My Players Are So Fierce

970: 329.

Wow, Subspace Correction Fist, here I come!

– Additional update [5/15]_3

970: 329.

Wow, Subspace Correction Fist, here I come!

– Additional update [5/15]_3

Another piece of good news was that after the battle, Murphy’s Graveblade Guardsman’s swordsmanship finally reached “Master Level,” the first of his advanced swordsmanship skills to do so, which was enough to satisfy and make Murphy proud.

The young lady descended from the sky, flapping her wings.

She looked at the camp that seemed to have been bombed, as well as the Blood Servants who had died miserably, caught in the aftermath of Murphy’s battle with the Chaos Swordsmen.

These wretched creatures, with no chance to flee, had succumbed to their deaths under the dual torment of Chaos Spiritual Energy and Purify Psychic Power.

They died horribly, like water bladders bursting in the middle, scattering reds and whites all over the ground.

“Don’t ask!”

Seeing the young lady come over, Murphy murmured with his head down:

“I won’t tell you the answer, so don’t waste your time with questions.

Hurry up and clean this place; I feel my little players are coming soon.

I can’t let them see me in such a wretched state.”

“Wretched?”

Phemys widened her eyes and stepped forward to support the depleted Murphy, whispering:

“You’ve defeated these dangerous Chaos Samurai almost unscathed, facing four by yourself.

From every angle, this is a brilliant victory, okay?”

“That’s your perspective, not theirs.”

Murphy shook his head and propped himself up with his staff sword as he examined the remains of the four Chaos Samurai.

Even though they had been thoroughly killed, their decomposed bodies were still constantly emanating a murky aura, assaulting the minds of both Murphy and the young lady, like active Chaos pollution sources entering the Material World just to spread madness and decay.

The most dangerous part of combating these creatures was not the clash of strength, but the constant Mental Shock they had to endure, and failing to endure it even for a moment risked a mental breakdown.

It could be said each was an Elite unit with its own “Aura of Fear.”

“This armor of these creatures…”

Phemys bit her lip and said:

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

“Wait a moment.”

Murphy crouched down and reached out to touch the murky corpse, contaminated as if with “mud,” at his feet; Item Identification activated, and an information tag popped up:

Name: Original Sin·Pallor Ash

Rank: Level 30·Body of Silver·Chaos Elite

Occupation: Level 20 Fallen Gray Knight/Level 15 Hand of Shadow/Heretic·Subspace Supplicant

Assessment: Extremely dangerous·Can be purified

Quest Description:

[Garbled…

The weeping of Original Sin resounds through the black skies; the wrong Era must be corrected…

Garbled…

I see you!

Minion of the creator!

You will not…

Garbled…

Die!]

“Bang”

Murphy’s body was as if struck by an invisible punch.

He flipped over onto the ground with a nosebleed and was caught in Phemys’s arms as the Vampire Lord bled from nose, mouth, and ears, clutching his burned eyes.

On the semi-transparent character interface before his eyes, a glaring prompt tumbled around:

[Subspace Shadow “Original Sin” is watching!

Spirit check failed!

Chaos consciousness intrusion…

Antivirus program Omega launching!

Self-purification mode activated!]

“Take me…

back!”

Murphy felt as if his consciousness had separated from his body at that moment.

He thought he saw a dark Star Ring open a bloodshot, frenzied Eye before him, and he felt as though he would melt under the gaze of these mad eyes.

But another force from the starry sky was protecting him, tugging at him to not drift away from the Material World.

That might be the source of Omega’s power, somewhere within the Star Sea.

In the struggle between the forces of Chaos and purification, holding onto Phemys’s wrist with the last of his clarity, Murphy croaked:

“Leave this place!

Tell Natalie…

these swordsmen are Grey Knights of the Old Education!

Have her…

bring people to handle this!

Don’t tell…

Cui Si!

I’ll sleep for a while…

Just a while…”

“Murphy!

Murphy!”

Phemys called Murphy’s name, but he tilted his head and fell into a coma; the little players had already left the range of the maze spell and were heading this way.

The young lady had no time for further arrangements.

She mobilized her Psychic Powers to wrap up the four corrupted corpses on the ground and then swept Murphy away into the night.

Almost the moment they left, Wumeioge and Stick Brother arrived at the desolate campsite, with Wumeioge looking around in shock at the chaos that seemed swept by a fierce level-eight hurricane.

But then, Wumeioge saw the Greatsword left in place by the Chaos Knight, which gleamed with a grayish-black light that clearly signified no ordinary weapon.

Excited, he moved forward, wanting to pull out this formidable object.

But the moment his fingertips touched it, a black light flickered before his eyes and suddenly, he found himself sitting up in bed in his apartment.

The cold prompt in his gaming headset read:

[You’ve touched a piece of Subspace heresy without any protection.

You were invaded by the power of the Subspace Shadow “Original Sin.”

You are dead.

Resurrection countdown: 71H59M.]

“Fuck!

This is bullshit!”

A sudden death had Wumeioge enraged, his eyes wide with fury as he jumped up, took out his phone, and made a call to Stick Brother, shouting:

“Don’t touch those swords; they are Subspace heretical objects.

Touching them means death.”

“No shit!

Who would touch that thing when it clearly looks dodgy, only you would be impatient, and I couldn’t even stop you before I saw you ‘explode’ right before my eyes.”

Stick Brother retorted from the other end:

“Don’t worry, I’ve got your gear and Treasure Bead, see you in three days.”

“Fuck!”