Chapter 333

Murphy lowered his head and rubbed his sore eyes.

His heart was full of doubts.

How could this ancestor, who should have lived more than a thousand years ago, look exactly like Sophia?

If there was any point that was different, this ancestor seemed to have a paler face, and her skin was almost transparent.

However, not having been exposed to the sun for more than a thousand years, this complexion was not surprising.

After his eyes felt more comfortable, Murphy saw a velvet blanket placed on the ground. This seemed to be the place where the Emperors of Arkaim knelt to worship their ancestors.

Murphy thought for a while, and also stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and was about to tell the ancestor the purpose of his coming.

Suddenly a ray of light jumped into his eyes, and he couldn't help but raise his head again.

But he saw in astonishment that the girl in the crystal coffin had opened her eyes. It was a pair of blood-red eyes like rubies, staring at him steadily.

The next instant, the girl's figure suddenly became illusory, as if it had been erased from the canvas.

At the same time, a drop of blood emitting a crimson light condensed in front of the girl. Before long, it turned into something as crystal clear as a pearl, but the girl's body had already faded to the point of being almost invisible.

That drop of blood penetrated the crystal coffin and slowly fell into Murphy's palm.

A voice sounded in the bottom of his heart. "This is what you need."

Murphy was stunned. The drop of blood fell into his palm, and immediately after, with a "clatter," the door was closed in front of him. Murphy didn't know when he had already come outside the stone gate.

"Lord Murphy!" Maxim called out. "How is it?"

Murphy opened his right hand blankly, looking at the blood-red bead in his palm, and felt something familiar from it.

This... how is it so like the true blood of the Blood Clan?

His mind flashed with what Andrew Tooke said when he was studying vampire true blood a few years ago.

【Their limit lifespan is more than 1,200 years... If calculated according to this algorithm, the oldest vampires still alive today were born before 800 AD...】

That Ancestor Miriam, could it be that she was a vampire?

So she was so pale, and sleeping in this dark place?

However, looking at her appearance, could it be that she was about to die?

Maybe her lifespan had reached the limit, so she actually offered her true blood to help Sophia?

Even, it felt as if she was sleeping here, just waiting for this moment.

By the way, could this be some kind of drama of borrowing a corpse to resurrect a soul?

"Where is Lady Yaga?" Murphy asked.

"She has returned to the palace and let me meet you here."

"Good, let's go too." Murphy said.

Murphy still had many questions about that ancestor and the strange scene behind the Gate of Rebirth, but now, saving the Empress was urgent. He still had to show this drop of blood to Lady Yaga and Snape to see if it could be used to save people.

Returning to the palace, Murphy handed the blood bead to Snape, and talked to Lady Yaga alone about the scenes he saw.

"You mean, Ancestor Miriam and Her Majesty look very similar?" Lady Yaga asked.

"Yes, and I suspect the ancestor might be a vampire," Murphy frowned. "Maybe the magic power in her blood can be used to neutralize the Holy Mother's magic power, but the Empress might be transformed into a vampire because of this."

"Moreover, I don't know if there are any other settings in this true blood."

Lady Yaga looked at Murphy, and it took a long while to understand. "Are you doubting the purpose of the ancestor?"

Murphy nodded. With the example of Tom, Murphy couldn't help but remain vigilant about such things.

"I'm hearing about Miriam's appearance for the first time. After all, only the Emperor can enter the Gate of Rebirth. What is inside is only known to the Emperor. And Sophia has just succeeded to the throne not long ago and has not entered the interior of the mausoleum, so she has not seen Lady Miriam."

"But maybe it's just because of blood inheritance. Although most of the data from the beginning of the city's construction has been lost, the Eagle Family has indeed ruled this city for hundreds of years, and the bloodline has never been broken."

"As for the purpose of the ancestor..." Lady Yaga smiled. "If she is willing, many people are willing to sacrifice their lives for her. And in the records, the ancestor has helped this city overcome difficulties more than once. I find it hard to imagine that she would use the Empress for evil purposes."

Lady Yaga didn't struggle with the ancestor possibly being a vampire. In the distant past, there were even kingdoms established by vampires. The name of the Impaler was famous even in Muggle society.

This couldn't be counted as strange news, but rather it made sense, and solved a doubt for her.

Not long after, Snape's research on the blood bead ended. The blood bead was indeed true blood as Murphy guessed, and it was far more condensed than the true blood of any known vampire, even forming a solid-like structure.

At the same time, its strength was strong enough, completely sufficient to neutralize the Holy Mother's magic power.

"Can you only use the magic power in this true blood, without letting it infect the Empress?" Murphy asked.

Snape shook his head. "I might find it very difficult to control. The magic power remains in the Empress's wound and has invaded her body. If you want to offset it, naturally you have to let this true blood contact her body. Whether it will infect the Empress because of this, I cannot guarantee."

And time was running out. Petrification could not delay the speed of magic power infecting the soul too much, and the Empress could die at any time because her soul was infected.

Murphy didn't hesitate anymore. "Try it."

Even if she became a vampire, it was better than dying directly. As for other possibilities, in the case of no time to find a better alternative, it was a risk that had to be taken.

Soon, Snape formulated a neutralizer, made it into a plaster form, wrapped the blood bead, and applied it to the Empress's back.

Then Murphy lifted the petrification effect.

He unfolded his magic vision and could see that the moment petrification was lifted, the pitch-black magic power belonging to the Holy Mother destroyed wildly along the Empress's back wound, and a cyan-black color expanded rapidly from the Empress's back.

But soon, another force with an extremely high level joined the battle. What was strange was that it had no conflict with Sophia's own power, and almost completed the fusion in an instant, just as if it were Sophia's own power, and began to strangle the external Holy Mother magic power.

In this process, the blood bead was inevitably absorbed by Sophia's body, and naturally transformed her, enhancing the recovery ability of flesh and blood, causing her body temperature to rise, and promoting the healing of the wound—just as Murphy expected, it was turning Sophia into a vampire.

However, compared to its effect of driving away the Holy Mother's magic power, this could be considered an acceptable price.

More than ten minutes later, the Holy Mother's magic power in Sophia's body was strangled to death, and the blood bead was completely integrated into her body, which seemed to give her a very powerful recovery ability. Even without using White Potion, the tissues and flesh destroyed in the magic battle were rapidly repairing themselves.

Gradually, the Empress's breathing stabilized. Her eyelashes moved, and then she opened her eyes. A trace of faint crimson appeared in her azure eyes.

Murphy was by her side. "You're awake? How do you feel, Sophia?"

The Empress looked at him, and after a long while, said: "Long time no see, Mr. Murphy."

Murphy smiled. "It hasn't been long, you just slept for a while, and half a day hasn't passed yet."

"Is that so?" Sophia frowned. "I seem to have had a very long dream... However, it's good to see you again."

"I'm also glad you're okay, Sophia."

The Empress laughed. "I like you calling my name."

Probably because of experiencing a life-and-death situation, she was much bolder than before.

If he said "If you like it, I will call you that in the future" at this time, it would look very much like a pair of stupid lovers, so Murphy just smiled and nodded.

"Good, I remember."

"Can you hold my hand?" the Empress asked.

"Good."

"I'm a little sleepy, I want to sleep for a while longer, can I see you when I wake up?"

"Yes."

"Thank you for saving me, Murphy."

"Sleep."

(End of chapter)