My Players Are So Fierce

968: 329.

Whoa, Subspace Correction Fist, here it comes!

– Added more【5/15】

968: 329.

Whoa, Subspace Correction Fist, here it comes!

– Added more【5/15】

(Added update [5/5] for “starsfalling” brother)

Murphy didn’t mean to eavesdrop on the kind of family talk a mother and daughter might have during their reunion, but alas, Mrs.

Cecilia’s spirit seemed far from normal.

Her consciousness had long been made incoherent due to the erosion from the Subspace, and the minor truths she uttered under the influence of Phemys’s words were enough for Murphy to piece together an “answer” in his mind.

Regrettably, this answer didn’t explain everything.

Instead, it filled Murphy’s heart with new questions.

In summary, the question was, why Cui Si?

Why was Dusk’s target in Transylvania a drunken waste of a mother who had been fallen for over a hundred years?

What other secrets did Cui Si hold?

What had she done in her claimed tumultuous past to make Dusk chase her like a wild dog after a bone incessantly?

Ah, it was such a headache.

Murphy thought to himself that he had just casually ended up with a girlfriend in a Different World, only to find her background so daunting that it inspired fear.

“Murphy?”

Phemys, still standing inside the Protection spell, looked at the Vampire Lord in surprise and exclaimed,

“Have you been following me all this time?”

“If your eyes are of no use, you might as well donate them to those in need, Miss.”

As Murphy watched the four Greatsword Guardians gradually surrounding him, he sighed and said,

“Isn’t it obvious?

How could I allow my own people to carelessly walk into danger, especially at a time when the shadow of Dusk is already looming over us?

Being extra vigilant is a Necessary Evil.

The fact proves that my coming here was the right move.

Leave this place!

Go help at the caravan.

I’ve got this covered.”

“Are you up to it?”

Phemys glanced at the four mysterious Greatsword Guardians wrapped in Corrupt Energy.

The pressure emanating from these four made her, a Silver Grade Psychic Master, rather nervous.

Murphy was just a Black Iron Rank Swordsman and Summoner.

Even if he was capable, there must be a limit, right?

“Under normal circumstances, faced with this situation, I would surrender and secretly contact Cui Si, Xiani, and Lord Pa Ying to come to the rescue.

Fortunately, this is not a normal situation…

She really should have sent a few ordinary Silver Samurai to take you away, instead of showing off her so-called ‘Blessings of Subspace’ to me.”

Murphy curled his lips, glancing at the prompt message jumping on the character interface.

Streaks of blinding white light extended like strange arcs from either side of his crimson eyes, that familiar purifying power filled his body, bringing unbearable agony and excruciating pain.

But with the rising pain came an overwhelming “strength to win.”

[Detection of Subspace Chaos Psychic Entity!

Contamination level: low; Purification probability: high!

Antivirus program ‘Omega’ invocation begins!

Purification process, start!]

The familiar prompt brought a familiar sensation, like a dream back to the desperate situation in the Blood Eagle Corridor.

Under Phemys’s dumbfounded gaze, layers of white light nearly enveloped Murphy whole amidst his suppressed cries of pain.

The four Subspace Power entities that were closing in also seemed shocked by this unique power.

Instead of advancing relentlessly to spread the “blessings” of the Subspace, they began to retreat, unable to withstand the pressure.

In that moment, Murphy seemed to become “light” itself!

But reacting most violently wasn’t Murphy or the four Greatsword Guardians, it was the saber in the hands of the Vampire Lord.

Necessary Evil felt it had been cursed with the worst luck!

It had already submitted to Murphy, and had been well-behaved for some time.

So why did it have to endure the pain of such heart-wrenching purification again?!

“Get lost!

You useless thing.”

Murphy’s pained roar echoed as the lamenting Necessary Evil was thrown aside, flying towards Phemys like an unleashed wild dog escaping a trap, howling pitifully.

It even “hid” behind Phemys, looking terrified.

Amidst the enveloping purifying light, Murphy bent down, backwards gripped the handle of the saber “Animal Instinct Hidden Deep,” and drew the sword in the most standard stance of the Midnight Assassin, charging like a streak of light into the center of the four Chaos Swordsmen.

Then, in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it movement, he pounced behind one of them.

The blade, wrapped in purifying psychic power, pierced through.

This move should have been unremarkable.

However, as soon as the white-glowing blade entered the body of a Chaos Swordsman, it caused an explosion.

The instant the Chaos and Purifying Psychic Energies touched, it was like a missile detonating.

The resulting shockwave engulfed half the camp.

The rising gusts combined into a ferocious wind, so powerful it even shook Miss’s Protection spell, forcing her to withdraw her defenses and rapidly retreat a hundred meters away.

From this distance, she could only see the white light representing Murphy flickering amid the filthy wind, the four Chaos Swordsmen, far stronger than he, being beaten mercilessly in this unique “exploding seed” state.

“No wonder this guy was able to ‘resurrect with full health’ after being critically injured by my father in the Blood Eagle Corridor.

So, Murphy also has this unique power!”

The Miss seemed to see through everything.

But even more questions filled her little head immediately after.

Where did this purifying psychic power that wasn’t supposed to belong to vampires come from in Murphy?

Could it be a special Talent endowed by those mysterious Subspace creatures while he learned the ‘Otherworldly Spirit Summoning Skill’ from the Subspace knowledge?