My Players Are So Fierce

Murphy smoothly obtained a bottle of blood stored during her lifetime from Nifytelli.

Although it had been extracted decades ago, the “preservation” effect of the Spiritual Energy was enough for Murphy to acquire a complete “Sanghainian Biological Template.”

Handing over one’s own blood to a vampire would be a difficult thing for any rational Sanghai person, but the issue was Nifytelli was an undead, indifferent to everything in the living world.

Moreover, her mind was a bit muddled.

After Murphy’s persuasive spiel, she happily agreed.

Perhaps it was also because Nifytelli saw the bravery of these foreigners, and she believed these guys would surely accomplish great things.

By then, her small clan could garner immense prestige.

Based on the survival model of the Sanghai people, as long as there was enough prestige, her parents could recruit enough new clan members from the desert travelers.

Maybe her fallen family could even reclaim the title of Oasis Pharaohs.

This could be considered a small contribution Nifytelli made for her family.

She buzzed on her cool Holy Beetle, following Murphy to the outskirts of Westerburg, just in time to see Phemys bringing along Pantsless Demon Afeng, appearing amidst the crimson.

Afeng was still a bit dazed.

He had been in the small room of the dead below the Blood Vulture Corridor, perfecting his knowledge and coursework, only to be forcibly brought here by the young lady.

“Hey!

Little Mummy, have you thought about it?

Do you want to join my Red Devil Hall?”

The young lady seemed quite familiar with Nifytelli.

Seeing the Mummy Girl’s Holy Beetle land on the ground, she loudly asked and received a rather haughty response from the Mummy Priest:

“What kind of shabby organization is that, just inviting me to join?

I’m a candidate for the Netherworld’s chosen god, okay?

What status do I have, and what status do you have?

You think I should join just because you say so?

If I agreed so easily, wouldn’t it show that I lack taste?”

“Cut the crap, just say if you’re coming or not?”

Phemys wasn’t in a good mood either.

She stepped forward, leaning on the Night Howling Staff, staring at the Mummy Girl, saying:

“You want to stay long in Transylvania, yet you don’t like to stay with the living.

I invited you out of pity for your loneliness, so don’t be ignorant of what’s good for you!

So what if you’re death’s chosen?

I have an Avalon Artifact inside me, and even when the God of Nature calls, I respond indifferently, so don’t brag about some ghostly status in front of me.”

“Joining is possible.”

Nifytelli’s ruby eyes, used as decorations, moved slightly, and she drawled:

“But how can a powerful Mummy Priest like me be subordinate to others?

It’s fine for you to be the leader, but I want to be the deputy leader!

Moreover, you have to help me build a Tower of the Dead Moon in Westerburg, which you people call a Mage Tower.

However, we have specific formal procedures over there, can’t be sloppy.

I see the Stonemason Brotherhood here is quite formidable, their Midnight Tower is impressive.

Once the Westerburg transformation ceremony is complete and this place becomes the second Sacred land, I estimate I’ll reside here permanently.

So, I want one too!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll use my personal savings to hire the old professor to draw the blueprint and then hire a construction team to build you a house, okay?”

Phemys reluctantly said:

“Now, sign a contract with me as the ‘Midnight Witch’ and officially join the Red Devil Hall!”

The young lady is striving to enhance the prestige of her Spiritual Energy organization.

This isn’t her first time recruiting powerful folks into the Red Devil Hall.

She previously tried to recruit Triss but was decisively rejected by the Spiritual Overlord.

Triss said, what status do I have, and what status do you have?

I, the dignified Crimson Witch, joining an unremarkable Spiritual Energy organization would be laughed at across the whole Continent by Psychics.

Moreover, Triss is the Blood Vulture Duke, and the young lady is Andma Earl, their statuses are laid bare, you shouldn’t really make a Duke your subordinate, right?

This would be considered a grave sin in Vampire Society.

So, the young lady went to seek Veylanther, who, eager to break into the Blood Vulture Clan’s “high-end circle,” didn’t refuse.

But she is a Gold Stage, and the young lady basically couldn’t command her, which amounted to hiring a “poster girl.”

Currently, the Red Devil Hall wants to grow stronger, and people like Julia and Nifytelli, who have backgrounds but average strength, are most suitable.

So ever since the Mummy Girl appeared, the young lady has been pursuing her to become her partner on the path of Spiritual Energy.

However, although Nifytelli’s mind was muddled, she was indeed cunning, managing to extract a Mage Tower from the young lady…

But, Phemys, could you explain what you mean by your “private savings”?

Right now, all of Transylvania is rejuvenating, it’s just the time for money, Murphy is so desperate he’s about to become the Wolf Queen Majesty’s dog to exchange for food, yet as the third-ranked figure of the Blood Vulture Clan, how can you still have private savings?

Soon, go report your private assets to the Crimson Regent properly, huh?

“Hey, this is your apprentice.”

Murphy patted the bemused Afeng on the shoulder and turned back to Nifytelli, saying:

“He was originally learning with Bella, but Bella believes her understanding of necromancy cannot sculpt such a piece of raw jade, so she also hopes to find a formidable mentor for Afeng.”

“Oh, a natural Spiritual Body!”

The Mummy Girl walked around Afeng a few times and said: