My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 2099 - 700: Facing Origin’s Assassination and Revenge, Murphy Chooses to Keep Provoking!

Chapter 2099: Chapter 700: Facing Origin’s Assassination and Revenge, Murphy Chooses to Keep Provoking!

This was Murphy’s first time encountering this term.

But it wasn’t his first time facing a similar kind of power. Upon closer inspection, this Lord of Darkness bore some resemblance to the Nightmare Tyrant Baphomet still dormant in Baphomet’s Palace.

Perhaps that Nightmare Tyrant is also one of the Ancient Gods. They are different from the likes of Avalon and Su, the "new gods" who ascended with the Creator’s help after this era began. They are not as shockingly powerful and indescribable as the shadows of subspace; instead, they more closely resemble traditional evil gods...

Ah, these distinctions are too complex to unravel.

This isn’t Murphy’s area of expertise; perhaps he could consult Triss upon his return, as she, being a theologian, would surely have insight into these matters.

"We’re almost there, Master."

Veylanther remained alert all the way, clutching several tokens from Lady Spider, ready to "save the day" at any moment. However, this stretch of road was unusually quiet and secure, without any unexpected incidents.

It wasn’t until Murphy, Veylanther, and Dymes emerged from the broken tunnel on the other side of the Blackflame Mountain Pass that they realized why no one disturbed them.

The path from Blackflame Mountain Pass to the Fortress of Courage was equally shattered. Though this place had not been ravaged by the Lord of Darkness, it was scattered with thousands of wandering undead, and there was a noticeable lingering Netherworld presence.

The necessary evil floating beside Murphy wandered about, absorbing the death energies of the place, while the three hastened forward. Soon, among the "Undead Sea" where the undead merely roamed and didn’t attack, they found survivors.

The newbie, Teranova, wielded a shotgun that held no intimidation in the midst of this chaotic scene, standing guard with the Champion insect PengPeng over the unconscious Mummy Girl. Not far from Nifytelli, on the broken rocks, lay a nearly dismembered body in odd cowboy attire.

"Ah, Sir Murphy!"

Terranova, having been scared witless by the previous battle, hurriedly sprinted over upon seeing the mainline NPC and, waving her arms, narrated everything that had happened to the formidable NPC. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"What? The High Priest Bayek of the Death Moon Society was hidden within Nifytelli’s body all along and awakened tens of thousands of undead here with the Dusk Cultist to form an army, wreaking havoc on the mountain path and wiping out many werewolves?

And you said the identity of that cultist is what?"

Murphy was flabbergasted, clearly unable to fathom all that transpired. Facing his questions, newbie Teranova waved her arms and exclaimed:

"It’s a guy called ’Mamuruk, King of Vengeful Spirits.’ His nickname in the twilight is ’The Explorer.’ Little Mummy said he’s the most terrifying, insane, and obsessive tyrant Pharaoh in the history of the Sanghai Empire.

He’s the one who sparked the war with the Elf Kingdom three hundred years ago!

That bridge!

The Heavenly Bridge!

I heard stories of that bridge from the bearded dwarf Irich before. That evil warlord! He was sealed but managed to escape and joined the Dusk Cult. It was from him that the werewolves learned their necromantic knowledge.

Mamuruk’s consciousness has already been captured by Bayek and taken back to the Origin Land, so we needn’t worry about encountering him again.

Oh, and there’s this!"

Having "privately enjoyed" a segment of the story CG, Teranova excitedly took out a frosty, ice-like Sanghai scepter she had hidden behind her and handed it to Murphy, saying:

"This was a ’gift’ that old man Bayek specifically instructed me to give you before he left. He said, placing the core scepter of the Banquet of Thousands of Souls in Westerburg could prevent the Netherworld Army there from being controlled by the Dusk Cult!

He also mentioned that once the Little Mummy wakes up, she would know how to use it."

"Hmm, so Nifytelli’s craziness was just because Bayek was hidden in her soul?"

Murphy curiously asked, to which Teranova shook her head vigorously and said:

"No, no, no. I asked that too, but High Priest Bayek sighed and said that Little Mummy’s madness is simply because she’s batty, unrelated to his concealment.

Moreover, he referred to you as a true chosen person of supreme creation.

He also invited you to make time to visit the Origin Land; you would be a supreme guest of the entire Sanghai Empire."

"Alright, once the Black Disaster situation eases, I will definitely go."

Murphy put away the core scepter of the Banquet of Thousands of Souls and said to Teranova:

"Take Little Mummy with you; we’re heading straight to the Fortress of Courage. This terrible day at Blackflame Mountain Pass needs to end!"

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"What’s taking so long for Sir Murphy to arrive! And what the hell is that giant beast on the other side of Blackflame Mountain Pass? I heard rumors on the forum that it’s some evil god unleashed by Lord Hether?

So all this time, we’ve been getting tasks from an evil god?

Ooh, that sounds kind of cool when you think about it."

Cheche at the Fortress of Courage was frantically pacing, while the veteran players beside couldn’t contain their nerves either, pacing back and forth. Even "Lady Shui," usually the most composed, murmured her worries to Brother Huozi.

They’d been waiting here for quite some time.

Three Nocturne Enchantment Core Crystals were piled atop the central building platform at the Fortress of Courage, and all Psychic individuals among the refugees had taken their places.

Whether player Psychics or NPC Psychics, there was a rare air of anger and unity against a common enemy. Especially those who narrowly escaped from Blackflame Mountain Pass, they gazed at the shrouded darkness with exceptionally complex expressions.

But what was certain was that the flames of anger had been ignited in their hearts.

If it meant punishing those damned werewolves, they were willing even to plunge into hell with those barbarians.

The Goat Men’s spellcasting group was performing final adjustments to the impending Star Realm Ripping Ceremony. Elder Goat Man Finley felt both exhilaration and a touch of fear regarding what lay ahead.

As an outstanding Curse Mage, it fully comprehended the horrifying disaster the three crystals could unleash, and at this moment, dropping such power onto the enemy without hesitation made it reflect on how Transia People were indeed a bunch of true lunatics.

Now everything was ready, only missing the wind to connect to the Star Realm.

"Sir Murphy is here!"

Little Brother Fu, who was flying around observing, shouted, and the players on the platform immediately stood up with a clatter.

Murphy flapped his wings as he descended from the dim skies. He glanced at the already charging crystal core, nodded to the Elder Goat Man, and flipped his hand, transforming the Universal Device into the shape of a Star Realm Guide Staff, which he then inserted into the ceremony’s center.

Murphy noticed many Psychics present were watching him. Their tattered military uniforms indicated they came from Blackflame Mountain Pass. Flames burned in their eyes.

The Governor felt amidst this that he ought to say something, so after a moment’s thought, he addressed them:

"Blackflame Mountain Pass is gone, the position has collapsed, the werewolves think they’ve won, and my friend, your commander Hether, to stop the Black Disaster, went so far as to bet herself on the scales of war.

We will surely rescue her!

Transia People never compromise; as we always say, we do what we say!

But before that, we shall make the Split-Claw Jackal-men pay for their blood debts! Here and now! Be patient; they’ll be wailing soon."