317: 111.
I crawled out of the filth, no one has the right to judge me!【51/60】_3 317: 111.
I crawled out of the filth, no one has the right to judge me!【51/60】_3 Murphy held the Great Oak Blade in his arms.
As he was leaving, he heard Old Feinock’s low “Thank you:
“And with that, I bless you, noble Alpha…”
“???”
Murphy turned around as if struck by lightning, unsure of how Old Feinock knew his code-name.
But seemingly sensing his confusion, the Final Voice of the White Oak Master resounded within the dazzling green light that eventually collapsed inward, bound and swallowed by the shadows of the subspace crack.
“At this final moment, my God has mercifully informed me, this pitiful, lost traveller, of everything about the future…
My God is watching you and blessing you.
“My God will walk with you, and all the spirits will follow you across the sea of stars, Alpha, keep moving forward.”
“Bang”
At that moment, the entire Holy Blood Hall completely collapsed.
The building’s ruins were no longer discernible, and the structure itself seemed to be on the brink of falling into the endless void.
This collapse rapidly set off a chain reaction, causing the buildings surrounding the Holy Blood Hall to begin collapsing.
Though it was the main camp of the Blood Vulture Clan, which took 400 years to build, it would not collapse beyond accessibility, but the cleanup process would indeed be a lengthy one.
“Let’s go!”
The First Lord pulled Murphy, who was looking back at the still shaky corridor.
As they ran towards safety, Murphy collided with Natalie Finoc Lason, who was staggering towards them.
The grey-haired demon hunting princess was soaked in blood, having just regained consciousness from the battlefield’s stupor.
But she was clutching her chest, her face in so much pain she could barely breathe.
She stared straight ahead, seemingly aware of what had happened there, and despite Murphy’s attempts to hold her back, she screamed and tried to break free to the Holy Blood Hall, now completely collapsed and traceless under the cover of tree roots.
“Let me go!
Vampire!
Damned dog!
Let me go!
He’s up ahead!”
Natalie shrieked, completely soiled.
But Murphy simply dragged her back in silence, and the normally gentle Lord Palano had to use a trick.
An illusion of a black rose burst in front of Natalie, and the double weakness of her body and mind surged up making her scream and faint into Murphy’s arms.
“Experiencing sadness is an inevitable part of a beautiful person’s life.”
The First Lord gently took the unconscious Huntress into his arms like a princess and showed Murphy a flawless smile.
Breaking through the falling walls ahead, he softly asked:
“Murphy, beautiful Murphy, you’ve also experienced some sorrow, I can tell.”
“I don’t deny that.”
Murphy, holding the Great Oak blade, followed behind the First Lord out from the dangerous area while summoning Mandatory Evil to quiet down the Desire Demon Sword strapped by his waist, in the scabbard that once belonged to the Blade of Yi.
He said in a hoarse voice:
“We’ve all experienced some sorrow today, but we have to keep moving forward, not letting that sorrow turn into useless tears…”
“Well said!
Worthy of being a beautiful creature that I appreciate.”
Lord Palano approved heartily.
But a few seconds later, Murphy coughed lightly, and said seriously:
“However, I have to disagree with your previous remarks about Lady Cui Si, maybe it’s childish, but from today onwards, handsome Lord Palano!
Lady Cui Si will no longer be your goddess.”
“Oh, declaring ownership after victory, how classic!
So one beauty wants to monopolize another beauty?”
Palano laughed, then said in a strange tone:
“But do you really understand Lady Cui Si?
No, you’re merely dazzled by her beauty, Murphy.
Just like I was when I was younger.
When you truly understand the Scarlet Witch, you’ll realize that just a while ago, in the rose-filled garden, you picked the most thorny, burning red rose for yourself.
Believe me.
You will bleed for it.
And I must remind you, Murphy, vampire culture clearly forbids descendants overstepping their boundaries with their elders; it’s not that those old folks don’t understand love.
They have seen through the veil that real love can never truly exist under the influence of a blood contract, what you see is merely a chained adoration!
Can a slave ever become friends with their master?
So, before you talk about love, break your chains.”
“I’d be happy to, is it any of your business?”
In the dark sprint, Murphy said quietly:
“To want to pluck a dewy rose, wouldn’t it be imperfect not to shed a little blood?
A tiny bit of pain is merely the testament tax paid to the God of Love.
As for the chains…
I don’t even hold the key!”
“Ha, such a beautiful realization!”
Palano praised:
“I like you more and more, beautiful Murphy.”