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1959: Chapter 654: So You Had a Backup Plan?

As Expected of You, King of Bone Biting!

1959 -654: So You Had a Backup Plan?

As Expected of You, King of Bone Biting!

Murphy, upon eliminating Jude Luo, received more than just the blood essence skewed towards death power.

As he, along with Tear Flesh, and the four controlled undead carrying the injured Lady Irina on a litter, left the valley, a notification quietly appeared before the Governor:

[Due to the frequent use of Ancestral Power: Crimson Secret, your compatibility with this Ancestral Power has reached ‘Mastery’, with a compatibility limit of ‘Expert’.]

[Due to the bestowed use of Crimson Secret to simulate the Bloody Blade in a short time, you have unlocked Ancestral Power: Crimson Storm, with current compatibility being ‘Novice’.]

“Alright!”

Murphy, expressionless, appeared composed, while inwardly he loudly praised the blessings of the God of ‘Alright’.

Earlier, he noticed Adel using Crimson Storm to slay enemies and realized how perfectly it matched his close combat style.

Now, he’s finally managed to steal the trick from E Sister through constant imitation.

Counting the Crimson Storm, Murphy now possesses three lines of Ancestral Power.

Then, by continuously practicing the gifts of Endless Manis, he could acquire an Ancestral Power related to “time”.

Once things are settled here, he plans to visit Lord Paryen, and perhaps learn some secret techniques from the Blood Covenant Clan, utilizing the Blood Covenant knights’ Secret Technique to gain a powerful Ancestral Power.

Thus, he would have five lines of Ancestral Power, which matches Triss’s situation during the completion of the silver trial.

If he tries a bit harder, maybe he can gather six or even seven…

Hmm, that’s the limit.

It’s not that he can’t have more; but during the silver trial, it requires the gathering of Ancestral Power to complete the enhancement of life’s rank.

The more Ancestral Power, the greater the difficulty in gathering and fusion.

This thing isn’t better just because there’s more of it.

You have to rationally select powers that suit your combat style to progress smoothly.

Upon their arrival at the Pestilence Clan’s residence under the nightfall, Wise Wolf Hog and his henchmen had completed the takeover and “cleansing” of the Pestilence Clan.

Things wouldn’t have been so smooth originally.

Yet, Adel and Palano returned with the head of the Split Claw Clan’s envoy smashed beyond recognition by Bonnie, along with the blood-stained war flag of the Split Claw Clan, cutting off the Pestilence Clan’s last resort.

The Claw Chief Mother valued the Pestilence Clan greatly, and thus the envoy sent was her confidant.

Not necessarily powerful, but certainly favored; according to some very gossip-ridden rumors among the Wolf People, this guy was one of the secret lovers of the Claw Chief Mother.

This sure caused a big mess.

With the Claw Chief Mother’s notorious pettiness and viciousness throughout the Dark Mountain Range, even if the Pestilence Clan now cast aside all dignity and proactively sought refuge with their hidden Netherworld Army, the outcome might still not be favorable.

Given the situation, the wise ones knew what choice to make.

Fortunately, due to Tear Flesh’s high standards and strict requirements when selecting disciples and clansmen, there were no fools or idiots in the Pestilence Clan.

Under the guidance of the new Chieftain, who had personally eliminated six “candidates” and was recognized by the Wise Wolf, a portion of the “light-abandoning” Plague Warlocks, in a brutal and frenzied manner, personally eliminated their brothers and sisters, while also assisting Count Bai of White Mountain and his elite assassins, to complete a major reshuffle of the Pestilence Clan’s upper echelon within a few hours.

Of course, these folks, not believing until they saw the coffin, could smoothly switch allegiance to Hog’s side, were also aided by an important factor.

That is, Tear Flesh and Lame Claw, who’ve returned as Moon Necromancers, not only brought back the Wise Wolf’s favor but also Lady Nifytelli’s “surrender letter”.

Mummy Girl is the prized disciple of the High Priest of the Death Moon Society, and being a Reserve Divine Chosen of the Netherworld herself, had sufficient standing to issue such a surrender letter.

Nifytelli promised that as long as the Pestilence Clan severed ties with Dusk and migrated to Westerburg after the war, their misuse of death power would be pardoned, and they’d be granted the qualification to join the “Moon Cult”.

Although it’s unclear what connection this Moon Cult has with the Death Moon Society, their promise to let the Jackal Warlocks learn orthodox Netherworld spells is far more attractive than having to grovel for scraps behind Dusk’s tail, isn’t it?

Certainly, Nifytelli, in her brain-addled state, couldn’t produce such a work.

The hidden meaning within the letter was all crafted by a certain elegant Vampire Governor conspiring with Nordtof’s renowned poet, taking less than fifteen minutes to study the phrasing.

However, say no more, those Wolf People who pursue power ate it up.

Although missing the opportunity to cling to the Split Claw Clan is a bit regrettable, looking at the bright side, the golden thigh of the Death Moon Society is obviously whiter and more tempting!

When Murphy and Tear Flesh stepped into the cold Pestilence Clan’s conference hall, they could still smell the lingering blood scent here.

Anyone would know the recent transition wasn’t peaceful, but seeing Hog already sitting grandly at the head of the hall, Murphy revealed a satisfied smile.

He did not disturb the dignity of Hog, who was issuing various instructions to the new high-ranking members of the Pestilence Clan, instead he walked over to Adel, placed his hand on E Sister’s shoulder, and softly said:

“Are you feeling alright?

Would you like to return to Transylvania for a rest?”