My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 2095 - 699: Hether’s Secret · Devour the Light of All Things!
Duchess Triss of the Blood Vulture Clan has appeared, stirring up a storm to try to slow down the spread of the plague, and to allow more people to escape. Those Blood Vulture Psychics have risked opening teleportation portals in this chaotic area of Spiritual Energy.
Jumping into a teleportation portal in this situation is equivalent to stepping into hell.
No one knows where a portal without precise targeting might send them.
But one thing is certain, even if thrown to the other side of the world, it’s more blessed than staying here to face the scourge of the plague.
Defeat!
Dymes saw the standard scene of defeat from high above; the long-besieged Blackflame Mountain Pass finally fell on this disastrous day, and those formidable Retinue Army soldiers dared not even look back at the area they had defended for so many years.
It seemed as if in an instant, this place had become a monstrous beast with a bloody maw ready to devour.
"Where is Lord Hether?"
Dymes shook his head vigorously to clear it, searching the ground for the commander of Blackflame Mountain Pass’s defenses, but he couldn’t find Hether among the retreating, panicked crowd.
Until a Ranger reminded him, Lord Hether hadn’t retreated at all.
She was still at the center of position number eight.
"That’s just crazy! How could she abandon her duty at such a time?"
The High-order Ranger cursed.
He pulled out a small statue of the Moon Girl from his pocket, holding it in his hand to cast a temporary poison immunity protection on himself, then sped down towards the center of position number eight. He needed to get Hether out of this wretched place before she perished.
Indeed, vampires could last longer amid the werewolf plague, but the reality of the fourth Black Disaster proved that vampires could also be infected by the plague, and it was even worse for them.
They wouldn’t have the chance to resurrect as undead; they would walk directly into eternal silence.
"Whish"
The High-order Ranger rolled mid-air, then spread his cloak like wings and glided down to the already deathly silent position, completely enveloped by green fumes.
He saw Lord Hether at a glance.
The latter had gone mad, taking off her armor, even tossing aside her helmet, which she never removed.
She was half-kneeling there, doing something he couldn’t understand.
"Hey! Lord Hether, come with me quickly, your soldiers still need... Mother of Forest! What is that thing?"
He shouted, reaching out to place his hand on Hether’s shoulder, trying to pull her up, but in the next moment, Lord Hether turned her head, allowing Dymes to see her true visage under the helmet.
Many people were curious about what kind of face the never-unhelmeted Second Lord Hether Hoffman had, or rather, everyone who had heard Hether’s stories, including Murphy, was curious about what was hidden underneath?
The answer was revealed at this moment.
There was nothing under the helmet...
No face, no head, no features—just a constantly shifting, strange "face" like black quicksand, with only two vague points of crimson light indicating her vampire identity visible in the swirling darkness.
Those were her eyes.
The experienced High-order Ranger, who had even faced the King of Bone Biting, was startled, nearly dropping the Moon Girl statue from his hand, but Hether stretched out a "hand" to steady it.
"Hold it... leave this place!"
Lord Hether pressed something into the Ranger’s hands and spoke, but it sounded nothing like a voice a living being could produce, more like some form of energy vibrating in the real world.
"You..."
At that moment, Dymes truly wanted to curse.
He felt his day was unbearably thrilling, by the Elves’ bland standards, it could even be described as insane.
He really had many questions to ask, but Hether had no time to answer.
She briefly said:
"The power of the Lord of Darkness will be unleashed, plagues and undead will be held back, but I can’t control it... Lord Paryen warned me when he saved me that if this power gets out of control, I would completely lose myself.
I’m beyond caring now; I just want these werewolves to pay for their blood debts.
Go!
Find Murphy!
Tell him I want to see the revenge he promised me. I am the commander of Blackflame Mountain Pass, and I will live and die with my position! Whether it’s resisting enemies or entering hell.
Don’t look back!
No matter what you hear, don’t look back!"
"Hmm."
Dymes knew Hether had resolved to die.
After all, she had unleashed a power that was terrifying at first sight, and it was too late to regret now. He stood at attention, giving a soldier’s farewell salute to Hether, then called upon the Wind Eagle to take him away from this deadly area.
The protection from the Moon Girl kept him unharmed by the plague, but in the very next second after he flew out, the terrifying dark power burst like a bomb. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
But it did not cause impact or physical harm; instead, it spread like a dark curtain.
Even darker than the black night at that moment, like a veil swallowing all light, plunging everything into endless darkness in an instant.
"Dymes, save me!"
A barely audible voice echoed behind the High-order Ranger, sending a shiver down his spine.
It was the voice of his wife, who had died in battle a hundred years ago, making Dymes instinctively want to turn and look, but at the last moment, Lord Hether’s warning stiffened his half-turned neck.
That was not his wife.
That was something unknown, calling itself the "Lord of Darkness".
