My Players Are So Fierce

1661: 556.

My Murphy’s creed is to make a dazzling entrance like a hero!_3

1661: 556.

My Murphy’s creed is to make a dazzling entrance like a hero!_3

Once they take the slate away, this ongoing desecration ritual will completely fail.

“No!

I won’t allow it!

Dusk won’t allow it either!

Put it down!”

The Goat Man Priest became furious.

It grabbed a tattered black leather grimoire from the filthy darkness surrounding it.

With bloodied claws placed on the grimoire, and the other claw, already beginning to fester due to the backlash from forbidden magic, raised, it shouted in the Goat Man’s language:

“Prohibit flying!

Prohibit moving!”

“Bang”

Triss, casting spells mid-air, immediately felt her wings become paralyzed.

Quick to react, she cast a levitation spell on herself, then followed it with a counter-spell targeting the desecrating priest, forcefully interrupting the chant of his third decree.

The instant loss of control over Spiritual Energy caused it to howl in pain, spraying blood all over.

But the second decree had already taken effect, and Hog, Mo Ni Qiong, and the Scorpion Lion were trapped in place, entirely unable to move due to its force, watching helplessly as several frenzied heretics charged at them.

“It’s over, guess I have to quit the internet for three days now.”

Seeing the opponent raise the foul axe, Little Brother Fu closed his eyes in despair, and beside him, Hog gritted his teeth.

“Hold on!

Warriors, the grand plan cannot fail here!”

Just as despair hit, with a gentle yet firm voice echoing, akin to a classic storyline NPC heroically arriving at the most needed crisis moment, a blinding white light suddenly burst from behind Mo Ni Qiong, as he rejoiced wildly.

In this vile Fallen Land, there was no need for His Excellency Alpha to summon explicitly; the Omega Program designed to eliminate Subspace Power had already activated.

Under Murphy’s painful groans, the white purification aura swept through like an explosive halo past the dilapidated chapel, and those heretics about to execute Little Brother Fu and Hog fell screaming as if thrown into a sulfur pit.

Wherever the purification aura touched, all summoned Subspace echoes were completely dispelled.

When the aura enveloped Palano, the Rose Knight, who was fighting hard against the evil god fetus Baphomet in his mental world, let out a piercing scream, his body trembled as if shocked, but the good news was, the Nightmare Tyrant yet to be truly born in this era also feared the power of purification.

It let out a weak roar in the nightmare, like putting down harsh words before disappearing with a swoosh, even retracting the nightmare domain it had spread all at once to avoid second harm.

The most miserable scene was naturally from that Goat Man desecrator priest.

The moment it was touched by the purifying light ring from Omega, it began to “dissolve.”

As the King of Bone Biting said, it was a true “Fallen One,” having been in contact with Subspace Power for too long and too much, leaving only a Goat Man shell while its inner self had long been transformed into filth unrelated to this world.

Like wood soaked in oil, starting to blaze wildly upon encountering a spark.

It screamed miserably.

Wrapped in Omega’s white light, like a sorcerer subjected to a fire trial, it frantically ran, waving its limbs in a futile attempt to extinguish the flames engulfing its body.

But it could not.

Murphy had never seen the purification energy from the activated Omega Program be so aggressive as tonight, seeming to even despise this lunatic who abandoned life’s dignity and actively pursued darkness.

It not only sought to exterminate but also to torment, judge, and destroy.

“Puff”

Amidst the horrific screams akin to being flayed of the fallen one, a Golden Dragon Spear shot through the chest, carrying the burning evil up into the air, with a bang as it got impaled on the chapel’s wall, the force strong enough to cover the front wall with web-like cracks instantly.

Yet, this scene’s composition had a sense of martyrdom, prompting Murphy to quickly capture it as “development material” for future use.

That fallen one wasn’t dead yet.

Like a sand sculpture destroyed, gray-white debris fell from its body, yet amid the burning white fire, it refrained from cursing Palano and instead stared intently at Murphy, who had ignited the white fire, with its most piercing voice yelling:

“Creator’s dog!

You…

help the wicked!

You will die a horrible death!”

Murphy couldn’t be bothered with it, simply watching calmly as the “heretic’s fire trial” unfolded, seeing it burn to death until no remains were left, even its soul embraced by Subspace getting thoroughly incinerated.

The tattered black leather grimoire fell, landing right at Murphy’s feet.

Due to the pain inflicted by the Omega Program’s release, Governor couldn’t maintain his handsome composure at this moment, baring his teeth, but indeed besides Triss, he was the only one still standing.

“It hurts so much.”

Governor grumbled a bit, relaxed only when seeing Triss land beside him, and while Blood Vulture Duke supported him, continued to complain:

“You two Golden Ones couldn’t even take down a fallen priest?

Was I expecting too much from you?

Or are you actually substandard among Golden Ones?

If I hadn’t brought George along to follow me, were you really planning to fail so miserably here?”

“Shut up, do you think everyone can ignore Subspace corruption like you, even counteracting that fallen power like you, a freak vampire?”

Triss supported Murphy, her wing roots still slightly numb, complaining:

“These Fallen Ones in the polluted land get their power enhanced, and the Subspace shadows they venerate give too generously in terms of power.

Even Palano couldn’t entirely resist the Spiritual corrosion from Subspace, which already indicates a problem.

Using your words, the chaotic attacks from Subspace ignore defenses, being true damage, and before genuine fallen ones, mere differences in power levels aren’t decisive for victory.

I originally wanted to capture that Goat Man, but you burned it.

Never mind, burning is fine too.

To avoid trouble later, these guys are genuinely irritating, even impossible to interrogate.

Any contact with language risks corruption, better to just kill each one upon sight for convenience.”

“Got the slate, Sir Murphy!”

Escaping death narrowly, Mo Ni Qiong wiped sweat vigorously, presenting the irregular Civilization Slate with both hands in front of Murphy, who weakly yet satisfactorily nodded as Vampire Governor.

Yet, he didn’t take the slate but turned to look at Hog, who bowed his head beside him.

He said:

“A better time never than now, His Excellency Felix, let’s discuss here in front of the Civilization Slate you long for.

I truly have many questions I’d like answered from you.”

Ps:

Brothers, today it’s 3+25, but hold off on voting; there’s a double monthly ticket event this month, I’ll inform you at the end of the month!