My Players Are So Fierce-Chapter 329:

Murphy had no intention of eavesdropping on others’ mother-daughter conversations, but unfortunately, Lady Cecilia’s mental state appeared unstable.

Her consciousness had become disconnected due to the corruption of the subspace, and under Femis’s verbal prompting, those small fragments of truth she revealed were enough for Murphy to piece together an “answer” in his mind.

Unfortunately, this answer didn’t explain everything, instead filling Murphy’s mind with new questions.

To summarize, why was it Tris?

Why was Dusk’s target in Transia a drunken waste of a woman who had wallowed for over 100 years? frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

What other secrets did Tris still have?

What did she do in her self-proclaimed turbulent past that made Dusk chase after her like a wild dog chasing a bone?

Ah, it’s too headache-inducing.

Murphy thought to himself that he had just casually found a girlfriend in another world, only to discover that this girlfriend’s background and origins were frighteningly vast.

“Murphy?”

Still standing within the Protection Spell, Femis looked at the vampire lord in surprise and exclaimed:

“You’ve been following me?”

“If you’re not using your eyes, you can donate them to those in need, young lady.”

Murphy looked at the four giant sword guards closing in around them and sighed:

“Isn’t this obvious? How could I let my own people carelessly step into danger, especially at a time when Dusk’s shadow looms over us? Being overly cautious is necessary.

The facts prove I was right to come.

Leave this place!

Go back to help the caravan, leave this to me.”

“Can you handle it?”

Femis looked at the four mysterious giant sword guards wrapped in corrupt spirit energy before her. The pressure emanating from these four made even her, a White Silver rank Spirit Master, somewhat terrified, but Murphy was just a Black Iron rank swordsman and summoner, no matter how strong he was, there had to be a limit, right?

“Under normal circumstances, encountering this situation I would surrender immediately and secretly contact Tris, Lady Shani, and Lord Payne to come rescue me. Fortunately, this isn’t a normal situation.

She should have just sent some ordinary White Silver warriors to take you away, rather than insisting on showing off her so-called ‘subspace’s blessing’.”

Murphy pursed his lips, glancing at the flashing prompt information on his character interface.

Dazzling white light beams drew strange arcs on both sides of his crimson eyes, and that familiar purifying force filling his body brought unbearable torment and pain.

However, along with the rising pain came a sense of “inevitable victory.”

【Detected subspace chaos spirit entity! Contamination level: Low, Purification probability: High! Antivirus program ‘Omega’ initialization begin! Purification program, activate!】

The familiar prompt brought familiar sensations, like dreaming back to the desperate situation in the Blood Vulture Halls.

Under Femis’s dumbfounded gaze, circles of white light almost completely enveloped Murphy amid his suppressed cries of pain.

The four subspace power entities that were closing in seemed to be shocked by this strange power as well. They who should have pressed forward unstoppably to spread the subspace’s “blessing” actually began retreating under the pressure. Ɽ𝒶ΝɵBƐ𝓢

At this moment Murphy seemed to become “light”!

But the strongest reaction came not from Murphy or the four giant sword guards, but from the sword in the vampire lord’s hand, Necessary Evil felt like it had been screwed by a dog!

Even though it had already submitted to Murphy, even though it had been well-behaved lately, why the hell did it have to endure this heart-wrenching purification pain a second time!!!

“Get out of here! You useless thing.”

Murphy’s shout rang out through gritted teeth, and the wailing Necessary Evil was thrown away, flying like an unleashed dog escaping a trap to land beside Femis.

It even “hid” behind Femis, appearing completely terrified.

Within the purifying light’s embrace, Murphy bent down and gripped the hilt of the sword cane “Buried Beastiality” with a backhand, drawing the sword in the most standard stance of the Midnight Assassin’s sword technique. Like a beam of racing light he flashed into the center of the four chaos swordsmen ahead, then in a flash-step leap appeared behind one of them.

The blade thrust carried purifying spirit energy.

This move should have been unremarkable, but when the white light-wrapped blade pierced the chaos swordsman’s body, it triggered an explosion.

When the chaos and purifying spirit energies made contact, it was like a bomb detonating, its blast wave engulfing half the camp.

The surging air currents gathered into raging winds so strong they impacted the young lady’s Protection Spell, forcing her to dispel the defense and rapidly retreat 100 meters.

From this distance, she could only see the white light representing Murphy flickering in the corrupt wind, as the four chaos swordsmen far stronger than him were beaten with no chance to fight back under this unique “power-up” state.

“No wonder this guy could ‘revive at full health’ after being severely wounded by father in the Blood Vulture Halls, so Murphy also has this kind of unique power!”

The young lady seemed to see through everything.

But more questions subsequently filled her little mind, where did Murphy get this purifying spirit energy that vampires absolutely shouldn’t possess?

Could this be a unique talent bestowed by those mysterious subspace creatures when he gained the “Otherworld Spirit Summoning technique” from subspace knowledge?

That’s not right!

Just from its outward appearance, this power exists specifically to counter chaos creatures, how could subspace beings possess such power that would be like poison to them?

But earlier Murphy had bragged about communicating with the Avalon deity, could this be bestowed by the nature god?

However, regardless of what thoughts were bursting in the young lady’s mind at this moment, she knew that what happened tonight couldn’t be told to others, this was one of Murphy’s many secrets.

As a friend, she must keep this secret for Murphy.

But soon, the young lady sensed several familiar presences nearby. She immediately spread her blood wings and flew over to see Brother Stick stealthily carrying Brother Meow as they flew this way.

These two must have noticed the strange phenomenon happening here and came to join in, hoping to trigger some unique plot developments.

The young lady saw these two and knew they couldn’t be allowed near the camp now.

Murphy’s execution of the chaos swordsmen wasn’t complete yet, and Murphy probably wouldn’t want his trump card exposed before his warriors’ eyes.

After all, these guys couldn’t keep their mouths shut, it would be absolutely impossible to expect them to keep a secret.

Therefore Femis immediately cast a small Labyrinth spell around Brother Stick and the Brother Meow he was carrying in flight, enveloping the two players in layered spirit energy maze without harming them.

“Holy shit, we hit a ghost wall!”

Brother Stick suddenly felt something strange about the darkness around them as he flew, while Meow King being pulled along in the air exclaimed:

“This isn’t right! We just flew past this section, I can see clearly! That tree, this is the second time we’ve passed that tree. Hey! How are you flying, you managed to get lost on a straight path?”

“What the hell do you know, this must be some kind of protective spirit energy formation, perhaps a Labyrinth spell? I heard the young lady mention it before, it’s a technique specifically for trapping enemies.”

Brother Stick remained calm.

He hovered in the air, gazing at the night scene ahead continuously erupting with flashing white light and corrupt storms, something big must have happened there.

But right now he needed to stay calm and break through this maze blocking their progress.

“How do we get out of here?”

Brother Meow examined the seemingly normal ground around them.

As an Oak Knight he also wielded some nature spirit energy mysteries, but ultimately he wasn’t a professional spirit mage. Encountering this kind of situation that required wisdom and knowledge to solve naturally left him a bit stumped.

Brother Stick landed with him on the ground, scratching his head saying:

“I heard the young lady explain how to solve it, either rely on a spirit mage’s perception to cut off the maze spell’s spirit energy channels and make its spell model collapse.

Or summon an otherworld creature called a Minotaur.

Low rank or high rank works, those strange otherworld bull-headed men are naturally immune to maze spells’ effects, they have a talent that lets them freely pass through any maze.

Other than that, the only way to quickly get out is to rely on luck.”

“Damn, rely on luck?”

Brother Meow instantly deflated.

He seemed to lose all his highlights at once, waving his hand very wearily saying:

“Then you handle it, I’ll just watch from here and not join in the excitement.”

“Uh, there seems to be another way. The young lady said maze spells can only last for a very short time, unless there’s a semi-permanent spirit energy core supporting it, the spell will collapse on its own after 10 minutes max due to spirit energy depletion.

So, we can also just wait here.”

Brother Stick desperately recalled some spirit energy basics he had heard from the young lady while doing missions for her before, finally helplessly folding his wings and complaining:

“Damn it, now even I, a close combat type Tomb Guard, have to study spirit energy mysteries. This really is balls-aching.”

“Different strokes for different folks.”

Brother Meow comforted him in return:

“I think when we recruit people later we need to focus on this aspect, cultivate more spirit energy talents. On this fantasy continent, you can’t go far just relying on brute force. Look at us two impressive Black Iron experts actually trapped by an invisible maze spell, it would be too embarrassing if word got out.”

“Hmm, makes sense.”

Brother Stick nodded deeply in agreement, stroking his chin saying:

“But right now we still haven’t figured out what kind of qualities are suitable for learning spirit energy spells. We don’t have this stuff over there, can’t even get a reference answer.”

“Well idiots definitely can’t learn it.”

Brother Meow said with pursed lips:

“So recruit some smart people?

Like Lady Aqua kind of genius, she hasn’t even passed the Black Iron trial, but her Rejuvenation spell’s healing effect is more than double mine.

It’s simply ridiculous!”

“F**k, you don’t think there are many people like Lady Aqua over there right? Lower your standards! Even if we go bankrupt together we won’t be able to recruit one person at that standard.”

“Sigh, we’ll plan for the long term.”

——

“Pah”

In the devastated camp, a panting Murphy slumped to the ground. The numbness left by the intense pain fading from his body made it difficult to even feel his fingers.

But the results of this outburst were exceptionally glorious.

Before his eyes, all four White Silver rank elite chaos swordsmen had been “taken apart.”

Like a fierce wind sweeping away fallen leaves, completely dominating from start to finish, the Omega antivirus program’s boost made each of Murphy’s sword strikes deal several times “critical damage”, as if he was simply cheating.

Another piece of good news was that after this battle, Murphy’s Tomb Guard swordsmanship finally reached “Grandmaster” level – this was his first advanced sword technique to reach Grandmaster level, enough to make Murphy feel satisfied and proud.

The young lady descended from the sky beating her wings.

She looked at the camp before her that appeared to have been bombed, as well as those Blood Servants who had died miserably after being caught in the aftermath of Murphy’s battle with the chaos swordsmen.

These poor wretches didn’t even have a chance to escape before their souls returned to the netherworld under the dual torment of chaos and purifying spirit energy.

They died tragically, like water sacks bursting from the center, spraying red and white all over the ground.

“Don’t ask!”

Seeing the young lady approach, Murphy lowered his head and said hoarsely:

“I won’t tell you the answer, so don’t waste time asking this and that. Quickly clean up this place, I sense my players are coming soon.

Can’t let them see me in such a sorry state.”

“Sorry state?”

Femis widened her eyes and came forward to help up the exhausted Murphy, saying softly:

“You fought one against four, eliminating these dangerous chaos warriors while taking almost no damage, from any angle this is a brilliant victory, okay?”

“That’s your perspective, not theirs.”

Murphy shook his head, using the sword cane to prop himself up as he examined the remains of the four chaos warriors before him.

Even though they had been thoroughly killed, these four’s remnants still continuously radiated turbid auras outward, impacting Murphy and the young lady’s minds. Like active sources of chaos contamination, they entered the material world specifically to spread madness and corruption.

The most dangerous part of fighting these beings wasn’t the clash of power, but the mental impact that had to be endured at every moment, a Sanity Check every second, with mental collapse awaiting those who failed.

It could be said they were elite units with built-in “fear auras.”

“These guys’ armor”

Femis said biting her lip:

“I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before?”

“Wait.”

Murphy crouched down, reaching out to touch the turbid corpse stained with “mud-like filth” at his feet. Item identification activated, information tag popped up:

Name: Original Sin – Pale Ash

Rank: Level 30 – White Silver Body – Chaos Elite

Class: Level 20 Fallen Grey Knight/Level 15 Dark Hand/Cultist – Subspace Supplicant

Evaluation: Extremely Dangerous – Purifiable

Quest Description:

【*** The voice of Original Sin’s sobbing echoes through the black firmament, the wrong epoch must be corrected. *** I see you! Pawn of the Creator!

You dare not *** Die!】

“Bang”

Murphy’s body was hit head-on as if by an invisible fist.

His whole body flipped over and fell to the ground with blood gushing from his nose before being held in Femis’s arms. The vampire lord’s nose, ears and mouth bled as he covered his scorched eyes.

On the semi-transparent character interface before his eyes, glaring prompts were churning:

【Under observation of subspace shadow “Original Sin”! Mental check failed! Chaos consciousness invasion – antivirus program Omega activated! Self-purification mode enabled!】

“Take me… back!”

Murphy felt his consciousness seem to leave his body at this moment.

He seemed to see a dim star ring open blood-colored maddened eyes before him, as if he was about to melt under the gaze of these frenzied eyes.

But another force from the stars was protecting him, pulling to keep him from leaving the material world.

That was perhaps the source of Omega’s power, somewhere among the star sea.

In this contest between chaos and purifying powers, in his last moment of clarity, Murphy tightly gripped Femis’s wrist and said hoarsely:

“Leave here! Tell Natalie… these swordsmen, are Grey Knights of the old faith! Have her… bring people to handle this! Don’t tell… Tris!

I’ll sleep for a bit.

Just a moment.”

“Murphy! Murphy!”

Femis called Murphy’s name, but he tilted his head and fell unconscious. The players had already left the range of the maze spell and were heading this way.

The young lady had no time for other arrangements. She mobilized spirit energy power to sweep up the four fallen corrupted corpses and carried Murphy into the night.

Almost immediately after they left, Brother Meow and Brother Stick arrived at this devastated camp. Brother Meow looked at the surroundings that appeared to have been swept by a category 8 hurricane, his eyes full of shock.

But then, Brother Meow saw the giant swords left behind by the chaos warriors, those things flickering with grey-black light were clearly extraordinary at a glance.

He excitedly went forward wanting to pull out these impressive items.

But as soon as his fingers touched one, black light flashed before his eyes, and then his whole person sat up in his apartment bed.

Cold prompts were flashing in his gaming helmet:

【You touched a subspace evil item without any protection. You were invaded by the power of subspace shadow “Original Sin”.

You died.

Resurrection countdown: 71H59M.】

“F**k your mother! What kind of trap is this!”

Suddenly meeting death, Brother Meow was so angry his eyes bulged. He irritably jumped up and grabbed his phone to call Brother Stick, yelling:

“Don’t touch those swords, they’re subspace evil items, touch them and you die.”

“Bullshit! Who would randomly touch something that obviously isn’t good! Just you being handsy, I couldn’t even stop you before watching you ‘self-destruct’ right in front of me.”

Brother Stick complained on the other end:

“Don’t worry, I’m keeping your equipment and beads safe. See you in three days.”

“F**k!”