Chapter 1649: 553. Still playing with Spiritual Energy here? The enemy has already undergone genetic ascension!
Though the pirates under the Bloody Captain were saved, each of them was utterly exhausted and mostly injured, with a few unfortunates who had been taken by the ratmen now insane. Among them, one fellow was peeling his own skin.
This is clearly a case of severe psychological trauma, commonly known as madness.
But the most hellish joke about this situation is:
This guy is a vampire pirate with super healing power, so each time he finishes peeling his skin, it grows back, and the peeled-off skin burns away rapidly in the sunlight…
It’s like a pitiful and endless torture in every sense.
“Send these guys to the Avalon Cathedral as soon as possible and get Crow Brother to do some post-disaster psychological intervention for them. Look at them, they’re just too pitiful.”
Murphy couldn’t bear to watch any longer and turned to Adel beside him and said:
“By the way, send the severely injured pirates back as well, let them find a place to rest in the embassy district, and Lord Babro and his First Mate wife need to go to Bataxin City under Andre’s leadership to meet Lady Shani.
After they return, I will arrange for Triss to meet with them.
You leave a few people here to document and organize my warriors’ pursuit and destruction of the ratmen nests. Once the most formidable hunter is determined, hand this sword to him or her in my name.”
He handed his staff sword to Adel, not feeling sorrowful or lost about losing a collectible weapon. Murphy was always open-minded about this, as he said, out with the old, in with the new, and if a sword could win a minor player’s loyalty, then it was a great deal.
The Loyalty intelligence officer nodded and said:
“Are you heading back to Dark Valley now? The elders there are eager to meet you.”
“No, I’ll go to Baphomet Canyon first.”
Murphy took out his pocket watch to check the time and said:
“Once the important matters with Hog over there are settled, I will gather you all in Dark Valley, and then I need to visit the Blood Covenant Clan’s base at Blackflame Mountain Pass.
Maxim will soon be leading his soldiers to station in Dark Valley; you arrange for your people to be ready for the handover there, and arrange for a few elders to take the elderly, weak, women, and children back to Transylvania to choose a new place for you to live.
I think the vicinity of the Ancestral Woodland is pretty good, the vast grassland is absolutely suitable for the semi-elves like you to live, and if you want a lively life, Milian can set up an elf community for you in Crimson Castle.
After all, there aren’t many of you.”
“Thank you for your generosity, master.”
Adel let out a sigh of relief.
Although she didn’t have much affection for her kin, she still hoped to see those half-elves she resembled have a good outcome.
However, before leaving, Adel reminded:
“Master, the shadow half-elves ask for little; embracing them in Transylvania is not difficult. However, dealing with the real Shadow Elves is not so simple. Although that Fate Weaver Girl Vlanser claims she’s willing to be your loyal servant and even willing to help bring the last Mejewa Elves into Crimson Castle to willingly serve you.
This sounds wonderful, but from what I know about Shadow Elves, she must have her own agenda!
Be careful when you interact with her.
The Weaver of Destiny has some peculiar abilities that allow them to claim high positions in the fiercely competitive Shadow Elves Society, not merely because they are the Priestesses of Lady Spider.”
“I’m not worried she’ll stir things up in Transylvania because I have the best intelligence experts.”
Murphy praised:
“I believe with your disdain for Shadow Elves, you won’t allow them to disrupt our national order.”
“Yes, I will keep an eye on them, in your name.”
Encouraged, warmth surged in Adel’s heart as she bowed and handed over some bloodstained documents to Murphy before leaving. She said:
“These were found on the body of that suspected werewolf guy; they seem to be some experimental data and summaries. The syringe he used before transformation and other things have also been collected. I know you’d be interested in these.
But unfortunately, that guy wasn’t actually dead.
What was left behind was just a corpse. His soul transferred at the moment of death. I specifically asked the young lady to confirm, and there was no traceable information left in that mutilated body.”
“Hmm, I expected this outcome. These Heretics would have been wiped out long ago under Lord Paryen’s pursuit if they didn’t have such methods. Finding these is already quite satisfactory, go ahead, Adel.
Remember to take good care of yourself.”
Murphy took those documents and the fragmented pieces contained in a box. After Adel left with her offspring Diana, Murphy spread his wings and sped toward Baphomet Canyon under the cover of night.
He opened the box in mid-air and took out the once-used syringe.
This thing is very delicate, visibly something beyond the capabilities of an Alchemist to produce.
In fact, it’s formed in one piece, and the shell is neither iron nor wood, resembling some kind of high-polymer material. Even the injection port is hidden inside the syringe body with a button for instant injection, such a streamlined futuristic design convinced Murphy that this must come from a lost Creator’s Land.