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Chapter 1343 1341. Wouldn't it be fine if you just stayed in your cage? - Monthly Tickets [910]

Murphy stood on the edge of the cliff, leaning on the long night guard and looking down.

From here you can see the city of Banks under the veil of eternal night. You can clearly see the battle in the city shrouded in light, and the exhausted living are marching outside the city walls under the leadership of the dead.

Dozens of black dragoons cleared the way for them, and Iron Fist missiles fell on the battlefield every second. In the burning flames, the Hades Knights led the fully armed skeleton warriors to advance, and at the forefront, the behemoth-like Count Sikmael rode an eight-legged undead construct warhorse and led the dead Winged Hussars to ruthlessly trample on the Chaos and Skaven outside the light.

He could even see Loren.

The Dwarf Marshal was also outside the position. He returned to the pioneering army and resumed his mission as commander.

This is his last battle.

It seems that Loren also wants to complete his final journey as a pure warrior before death comes.

There were clearly several earth priests by his side. As long as he wanted, he could ask them to send him back to the Silver Castle at any time to live in the dwarf city until he died of old age.

If he really did that, Murphy would not arrest him, and even the Xico undead would treat him as a ridiculous fart.

But it was clear that was not the end of life that Loren, a short-tempered man, chose for himself.

"Why don't you come over? What does it look like hiding there?"

Murphy whispered:
"If you want to see the end of this 'Eternal Night War', don't you have to choose a better viewing platform? Laohei, I've already chosen one for you. Come over here. There's room next to me."

"hehe"

Laohei was so embarrassed that he could dig a nightmare palace with his toes.

It's not that it didn't try to escape. After all, the night was still covering it, and it could still blend into the darkness of the material world, survive this unpleasant dawn, recover its strength when the next night came, and then start to act rashly again.

But Murphy was already before him.

Laohei believed that this executioner created by the Creator was unlikely to give him a chance to escape, and it was already humiliating enough that he was defeated by the Chosen One of the Daughter of Dawn.

I am also a powerful old god. Although death is imminent, it would be a good thing if I could retain the last bit of dignity.

Driven by this thought, Laohei moved his shadow-like body and shaped himself into a human form for the first time in the flow of dark substance.

But it did not waste time carving its own shape. It simply made a human appearance, without even a face or facial features, and just stepped forward. The posture of this "real black uncle" made Murphy raise his eyebrows.

He was just being polite just now, wanting to give the jailer some optional options before the execution, but he didn't expect this guy to actually take advantage of the situation and come to stand with him to admire the end of the eternal night.

Let’s not talk about his strength for now, he is just so shameless.

"Don't you want to express your opinion?"

Murphy asked casually:

"Your so-called desperate struggle didn't even last three days and nights before it collapsed under the power of order. You see, you created all this to deal with me, but I didn't even really participate in it. The resistance of mortals alone brought you, the 'strongest old god', to such a miserable end.

I guess you must have a deeper understanding of the relationship between man and nature now."

"You said you had no involvement? Ha, what a joke!"

There was no expression on Laohei's face, which was as dark as a flowing black cloud, but one could tell from its extremely unhappy voice that it was dissatisfied. It sneered:

"If you hadn't participated, how could the golden-haired jar have completed its gorgeous transformation at the last moment? If you hadn't participated, how could these Xike undead come all the way here to support the living? If you hadn't participated, how could my poor Baphomet brother be left with nothing left?
You played the whole thing, Murphy!
As a winner, you should have some style and stop being so hypocritical, okay? "

“But I really didn’t participate.”

Murphy shrugged and said:

"Otherwise you wouldn't even make it through the first day and night. You don't think that sending down an avatar can really hide your tracks, right? Even a ratman like Black Servant can detect it, so you think I can't detect it?"

"Ah"

In response, the Dark Lord simply snorted, indicating that he did not want to argue too much on this issue.

He only plays when the game is going his way, and shuts up when the other party presents solid arguments. However, he still looks unconvinced and mutters unpleasant things in his heart. He is really a nitpicker.

"I didn't get involved right away. Instead, I let you mess around in East Prus, letting the veil of eternal night cover this land for three days and nights, creating this Banks City War that is destined to go down in history. I hope that other people on this continent can look at the war between Chaos and Order in a more rational manner."

Murphy whispered:
“I am tired of trying to persuade everyone I meet. Perhaps before the moment of unity comes, it is better to let those who bury their heads in the sand see the crisis floating above their heads with their own eyes than to say a thousand maxims.

I've wanted to do this before.

But I hesitated because I had to control the scale of this crisis so that it would not really fall into my hands. I had hoped that Dusk could do something else, but it turned out that this job still has to be done by you, my dear Lord of Darkness.

Look at this curtain of eternal night!
What a perfect characterization! It's mysterious and dangerous enough but not so much that it creates an unmanageable quagmire; it's thrilling and terrifying enough but not so much that it exceeds the limits of what mortals can handle; it's enough to warn people but not so much that it really scares them.

A perfect crisis rehearsal!
This victory will be passed on by word of mouth, and in the telling of those stories, Chaos, which must be guarded against, will defeat all other evils, top the list of villains in the mortal world, and serve as a warning for a long time afterwards.

You see, this is a stage, this is a show.

And you, in prison.

You are the best 'special actor' I have ever invited!
You are so dedicated that I hesitate to give you another chance at this moment when we have to end it.
Well, don't get excited.

I'm just saying, don't think too much about it.

To those who will be formed at dawn, you die, Mr. Dark Lord.

For tomorrow, I must ask you to die.

But like I said, you acted very professionally, so we can have a chat before the execution."

Murphy paused.

He withdrew his gaze from Banks City below, turned his head to look at the Lord of Darkness who was silent beside him, and said:

"So, tell me, don't take the secret to the grave. Who asked you to do this? Or let me ask more clearly, who is behind you giving you advice?"

"Couldn't I have come up with it myself?"

Lao Hei retorted:
“As the most powerful being among the Old Gods, I have enough wisdom to plan all of this!
Don't act like a winner. This time it's only because those idiots in the Warp failed to coordinate with me. Otherwise, on the first night of the Eternal Night, the Chaos army would emerge from the darkness and swallow up the whole of East Prussia.

I didn't lose to you, Murphy.

I just had bad luck and a poor eye for allies, that's all."

"You don't have the brains!"

Murphy replied rudely:

“None of the Old Gods have that brain. You can indeed contact and make peace with Chaos, but until now, your existence has not been tainted by Chaos at all. You and them are merely in a cooperative relationship. As an Old God, you know better than anyone the impact that Chaos will have on you once it comes upon you.

The Old Gods' resistance to Chaos is extremely poor. If you were really the original planner, you would have already become a Chaos God.

So, let me tell you, who was the matchmaker between you and who gave you this bad idea, allowing you to both retaliate against me and find a way out for yourself, and most importantly, allowing you to retain a certain degree of choice.

This is not something that an ordinary person would do.

However, just as you used Baphomet to eat the scepter of God that was supposed to fall on your head, the guy who gave you advice was also just using you.

Your arrival at the front of the stage will attract our attention, making it easier for those sneaky guys in the dark to act.

Lao Hei, it's already come to this, why bother keeping secrets for the guy who sold you out?
Do you think that guy would come out to save your life at this moment when the overall situation is already decided? If it really had such an idea, it should have advised you not to die from the beginning. "The Lord of Darkness said nothing.

But Murphy was patient, his fingers flicking lightly on the hilt of the Night Guard's blood-flamed blade, admiring the scene of Chaos being defeated below.

No matter how many times you watch it, such a scene will always make Your Excellency the Chosen One of Creation feel relaxed and happy.

In this silence, the Lord of Darkness asked in a hoarse voice:

"What will you do with me after you kill me? You know, the darkness of the material world will always give birth to the next symbol, and my death is just an insignificant reincarnation. In the end, I will be reshaped in the darkness.

Although that would be a whole new concept of power.

I am still me, but I am no longer myself.”

"Do you want to hear the truth, or a lie to comfort you?"

Murphy asked, but the Dark Lord just stared at him.

It requires an answer.

"I will divide the symbol you left behind into three parts. One part will be given to the Night Singer to strengthen her power in the midnight realm, so that the night can also be incorporated into the vampire's belief system as a symbol of destiny."

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Murphy raised three fingers and said:

“The second one will be given to the Daughter of Dawn. It was her chosen one who defeated you, so you deserve this kind of victory in return. The alternation of darkness and light can also better help the newborn God of Light to shape his own doctrine and kingdom.

The last one will be given to the Rat Man."

"Ratman?"

The black prisoner asked:
"Why? And on what basis?"

"Because the rat man helped! To be more precise, the unique rat man Hei Pusen helped, and this is the reward we agreed on before."

Murphy pointed to the sky and said:
“The rat people hope to create their own gods, just as the gnolls spent hundreds of years creating the Lord of Hunting. They also hope to be protected by the higher powers in the darkness and eventually form a totem of civilization and race.

I like this wild idea.

Not to mention that the Nezumi did this in the name of 'paying tribute to me'.

I am a very generous person to my fans and I am happy to help them realize every dream they have.

In other words, if you are lucky enough, my dear Lord of Darkness, you will even be able to leap from the old gods to the level of believing in God, completely breaking free from the strong bond between the old gods and the will of the world, allowing you to be truly free instead of being constrained by the symbols of nature. In my opinion, this is really good.

So think about it.”

"Ah"

Laohei once again made a not-so-cool snort, but ultimately chose to compromise. Just as it had shown in the past, this guy had a very bad character. He was easily defeated by the wind and was doomed to accomplish nothing great.

"I think you must have the answer in your mind when you asked that question."

The Lord of Darkness whispered:
"They were able to contact me the moment the old gods left their cages, and they were able to come up with such a plan in such a short time, even finding a scapegoat for me, and they also have some unclear relationship with Chaos.

There are only a few such people in the entire material world.

I guess you had to make sure that guy wasn't involved when Baphomet and I started this war of revenge, otherwise you wouldn't have let a mortal handle it.

Vidya, the King of Ten Thousand Mantras."

"really."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"The one who seems the most honest among a group of dangerous people is always the most dangerous one. It pushed you to the front to divert my attention from it. It seems that Lord Vidia trusts those bad friends it found more than me.

What a pity it cannot be a companion of order.

Look!
Our spaceship is coming!
The bright solar bombardment will herald the complete end of the eternal night, and the Shadow Chaser cruising over the territory of East Prussia will also be able to dispel the covetousness of all eyes that are eyeing this land.

When I played this card, my distant 'friend' should know that he had lost this land forever, and my subjects were finally able to completely release the frustration they had felt during the ten-year war.

Half of the shackles of the past have been removed, and only the return of the other half will allow Transia to be free of the burden of the past and then travel light. "

He raised his finger and pointed high into the sky.

The Lord of Darkness also raised his head at this moment, watching the magnificent solar bombardment transform into a sharp blade that would eventually tear apart the eternal night, completely stripping the darkness from the land and bringing the sunlight that had not been seen for three days back to this devastated place of suffering.

"I've seen ships like this."

Lao Hei said in a hoarse voice:
"Thousands of years ago, the Eden people conquered the world with spaceships like these. Now that you have inherited them, do you plan to conquer the world as well? Murphy."

"That's not my main mission."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"The material world alone cannot contain my destiny. Whoever wants this land of conflict can take it. My journey is in the sea of ​​stars. How can I be willing to be restricted to crawling on the ground?
But don't worry, Jailblack.

I will take a little souvenir of you and carry it with me, so that when I step among the stars you may share in my glory, too.

All right.

Having said so much, it’s time to send you on your way.

You have been quietly gathering your strength to attack me. Look, I have given you so much time to prepare, and it is time for you to use your final move. "

"go to hell!!!"

The Lord of Darkness swung his fist, and the giant light-eating claw that had hit Bizi before hit Murphy again.

This time the distance was close enough and it seemed that Murphy had no chance of resisting. However, as a ray of khaki light of time swirled around Murphy, the speed of time around him suddenly dropped to one fiftieth of the original speed.

The Vampire Governor had enough time to brush his hair, and then with a slight move, the glorious artifact that had been protecting Banks City for the past three days turned into a stream of light and fell into his hand. As Murphy swung forward, a brilliant "Fist of Heaven" was released, and the Black Prison was torn to pieces along with the last trace of the Tomb of Eternal Night in the roar.

"Well"

On the cliff under the early morning sun, Murphy took a cigarette out of his pocket and held it between his lips.

He didn't like this thing and had no habit of enjoying tobacco, but at this moment, he wanted to do something special to pay tribute to the dead Laohei. I hope it can win the resurrection match in the hell of the old gods.

As the first wisp of smoke rose, Murphy squatted down and picked up the irregular crystal under his feet that seemed to be cast by the darkness.

This is the relic of the Dark Lord and the spoils that will be divided up soon, but as Murphy said, he wants to leave behind a sufficiently unique souvenir.

"This one is enough."

Murphy took a gem-like crystal from the edge, then spread his wings and disappeared over the cliff in the sunlight.

The war is over.

But he is still very busy and has a lot to do.

such as
Attend a funeral.

(End of this chapter)