My Players Are So Fierce

831: 283.

Did Dog Planner start to encounter BUGs too?

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831: 283.

Did Dog Planner start to encounter BUGs too?

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At this point, Lady Cui Si humphed, wrapping her arms around her chest as she spoke to the Valande Knight and Lady Sunny:

“Thus, there is actually another way to restore Little Sheron to health.

You could seek out President Natalie at the Adventurers’ Guild right above our heads.

If Little Sheron is willing to convert to the faith of Avalon, I guess the God of Nature might also bestow the power of rebirth…”

“Impossible!”

The one who objected this time was the more rational Lady Sunny, the formidable highlander female knight who, gritting her teeth, said:

“For all the years that have passed, the slaughter of our highlanders by the Avalon Church is still vivid in my memory.

Even if we were to die, even if we threw ourselves off the cliffs of Ice Bay to our death, we would never accept the grace of Avalon!”

“That’s an issue with the Old Education, not the will of Avalon.”

Governor Milian said softly:

“And the Old Education has been destroyed, hasn’t it?”

“Even so, no!”

Lady Sunny lifted her head, stubbornly stating:

“His followers raised the slaughter knife in His name, yet He only watched and did nothing to stop it!

That alone proves it’s no good.

We highlanders do not need such an indiscriminate faith; we’d rather seek salvation from the night.”

“Alright, shall we continue?”

The Vampire Lord shrugged his shoulders.

He had no intention of arguing with these stubborn folks over matters of faith, and after inquiring with the two knights and receiving an affirmative reply, Murphy took a deep breath, allowing his vampire canines to bare from behind his lips.

He bent down and bit into the intact neck of Little Sheron, and as the first mouthful of fresh blood entered his mouth, Murphy’s face turned extremely unsightly in an instant.

This blood…

What is this taste!

Ah, damn it!

“Hmm, I forgot to tell you, individuals ravaged by the Psychic Plague begin their decay from the blood, which represents the flow of life force.”

Lady Cui Si, squeezing her eyes, said in a low voice:

“Her blood is destined not to taste good.

You see, I just said so.

Let me…”

“You’re doing this on purpose!”

Murphy glared fiercely at Cui Si, but since the First Embrace had begun, he could not abandon it halfway.

This time, he didn’t take three mouthfuls of virgin blood as a gift to his elders, but instead, he stood up, wiped his mouth, and touched Little Count Shuren’s neck with his finger in the posture of the First Embrace for Maxim, harnessing the vampire’s manipulative power over blood to draw it out from Sheron’s body.

The blood indeed had a problem.

As all of Sheron’s blood was drawn out and transformed into a strange substance in Murphy’s hand, expanding and contracting like a non-Newtonian fluid, both Murphy and the others noticed the very uncomfortable layer of gray that coated it.

It was a lifeless gray.

Upon a closer look, there was even a metallic luster.

With the motion of Murphy’s fingers, his own Sin’s Blood flowed from his fingertips, continuously diluting and purifying the corrupt blood of Shuren during the fusion.

Just this process alone took more time and energy than a typical First Embrace.

“An unsettling aura, as if the concepts of death and decay have been materialized and infused into an alchemical liquid in the Material World to unleash its potency in eradicating life.”

Murphy frowned, feeling that peculiar impurity in Sheron’s blood, and said in a hoarse voice:

“The Circle Tower’s use of Spiritual Energy is indeed perverse.”

“It was not their original creation.”

Miss Phemis explained:

“When I was stationed with the Blood Covenant Knight Order, I heard the old soldiers say that the Wolf People’s secret technique adepts and plague priests were the initial holders of the Psychic Plague.

During the fourth Black Disaster, this devastating weapon was extensively used by the King of Bone Biting, making their conquests seem effortless at the beginning.

However, the Wolf People’s concoction of the Psychic Plague was still at a primitive stage; the plague they used could be purified.

Yet, the Circle Tower improved upon this vile creation.

Two years ago, when I led the Midnight Hunters to assist Westerburg, we attempted purification, but the plague in those ruins was still stubbornly effective.”

“Again, the Wolf People?”

Murphy narrowed his eyes, saying:

“That ‘King of Bone Biting’ really is the gift that keeps on giving.

I heard he eventually disappeared into the Polluted Swamp at the southernmost part of Transylvania?

Hmm, that sounds like a ‘great secret treasure’ worth long-term exploration.”

“At a time like this, you still can’t forget to find tasks for your Adventurers, can you?”

Lady Cui Si warned:

“Hurry up!

The condition of Count Shuren is weak; she cannot withstand blood loss for an extended period.

Death shadows her closely; any further delay and she truly will be dead.

Once the soul heads to Hades, it will be much harder to bring her back.”

“Hmm?”

Her words made everyone in the room look at Cui Si with strange expressions, and Governor Milian whispered:

“Are you saying that even if the soul has gone to Hades and has been officially declared dead, you can still retrieve the soul from the hands of the Death God?”

“Uh, I haven’t tried.”

Cui Si said softly:

“But when I was ‘interning’ at the Moon Temple of the Sanghai People back in the day, I developed a complete set of theories!

I think I can enter the Netherworld Plane and bring back souls that have been claimed by death.

How about we take this opportunity to give it a try?”

She seemed somewhat eager.

But the Valande Knight stepped forward, crossed his hands, and loudly said:

“Please do not use the life of Count Shuren to experiment!”

“Tsk, I was just saying.”