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Chapter 1193 1191. Hey, who among those who can make it in this day and age doesn’t have a cool transformation phrase?

The Midnight Mother is condensing entities in the material world, but the impact of a divine evil entering the world has been revealed the moment the sun and moon turned over.

Ms. Rose kindly explained to the young players that [the laws of night, darkness, blood and related lower levels are changing], just like when Old Su crashed into the material world from the subspace, it caused a horrible winter storm, and the aftermath of that storm is still affecting the Kavhoka Plain and nearby areas.

The power of gods comes from the embodiment of rules. In their respective priestly fields, it represents the influence of a certain kind of materialized power when it reaches its extreme. Obviously, the field represented by the Midnight Mistress who is moving her body and the blood-colored light wrapped around her is "midnight" and "blood".

Well, two very narrow destinies!
Basically, it can only be used to restrain midnight creatures such as vampires. After all, the Midnight Mistress is currently just a divine evil with power but no divine duties.

But precisely because of the narrow direction of its power, the Mother of Midnight is quite proficient in her own field of expertise. This can be confirmed from the fact that it appeared in the Castilla Forest and can influence vampires in the entire world.

This is a good thing for other races, as it means that the impact of the Midnight Mistress on them will be minimized. However, it is an outright bad thing for vampires.

When the body of the Midnight Mistress, composed entirely of twisted vampire remains, unfolded in the scarlet storm, all vampires, including Maxime and Adele, were forced to undergo several major mental tests.

Transia's Monster General and Shadow Baroness were able to survive the Psychic Storm because they had Murphy's blood flowing in their bodies, which made them more resistant to Chaos infection. In comparison, the situation of other vampires still on the battlefield was very bad.

Even a golden strongman like Se Se Tou Zi was on the verge of collapse when he looked directly at the evil god.

She was dragged back and forth by Ms. Raven, who had been resurrected as a spirit. Raven was still slapping Yvette in the face to keep her awake. However, Chief Sese, a man with all the evil in his heart, had already started to hug his long-dead Raven and "kiss" her and talk nonsense.

This was obviously caused by the invasion of the mind by the evil illusion of the Midnight Mistress.

"Send them up!"

Tris, flapping her wings like a dragon, was shrouded in a faint glow of Omega energy. The Blood Heart hanging on her chest protected her, allowing Tris to use large-scale teleportation to send all the vampires on the battlefield to the Origin Vanguard which was climbing at this time. However, when she looked back, she saw that the Dead Fang vampires who were being annihilated by the Hell Divers were flying towards the Midnight Mistress in a "sucker swallow throwing itself into the arms" posture.

Those crazy aliens screamed the names of gods, as if they were mad and wanted to return to the origin of their bloodline.

The Midnight Mistress accepted all of them. The scarlet aura that was wrapped around her body like a "river of blood" opened its arms to these guys, causing any vampire that approached her to "melt" in the blood light.

When Tris looked at the river of blood, even with the protection of the Omega power contained in the Heart of Blood, an uncontrollable spiritual tide still surged in her heart.

The Midnight Mistress's request for "fusion" at this moment echoed in Tris's heart like a huge bell, making her actually want to fly over and merge into the warm sea of ​​blood for a few moments.

"Snapped"

A slap hit her face hard, and Tris relied on the pain to wake herself up.

She cast the teleportation spell again and sent Maxim, who was flying hard with Leonnia on his back, high into the sky. When she was about to cast the spell, she suddenly flashed in the air and reappeared a dozen yards away. Where she originally stood, a voice that was extremely familiar to Tris was standing there with a rapier in his hand.

This sneak attack was more like a "greeting" than intended to cause harm.

When the latter raised her head, her overly pale face was accompanied by a gentle and expectant expression. Luna looked at Tris, who was holding the Raven Star Staff in front of her, and the Death Fang Rapier in front of her. She was wearing a Blood Eagle ceremonial robe and bent down to perform a complicated but precise vampire etiquette.

"Source" said softly:

“Welcome to this sacred moment, Mother.

I have fulfilled your wish and created this stairway to godhood for you. Respond, just respond to the call, and the supreme position will be born for you.

Look at it!
Look at this weeping midnight mistress!

Just like a baby, longing for the guidance and nurturing of its mother.

Just as you have given me hope and a future, you can also lead it to survive and live better in the dangerous warp, I firmly believe this."

"Luna."

Tris waved the Raven Star Staff and summoned six raven spirits formed by the Fire of Creation to surround her. She stared at the Dusk Chieftain and her adopted daughter in front of her and said in a hoarse voice:
"You can definitely say what's hidden in your heart. You think this evil god is the child born from the spiritual union between you and me, right? You are really very sick."

"Well, you finally said it."

In the face of Tris's sarcasm, Luna gave a shy smile.

She reached out and brushed her hair, revealing her slightly pointed ears, and said:
"Please forgive my little taboo, but I just want to give you the best gift that this cruel world can give to vampires. I know you want it. After all, you taught me. Even though you are so weak now, I can still hear the ambition screaming in your heart.

She was buried by you, but she still hopes to be resurrected like ashes longing to be rekindled! "

"Don't you ever ask me if I want a gift before you give it to me?"

Tris said coldly:
"Do you know how much trouble your misbehavior has caused me?"

"I know!

I enjoy the feeling of this battle of wits and courage with you, as if returning to the good old days, an era without sadness, separation, pain, death, and the annoying Murphy, an era when you only belonged to me and I only belonged to you.

Sadly, we can’t go back to the past.”

Luna answered as she turned around quickly.

With a lightning-fast swing of her sword, she cut off the dark star arrow shot from behind. Amid the flickering of the scattered starlight, she swung the blade, creating a flowing blood-red wave behind her. Looking at General Filosir who jumped down from behind her and Tris who surrounded her, she said:
"Both of my 'mothers' are here. It's really a unique family gathering. Unfortunately, among the three of us women, one is destined to achieve success, one is destined to be sad, and one is destined to die. Well, or two of them."

Luna raised the rapier in front of her eyes, with her other hand behind her back, like a standard duelist or swordsman. As the blade in her hand swung out sword flowers, she said:

"The guests are all here, let the farewell blood feast begin! Let Murphy's screams accompany our dance of death until we reach the final end!"

"boom"

The flying Fiery Raven slammed into Luna's feet with a ferocious attitude, splashing hot flames that filled the battlefield. While holding the Star Staff, Tris cast a spell and scolded:

"Impolite child! You should call him 'father'!"
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In the eyes of other races, the Midnight Demon is just a blood-colored giant whose face cannot be looked directly at. However, in the eyes of Murphy and the vampires at this time, the image of the Midnight Mistress has become clearer and more distorted than before.

The limbs on its body that were made up of the remains of members of the Blood Vulture Clan had completed "symbiosis". The shapes of the dead were no longer visible, and only the blood-red eyes preserved on the pale bones were left. Each eyeball represented a "returning" vampire.

When the eyes all over the body of this monster kept opening and closing, the distortion and hideousness that went straight into his heart made Murphy feel uncomfortable all over.

The three wings behind it were also made entirely of bones, and it didn't look like it could fly, but as the bony wings flapped, the howling of millions of vampires still poured into Murphy's consciousness like a mental blow.

The extreme malice was filtered out by the Omega program operating at full capacity, leaving only the simplest prayers and cries.

"No! Save us!"

"Please, Murphy, please, give us freedom." That was the prayer of the many individuals in the body of the Midnight Mother, representing the inhuman treatment they suffered after they gathered into the body of the Midnight Mother.

Sarokdar used forbidden knowledge to complete the sacrifice created by the gods. This obviously evil method naturally cannot be expected to create anything "beautiful".

However, this guy is growing.

Murphy could feel that the Midnight Mistress in front of him was far from fully grown. Perhaps the ugliness and distortion at this moment was just a temporary "larval stage", just like the story of the ugly duckling. Eventually, the thing in front of him would grow into a mysterious and majestic Midnight Blood God, and become as perfect as the gods praised in myths.

Of course, the prerequisite is that it cannot continue to swim in the chaotic cesspool of the subspace. That terrible environment is obviously harmful to the growth of young gods.

"Are you wondering why you have tried your best to stir up a storm in your heart to attack me, but you still can't make me bow down to you on the spiritual level like the other members of the Midnight Clan?"

Murphy looked at the evil spirit in front of him and said in a teasing tone:
"Don't doubt your influence on vampires, my ugly god. You can't influence me simply because you are too weak."

Amid the fearful hum of necessary evil, Murphy waved his hand to disperse the pale light wrapped around him, revoking the protection of the Omega program and exposing himself to the mental storm raised by the Midnight Mistress in a defenseless posture.

This is simply suicidal behavior.

However, amidst the chaotic roar of the Midnight Mistress, Murphy still did not show the slightest sign of depravity, and even his eyes did not show the turbidity of mental damage.

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"When I looked into the eyes of Chaos with my flesh and blood, and my mind was not shaken, I knew I had obtained the strongest power to deal with you, the bastards of the Warp."

The vampire lord stared at the brightly lit [Chaos Immunity] talent on the translucent character card in front of him. He moved his shoulders to prepare for battle and said:

"The fact is, your Chaos Purity is too low!
You and the guy who summoned you have missed the best time to kill me. The trap prepared for Murphy was outdated the moment it was formed. After all, you want to bury Murphy. What does it have to do with me, Lord Pluto?
You see, it's not just you who are making progress. Time has also been generous to me. It's not just Dusk that sends people from the Warp. I also have my friends on that never-ending battlefield.

I have been preparing for this meeting since our last meeting, and I have learned a lot of new tricks.
Do you want to see it? "

To this, the Midnight Mistress’ response was quite direct.

Since the mental storm that can affect vampires is useless to Murphy, and since he cannot lure the chosen one of creation into depravity, he will be crushed by his supreme power! How can a mere silver-level life stop its powerful attack that is infinitely close to the realm of the gods?
"bang"

The giant skeleton claw wrapped in the glow of a river of blood was raised, and nearly a thousand blood-red eyes on the claw flickered, exerting the restraints of various spiritual energies related to midnight, and then smashed down at Murphy like a giant hammer with the power to shatter the world.

This posture is very similar to playing whack-a-mole.

As we all know, playing whack-a-mole can always make people's blood pressure soar.
"boom"

The fall of the giant claw caused the entire Elf Royal Court to "jump".

The horrific collapse spread in all directions along with the evil divine blow, and the impact ring AOE brought by the pure power pulled all lives within nearly a thousand yards into the illusion of a blood river, suffering torture on both physical and psychological levels.

The players of the Silver Moon Group were screaming. They were unable to react at all and could only watch in despair as their health bars were reduced to a dangerous level at a horrifying rate of percentage deduction in just a few moments. However, neither Lady Water nor Brother Huo could cast a healing spell.

When the evil god appeared, all other psychic energies on the battlefield had been completely squeezed out, forming a "forbidden magic zone" that could only release midnight-type psychic energies. It was a complete transformation of the battle environment with powerful forces, but because the enemy's numerical values ​​were too outrageous, this brutal suppression could not be broken at all.

Even if you use your ingenuity to achieve the effect of using only a little force to move a great object, your strength must be at least 40 ounces, and the opponent's strength cannot exceed a thousand pounds, right?
The current comparison between the players' strength and that of the Midnight Demon is much more exaggerated than this metaphor.

At the center of the midnight shattering fall, right where Murphy was standing, bricks and stones, as well as existing things, had been annihilated into dust, but in the shattering zone with an extremely high concentration of chaos, the hammer strike that should have been a sure thing was in vain.

When the Midnight Mistress roared and raised her huge claws for the second time, the onlookers around her cheered.

Lord Murphy held on!
That evil god failed to kill him with one strike!

As we all know, the important rule of this kind of CG animation is "no damage if there is smoke"!
And if you can't kill the enemy instantly with one strike, there is a high probability that a shocking reversal will occur.

Why not perform a gorgeous second transformation in front of the already desperate players, save the situation from danger, and complete Mr. Murphy's favorite finale and turn the tide?

Hey!
You are the main NPC!
Stand up! ! !
Amid the cheers and shouts of Xiao Weiming, against the backdrop of the bloody giant claws falling, in the smoke of dust splattering and shattering everything, the pair of blood-red wings belonging to Lord Murphy spread out in a flash, stirring up a strong wind to blow away and summon the arrival of a cold and majestic force, causing the sky that had already turned midnight to sway and tremble at this moment.

In this case, it would be a waste of this classic scene design if there was no cool and exaggerated transformation words. As we all know, Mr. Murphy never disappoints the little players who have high expectations of him.

then
"I shaped it, I have judged it, I joined hands with death, held up the blazing sun, bore the weight of the thousand-year-old ocean, and helped the shadow of the universe devour the world."

Murphy's loud voice, tinged with emotion, resounded throughout the battlefield.

As his blood-colored wings flapped, he rose from the ground holding the Necessary Evil and the Long Night Guard, facing the giant claws of the Midnight Mistress. He let the strong wind from the blood river blow his long hair into a flutter, and a ray of cold moonlight that pierced the contract descended from the sky, penetrating the three realms and shrouding the vampire lord's body.

A dark and cold moon appeared in the sky, just like a spotlight on the stage covering Murphy, and it also separated the area, causing the giant claw to roar and retreat, returning empty-handed!

"I want to fly, I must rise, I spread my wings at midnight, leap over despair, carry the broken past, and live towards death where the light is born!"

The second proclamation was issued.

The divine descent from Hades, the king of the underworld, covered Murphy, surrounding him with a pitch-black armor. Based on the glimpse he got when he met that adult that day, he created the majestic and solemn Dark Dragon Armor to complete the underworld's armament.

The huge illusion of the Pluto worm descended on this broken land in a physical form, stirring up a cold wind and making the Withered Ones roar.

But it's still not over.

"I see that all living things are suffering, I hear the chaos, I gather all the sins of the world to slash the creeping shadows, hold the face of the long night to cut off the echo of the abyss, the battle is here! Gods listen and grant this, listen to my command! Reverse the eternal night and go against the dawn!"

"buzzing"

At Murphy's call, all the gods who had ever interacted with him generously poured out their divine power at this moment. The streams of light scattered like arrows of light that shattered the eternal night and were nailed to the earth amid the roar of the Midnight Mistress. It was like a ten-thousand-foot-high prison of light that trapped the evil god to death and completely cut off its way back to the subspace.

The octagonal cage is ready.
Only one person can walk away!

And Murphy believed that the lucky person would never be anyone other than himself.

Murphy, who achieved the "incarnation of Pluto", spread his wings and cast his shadow deeper than the dead night into the darkness of the Midnight Mistress and the reflection of the blood river. He held the double blades and swung them lightly, tearing the space and releasing the power of the collision laws. A bloody armor mask covered his handsome face.

But only he and the Midnight Mistress could hear that final announcement.

"Ah, look at this beautiful sin, listen to the wailing of weakness. He will surely be proud and satisfied to see this scene. It turns out that He has a good eye, so... Shout, roar, and then die.

All for the Midnight King!"

(End of this chapter)