My Players Are So Fierce

The most dangerous thing is that all of its attacks carry soul true damage. Once you’re hit and turned weak by it, your soul can easily leave your body and be sent to the road of the dead, which, in the words of players, means this creature has an ‘instant death’ attribute.

However, apart from the Origin Land, you basically won’t encounter this thing in other parts of the continent.

They are high-level symbols of the Netherworld Will.

It is said that the Three-headed Dogs are responsible for punishing those sinners on both sides of the road of the dead. They won’t harm the virtuous and heroes, but all sinners will have their left legs bitten off and can only painfully crawl on the road of the dead to reach the gates of the Netherworld.”

“Hey, Sanchez, quiet down! Don’t embarrass me in front of new friends.”

Nifytelli waved at her summoned partner, the mighty Three-headed Dog, which let out a coughing laugh, seemingly mocking the mummy girl’s awkward posture, but it still lowered its left head, allowing Nifytelli to step onto its head.

The other two heads were respectively staring at Murphy and Triss.

The eyes looking at Murphy were filled with confusion, probably unable to determine whether Murphy was a good guy or a villain, but the head looking at Triss growled lowly without hesitation and continuously bared its teeth.

Obviously, in the eyes of the Three-headed Dog Sanchez, Triss was a soul full of sin, deserving to have her left leg bitten off.

“See! I told you, I was once a terrible villain.”

Triss wasn’t afraid of this puppy; as she took off, she said to Murphy:

“So you’d better not stay so close to me, in case one day I revert to my old ways, and you’ll be heartbroken.”

“However, who doesn’t know that a pretty, enchanting, and reformed female villain is the most fascinating?”

Murphy also flapped his wings and took off.

He didn’t mind Triss’s self-deprecation, instead waiting for Nifytelli to use her secret technique to dispel the undead in the city. However, the mummy girl didn’t have any secret techniques.

Her secret technique was her mighty big dog!

“Run! Run! Sanchez.”

In Nifytelli’s topsy-turvy call, the black Three-headed Dog roared, spewing black smoke, and galloped forward towards the city of Westerburg.

As the judger beast of the Netherworld, the Three-headed Dog has a strong suppressing and dispelling power against all inferior undead; it doesn’t even need to attack actively. Merely running in the undead-filled area of Westerburg was enough to scare those awakened undead back into their nests.

As if in front of the Three-headed Dog, the undead’s fear was revived again, even more vividly frightening than in life.

“Look, this is the means of the priests of the Death Moon Sect.”

Flying behind the galloping Three-headed Dog, in Nifytelli’s ‘truly heartless’ laughter, Triss educated Murphy:

“Originating from the orthodox heritage of the Netherworld, they stand almost invincible against undead creatures. Any fool attempting to attack them in this field will only meet a fate of being backfired by death.

Nifytelli is just a Mummy Priest. If she could become a Mummy Lord, then Sanchez wouldn’t need to be here; she could contend with and restrain most of the undead in this city alone.

And if it were Priest Chief Bayek here, perhaps just a talisman would instantly reclaim control of Westerburg.

Unfortunately, as the absolute representative of the Netherworld in the material world, Priest Chief Bayek cannot leave the Origin Land, and the same applies to the High Priest of the Brilliant Sun, who cannot leave the endless desert sands.

It is said that this is a tradition formed after the Sanghai People under the creator’s guidance signed a faith pact with the Death Moon and the Brilliant Sun.”

Murphy remained silent, not answering.

Nearly ten minutes later, as the Three-headed Dog carried Nifytelli close to the decaying and brutal Westerburg Castle, Murphy finally asked in a low voice:

“So, Origin… back when Luna was with you in the Moon Holy City, how much did she learn?”

Triss bit her lip.

Murphy finally dropped the act…

He knew everything; even the relationship between her and Luna couldn’t be hidden from him. But this also represented Murphy’s particular stance, and Triss knew she could no longer hide the truth.

After a moment of hesitation, she said hoarsely:

“I thought the child hadn’t learned much. She wasn’t the type who could settle down and study back then. I’m sure that when I took her away from there, she had just begun to learn about death knowledge. As for why ‘Origin’ would grasp so many forbidden arts…

I guess it must have been after I was harmed by Salockdale. She faked her death to escape and returned to the Origin Land.

I fell into hardship for over a hundred years.

With Luna’s aptitude, that time would have been enough for her to become a master of death knowledge.

But the problem is that the path we took sneaking into the Moon Holy City back then must have been blocked by Priest Chief Bayek long ago. I also don’t know how Luna got in again and disguised herself.

Perhaps she discovered a new path…”

“Be bold!”

Murphy stared at Nifytelli and the Three-headed Dog, he said:

“There is a traitor in the Moon Holy City!

And they hold a high enough position to shelter Luna while she learns forbidden arts. Even more terrifying, a part of the Death Moon Sect has already joined the Dusk, just like the Dusk is quietly spreading in the shadow of the Circle Tower.

That’s also why, as soon as Lord Pa Ying spoke, Priest Chief Bayek immediately sent his proud disciple across the sea.

He also guessed this truth.

Now the Dusk has pushed the Black Disaster into shape, and the continent is about to fall into chaos. The isolated Origin Land and the Sanghai Empire won’t remain peaceful for long either.

Triss, I know Luna’s surname.

I know she’s a kinsman of the Elf King. Who exactly is she? And how did she become your offspring?”

“Her background is very complicated. Until Luna was killed to protect me by Salockdale right before my eyes, I didn’t quite know her true origins.”

Triss said in a painful tone:

“She does share the same surname as the Elf King, but she isn’t a true royal member. In fact, Luna is a half-elf; she has half-human blood.

But she couldn’t even tell whether her mother or father was the human, nor did she know where her elven blood came from. Luna was much like Adel; she resisted her elven bloodline very much. At least when she was with me, she never actively explored her origins.

Do you remember I told you that I once went to the Elfin King Court to attempt to obtain their Holy Grail?”

“Of course, I remember all your cute failures deeply.”

Murphy whispered:

“So when you were chased across half of the continent by the Moon Elf Priestess, the Great Druid, and the Ranger General, it wasn’t just because you coveted their holy object?”

“Well, I did steal the Holy Grail; I was pretty powerful back in the day!”

Triss stubbornly emphasized:

“But when I was leaving, an unexpected branch grew. In some hidden place in the Elfin King Court, I found Luna imprisoned there. The poor child was thin and frail, and the elves didn’t care about her at all.

I…

You know I occasionally overflow with compassion, so…”

“So, just like when you picked me up, you picked her up too.”

Murphy sighed and said:

“Triss, you really should reflect on your habit of picking up stray things.”