Chapter 1678: 561. Laozi can’t be a spokesperson, but can’t he be a candidate? – Extra update [3/30]_3
Murphy held Triss’s waist, pretending to speak fiercely:
“Aren’t you afraid of working me to death?”
“But the creator has already given you a mission. Taking on the future of the Blood Vulture Clan is just aligning with destiny for you. Those who are capable should do more work, so go ahead, I’ll be here watching over you.”
Triss gave Murphy a push.
The Vampire Lord helplessly unbuttoned his shirt, preparing to enter the bio-pod. But before starting, he rolled his eyes and whispered a slightly excessive request in Triss’s ear.
The Blood Vulture Duke instantly became angry, pinching Murphy’s arm fiercely but eventually did not refuse, merely pushing him into the open bio-pod with a stern face.
The subsequent operations were identical to the process of Hog binding to the Civilization Slate just now. As the transparent liquid filled the bio-pod beyond Murphy’s nostrils and eyes, a certain substance in it quickly put him into deep sleep.
The certification for the Civilization Candidate began.
Murphy, in his slumber, seemed to have a strange dream.
In his dream, he walked in a place as magnificent as a temple of future technology, standing on the second floor of a bustling area like a terminal, with several Blood races in researcher gear behind him discussing something.
“Hey, Salockdale! Are you listening?”
Someone was calling him, and Murphy turned back in surprise.
At that moment, he suddenly realized he might have returned to the memory of the Blood Vulture Duke Salockdale via the Sin’s Blood of the Blood Vulture Clan; this was understandable, given that the source of all Blood Vulture Clan bloodlines now was that ancient figure.
This situation was also normal; Hog himself had said that when he was bound by authority, he had a “Dreams of antiquity.”
In this dream, Murphy now took on Salockdale’s identity, and here was the Eden District yet to be destroyed!
Murphy blinked, trying to see clearly the faces of those behind him in the memory, but in the next moment, a warm white thing stuck on him. The touch was so real that Murphy’s eyes widened instantly.
Moreover, there was a coquettish voice kissing his earlobe, saying:
“Darling, you’ve been absent-minded lately. Is something wrong?”
Murphy looked dazed.
But he soon realized this passionate Blood race lady was probably Lady Oksana of the Thorn Clan, also the officially married wife of his own Duke Salockdale.
“Nothing, I’ve just been commuting between the Eden District and the Creator Engine and am a bit tired.”
Murphy, hearing Salockdale explain to his wife and to others around him from a third-party perspective:
“You’ve been here all the time and don’t know about the situation on the Creator Engine’s side. In fact, scouts over there have discovered an indigenous tribe with blue skin, tall and strong, still in a clan system civilization, a bit barbaric.
But they discovered the Creator Engine’s construction site.
No doubt, those natives worship it as a miracle, kneeling day and night and trying to enter for pilgrimage, which has indeed caused trouble for Commander Quirion responsible for guarding the Creator Engine.
According to Eden District’s protective laws for natives, he cannot harm those blue-skinned people, but he must find a way to drive them away, lest they affect the entire construction progress.
I heard Commander Quirion gave those blue-skinned people a nickname, calling them ‘Sanghai People,’ perhaps because they live near the Sanghai dunes?”
“That’s really an unartistic name.”
The young Blood race opposite Salockdale complained:
“They should have a more formal and more identifying official name. They should have invited an outstanding artist like me to do this.”
Through the old clan leader’s eyes, Murphy saw clearly the face of the man opposite him.
He chuckled. Oh, isn’t this Lord Pa Ying? Wow, were you this ‘artistic’ when you were young? Look at your long hair reaching your waist, hey, your hair almost soaks into your coffee!
“Alright, Pa Ying, don’t mind these minor details. We’ve finally gathered together during our leave for more important matters today.”
The real initiator of this Blood race gathering raised his hands, indicating everyone to quiet down.
Murphy wanted to see the person’s face clearly.
But he found that the person’s face in the memory had no features, which wasn’t likely he grew like this, only explaining that even in the memory, Salockdale hated this guy terribly, so erased his appearance.
Or perhaps some force intervened in this dream, concealing this person’s true face.
“The Creator Engine is about to be installed completely, which means the final transformation by the creator for the world is about to start. At most, in ten years, we can truly step onto our new home. The seeding situation in the life greenhouse is also very perfect.
Our brothers and races that unfortunately fell in ‘the great extinction’ will resurge in the new world, all thanks to the creator’s blessings.
However, we might also take this chance to complete the task we’ve been advancing.
The genes of the Blood race have severe defects, and everyone is aware of this. If we cannot find a way to alter our reproduction method… I mean, through transformation of other races to increase our clan members is indeed very fatal.
This makes it hard for us to maintain good relations with other races; maybe we should find a way to naturally birth new clan members, so Salockdale and Oksana’s long desire for a child can be realized.
Other races have already begun using genetic engineering technology from creation knowledge to fix their defects, making them more suitable for the new world and environment. I think we should start from this point to eliminate our clan’s defects; only this way can ensure the Blood race civilization’s development and growth in the new world.
I’ve already applied for authority from the Supervising Eye of the World!
Zone R-7 in the life greenhouse will become the Blood race gene modification lab; I need your help, my brothers and sisters; I want to turn the Blood race into the real ‘perfect race.’
To honor our savior [data deleted] lord, we will not let down the second chance he gave us.”
Murphy still wanted to continue listening.
But the scene became blurry at this moment; he knew he was about to wake up, trying to see more with his thoughts. The scene in front of him suddenly changed.
In ruins akin to post-explosion devastation, still playing Salockdale, seemingly injured, holding the unconscious Oksana trying to pull his brother out of the collapsed spot under the flying fire sparks.
But that mournful voice came from it:
“No! Salockdale, don’t save me! This is my deserved punishment, it is us who have offended the taboo! We’ve destroyed the blueprint, we’ve destroyed everything, it’s all our fault! Leave me here and let me die!
Quick, save Pa Ying and Constantius! Let Edward cut that thing open! It’s contaminated, throw the contaminated piece here!
Take them away!
Salockdale, you are the bravest among us, you must protect our last clan members to leave.
Oh my God.
It’s over; paradise has fallen…”
As the scene dimmed at this moment, Murphy tried desperately to turn his gaze skyward.
In his sight was the collapsed temple architecture, and higher above, a purple rift, like the Supervising Eye of the World, spreading filthy power on this land supposed to belong to the creator, and a white halo flashing in the sky, like a pale sun.
Where the light reaches, all is devoured; Murphy’s memories halted abruptly at this moment.
“This is our original sin…”
In the second he was about to awaken, he seemed to faintly hear Salockdale’s self-talk; no need for further truth, surely the perfect experiment by the vampires went wrong, directly causing the Eden District’s destruction.
Ah, I see.
The vampires’ original sin was not because they destroyed the old world, but because they strangled the new world still in its infancy…
What a terrifying sin.