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Chapter 1222. You, the midnight master of the vampire, are a little bit unserious
When the Midnight Mistress let out her first extremely painful roar, not only Triss, who had a symbolic connection with it, heard the shock waves originating from the subspace, but all the vampires strolling around the continent at midnight also had a corresponding perception.

The feeling was very similar to the instinctive panic that comes when your heart suddenly stops beating for a few beats while you are sleeping soundly at midnight, or like when you are walking on the road at night and suddenly hear a ghost's question from behind that is scary enough to kill you.

The emotional fluctuations from the symbol of the vampire race transformed into waves of illusions lingering in the hearts of all vampires at this moment. Ordinary lower-level vampires could only sense the panic brought about by the supernatural power, but those upper-level vampires and grand dukes whose bloodlines were close to the origin could clearly see the struggle of the Midnight Mistress in the Sea of ​​Void in the flickering illusions before their eyes.

It's lit!
That terrifying creature that was like a gathering of midnight malice was like a torch ignited from within its existence, burning in the sea of ​​​​void. The light from the inside out illuminated its existence, and the light of order was released from every blood-red eyeball on its body.

It even illuminated the chaotic and disordered chaos subspace a little.

This was clearly a direct infusion of some kind of energy, coming from the power above the gods that was transforming this divine beast. Needless to say, one could tell how painful this process was. However, for those vampires who truly knew the truth, they had already understood the meaning of this picture.

In an underground prayer room of the Maginot Line at the southernmost tip of Transia, General Maxim in his blood-red robe is no longer as tough as before. He stands in front of the highest pulpit like a classic priest, and the midnight scripture in front of him has been opened.

He raised his tattooed arms, imitating the posture of Brother Crow praying for the believers in his memory, and shouted in a chanting tone with a long and methodical voice:

"Followers of the Midnight Mistress, our gods are watching us and longing for more comfort from faith in the suffering leading to order. We should establish a more direct and pure connection with our gods.

Come, follow me and chant His name."

"Ah, Midnight Mistress!"

In front of Maxim, the vampires from the People's Army were sitting in the church-like prayer room in their respective military uniforms, each holding an open midnight scripture, and chanting the words in the scripture aloud as Maxim recited.

The vampire belief system is far from being formally established. Even those vampires who chant the name of the Midnight Mistress loudly are more like completing "daily activities" rather than believing in something. However, faith is always born from fixed rituals and chanted prayers.

This is especially true for vampires who have had no concept of faith in the past thousands of years.

They are now just clumsily imitating how other races worship God, but it is undeniable that the first step in learning any great cause begins with careful imitation.

Behind Maxim, Ms. Leonnia, the guardian, looked at Maxim with a gentle gaze as he led the Blood Eagle vampires to perform religious rituals. The scene before her reminded her of the countless sacred prayers to the Moon Maiden that she had participated in when she was still a Moon Elf.

For the moon elves, the ceremonies that praise the moon girl are one of the most important and sacred things in their lives.

She didn't know what was wrong with her brain, but Leonnia felt that at this moment, Maxim, dressed as a priest and shrouded in mysterious beliefs, was full of some kind of "temptation" to her, which made a certain impulse in her heart roar like an uncontrollable beast.

So handsome!

sleepy
Give me more!
Well, please forgive Ms. Leannia's unique and somewhat weird XP, but considering that she is a moon elf who values ​​faith to the utmost, it is not surprising that she has such thoughts.

At the same time, in the holy city of the origin of the thousand-year-old sand sea, Grand Duke Hathor, without a hood, walked out of her resting room barefoot in pajamas, like a cold oriental lady, and looked down from the balcony in the bright and indifferent moonlight.

She could see Lord Paying leading a group of Blood Alliance Knights strictly carrying out the rituals of the Midnight Church on the distant sand dunes, and the "puppy" Palano, who was bound by his own extraordinary golden law, was among them.

They set up a simple altar on the sea of ​​sand and used a set of specious scriptures to pay homage to the Midnight Mistress.

Hathor could even vaguely see lines representing faith extending from the heads of the vampires in front of him, all the way to a distant unknown land. Those lines converged and woven into unique chains, covering the spirits of the vampires in a restraining posture.

"No matter how many times you watch it, this belief in enforced restraint is just outrageous."

Grand Duchess Hathor leaned on the balcony and complained:
"Perhaps even Lady Constance could not have anticipated that the savior she was waiting for would unite the vampires in this way and lead them to a future that no one could predict. However, an unpredictable future is the best future.
Maybe I should add some fuel to the fire that's already been lit?"

She thought for a moment, then took out a blood crystal from her pocket, placed it in her palm and injected spiritual energy into it. The blood crystal made of the purest jade floated up, outlining the image of the vampire on the other side of the world for Grand Duke Hathor.

A female vampire dressed in Callum's style, wearing the complicated but majestic official robe of the Dragon Emperor's court, holding a blood-red Ruyi tablet in her hand, it seems that she just finished get off work.

"Gather the core members of the Inner Court and find a place in Yuxiao Mountain to start praying to the Midnight Mistress. Respond to the call from the Chosen Ones of Creation and the Midnight King, and offer your faith in order to the God of Blood."

Grand Duke Hathor ordered:

"At the same time, arrange for capable personnel to spread the faith of the Midnight Mistress among the tribe members as quickly as possible."

"But the Dragon Emperor..."

The vampire from the Secret Blood Clan on the other side hesitated. She whispered:

"The Dragon Emperor has always disliked the existence of faiths other than Yun Lan Tian Zun and Hai Yuan Tian Zun in his inner court. We are afraid that doing this will anger him."

"Alas, you have long forgotten that we and the Dragon Emperor are merely partners. Now you have become the bloodhounds trained by the majestic emperor."

Hathor gave a gentle rebuke and said:
"But you don't have to worry about what happened tonight. That was a dispute between the Dragon Emperor and the Midnight King. It has nothing to do with us. Go do your work. Oh, by the way, hurry up and wake up those old immortals in the tribe who are cultivating in the mountains and seas. Let them wait for the call!
Lady Constance's fate is about to be revealed.

I think that as former members of the Blood Spirit Court, they don't want to see Ms. Mei Ye fly into a rage after waking up.

No one wanted to see her angry, and no one expected that to happen.

Now, in the name of the Midnight Mistress, go to work."

The Grand Duke of Secret Blood waved his hand to terminate the communication with the blood crystal stone, then returned to his room filled with books, found a position facing midnight, waved and took out his midnight scripture, and for the first time in his long life, knelt down like a believer and recited the name of the Midnight Mistress softly.

She couldn't possibly have the faith to devote herself to the Midnight Mistress.

But when everyone else was doing it, she knew better than to act too outrageous.

Unfortunately, not all vampire dukes were as rational as Hathor. For example, Grand Duke Shani in Ptolemy City rebuked several core elders of the Thorn Clan with an ugly expression. She roared:

"That's not the god of vampires. Vampires born at midnight have no god!"

"But the clan leader, Lord Pa Ying, clearly said."

A senior member of the Thorns wanted to refute, but when he saw Xia Ni's cold eyes, he immediately backed down.

He and the others were aware of the uneasiness gathering in their hearts.

No one knows what Shani is thinking, but there is no doubt that Grand Duke of Thorns is already fighting against the doctrine of the Midnight Order that Lord Paying is promoting.

Some ancient ones sensed potential risks in this opposition, but in fact Shani did not really have any deep-seated dissatisfaction with the beliefs of the Midnight Mistress. This opposition was based on her unique identity.

In addition to being a vampire grand duke, she is also the oldest surviving "head of the family" of the Romanov family. This unique identity means that Shani cannot consider issues from the perspective of vampires like other grand dukes. She must consider the impact of the rise of vampire civilization, which is gradually moving towards unity under the guidance of the Midnight Madam's faith, on the current situation of the Nordtov Kingdom.

This conflict between the two identities made it difficult for her to find her own position when this kind of change came.

She knew that if she continued to be so stubborn and confront the "unification faction" led by the Lord, the outcome would definitely not be good, but she had to find a way to balance the needs of both sides before the conflict broke out, if that way really existed.
"Pray to the Midnight Mistress, and ask the bloody god of midnight to bless us to survive in this desolate snowfield and find the legendary miracle."

In sharp contrast to Shani's cautiousness was Count Andre, who was leading the White Mountain faction on the Whispering Hills in the wilderness.

He did not participate in Her Majesty Freir's coronation ceremony. He returned to his hometown halfway with the wolf girl's order. He had to find the legendary land of creation hidden in the wilderness for his country and monarch.

At this time, in the camp where the cold wind was blowing, in Andre's tent, Count White Mountain took the lead in praying to the Midnight Mistress and asking for peace.

Compared to Shani's thoughts, Andre's ideas were much simpler.

Given the deep cooperative relationship between him and Murphy, how could his Murphy brothers harm him?

While this group of rebellious thorn vampires were praying in the blizzard, a vampire pioneer who was almost frozen ran back to the camp. He held high the mechanical fragment of the Creator he had found and shouted to Count Andre:
"May the Midnight Lady bless you! Your Highness, we have found the place. There is a broken entrance in the ravine ahead that leads to the legendary land of creation. But the bad thing is that we also found a large group of Western Sahara barbarians nearby."

"Ok?"

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Andre turned around suddenly and exclaimed:

"How did the Western Sahara barbarians get to the core area of ​​the Great Wilderness? How did they cross the border? Damn it! Are those barbarians also looking for this legendary land?
fast!
Send word to the Winter Wolves!

Request Marshal Baldwin to send troops to support us. That is the climate control artifact given to Nordtov by the Creator. It must not fall into the hands of the barbarians!"
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"Andre is such an unlucky guy."

Murphy, who was acting as a "relay point" to continuously transmit the original creation energy to the Midnight Mistress, complained.

With the help of Midnight Mistress's connection with vampires who are offering their faith in various ways, Murphy is able to use this unique method to obtain the movements of the vampires he cares about.

However, after confirming that Andre had indeed found the place of creation in the wilderness, Murphy became excited.

According to the information currently available, the place of creation hidden in the wilderness of Nordtof should be a special device for controlling the world's climate.

It should be one of the auxiliary devices of the Creation Engine. Unfortunately, the energy pipeline from the Creation Engine to the "climate station" has been broken. If the two sides want to be linked now, the autonomous machines left by the Creator must speed up the repair.

But as long as this is done, Murphy can remotely mobilize the weather station to launch the "weather weapon", and then it will be easy to make clouds and rain and stir up storms and thunder all over the world.
"Stop howling!"

Just as Murphy was imagining the future, the painful roar from the Midnight Mistress interrupted his thoughts, causing the Vampire Governor to curse in an evil voice.

If you don't know the whole story, this is simply the behavior of a complete villain.

But the good news is that as the scorching energy of order is continuously infused into the existence of the Midnight Mistress, Murphy can already clearly feel that not only is the chaotic aura of the Midnight Mistress being dissolved, but its second neutral aspect, which was originally formed by the positive emotions of the vampire sacrifices, is also rapidly becoming stronger due to the infusion of order energy.

Although it is still far from being able to fight against the "evil side" of the Midnight Mistress, with Murphy's continuous assistance, it will always be able to truly balance the camp positions of the Vampire God in the near future, and even pull the evil side of the Midnight Mistress out to the neutral zone in turn.

Like an unbalanced scale.

Murphy kept throwing weights towards the tilted side, shaking the evil spirit born from chaos.

"That's it for today."

Murphy thought:

"Even a Gold rank immunity roll is a bit difficult for me. This 'mental weakness' has accumulated five times. I have to go back and rest for a while and gather my strength for the next battle tomorrow."

As he thought so, he was about to shut down the enhancement program, but just before Murphy took action, a strange cracking sound suddenly came from the distant subspace, causing Murphy to freeze in place. He then clenched the Long Night Guard and looked over there along the constraint of faith.

This sight shocked Murphy so much that he stood there in shock.

In the void sea that he was gazing upon, beneath the massive shadow of the Midnight Mistress of alien and chaos monsters, another figure was struggling to break free from its twisted body, like the mitosis of a slime.

Tris outside the enhanced cabin also flashed over like crazy, slapped Murphy's enhanced cabin and shouted:
"Hey! What happened? Why did the Midnight Mistress suddenly split into two? Damn it, I can clearly hear two of them talking to me now. It's really terrible!"

"Well, a new aspect is born."

Murphy was also somewhat at a loss and said:

“I don’t know how to explain it, but perhaps it’s because too much Order Energy was infused this time. The Blood Lord reminded me before that a new aspect of the Midnight Mistress was about to be born, but I didn’t expect it to break away so quickly. It’s shaping itself.

Wait, why is this body shape a bit..."

"Murphy! Why did you shape it into your shape?"

Tris shouted even louder:

"Stop it! Don't let it grow on your face! Damn it, this kind of symbolism cannot be contaminated, or you will be bound to its fate and domain."

"That's not me exerting any strength, nor is it me pinching my face! Tris, that's an automatic propulsion process, it needs a clear face to face the believers. Wait, I get it, it's the heart!"

Murphy shouted:

"My heart formed a miraculous connection with it, and coupled with the super status of Hades, the new appearance of the Midnight Mistress was shaped based on me.

That's too late!

This aspect is about to be completed, and we are ready to welcome the second aspect of the Midnight Mistress.
No, be prepared to welcome the arrival of this new 'Lord of Eternal Night'. New areas under the fate of midnight will be opened up, and vampires will soon usher in new power!

But come to think of it, a midnight god with my face is about to appear.

Blanch!
This is so exciting.”

(End of this chapter)