Chapter 1668: 558. As everyone knows, the harsher the words, the more cowardly the person_3
Your Master of Hunting could have become a neutral god!
But because of your series of actions, He was contaminated by subspace due to the accumulation of savage beliefs before he was even born. You didn’t even instill any positive emotions into the conception of the Master of Hunting you created!
You knew exactly what you were doing, yet you did it anyway!
You bastard, you personally molded an evil god to satisfy your ambition to conquer the world!
Felix, you are the worst Son of Creation I’ve ever seen, although you’re the only one I’ve seen so far.”
“I admit, that was my error, an issue I must resolve.”
Mentioning this matter, Felix couldn’t stay defiant anymore.
It manipulated Hog’s body and sighed, saying very tiredly:
“I was blinded by fury at the time, but I will do my utmost to make amends, Officer Morphy. For now, please allow me to take my leave temporarily. I am too exhausted, I urgently need rest. Once Hog becomes the Goblin spokesman, we can discuss the next plan.”
After speaking, Felix’s spiritual form relinquished control, allowing Hog’s mind to return to its own body.
Blood Claw Chief rubbed his head in distress; during the conversation between the King of Bone Biting and Sir Morphy and the Grand Duke of Triss, he wasn’t avoided. Now, his mind is full of the shocking truths revealed earlier by the King of Bone Biting.
But for a Wolf Person born and raised in Transylvania, topics like the Golden Era, Creator’s Legacy, or gene blueprints are truly incomprehensible.
Even though Hog studied history under Professor Malcolm, it wasn’t enough for him to mentally map out the secret of the King of Bone Biting’s origin.
That’s normal; all intelligent beings can’t imagine a color they’ve never seen before.
“Stop thinking about it; it’s a terrifying burden on your mind. When you return to the Swamp Forbidden Area, you’ll understand what those terms the King of Bone Biting mentioned represent.”
Morphy patted Hog’s shoulder, calming down his full-of-questions mind for the time being.
He glanced at Triss, who was also full of questions, his gaze sliding to the broken magic tome in Triss’s hand, and he asked:
“Is this left behind by that blasphemous priest? Are you okay holding it?”
“I was just about to tell you.”
Triss immediately smiled, patting the grimoire in her hand, and told Morphy:
“This is a good thing! It’s a fragment of the legendary ‘Book of Ten Thousand Curses.’ Remember I told you before that the Goat People call their city deep in the Dark Mountain Range ‘Vidia Abyss City’?
That city was built to commemorate the ancestor of the Goat People, the ‘King of all Curses, Widiya.’ Now this book is part of Widiya’s grimoire from back then, recording a variety of curses and a whole set of dark decrees of the Goat People, even including forbidden rituals like ‘Divine Power Theft.’
This is a rare treasure!
With this book, in the Circle Tower, you could exchange it for a Count’s territory or money that even three generations of Half-body Men couldn’t spend.
With it, Phemys and I can construct a set of psionic spells unique to the player system. This is the best birthday gift I’ve received in four hundred years.”
“Well, as long as you’re happy.”
Morphy originally thought to destroy this gift from the heretics.
But seeing Triss so delighted, he immediately understood the value of this item. He took it and flipped through the pages, not triggering the anti-virus purification of the Omega Program, indicating that it indeed carried no dangerous forces.
Only then did he relax.
However, just as Morphy was about to say more to Triss, they suddenly heard a commotion outside the church, along with the roars of the Scorpion Lion Stinky Bao and the alpha wolf George, and the battle cries of the water and fire elements and Minotaurs summoned by Winnie.
Morphy’s expression changed, immediately supported by Triss, he rushed out of the church with Hog and George.
They saw at the Dungeon exit on the other side of the weathered stone bridge, a large group of Goat Men gathering there. These were not as simple as the Goat Men marauders wandering in the upper levels of the Dungeon.
Each of them wore strange black curse robes, holding bone staffs adorned with goat heads, walking with visible black mist shrouding their bodies, with green light spots flickering.
The most exaggerated one stood in the middle, an old Goat Man priest bent at the waist…
That’s a Gold Stage Nightmare High Priest!
This guy probably is the leader of the Nightmare Heretical Sect lurking in the Baphomet Underground Palace.
Rose Knight Palano had already entered a battle-ready state, and Triss also raised her Nocturne Wand, ready to fight.
Morphy’s reaction was quite odd; as he walked out of the church, the Omega antivirus program, which had quieted down, was once again activated, the faint white light flowing around his eyes and fingers.
This indicated the presence of filth power from subspace ahead.
“You… leave!”
Compared to Morphy’s fully armed and combat-ready state, the Goat Men on the other side of the stone bridge had little reaction. The aged Nightmare High Priest scolded in unclear human language:
“The Land of Nightmares of Baphomet does not welcome you! Take your things and get out.”
This sentence caused Palano and Triss to lower their weapons simultaneously.
The folks didn’t even intend to fight; they gathered just to “see them off.” These old hands knew how to choose in such situations, but the Rose Knight still rebuked, not wanting to lose face:
“You hide in the depths of the Dungeon summoning your evil god, working your evil tirelessly year after year to make the nightmares approach reality. Even if we leave today, we will return in the future! Return with the justice of retribution and the Heavenly Fire blazing darkness.”
“Whatever.”
The Nightmare High Priest let out a bizarre laugh that made Little Brother Fu shiver all over. Waving his claw, he muttered:
“You should worry about surviving the Black Disaster before talking about punishing evil. In this surging black tide, what will be born will be far more than the pitiable Master of Hunting. Creatures of the sunlight! Every dream of yours is destined to belong to Baphomet.
No one can stop His advent!
Your fight today has driven away a calamity for Baphomet’s offspring. Letting you leave is our final goodwill.
Keep it, never come back again!”
“They are scared.”
Triss whispered to Morphy:
“They and their evil god fear the purifying power on you. Bah, these heretics are good with words, clearly they chickened out, but act so superior. Saying they’re sparing us is laughable!”
“Let’s take what we can get; you can fight, but it’s unnecessary. These guys aren’t the main contradiction; no need to waste time on them.”
Grinding his teeth, Morphy lightly patted Triss’s waist, whispering:
“Didn’t they also not ask for the Book of Ten Thousand Curses?
Isn’t this a plague-bringer’s offering?
They gained face, we gained substance; let them continue plotting their unsavory evils in this dark place. We have plenty to do right now, but rest assured, many will be eager to teach them that bragging is bad for their health on our behalf.”