My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 2096 - 699: Hether’s Secret · Devour the Light of All Things!
"Why not turn around and take a look, little one?"
Seeing that this trick couldn’t tempt the Ranger, the bizarre entity projected and lured him with a venomous voice in his mind:
"Your light of life is so beautiful, offer it to me, merge into the warm darkness! Just like poor Bonnie Goldleaf, weak Avalon can’t take her soul! She’s still trapped on the past battlefield waiting for her lover, come on, Dymes.
Blow out your light, and I’ll take you to save your wife.
Listen, she’s crying.
Oh, Dymes, Dymes, save me..."
"Demon! Don’t you dare try to tempt me!"
The High-order Ranger’s SAN value rapidly dropped for a moment, and he covered his ears and screamed.
But the Wind Eagle under him could no longer withstand it, and with a mournful cry, it began to be enveloped in what seemed like black smoke, quickly starting the "transformation", and it threw its master from high in the air.
Obviously, it wasn’t just Dymes enduring the temptation of the Lord of Darkness; all sentient beings would be affected, and this mental disturbance was rapidly intensifying and expanding. Through what method did Hether seal it?
The High-order Ranger was falling, and in midair, he tightly closed his eyes, protecting the things Hether entrusted to him in his arms.
His mind was filled with various dark voices continually echoing, nearly driving him insane.
But just before hitting the ground, a figure swiftly flew in, catching the screaming Captain Dymes by the collar and slapped him across the face.
White light flashed before Dymes’ eyes, and the stinging power applied through the slap instantly scattered the seductive tunes in his heart, allowing the weakened Ranger Captain to regain consciousness.
He opened his single eye to see the handsome face of a vampire.
"Awake now? What happened with Hether?"
In the rapid shifting of the night sky, Murphy asked in a deep voice.
Dymes shook his head, tremblingly handing over the items in his hands to Murphy—the last things Hether entrusted him to carry out.
It was...
A candle.
A thick candle covered with strange runes, its wick already lit, yet it emitted no heat.
It was not until Murphy caught the candle that Dymes realized he was backing the Lord of Darkness, while Murphy was facing the demon.
He sharply said:
"Close your eyes! Don’t look! It will tempt your spirit..."
"No, it can’t."
Murphy gave him a glance, saying softly as he flapped his wings and landed:
"It’s merely an unawakened Evil God. See how scared you got, are all elves this timid? Stand behind me, it can’t affect you."
Only then did the High-order Ranger notice that Murphy was now surrounded by a circle of white dots of light, occasionally clashing with the encroaching dark forces and sparking strange sparks.
This was clearly two opposing forces.
Dymes took a deep breath, turning around behind Murphy to look at the scene behind him for the first time.
All he could see was darkness.
The darkness stretched from Position Eight in all directions, even towards the sky and the earth, without a single glimmer of light, seemingly severing that land from the material world, where all light and everything within it were swallowed up.
But it was still unsatisfied, continually drawing in and devouring surrounding light.
Whether it was starlight or the torches held high by the retreating warriors behind, the light was dimming, as if being absorbed by a black hole.
Even Murphy, under the protection of the Omega purification power, still felt that the dark entity was weaving and floating in front of his eyes when he stared directly at it, like a pair of invisible yet malice-filled eyes.
It was watching him, narrating some past he didn’t care about, trying to tempt him with these things.
Although not disturbed, the incessant nagging by his ear was truly annoying!
Lord Hether said she would live and die with her territory, clearly, she wasn’t joking. This bizarre power, let alone the Wolf People, even those mysterious heretics from Dusk would be panic-stricken when they come.
This darkness that devours all light was evidently some sort of supernatural entity beyond reality, obviously categorizable under "deity".
"What... what is that thing?"
Dymes asked softly, as Murphy glanced at the still burning candle in his hand, activating Item Identification:
Name: Hether Hoffman’s Life Candle
Quality: Sealed artifact
Effect: Before the candle burns out, Hether Hoffman, the "mortal form" of the Lord of Darkness, can suppress the revival of the Lord of Darkness. Once the candle burns out or is blown out, the sleeping Lord of Darkness will enter the material world.
Current candle remaining: 98%.
Expected burning time: 60 days.
Hint!
The Lord of Darkness, who devours all light, is a former divine spirit imprisoned in the creator’s cage. Please maintain its sealed state as much as possible.
Creator: Hether Hoffman Capadocia/Vernon Payen Capadocia
Item Description:
[Don’t be afraid of it; it’s merely a pitiable indigenous natural god born from malice, just grab the [Data Deleted] left for you by the shiny artifact and bash it on the head... Uh, you don’t have the shiny artifact? Oops, brother, you’ve got a big problem.]
"Don’t be afraid, merely a pitiable natural god forgotten by the world, just find the shiny artifact to kill it."
Murphy explained to Dymes expressionlessly:
"It is still sealed, for the time being, posing no danger... temporarily so. Didn’t Hether leave any message for me?"
"She said you promised her a revenge?"
The Ranger Captain was stunned by this vampire’s dismissive tone towards the Evil God, but he soon relayed Hether’s words, prompting Murphy to nod.
The Vampire Governor squinted his eyes, gazing at the still spreading dark force, and said:
"Alright, although the current situation is not quite perfect, it can’t be delayed any longer. Follow me!"
"Hmm? To do what?"
"What else? Of course, the counterattack Hether hopes to see!"
