Forest Defenders in the north, the Channel Line in the south, and the Ranger Headquarters in the west all responded to the queen's call.

The Amastacia fleet has also been mobilized to head north to the Great Moon Temple to support the Queen's National Salvation Army.

I was supposed to lead the fleet today, but then the Ranger General came to visit unexpectedly. She claimed that she brought secret instructions from Queen Ilenia. I did not expect this level of chaos to break out after she entered the city.

The Ranger General, my aunt, is the most trusted commander of the royal family.

She is my elder, I never expected that. Alas."

"I can understand that if Tris suddenly turned back into the Scarlet Witch one day and prepared to give me a whole life, I would fall for it without any warning. With Ferosil's status and qualifications in the Elf King's Court, it is indeed difficult for people to take the initiative to suspect her."

Murphy pointed to the cabin next to him and said:

"So, why don't we go ask her? I think the inside story of this matter is probably more complicated than we think."

The three of them came next door.

As soon as I entered, I saw the Beta suppression restraint device fixed to the floor of the cabin, but this was not the one used to accommodate the Pharaoh before. After that thing was used in the Holy City of the Moon, the shameless Pablo licked his face and asked to install it on his Plunder.

It's euphemistically called "guarding the house", but in fact it's used to prepare for possible attacks from the world-burning demon soldiers.

The suppression device in front of him was a gadget that Mosna had remade at the Port of Origin using the "Forger" machine tool. There were four of them on the Origin Pioneer in total for emergency use.

General Philosir, who was beaten badly by Murphy and was almost on the verge of death, was restrained inside. The purification energy filled in the Beta device was like a dark blue liquid that soaked Philosir in it, making the Ranger General's long hair sway in the liquid.

It looks exactly like the sleeping mecha girls in those classic science fiction comics.

The general, wearing only a royal bra, did not look charming or sexy at all. Although her face and figure were quite good, the wounds on her body that were healing were horrific, enough to dispel any reluctant thoughts. Although the most serious injuries had almost healed under the self-healing power of the Golden One, there were still some horrific wounds on her body caused by Murphy's necessary evil.

If you take this injury to any hospital for examination, it will be diagnosed as a serious condition. If you take the result to court and sue Murphy for intentional injury, you will win the case.

But that was the situation at the time, and it cannot be said that Murphy was a coward who punched women hard. After all, the lady in front of him was a real and powerful "female boxer" who could easily break the necks of 99% of the men in the world without using any weapons.

"How do you feel?" Murphy asked, and Philosier, who was in the restraint device, raised his head with difficulty.

Her unique green eyes were now filled with an undisguised bewilderment and confusion, but compared to her previous gloomy and evil demeanor, it was obvious that she had regained some consciousness.

In response to Murphy's question, the general replied intermittently:

"Headache. The Forest Mother has fallen. I have been affected. All the elves who have inherited the blood of God from her have been affected. We are shrouded in chaos and despair transmitted from the source.
The same thing is happening inside the giant tree gifted by the Mother of the Forest.

All the elves who followed him felt, to varying degrees, that the end of God was approaching. The mere impact of the disaster illusion was enough to drive even the most determined druids and rangers into madness.

Mr. Murphy, please help us, please help our gods."

"I got it."

A look of "as expected" flashed across Murphy's face.

But he did not dwell on this issue too much, and asked again:
"It's not surprising that a son of God like you can feel the pain of the Mother of the Forest, but it is a bit strange that you were captured so thoroughly by Chaos.

With the Star of Adel in your hand, you are more resistant to chaos than any other elves. You see, the fact that you are now only mentally lost but your body is still pure and has not yet fallen proves this point. So I am very curious, who gave you a push when you were most desperate?
Who arranged for you to come here and destroy the people you swore to protect?
This doesn't seem like making the best use of resources, but more like venting personal grudges.

Let me guess, it's Luna, right?

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It was your "daughter" who led you down the path of depravity. She wanted you to feel pain and despair before dying, so that you could experience the pain she had gone through over the years.
Am I right? "

"Ugh"

A long sigh came from the Beta device. Felosir, who was restrained inside, closed her eyes and said in a hoarse voice:
"On the night when the Royal Court was attacked, I escorted Elenia and Sierra to leave the area attacked by the dead souls, blood-mad vampires, and flesh-tearers, and was blocked by Luna on the way.

She was waiting for me in that chaotic fog.

You are right, Mr. Murphy, she could have killed me, but she chose to torture me.

She used the Law of Corruption and the Evil Spirit Blood Pact to accelerate my fragile sanity caused by the corruption of the Forest Mother, and led me into deeper darkness. She hated me for allowing her to be born but not wanting to be her mother, and she hated me even more for hunting and obstructing her over the past hundred years.

She wanted to make me destroy my oath with my own hands before killing me, turning me from a general guarding the kingdom into an executioner who slaughtered elves, so that my soul would be filled with despair before it rotted.

That child is beyond saving.

She was shaped by pain into a complete monster."

"Look at the good stuff you've done!"

Murphy turned around and complained to the guilty-looking Tris, and the Blood Eagle Duke was speechless.

After all, Luna was taught by her. From Philosier's description, Triss knew that Luna had become a person who enjoyed playing with people's hearts, enjoying leading people to fall, and loving to bring disaster.

Tris's former follower has grown into a more qualified "Scarlet Witch" than her. Well, including Hathor, this is the third generation of Scarlet Witch.

The first generation witch Hathor only stirred up trouble among the vampires, the second generation witch Tris represented the vampires to stir up trouble all over the Old Continent, and the third generation witch Luna directly joined the Destroyer Organization and created a series of nation-destroying events that threatened the survival of civilization.

All I can say is, if Scarlet Witch is also a profession, then this outrageous "professional inheritance" really is getting stronger with each generation.

"So, did Luna tell you why she chose this moment to attack the Elven King's Court?"

Murphy asked:

"The chaos at the Castilla Giant Tree is also related to her, right? I heard that she recruited many children of God who could not awaken. What exactly is she planning to do here?"

"She didn't say, but I guess it has something to do with the 'Certificate of the King' of the Elf Kingdom."

Philosir said weakly:

"My brother, the Elf King, had the opportunity to break out with us that night, but he chose to stay. He said that the Witch Cult's attack direction was exactly where the King's Certificate was stored.

That was his duty, and it was a treasure that must not fall into the hands of Chaos.

As for what Luna wants to do.
She didn’t hide her purpose.”

The Ranger General opened his eyes and looked at Murphy and Trish. She said seriously:
"She wants... No! I'm going to kill you, Murphy!
You arrogantly tried to occupy a treasure that does not belong to you. Your existence has become the biggest obstacle that prevents Lady Cuisi from ascending to the throne of God. You are interfering with the greatest god to be born at midnight. You are interfering with the brightest future that Lady Cuisi can obtain!
You idiot!

If you really care about her, you should know that only if Lady Tris obtains the power beyond the mundane in this era can she survive the inevitable twilight and become a truly great person in the next era. "

At this moment, Ferosil's eyes turned red, and his aura and posture suddenly changed.

At this moment, Tris's face turned pale. She stepped forward to protect Murphy and scolded:
"Luna! Stop! I command you!"

"What qualifications do you have to order me? And what identity do you use to order me?"

The source who remotely controlled Philosir's mind looked at Cui Si with a cold gaze. She said disdainfully:

"You are just a coward with the face of Lady Tris. It is a blasphemy to the Scarlet Witch to control this body! I will destroy you, the impostor who is willing to kneel at Murphy's feet, with my own hands. I will wake up my mother with my own hands.
And gave her the whole world.

You have forgotten your former ambitions, mother.

Sarokdar was created as Midnight Mistress according to your plan, and you used him, and your plan failed at the last moment.

But it's okay, I'll help you get it done.

I will eventually help you reach the pinnacle of this world, and I will personally send you to the throne above all things. Only in the quiet and beautiful night dominated by you can I sleep peacefully. "

"That's enough! I've heard enough of this illogical nonsense!"

Murphy stared at Philosier in front of him.

His gaze penetrated the Ranger General's painful eyes and saw the twisted will hidden in her body. He reached out and placed his hand on the restraint shell of the Beta device, activating the Omega program while saying:

"Wait at the Elven Court, Luna! I will come to you soon and finally eliminate the long-lasting shadow your madness has cast on my wife.

Well, yes, your mother is indeed perfect, but she already belongs to me, so don't contact her in the future. A well-behaved girl should know not to become an emotional barrier between your stepfather and mother.

Be good, okay?

"Shut up, Murphy! I'm going to grind you to dust!"

"Okay, wait patiently, there will always be a chance, you crooked little girl, now kneel down!"

(End of this chapter)