My Players Are So Fierce

949: 322.

Lord!

I’m your super fan!_3

949: 322.

Lord!

I’m your super fan!_3

Palano’s assessment of you is correct, Murphy.

You are indeed a unique Night Walker, and I have seen your distinctiveness and potential.

I will give you a response within three days.

You may carry this Blood Crystal Stone with you; I grant you the power to contact me at any time.

But I hope you do not abuse this privilege.

At least do not report trivial matters, ones you can resolve yourself, to me.

My time is very precious.”

“I understand.”

Murphy responded:

“Taking tonight’s events as a standard, I won’t bother you with anything less threatening.”

“Very good, quite astute.”

The Lord waved his hand dismissively.

That posture was clearly a sign of “I desire to rest, you may take your leave.”

Murphy, conscientiously not wanting to impose further, withdrew his Spiritual Energy, thereby severing the communication through the Blood Crystal Stone.

Holding the now stationary trinket in his hand, he cocked his head and thought:

“They say Lord Pa Ying is so humorlessly stern to the point of excess, but I actually think it’s not too bad.

Aside from always looking gloomy, the Lord’s particularly tasteful character model would definitely satisfy young gamers.

But the background of his projection feels so strange, as if he’s in a chamber filled with the ambiance of cult worship?

So where exactly is Lord Pa Ying ‘wandering’ now?

Ah, now is not the time to consider these things!”

Murphy tossed the Blood Crystal Stone into his knapsack and stepped out of Lady Rennesia’s tent, looking up at The Creation of the Star Realm glowing with a purple hue and indulging in a whirlwind of thoughts.

The threat from Westerburg had been confirmed, which means what follows is to immediately commence the search and accommodation of refugees there.

The stubborn Highlanders would most likely not leave their forests, but the people roaming the Westerly Territory must be relocated to Count Cadman’s Domain at once, to keep them away from any danger that may erupt from Westerburg and to involve them in the reconstruction of Crimson Castle.

It’s a win-win situation.

Considering that my little gamers have been idle for almost a week since the great Jackal and Wolf Hunting, how can such languor be allowed?

Therefore, they must be given something to do; tasks like moving bricks, tilling fields, and farming are out of the question, but inspecting refugees—this small affair can be left to them.

Should I also set up a point pool this time?

—

“Snap”

The stationary Blood Crystal Stone was placed by Lord Pa Ying on a stone table etched with marks of many years.

The Uncrowned King of Vampires calmly stared at the one sitting across from him, wrapped in grey and white strips and clad in a Moon Priest’s Ritual Robe.

He said in a deep voice:

“You heard it, this is the report from the front lines of Transylvania!

High Priest Bayek, can you still claim your Moon Holy City’s knowledge of death has not leaked?”

Faced with Lord Pa Ying’s interrogation, the High Priest before him remained silent.

Naturally, with the wrappings that made him look like a mummy, even covering his eyes, one might doubt the current state of his body and mind.

So he used the vibrations of Spiritual Energy to give his response, and it seemed to greatly satisfy Lord Pa Ying who had come for an “inquisition.”

The Vampire Artist promptly rose to his feet and said to the “mummy” before him:

“Good, just as you said, an elite investigative group of Moon Priests must set off within seven days, first heading to the Blood Covenant Knight Group’s defensive line at Wasteland Mountain, then from there, make their way to Transylvania.

The undead legion beneath Ruins of West Coker City is your responsibility.

You must deal with them before the Black Disaster strikes!

Or, as little Mo Fei whimsically suggests, turn those awakened Dead into a Strength we can wield.”

“Sigh…”

A long sigh laden with decay emanated from beneath the distinctive garb of High Priest Bayek; he nodded his head as he watched Lord Pa Ying leave the deathly Moonlit secret chamber.

As a true Moon Priest, Lord Bayek was not overly concerned with Black Disaster, for it heralded mass death, which he saw as a blessing, a matter of balance for all things.

He tapped lightly on the stone table.

Suddenly, a Song Sea girl clad in a matching Ritual Robe hurried into the secret chamber, bending forward in front of the High Priest in a disciple’s posture, awaiting commands.

The cold vibrations of Spiritual Energy surprised the Song Sea girl, causing her to look up in astonishment as she exclaimed:

“Leave the Holy City for the Continent?

No, Tutor, I am trying to complete my report, and the improved trial Art System for safely summoning Hades’s Cerberus is in its final step.

That’s my thesis project!”

“Thud”

The mummy’s finger tapped the stone table with a bit more force.

This signified an order that could not be contravened, leaving the girl to reluctantly but inevitably depart, filled with silent lament.

She was one of High Priest Bayek’s most outstanding disciples, with a once-in-a-century Talent in the rituals of death and knowledge of Hades, perfectly suited to handle the trouble in West Coker.

At the same time, to investigate how the secrets of the deathly Moonlit had leaked into the hands of apocalyptic cultists?

Had that twilight shadow already descended silently within the Empire’s vast sands amidst the Protection of the glorious Fierce Sun and the deathly Moonlit?

Alas, such imaginable Chaos it was.