MTL - Tome of Blood-Chapter 225 -75-The Eternal Rest of the Gods

  Chapter 225-75-Eternal Sleep of the Gods

   "The Blood Demon Sect! Zachary! You have turned to the Blood Demon Sect!"

  Looking at the iconic devil eye mask, Earl Urst was both shocked and angry.

  The blood-born captain looked away unnaturally, stepped aside with the other crew members, and made way for a path.

  In the sky, the majestic black dragon slowly landed on the deck, shrinking in size.

  The Gorefiend cultist in black robe jumped off the dragon's back, walked slowly to Earl Urst, who was completely exhausted, and looked down at him.

  The scarlet eyes were a bit playful, and the voice under the mask was slightly hoarse:

   "Ulster Ness, one of the four generations of the Ness clan, Earl rank."

"One of the top ten dukes of the Ness clan—the confidant of the Duke of Yorok, the direct person in charge of the Return to the Star Project, but... because of his obsession with the study of magic inscriptions, he often acts as a shopkeeper, so that the blood descendants who execute the Return to the Star Project Fighting each other, the efficiency is touching..."

  Hearing the other party expose all his old background, Yurst's face turned green and white.

   He gritted his teeth and said angrily:

   "Shedite's bastard! Meddling in my Ness affairs, do you want to start a war?!"

  The Gorefiend cultivator chuckled lightly and said:

   "Starting a war? Oh, of course not."

   "To be more precise, my dear Earl, we, Shedete... are clearly allies of Ness!"

   As he spoke, he licked his lips under the mask, and his pupils were dyed with heat:

   "I've never had a count-level blood servant. Today...maybe I can try it."

   After finishing speaking, the Gorefiend cultivator gently raised his right hand and raised a black scepter, and the dark red light gradually condensed on the staff.

  Feeling the pressure from the blood, Earl Ulster's expression changed slightly.

  However, just when the Gorefiend was about to release the spell, the blood-born captain Zachary stepped forward and stood in front of Yurst:

   "My lord special envoy, the Duke has an order. How to deal with the conservatives is an internal matter of the blood of Ness. Even if we cooperate, Shedete must not intervene, let alone use the blood-blasphemy wand against me, Ness!"

   The Gorefiend cultivator stopped moving, and stared at him with scarlet eyes, and then chuckled after a while:

   "Since it is the Duke's order, then I will naturally obey it. This Earl...Let's leave it to the Duke to try the new holy staff."

   After finishing speaking, he slowly retracted the scepter, and gave Yurst a regretful look.

  Duke...my lord?

   Yulster was stunned.

   A light flashed in his mind, and a familiar figure appeared faintly.

   Yurst's expression changed slightly.

  He wanted to say something, but the side effects of the damage to the mental force field made him more dizzy, and even the phantom poison in his body completely exploded with the weakening of his strength.

  In the end, he passed out directly...

  …

   Yurst didn't know how long he had been in a coma.

  When he woke up, the mental pain was over, and the phantom poison in his body had also disappeared.

  Recalling the attack he had received before he was unconscious, Urst sat up quickly, and then found himself in a dim room.

"you're awake."

  An old and gentle voice sounded, attracting Yurst's attention.

  He looked up and saw under the candlelight, an old man in aristocratic robes was sitting behind a desk not far away, looking at the parchment in his hand.

  The shadow covered the old man's appearance, and Yurst couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but under the candlelight, he could clearly see the parchment on the desk.

   That was nothing but the half-written handwriting he had written while he was on the boat!

  Yurster's expression froze, and he quickly reached out and touched his arms.

   As expected, the handwriting he kept in his arms, the communication crystal used for daily contact with the Duke of Yorok, and the storage equipment for storing daily necessities and magic equipment, all disappeared.

   "You don't need to look for it anymore, I have put away all your things. Of course, if you cooperate, I will return them to you soon."

  The old man slowly put down the parchment and said calmly.

  The candlelight flickered slightly, illuminating his appearance behind the parchment.

   After seeing his appearance clearly, Earl Ulster's expression suddenly changed.

  Because it was none other than one of the executive elders of the Ness Clan Presbyterian Church, and another older three-generation blood-born Duke—Maxim Ness, whom the Duke of Yorok didn’t deal with very much on weekdays.

   "Elder Maxim?! It's you!"

   "You... you really haven't given up on your cooperation with the Blood Demon Sect!"

   "What on earth do you want to do? Hijack me...Are you going to completely break with Master Yorok?!"

   Earl Ulster said angrily.

  Elder Maxim gave him a faint look, then smiled lightly and said:

   "Hehe, break up? My relationship with Yorok has never been better, so why break up?"

"Then why did you attack me? Aren't you afraid of attracting the anger of the Great Elder when you join forces with the Blood Demon Cult to attack the blood descendants of the same race?! You are destroying the negotiation plan between Lord Duke and Castel, and you are going to destroy Gui Xing Is there a plan!"

   Earl Ulster continued to speak angrily.

  Elder Maxim chuckled lightly and said:

"Yourst, you don't have to talk to me, I have spent more time lifting the coffin lid than you have spent sleeping, put away your tentative thoughts, the name of the Great Elder can't overwhelm me. "

   "As for destroying the Star Return Project... Hehe, it is Yorok who will destroy the Return Star Project and Ness. As for me... I am seriously considering the future of Ness."

   "Hmph, negotiating with Castel, thank goodness he figured it out! It's really getting better and better, and you actually pin your hopes on an illusory, real or fake 'god'!"

   Yurst stared wide-eyed:

   "Are you... crazy? All the actions of Lord Yorok have been approved by the elders and observed by the elders!"

   "Are you... Are you questioning the Council of Elders, the Great Elder?!"

  Elder Maxim glanced at him indifferently, and said meaningfully:

   "Oh? The Great Elder's observation?"

   "Yourst, let me tell you a secret that even your Duke doesn't know."

   "Our great elder, you haven't heard the voice of the gods for nearly five hundred years."

   "Success is also a god's family, defeat is also a god's family, as a god's family... In fact, he has no power to observe."

  Great Elder...doesn't have the power to observe?

No! Wait... the Great Elder hasn't heard the voice of the gods for hundreds of years? !

   Yurst's eyes widened.

   It seemed that he had thought of something, and his face gradually turned pale.

  Seeing his appearance, Elder Maxim said meaningfully:

   "It seems that you have already thought of it."

   "That's right... the gods we serve may have fallen into a real 'eternal sleep'."

   Sorry, today was short again.

   I don’t know if other people have this situation, or if it’s just my own situation. After the new crown, my energy has obviously decreased a lot, and my brain has become slower than before in thinking about the plot.

If I was full-time, it might not have much impact, just spend a little more time coding, but I am part-time, and recently a colleague in the department had a child and asked for leave. Now one person does the work of two people, very tired, resulting in nightly Lack of energy after returning home.

   The unstable update also started in December. The main reason is that my colleagues in the unit have asked for leave. After several months of sealing and prosecution, I have accumulated a lot of work to do. Now I pick two people's work alone.

I really want to maintain a stable daily chapter update, but really, my energy is too limited recently. I used to have the energy to play games after typing, but now it is difficult to maintain full attendance. After writing, I just want to sleep and play games The grass has grown tall.

   No one wants to struggle with money, I also want to update more, especially now that I am also very short of money, but recently I am really powerless.

too difficult.

   If you think it’s short, everyone can raise it, I’m really, really sorry.

  (end of this chapter)