My Players Are So Fierce

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Who says only players can encounter bugs?

827: 282.

Who says only players can encounter bugs?

Sandra Sheron Xike Mail.

The current name of Count Cico, also the name of this little girl who is now lying in the Blood Eagle Corridor’s psychic chamber undergoing a “physical examination” by three vampires.

She lay naked on the stone table filled with dark spiritual energy.

The lines carefully inscribed by Cui Si formed an art system that wasn’t too complex, which allowed psychics to precisely capture changes in life force and certain special information in this body.

But honestly, this scene wasn’t seductive at all, it even made Governor Miriam, who was watching, feel an indescribable “horror.”

All because Little Count Sheron’s body was in terrible shape.

Once the clothing was removed, the mechanical replacements for her left arm and leg were already jarringly obvious, but what was more terrifying were the large, strange “scars” covering Sheron’s body, resembling the patterns formed after infected wounds had scabbed over.

Just by the extent of the scars that spread across her body, one could tell the kind of horrific torment the girl had endured two years ago.

This dreadful condition of the body made even Cui Si, who had seen much of the world, feel bouts of shock, and Miss Phemys couldn’t stop chanting the name of the Mother of the Night.

Her past life had been very rough.

But honestly, compared to the little girl she had just met, Phemys felt she was much luckier; at least she hadn’t been “tortured” like this by Salockdale.

Murphy was silent as well.

He reached out, touching the terrible scars on Sheron’s body, trying to be as gentle as possible to avoid upsetting Little Sheron.

Witnessing all this made him feel the cruelty of this different world anew, and it exceeded the limits of what the human soul beneath the vampire’s shell could fathom.

But compared to the silent spectators, Little Count Sheron at this moment was incomprehensibly calm; she even joked with Phemys, who looked sad.

She said,

“Don’t be afraid, you can poke me harder, I’m not afraid of pain, nor am I a doll that needs to be fussed over…

Well, it did hurt at first, keeping me up night after night.

But gradually, the wounds lost their perception, turning from numb stings into complete numbness, and now they feel like tree bark with no sensation at all.

Lady Sunny took me to the barbarian temple of Ice Bay, where the Berserker Priests said this is a stubborn entrenchment of the Psychic Plague’s life-destroying strength within my body.

It tried to kill me, but the power of the Spirit of the Mountain Woods from my homeland was protecting me, like two people fighting, they couldn’t get the better of each other.

So they ended up coexisting within me.

Actually, this isn’t such a bad feeling, think about it—two armies fighting inside your body!

How cool does that sound?”

“It does sound cool, kiddo.”

Cui Si took off her gloves stained with some odd, sticky substance, rolled her eyes, and said to the overly optimistic Little Sheron,

“Every adventure that risks life is cool, but only if you make sure you don’t actually die.

And you might not realize it, but since you’ve left the protection of the mountain forests, your condition has seriously worsened over the past three days of frantic travel.

Meaning, it’s lucky that I’m here, otherwise you’d be a goner.”

“Hehe.”

Little Sheron grinned, stretching her “terrifying” body on the stone table, saying,

“I knew that fate looks kindly upon optimistic warriors, right?

So, should I call you ‘mom’ from now on, beautiful lady of midnight?”

“We don’t call it that.”

Cui Si flicked her finger on Little Sheron’s head.

She said,

“We generally call it ‘elder,’ and although I’ve lived for more than four hundred years, I haven’t yet planned on raising naughty children.

Rest for a bit.

We’ll discuss how to help you.”

Cui Si gently touched Sheron’s nose, transforming a touch of crimson spiritual energy into a gentle hypnotic smog that entered Sheron’s nostrils, swiftly sending the strong child into a deep sleep, snoring softly.

The door was pushed open, and Valande and Sunny, who had been waiting outside, came in, to which the previously joking Cui Si now solemnly said,

“You must make a decision immediately!

The Psychic Plague from the Circle Tower has something devilish added into it; it’s rapidly corrupting Sheron’s life force.

This corruption isn’t just on the level of bodily infection; it has reached a fundamental corruption and destruction of life existence by the filthy power.

Without the protection of the mountain woods, Sheron will only last another 72 hours before she succumbs to undeath.”

“I’m only concerned with whether you can save her or not?”

The Valande Knight, foreseeing this outcome, asked gravely,

“They say the Sin’s Blood of vampires has the strength of eternal life, it can heal all wounds and dispel all harmful forces with the blessing of midnight.

Is that true?”

“Yes.”

Murphy looked at Sheron, who was still sleeping and snoring, and replied seriously,

“I once used Sin’s Blood to save my first Descendant, Adel, who was infected with a Wolf Poison contamination with properties similar to Sheron’s current condition.

I am certain, the infusion of Sin’s Blood can purge the plague from Sheron’s body, and if the elder is willing to give her more Blood Essence, she can even regrow her arms and legs in a short amount of time.