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Chapter 1191 1189. All this is dedicated to you, my shining mother

"My Lord! Our undead are out of control! They are shouting Pluto, Hades and other incomprehensible words as they rush over to slaughter us! We are caught off guard and unable to resist, and the Flesh-Tearers have no way to deal with it!
The blades of those Chaos Heralds are of no use against the dead!
We have suffered heavy damage here, please think of a solution!"

The shrill voices of the Death Fang clan members rang out from the blood crystal. The seriousness of the situation could be sensed just from the panic in the voices and the roars of explosions and slaughter in the background.

She chose the right way to ask for help, but unfortunately she chose the wrong person to ask for help.

In a secret room in the underground structure of the Elf King's Court, the lady who received the distress message did not seem to care about what happened in the outside world. She even felt that these trash were really annoying. What was wrong with this world?
Why couldn't there be some alone time for a poor girl who was destined to die soon but would certainly achieve her goal?
So, she picked up the blood crystal with her slender fingers, and said casually:

"Hold on!"

"what?"

This answer made the member of the Death Fang Clan dumbfounded. She had never expected that her request for help would be answered in this way. She stammered:
“But we can’t hold on any longer!
The Flesh-Tearers are being slaughtered in an organized manner by the damned army that rushed out of hell. Although those crazy Sons of God are still resisting, their discipline has always been a big problem. I don't think they will risk their lives to rescue us.

Undead
The undead are going crazy!

They surrounded our camp and planned to set fire to us. Everyone killed would transform into crazy underworld ghouls in terrible pain and join the other side.

and also!

And those haunting Helms Rangers
They rushed out from nowhere, shouting about revenge and bondage, and just followed the group of crazy undead to slaughter us! They walked among the dead as living beings but were not attacked by the claws of death, as if they were the servants of the god of death!
My lord, please use your invincible undead magic to control them again!

Or reinforcements. Yes, send some reinforcements to help us. Aren’t the elite of the family with you? "

"Let me explain to you, this is the situation now."

The lady holding the blood crystal stone seemed to be completely unaware of the urgency of the situation. She was still in the mood to answer in a rather academic tone:
"After the direct intervention of Hades' will, any undead spellcaster whose symbolic level is lower than Hades can no longer maintain his enslavement of his undead servants. This forced release has nothing to do with the spellcaster's level of manipulation and spellcasting strength.

Because that's the way the world works.

As the birthplace of death psychic energy, the underworld possesses irresistible authority in this regard. Lord Pluto, as the will of the underworld, is naturally the master of all undead souls. The dead can resist Pluto's will, but they cannot stand on the opposite side of Pluto.

Therefore, the situation has basically become hopeless.

Even if all the former high priests of the Church of the Dead Moon were gathered here, they would not be able to turn the tide on this matter.

So all you can do now is hold on. Of course, you can also try to break out and escape, but I don't have much hope for that.

A small tidal wave of death energy has already set off near the Elf King's Court. It will be difficult for you to escape the net of all the spirits' pursuit. Even if you escape, as the enemies of the Underworld, we will be regarded as enemies by any undead we encounter when we travel around the continent.

The shadow of Hades is over the world, child.

Midnight's clan has been united by the annoying Murphy and the equally annoying Payne. Vampires from all families are hunting us, so no shadow place is safe anymore.

There is nowhere else for us to go except to fight to the bitter end here."

These words made the Dead Fang vampire on the opposite side completely despair.

The latter was silent for a few seconds, and seemed to sense the ominousness in her leader's words. She said with difficulty:
"You, you have already guessed this result? How can you say such shameful words in such a calm tone? Are you planning to use us, your loyal followers, as cannon fodder?"

"Well, I just guessed that the annoying Murphy would not let us go easily. I just didn't expect that the means used by that Excellency to execute us would be so violent and grand. It seems that we really angered him."

The lady smiled and said:
"As for cannon fodder.
Oh my God, sir, when you were desperate and asked me to turn you into a member of the Dead Fang, I asked you, and you cried and swore to me that you would obey any of my orders.

The order I give you now is to fight to the death. This is just the fulfillment of the contract. How can you say that I regard you as cannon fodder?

Besides, the definition of 'cannon fodder' is a soldier who can buy me enough time to deal with a powerful enemy. Please ask yourself, sir, with your strength and your poor reaction at this time, do you deserve the word 'cannon fodder'?"

"You! You bastard!!!"

The guy opposite the blood crystal stone was obviously angered by her boss's attitude, but before she could yell more obscenities purely to vent her emotions, the blood crystal stone was shattered by the friction of those slender fingers.

It was like broken red crystals scattered on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Ms. Luna, the leader of the Witch Cult, the Elves' Disaster, the leader of the Dusk faction, the good adopted daughter of Tris, and the outstanding third-generation Scarlet Witch, waved her finger with disdain, allowing the fragments to be rolled up by psychic energy and thrown into the trash can next to her.

That's how she treats trash!

Of course, Luna didn't lie.

She really didn't expect that Murphy would mobilize such exaggerated force to attack her and her servants before the battle even started. As she said, it seemed that there was no hope of escape this time.

Fortunately, before this operation, Luna had no intention of escaping again.

The "puppets" she placed in various places in the Old Continent have been destroyed one after another by Shani and her men arranged by Lord Pa Ying. The branches of the Witch Cult in other places have also been continuously abandoned due to various factors, and finally retreated to the place where this force was established.

In the Kingdom of Castilla, right where Luna was born.

She wanted to prepare a final gift for "Mother" here, and this idea was strongly supported by other factions of Dusk.

Of course, she knew that her "companions" only intended to use this opportunity for her to get rid of the annoying Murphy, and she and her faction were put on the table to buy enough time for the others' final activities in the shadows.

But she doesn't care.

She no longer even cared about what actions and plans the other big guys in Twilight were promoting.

She chose the place for her own death, the place where she was picked up by Tris, the place where the whole world abandoned her but the Scarlet Witch brought her back to the world.

Luna let out a long sigh, sorted out the things on her desk again, and finally picked out a few scrolls to carry with her, then took off a scarlet rapier and put it on her waist.

She turned around, faced the dressing mirror in the room, and looked at herself in the mirror.

This is my truest form.

Without any magical modification, she is very different from the "puppets" she made in other areas. This is the real her.

Her cheeks are paler than those of other vampires, and the exposed blue veins on her neck make her look somewhat evil. The infection from the crazy blood has given her some characteristics of a vampire. For example, her blood-red eyes are more creepy than those of ordinary vampires and can flash a more bloodthirsty light in the dark.

But apart from this, there is no other decoration on this face, giving it a "delicate" feeling that is completely different from his style of doing things.

Luna is a half-elf.

Her face was 70% similar to General Philosier's, except that her ears were shorter than General Ranger's and her face was rounder than her "biological mother's" oval face. The two were almost carved from the same mold.

She had long black hair like Tris, and it was casually gathered behind her head with a simple hairpin, braided into a simple style that would not affect her battle.

She was wearing a slim-fitting robe that was a mixture of elf and vampire styles, which fully exposed her beautiful figure.

But like Tris, there was a horrible scar on Luna's covered shoulder.

It extends from the left collarbone all the way to the bottom of the chest. It was the scar left when Tris was attacked by Sarokdar the night she tried to protect her mother and the crazy old patriarch cut her body open and chopped her heart with a sword.

I can only say that they are worthy of being "mother and daughter", even their styles of injury and death are the same.

However, compared to Tris's more than a hundred years of silence and oblivion in Cadman City, what Luna experienced in the past hundred years was obviously more exciting and dangerous.

To be honest, she herself never thought that she could survive the death brought by Sarokdar, or rather, it was not until she woke up in the night of death that she realized that her true fate had already been quietly fixed.

"What a beautiful thing."

Luna reached out her hand and stroked her cheek. She whispered:

"All this is dedicated to you, the Midnight Mistress who is about to ascend." "I advise you not to be so optimistic."

Another cold voice sounded in the shadow of the room door.

As the door was pushed open, Countess Lily, wearing a blood-red dress, appeared in front of Luna. She reminded:

"The ritual of summoning the Midnight Mother has come to an end. My servants who stayed in the New World will conduct a large-scale Chaos Summoning to create an opportunity for the arrival of the evil spirit. By tomorrow evening at the latest, it will be able to cross the gap between the subspace and the material world and enter this world for a short time.

But Murphy has the scepter of God, Luna.

Even a god will die with regret if he is hit head-on, so you must choose the most suitable time and place. "

"He won't use the Scepter of God here, Lily."

Luna turned around and looked at this unique life in front of her, whose situation was exactly the same as hers, a being between an ordinary vampire and a fallen vampire.

She said seriously:

“That is the greatest weakness of God’s Scepter!

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Its destructive power is so great that while killing the evil god, it will also destroy the entire royal court along with all life in it.

Murphy would not allow such an outcome, or rather, he would not gamble everything on it until all other methods had been proven useless, and Midnight Mistress was a perfect match for my mother, Lily.

Only one contact is needed.
I promise you, when the dead night comes, the vampires will have their own fallen god."

"I still think you're too optimistic, Luna."

In a non-combat state, Lord Lily shook her head and said coldly:

“Based on the state I saw Tris last time, she would not choose to complete the ascension to the Godhead as you wish.

I can confirm that at this moment, the only thing left in her heart was the desire to be with Murphy forever. Love had captured her and nourished her, just like a lock that completely locked the Scarlet Witch in the cage in the deepest part of her heart.

Tris will not allow the selfish, crazy and vicious self of her past to be resurrected again.

You should know this better than I do. If you appear in front of Tris, she will definitely regard you as a mistake and correct it herself."

"However, Murphy's appearance was a mistake!"

Luna's face showed an irreversible stubbornness at this moment, and she said loudly:

“If it weren’t for that damned man, my mother would have become the master of this dead night under my arrangement. She would have completed her most perfect plan and stepped into eternity. Under her open blood wings, all members of the Midnight Clan would be sheltered and sleep forever in the quiet and beautiful night until the arrival of the next era.

Lily!

You know all this, you know the truth!"

"Just because I know it doesn't mean I agree."

Lord Lily scolded:
"Wake up, Luna. It was because of your reckless behavior in the Holy Blood Land that the two of us fell into this embarrassing situation. Your rash contact with the Mad Blood Clan in that sealed land not only turned you into a monster, but also implicated me!"

"Don't be silly, Lily. If it weren't for that accident, you would have died in the Black Disaster. How could you have the chance to see Pa Ying, the one you miss so much, again?"

Luna immediately retorted:
“Don’t think I don’t know that you are the weakest among us. You keep saying that you want to seek revenge on Pa Ying, but you don’t even have the courage to show up in front of him!

You are scared!
You were afraid that the moment you would meet Lord Pa Ying, you would abandon all your choices after death, turn into the most obedient canary and return to his side, longing for his comfort.
But don't forget, Lily.

Death changes us forever. Chaos gave us a second life not for free. You want to return to Payne, but you have to stay away from him to protect him.

Oh, poor Lily.
Like a homeless little bitch soaked in a rainstorm."

"Snapped"

A loud slap hit Luna's face, causing her cheek to tilt upwards, and Lord Lily, who flashed before her eyes, had a murderous look on her face.

"Try it!"

She said hoarsely:

"Try to say one more word, and I'll let you know that the vampire's immortality can only bring you excruciating pain in certain circumstances. I long to return to Payne's side, and I've never concealed this fact.

But this is not weakness, Luna.

You poor guy, you don't understand why Tris would willingly give up all her ambitions and follow Murphy, just as you will never understand the bond between me and Payne.

You have not been loved by your relatives since you were born, and the only warmth given to you came from the craziest and most ambitious person born in the blood clan. The Scarlet Witch raised you in the way she thought was right, but your deformed attachment to her made you lose the ability to distinguish right from wrong. No wonder you grew up to be what you are now.

It's up to you to seek your own death!
I have done everything I should say and do. I hope that when eternal silence comes, you can return without any regrets, but don't expect me to say even a word of condolence in front of your tombstone.

I hate you, Luna!

I hate you not because I was infected with crazy blood in order to save you, but because you destroyed the ending I chose for myself. I shouldn't have woken up after death. I should have lived forever in the heart of my lover in the most perfect posture.

You ruined it all!
Your casual interference has resulted in Paying and I having to kill each other to the bitter end.

You heartless monster!"

Lily released her hands from Luna's collar and took a deep breath to calm herself down.

She waved her hand as she turned away.

"I don't know what the head monk and the scholar are planning, and I'm not interested. The slave owner asked for leave probably because he had doubts about his own path. He should have done so long ago. After assisting you for the last time, I will go to the Great Wilderness to continue my mission.

I wish you good luck. ”

"Is that the cemetery you chose for yourself?"

Luna asked from behind her:
"Shouldn't the place where you and Pa Ying were buried together be more magnificent? You should know how twisted the 'love' between the two of you is, right? Who is the lunatic who falls in love with yourself?"

"Anyway, it's not me, a good girl."

Lily waved without looking back and soon disappeared into the shadows.

Luna let the scar on her cheek fade away, and then walked to another "real cult scene" in the underground area with an expressionless face.

A huge blood shrine was placed in the center, and the six "guardians" of the Witch Cult were praying and performing a forbidden ritual to summon the Mother of Midnight.

On the battlefield above their heads, for every servant with the mark of the Witch Cult that died, a part of power was sent into this ritual. Through the chaotic rifts that flickered like floating smoke in front of her eyes, Luna could vaguely see the shaped evil god traveling through the sea of ​​​​void and heading towards the material world.

"Come on, Murphy or whatever the hell it is."

She whispered:

"Right here! Embrace your fate, mine, and hers."

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