Chapter 1701: 569. The first step to slaying a god: start by digging graves – an extra chapter for “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” brother 【11/30】
“My God issued a divine prophecy yesterday in the Sanctuary of Crimson Castle.”
After the warriors gathered in the temple eagerly accepted the seemingly suicidal task of slaying a god, Natalie, carrying the Watcher’s Great Sword, stepped forward. The Huntress, whose mental state had improved recently and no longer appeared somber, spoke solemnly:
“I, along with Father Eugene, Mother Mary Ann, and Madam Jules, clearly heard the whispers of my God. The God of Nature desires to see the defeat of the foul Evil God and the complete end of the cycle of the Black Disaster.
Therefore, in this matter, the Avalon Church will provide all the assistance we can offer! I myself will also, after completing the divine selection ceremony granted to me by Avalon, participate in the hunt and destruction of the Master of Hunting as a member of this action.”
“My Lord has also issued a clear prophecy!”
Iron Fist Turner, clad in the robe of the Winter Wolf Monk, responded in a deep voice:
“Not just me, but several gurus at the Eye of Wolf God Monastery have also received the prophecy. The matter of the Master of Hunting has the shadow of dusk, and this incident is destined to have a terrifying impact on this world. Therefore, in the name of God, we will join Transia People and Lord Hog in attacking the Evil God.
My Lord’s cold wind and fangs will surely destroy the power of that Evil God, and also dismantle the pathetic ambitions of the mastermind behind it all.”
“Uh, my Lord has also issued a prophecy.”
The last Knight of Liwen, feeling somewhat out of place, especially with her rapid but still not strong growth, said a bit shyly:
“But the power of the Eastern Holy Spirit has not entered Transylvania and the Dark Mountain Range. My Lord requires me to participate fully in this god-slaying war, but my Lord promises that the great power of the Eastern Holy Spirit will protect the warriors from being disturbed by the evils and corruption when necessary.”
As three chosen ones spoke up consecutively, Wise Wolf Hog was inwardly jubilant.
To be honest, although Hog appeared full of confidence, that was just to deceive others. As a disabled Wolf Person from Transylvania, thinking about exterminating the Evil God made his legs tremble. Having been granted wisdom through evolution, he certainly understood the dangers of this endeavor.
If not for the full support promised by Murphy, Hog would have been tempted to quit.
But now, with three divine spirits’ minions providing “military advice,” what more was there to say?
Just do it!
Even a primary school math calculation would reveal that we have three divine spirits on our side, and there’s only one on the other side.
Ha, the advantage is ours!
“The vampires have no divine spirit, and we can’t receive any proper prophecies, but this does not prevent the four major clans of vampires from deciding to join this great cause.”
Murphy finally spoke:
“The knights of the Blood Covenant, the assassins of the Thorns, and the hunters of the Blood Fear will serve as the carriers of vampire power in this dark hour, and our Blood Vulture will send Transylvania’s finest warriors onto that perilous battlefield.
I have personally tested these warriors, and I believe my warriors will not disappoint this continent.
However, despite somewhat dampening morale, I must point out some crucial points that need attention, my warriors.”
The Vampire Lord looked at the restless young players.
These guys looked quite like people in this “cutscene,” perhaps because various strange trinkets hadn’t yet become popular. Most were clad in the majestic armor of the Family Guardian, a small portion had already exchanged for the Clan King’s equipment, and folks like Sister Pomegranate and Brother Cat wore the clan leader’s red-gold colored trusted aide outfit.
Overall, their appearance exuded an elite vibe.
However, to Murphy, this clearly signified excellent players. Murphy belonged to that “old-school aesthetic.” For example, he always thought that a Slav in a sailors’ shirt was more elite than a fully armored one. Another instance was from numerous gaming experiences, where the more flamboyantly dressed players hit harder.
Yet, the game has only been operating for five months. Those gimmicks that truly reflect a “strong individual’s identity” haven’t appeared yet, so he had to convince himself with the “neat military appearance” at hand.
He coughed twice and spoke loudly:
“Though no one doubts your courage, sending you Black Iron folks straight to the god-slaying battlefield would be murder. So after discussing with Wise Wolf Hog, we’ve decided to conduct some special training before truly allowing you into Moss Valley.
The first training session will be provided by the Wise Wolf Pavilion, offering you werewolf-style combat training and rearmament.
The second training session will be led by Lord Paryen. You will head to the Blood Covenant Clan’s base to hone yourself in the Black Disaster and gain the Blood Covenant knights’ recognition, receiving the weapons and armor they have meticulously crafted for this battle.
Only after completing these two stages of practical training can you truly set foot on the path to Moss Valley.
But you must be mindful of the time.
There isn’t much time for you to adjust. This divine endeavor must be completed within four months! This is the predicted shortest time for the birth of the Master of Hunting as foreseen by the King of Bone Biting.
Four months, you must complete the Silver Trial!
Only this way can you avoid losing yourself on the battlefield against the Evil God.”
“Yes, I have already prepared the first stage of the trial for you.”
Hog immediately followed the agreed steps, taking out a “vintage hundred-year treasure map” that was just made yesterday and handed it to Happy Stick, the warrior most adept at treasure hunting.