My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 2098 - 700: Facing Origin’s Assassination and Revenge, Murphy Chooses to Keep Provoking!
"We must leave here as soon as possible, master. The power of the Evil God above is incredibly overwhelming; compared to it, the Nightmare Tyrant Baphomet is just a small figure. It’s hard to imagine how Lord Paryen managed to seal it within Lord Hether’s body."
"The ancients always have many strange abilities."
Murphy was flying low in the empty Ratman Tunnel. He said:
"But I am more inclined to believe that the lord probably used external forces, powers he might have forgotten their origins but can still use, powers not belonging to the vampires. When we meet him, I think all secrets will be revealed."
"You have a Gold Stage guard, and you still want me to come along?"
Dimes Captain Golden Leaf finally sensed something was wrong. He took a step back and said:
"I feel like you brought me here to set up a murder."
"Don’t think of yourself so highly! If the master wanted to kill you, he wouldn’t have needed to save you just now. Your pathetic will is insignificant in the face of an Evil God’s corruption."
Veylanther turned back with malice and said:
"The fact that you’re still alive is thanks to my powerful and mysterious master’s protection. If you dare to leave this light, you will be noticed by the Lord of Darkness above. You can, of course, choose not to come with us, dull Forest Elf.
But you know very well what that would mean."
"Don’t mind Veylanther’s threats. I just want to discuss some matters regarding the elves with you."
As always, Murphy was gentle. He gestured for Dimes to follow, to not stray from the faint circle of shimmering white light beside him, lest they enter darkness and get devoured by the Evil God.
As they advanced quickly, he said to the Elf Ranger:
"From some of my sources, I’ve learned that during the Continent’s ten-year war, you elves have been collecting lost relics of the Avalon Church. It’s said that you have acquired half of the Sacred Blades.
If the old sect perished, naturally, there’s nothing to say about your actions. However, now that the Avalon’s human Sanctuary has re-established itself in Transylvania, may I ask you to return those Sacred Blades?"
"Are you joking?"
Dimes whispered:
"Do you really think a perfectly ordinary High-order Ranger like me would be qualified to be involved in this matter?"
"Of course a regular Ranger Captain wouldn’t, but your surname is ’Goldleaf’, isn’t it?"
Murphy glanced at him and said:
"Look, I mentioned earlier that I have a very powerful girlfriend, and from her, I learned that the Goldleaf and Silverleaf families have been cherished courtiers of the Elfin King Court for generations. You were confidants of King Quirion at the dawn of this Era.
The Black Disaster is about to invade Transylvania, and you experienced the fall of the Blackflame Mountain Pass firsthand. I believe I don’t need to further instill fear; after our counterattack ends, you and your elves can leave.
But I hope you convey my request to King Quirion.
Both Transylvania and the newly born Avalon Church need those Sacred Blades; consider it special military support for the war. After all, if Transylvania can’t withstand the frenzy of the Wolf People, the disastrous scenario of the Fourth Black Disaster might play out again.
Additionally, I want to confirm one more thing."
The Vampire Governor looked at the silent High-order Ranger and softly said:
"The Greeney Holy Grail of the Avalon Church, do you also have it? If you’ve been pursuing the Sacred Blades, you might also view the Holy Grail, which is even more valuable, as a target."
"No!"
This time Dimes replied decisively:
"We’ve searched for the human followers’ Holy Grail, but came up empty-handed! However, about a year ago, there was a strange message from the North Sea, saying that some merchants passing by the outer seas of Greeney saw a green sacred light flickering under the night of Gram Island.
So if Avalon’s human believers want to retrieve their Holy Grail, I suggest they check that abandoned Sacred land.
As long as they aren’t afraid of being caught and beheaded by King Louis."
"Hmm, I see, thank you for the information."
Murphy nodded, asking no more.
This decisive attitude somewhat surprised the High-order Ranger.
Just this?
Did you really bring me here just to make me a messenger, to help you relay a message?
Shouldn’t you be coercing me to extract more information about the Sacred Blades at this point? Or is this handsome vampire a bit dull-witted? Does he really believe I’d help him deliver a message to the Elf King?
Dimes’ thoughts were heard crystal clear by Murphy.
The Desire Ability kept functioning, but the Vampire Governor didn’t have time to explain more to this Ranger of a mysterious identity.
Even though he wasn’t a distinguished Psychic, Murphy could clearly sense the power of the Lord of Darkness above rapidly expanding; its dark aura was seeping into this land, even corrupting the nearby unstable Spiritual Energy.
If time drags on, the entire Blackflame Mountain Pass will be filled with the power of dark corruption.
This entity wasn’t quite the same as the subspace shadows Murphy had faced before. The Lord of Darkness doesn’t have the soul-targeting twisting and corruptive power of subspace Evil Spirits; it still uses temptation to weaken the prey’s mind, which seems to indicate a connection with the subspace, but not deep.
It’s even possible this entity isn’t a deity born of the subspace.
After all, when identifying Hether’s Life Candle earlier, the character card clearly stated, this one is "Ancient Gods."
