My Players Are So Fierce

“Searching for and bringing back the creator’s legacy is a mission inherent to every Sanghai person. We believe that by bringing those legacies lost all over the world back to the sacred land, the creator can restart His great transformation of the world!

It will be a perfect era where everyone can live happily, life and death will be in balance, and light and darkness will each perform their duties.

Yes!

The reason this world has become so chaotic now is that the great blueprint of the creator was interfered with by the evil gods of subspace!

Our ancestors, the people of Sanghai, witnessed the day when paradise collapsed!

You cannot selfishly use the legacy of the creator for human slaughter; that is a terrifying fall and desecration.”

“I believe your legends are more real than other world creation legends circulated on the continent. If I get the chance, I will certainly visit the Origin Land.”

Murphy held down the agitated Nifytelli and said seriously:

“But the creator’s blueprint has been destroyed; it can no longer be restarted. Eden has already fallen. Whether you wish to accept it or not, after a thousand years, it’s time to wake up.

Nifytelli!

Remember your mission. Priest Chief Bayek sent you to Transylvania to help the continent through its crisis. The quest for miraculous creations can be discussed later.

Are you awake now?”

The Vampire Governor used the Desire Ability to roughly calm Nifytelli’s emotions amidst her chaotic thoughts, like plucking at heartstrings. For an undead being, such intense emotional release is abnormal and unhealthy.

Nifytelli, quiet now, shook her head vigorously and then covered her face, saying:

“I must… I must quickly return to the Moon Holy City to calibrate my undead mind. I’m sorry, both of you, for making you laugh. My condition is worsening, and I feel I’m about to lose control soon.”

“Then fix the troubles in Westerburg before you lose control.”

Triss reminded from the side:

“The local landlord already knows we’re here. Look, the desolate city has become ‘lively’.”

Murphy and Nifytelli looked back, and sure enough, deep within the corridor past the city gate of Westerburg, half-bombarded by heavy artillery, a group of limb-missing undead emerged from hiding.

Blue-green spiritual fire burned in their eye sockets, revealing a sense of ominous unease.

“Don’t draw your weapon!”

Murphy wanted to draw his sword but was stopped by Nifytelli. The mummy girl, having regained her mind, quickly transformed from a madcap posture into a coherent and dignified true death priest.

She signaled Triss and Murphy to step back, then took a pouch from her waist and scattered the materials inside it, encircling herself like ashes caught in the wind. As Nifytelli made rotations akin to a bizarre dance, an unusual low tone emanated, and a black Netherworld summoning ritual appeared at her feet.

“The true Netherworld War Dance… truly authentic, haven’t seen it for many years.”

Triss watched Nifytelli, whose strange yet aesthetically and majestically appealing posture transformed, and quietly introduced to Murphy:

“This is a secret of the Moon Holy City. Many have seen it, but only a few have lived to tell. Moon priests only use such techniques during high-level summoning. Legend has it that this dance was presented by the first-generation moon priest in gratitude to the Netherworld God after acquiring knowledge.

The movements carry potent Netherworld majesty.

Unfortunately, only those who walk the death moon can perfectly master such a dance.”

“Hmm, it’s a dance full of passion and strength, blending feminine grace with the will of death.”

Murphy whispered:

“Didn’t you secretly learn it at the sacred land? Can you dance it?”

“Yes, the war dance itself isn’t hard to learn, but I just said, only the walkers of the death moon… wait! What are you planning?”

Triss suddenly realized the strange intention behind Murphy’s words. She frowned and pinched Murphy hard on the waist; this little guy was getting increasingly disrespectful towards her.

“Ouch!”

In the midst of a low growling roar, the colossal and menacing Netherworld Cerberus was summoned by Nifytelli into the material world.

This genuine legendary creature, upon appearing, immediately made Murphy and Triss feel the intense erosion of Netherworld aura. Around the giant beast, a substantial death aura seemed to form, representing the majesty of power like a fear aura.

Though called a three-headed dog, its body structure is closer to that of a tiger or lion.

It is covered in black scale armor, with four robust legs and sharp claws gripping the ground, a devilish slender inverted-triangle tail, and three fairly long necks extending from its collar, each with a large head that separates like snakes and bites each other.

Just playing really.

But the Cerberus’s claws, necks, and teeth are encased in a ring of blue spiritual fire, and each time it breathes, scorching air akin to volcanic smoke is expelled from its six nostrils.

Despite its flashy entrance, it did not escape Triss’s eye. She quietly said:

“This is a puppy, no wonder Nifytelli could summon it so effortlessly. It probably stems from Priest Chief Bayek’s heritage. I remember that old priest had a real three-headed dog partner as a Netherworld guardian.

Back then, when I was fleeing in the desert, I almost got bitten to death by that Cerberus.

This creature is much harder to deal with than a Ningkinanka. They can directly lock onto souls and their attack and destruction ability ranks among the higher in legendary creatures.