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Chapter 1207 1205. Blood River Reversal: The Day of the Blood Lord's Origin

"boom"

The two black blades of the Blood Eagle collided several times in the blink of an eye in the rapid staggered movement. It seemed as light as a sword dance, but the sparks that splashed when the blades cut meant that the sharp blades could take people's lives at any time. The two vampires holding swords came and went in the narrow space, and from time to time they used the flapping of their wings to complete the flashing assault and defense. It was dazzling to watch, and also made a group of Hell Divers who raised their arms to watch this "exhibition match" hold their breath.

Although the two vampires fighting with swords were just competing in skills, considering that one of them is the Governor of Transia and the other is the absolute leader of the armed forces on the land of Transia, even if these two guys are just competing in skills out of itchy hands, it can bring a very good viewing experience to the people around them.

But thinking of secretly learning the swordsmanship of the Blood Eagle Clan by watching duels is wishful thinking.

After all, the vampires' family swordsmanship can only be effective when combined with the unique power of each family. It is of no use to just learn simple skills. And if you really want to learn Blood Eagle Swordsmanship, there are complete analyses from old players on the forum. This basic skill has already been "open sourced". Some people have even got the physical book and started to learn it offline as a way to strengthen their bodies.

However, for the newbies of the Hell Divers, it is a very rare experience to see a high-level swordsman duel in this world. Anyway, they have completed their combat mission now and are idle on the spaceship sorting out endless internal affairs, so they might as well come and join in the fun.

"boom"

The black blades used for practice finally decided the winner at the thirty-fourth collision. The sword in Maxim's hand was knocked to the ground by Murphy with a swift chopped blow followed by a whirlwind strike, which made the monster general immediately take a step back, indicating that the winner had been decided.

"I doubt you've let it go, Mark."

Murphy put away the black blade and said in a teasing tone:
"Or maybe my general has been focusing too much on his beautiful wife lately, causing his progress in swordsmanship to seem mediocre."

"Ordinarily, when you make such a dirty joke, out of protection for Leonnia, I should throw a white glove in your face and challenge you to a duel between men."

Maxim shrugged, picked up his training sword, followed Murphy out of the practice room and said casually:
"But the truth is that I don't think I have slacked off in terms of honing my skills. The reason I lost is purely because your progress in this area is too terrifying. The swordsmanship you used just now should be the 'Blade of Death' that Chief Sarokdar is good at, right?"

"It's just a part of it. The swordsmanship is Laosa's understanding, but the footwork comes from the Abyss Dance created by Ms. Rose's followers in the Shadow. It is an advanced version of the Shadow Step, with a built-in short-range flash, which is very useful in close combat."

Murphy explained:
"I'm trying to combine the two master swordsmanships, retaining the super offensiveness of the Death Blade while adding the necessary dexterity and grace. This is a difficult job, and I've only just figured it out."

"But to borrow a foreigner's words, your modesty is full of Versailles."

Maxim complained:
"For a silver warrior, it is already a great fortune to be able to learn a little bit of the swordsmanship of a gold-level master. The fact that I was able to learn the Moon Elves' Moonsong Secret Sword was a gift from Leennia.

In order to learn this master swordsmanship, I was beaten black and blue by her in the moonlight at midnight.

While I was still gloating over my own pathetic improvement, my terribly powerful master had already begun trying to carve out his own path from the realm of the ancient sages. To be honest, you might have been born to explain what a genius is to mediocre people like me."

"That's so corny, Mark! After you got a girlfriend, your oral skills have improved."

Murphy made a creepy expression, then snorted, took out a set of swordsmanship notes from his bag and threw them to Mark, waving his hand and saying:

"This time, I asked you to bring the elven vanguard to the Castilla Peninsula, which is like asking you to work overtime. It would be too vulgar to talk about money between us, so just consider this as my 'mission reward' for you.

I heard that you have selected twelve warriors from among the players. Perhaps it is time to let them compete with each other to decide the title of 'Champion Warrior'.

Look, I even prepared a reward for you."

Maxim opened the notebook and glanced at it. The first page, which read "The Secret of the Blood Eagle Clan: A Detailed Explanation of the Master's Swordsmanship: The Blade of Death", made him blink. Then he read another line of small words below:
"The copyright owner of this master swordsmanship is Salokdar Collinsman Lesombra, and the author of the revised version is Ravno Murphy Lesombra. Those who have entered through this codex should voluntarily go to the Scarlet Castle Copyright Notary Office to pay for the use of the knowledge.

The Blood Eagle Clan solemnly warns that anyone who spreads this skill privately will do so at their own risk. "

Well, it's obvious that Lord Murphy is doing something. Maxim discovered that since the black disaster ended, Lord Murphy, who used to be somewhat serious, has been doing things more and more frequently. This shows that he is in a really good mood recently.

“Even for the most talented players, it is a fantasy to learn such advanced skills at the Silver level, but as you said, my champion warriors deserve the best treatment in Transia.

So, in compliance with your wishes, when that lucky person is born, I will personally teach him this supreme swordsmanship of the Blood Eagle."

Maxim unceremoniously put away the priceless notebook. He followed Murphy to the restaurant, chatting and laughing, and prepared to have a drink as a farewell.

In a few hours, Maxim and Leonnia will go back to the Maginot Line to continue their patrol and recruit training duties. Just as Murphy joked, the battles in the Kingdom of Castile these days are more like a relaxing trip for Maxim.

Well, considering Maxim's "famous" ascetic lifestyle within the New Blood Eagle Clan, it was really a great relaxation and leisure for him to come to the Elf Kingdom to chop down a group of Flesh-Tearers, Fallen Sons of God, and Dead Fang Aliens.

Fortunately, Leonnia comes from the equally conservative and boring royal family of the moon elves, otherwise it would be really difficult to adapt to Maxim's "plain and simple" daily life. Murphy even suspected that Maxim and Leonnia would not make love more than five times a year. Ah, compared with the ascetic monster general, the private life of Murphy, this shrimp-headed man, is really decadent.

"This group of new soldiers you recruited is very powerful!"

In the bar of the spaceship restaurant, Maxim held a glass of fruit wine with a drop of blood in it and said to Murphy:
"I have seen how the Helldivers fight on the battlefield. It is no exaggeration to say that their combat skills are top-notch even in Transia today. Their exaggerated discipline leaves no room for doubt about their iron will.

Perhaps the Transian People's Army should take them as an example and direction.

I communicated with Captain Zhao, and gained a lot of valuable experience from him in exchange for my combat skills notes. I also got a complete set of infantry drill manuals. Although these things can be found on the Internet in another world, it is really difficult for non-professionals to see the real tricks in them.

Perhaps we should invite a few "professional instructors" from other worlds for the new recruits we will recruit. Given the good cooperation model between the two parties, this request will most likely not be rejected."

"Alas, our medieval army should not blindly learn the military style of the 'higher civilizations', Mark. We can learn from them, but learning them blindly will only lead to trouble. We should take the path of building an army with Transian characteristics."

Murphy shook his head, then told Maxim something else. He took a sip of wine and said:

"Lord Paying is already planning the first round of selections for the Holy Blood Corps. I want you and Kudel to select a group of clan members with outstanding character, clear bottom lines, and strong will to become the vanguard soldiers of the Holy Blood Corps with you.

This matter concerns the further unity and integration between vampire families, so I can't just send anyone over there.

I know you have a lot of responsibilities right now, Mark, but this is something you have to do.”

"I am willing, Master."

Maxim drank the wine in his glass.

He stroked the sleeve of his swordsman robe, as if he could feel the tattoo of his faith on his arm. He said:
"You have fulfilled the faith and restraint of the Midnight God, allowing us lost souls to find the direction of the light in the eternal night. The Holy Blood Regiment is just the beginning. Master, as the first servant to follow you, I said when I swore an oath to you that the prosperity of your great cause is my only goal in this life.

I am willing to be your vanguard and help you integrate the power of other families!
I think Kudel, who once doubted the future you promised, has realized, as I have, that only you can save those struggling in the quagmire of eternal night.

We will convey your will with swords and fire. Under the watchful eyes of the Mother of Midnight, we will completely eliminate those who have decayed in the eternal night, leaving only the most hopeful seeds. In the end, only one voice can echo in this midnight!
That is you! That is the Supreme Midnight King."

"Well, ever since the followers of Avalon called out this nickname, I've heard a lot of people calling me that in private. It's pretty cool, but it always feels a bit embarrassing."

Murphy curled his lips, but did not hypocritically persuade Maxim to take a rest.

His relationship with Mark has long surpassed that of ordinary friends and superiors. He knows that all the problems he encounters can be handed over to Maxim to solve, and Murphy's monster will definitely do its best to help its master solve problems.

After sending Maxim away, it was almost evening. Murphy planned to take a solar boat to take a look around the Adel Underworld. After confirming that everything was correct, he would embark on the journey back to the Millennium Sand Sea. The "huge treasure chest" of the Creation Engine was waiting for him to open.

A group of eagerly waiting demigods were crying out for food, and Murphy didn't dare to delay any longer.

However, just as the Origin Pioneer turned and headed for the Adel Underworld, Murphy suddenly felt something moving with his sword.

Pulling the Long Night Guard out of its sheath and letting the scarlet fire wrap around the blade, he merged his consciousness into it and established a brief connection with the Midnight Mistress who had returned to the warp. He then sensed a rather outrageous sign from the Midnight Mistress's strange, painful and chaotic mental vibrations.

"Its chaotic spirit seems to be torn apart. A new consciousness has begun to vibrate, just like a baby about to be born. Is the neutral aspect of the Midnight Mistress about to be born? So soon?"

Murphy, holding the Long Night Guard, was horrified.

According to his prediction, even if the power system of the Order Camp, the Will of the Underworld, was used to incorporate the Midnight Mistress into it, it would take some time for this evil god born in chaos to form a neutral aspect. After all, it was a reversal and change of tendency at the symbolic level, which could not be accomplished overnight.

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But the fact is, the Midnight Church in the material world is still in the preparation stage, but the Midnight Mistress here is about to give birth first.

The speed was so fast that not only the other vampires, but even Murphy, the instigator of all this, were caught off guard. However, the Midnight Mistress's thinking was confused and disordered, and it was impossible to figure out the whole story from it. Murphy could only use another way to figure out what was happening over there.

He waved the Long Night Guard, causing the blood-red halo wrapped around the blade to spread out.

The blood river domain belonging to the Midnight Mistress enveloped Murphy in the next moment, pulling the entire cabin into a strange river of scarlet light.

Murphy stood in it. This was the first time he took the initiative to call upon the mysterious blood river domain after completing the faith constraints of the Midnight Mistress. Holding the instrument of faith in his hand, he closed his eyes and felt like he was really standing in a river with no known origin or destination. He could clearly feel the cold power born from the eternal night washing over his body. It was also like he was in an icy cemetery, surrounded by the Eternally Dead who were swimming in blood.

They belonged to the Midnight Mistress's realm of power on a symbolic level, helping her become the racial god of the vampires, completing the first and last circle connection.

But Murphy was not one of them.

That is the living person on the other side of life and death, stepping into the river of the dead with a masterful attitude.

Murphy could hear many vampires in the Blood River realm cursing at him.

Tsk tsk, that curse was so harsh that it gave Murphy a new understanding of the "language art" of vampires. However, he did not care about those poor creatures bound in the river of blood, who could do nothing but satisfy their desire to talk.

If this blood river area is regarded as the underworld of the vampire clan, then its current degree of completion is estimated to be less than 20%. It is completely a crude unfinished house. Not only are the rules incomplete, but even the power system is still a mess. However, there are rules in even the most chaotic power system.

For example, Murphy standing in the reflection of the blood river can clearly feel the most powerful individual in this bloody turbid flow.

"Don't hide your head and show your tail, everyone! You know I can clearly sense your presence."

Murphy whispered:
"Show yourself, I just need an answer."

"You spoke to us in the tone of 'old friends meeting' and sought answers to your doubts. However, you did not realize that we who exist here are only broken reflections of the past, and not the dead people in your memory, Midnight Pluto."

Sarokdar's voice appeared in the reflection of the blood river. He held the Blood Spirit version of Necessary Evil between his hands and said to Murphy:
"We are merely the symbolic composition of the Midnight Mistress as the god of the vampire race. The imagination and memory of us in the minds of thousands of blood clan individuals who have been sacrificed have jointly shaped our form. We are the image of the legendary ancients, but not the real ancients.

We, the illusory and broken souls, are far from having the honor of playing the real one."

"It doesn't matter. A real person always has flaws of one kind or another, but the heroic leaders in legends are often perfect. Compared to communicating with a flawed bastard, it might feel better to deal with you perfect shadows of the past."

Murphy looked at the old patriarch in front of him and asked:
"I feel that the neutral aspect of the Midnight Mistress is about to be born. Why is it so soon?"

"Because you overestimate it, Midnight King."

Laosa explained in a gentle tone:

"If the evil god was really as powerful as a god, it wouldn't have to try so hard to find a mind core to make itself complete. It can't think, and its consciousness is a fusion of the remaining thoughts of the sacrificed in the eternal silence of pain. It is full of pain and huge, but there is no convergence at all.

How can such a loose consciousness compete with the constraints of a united and clearly defined doctrine?
Under the powerful impact of the midnight doctrine you created, the chaotic myths of the Midnight Mistress have been defeated. However, the birth of the neutral aspect will inject wisdom into it, allowing those chaotic forces to unite to form conceptual opposition.

The war between Order and Chaos will continue in the realm of the Midnight Mother until the end of eternity.

This is its destiny.”

"Well, that's a very logical explanation."

Murphy nodded, then he changed his tone and looked at the "Legendary Sarokdar" in front of him and said:
"What about you? Which side do you take in this war of concepts?"

“That’s up to you.”

Laosa hesitated for a moment, and as more illusory blood spirits appeared behind him, he answered on their behalf:
"If you think we, the shadows of the past, represent the decadence and folly of the past, then we belong to Chaos. If you think we can be seen as some kind of symbol of the future, then we belong to Order.

You are the Pluto under midnight, and the guide and trainer of the Midnight Mistress. For us humble phantoms whose identities and appearances are stolen from the dead, whether we can have a new identity depends only on your thoughts. "

Murphy nodded.

He opened his eyes in the cabin and looked at the blood river illusion reflected beside him. Then he stretched out his hand and said:
"The Songhai people have ancient kings, and the elves are destined to have generations of Adel Hades. If the vampires want to establish a Hades, they naturally have to set up ethical principles for the dead. Our Blood River Hades also has rules, so I would say that you are welcome to join the Midnight Cult in creating a neutral and fair Lord of Eternal Night.

Under His light, you too will become eternal legends of midnight.

Well, the legend of the blood lords
I invite you, the Broken Souls born in the past but destined to give everything for tomorrow! The future Blood Lords! Come, join me, and start this conceptual war, we will definitely win!
I have no doubt about that.”

(End of this chapter)