My Players Are So Fierce

“A conflict from a thousand years ago was a tragedy triggered by accident, noble Serpent.

I am not qualified to ask for your forgiveness, but if I can enter the exhibition and find the memories, if it is confirmed that all of this is related to your father, Vick Fatuo Phisonoratu, I promise, I will do my utmost to save my brother from those years.

If possible, I will surely bring him back here to meet you.

By then, if you are still determined for revenge, then I will give you a chance to challenge me.

But not now.

I cannot stop fighting nor can I stop moving forward.”

Although the Lord uttered the words with his mouth, perhaps it was the secret technique of the Blood Covenant Clan that made his intentions echo in the heart of the Serpent Lord Oru, allowing the serpent to understand Pa Ying’s meaning.

It roared.

It seemed not to believe the promise of this rogue vampire, but the mention of its “father” made Oru hesitate.

A few seconds later, its eyes, like agate, looked towards Murphy.

The current curator nodded at Oru, making a gesture of witness and vow, signifying himself as the witness to this promise.

At this moment, more serpents were appearing faintly.

Oru’s anger was sensed by them, and now their clan consisted only of these individuals, so Oru’s hatred was also the hatred of the serpents.

If a fight started here, no matter how powerful the Lord is, facing the siege of seven adult legendary serpents, it would be impossible to escape unscathed.

Murphy had already called the second assistant responsible for the security of the forbidden area, ready to initiate force to stop the conflict, but Oru was surprisingly calm, probably seeing Little Cardinna and her two newly hatched companions mingling among the serpents, excitedly and curiously letting out childish roars.

The three cubs took it as an entertaining game, unable to comprehend what hatred meant.

Oru roared a few times, and at last, casting a fierce glance at Lord Pa Ying, it turned and pushed through the mire with its clan, disappearing from the vampires’ sight.

“It seems another blood debt must be added to my account.”

Lord Pa Ying shook his head.

He made no further comment on the matter, and Murphy and Triss exchanged a glance, accompanying the Lord into the exhibition.

After a set of authentication and visitor rights processes, they arrived at the underground biological chamber.

“Begin.”

Lord Pa Ying looked at the biological chamber in front of him.

There wasn’t much surprise in his eyes.

In those chaotic flashback scenes, he had seen similar facilities, familiar with these kinds of things in the previous era, and even vaguely remembered their usage procedures.

He took off his cloak, removed his top, standing in just a crimson pair of boxers in front of the silently activated biological chamber, summoning with some secret technique the Blood Covenant Token: The Fragment of Arrogance he always carried and handed it to Murphy, then activated it via Triss according to the previous authentication process.

The Lord allowed himself to be covered by the transparent biological fluid, with no resistance against the sleeping force it transmitted, letting himself enter deep slumber.

Murphy turned back and exchanged a glance with Triss.

The Crimson Witch tapped the screen, activating the “Candidate Certification.”

Almost at the same moment, Murphy’s head ached, and just like the resonance scene when Lady Shani browsed ancient memories earlier, he was drawn into some ancient memory tangled with the memories of Salockdale and Lord Pa Ying.

Luckily, this time there were no embarrassing amorous scenes.

Still within that simple, futuristic technological realm, but this time, only Salockdale and Pa Ying were conversing, seemingly in a studio-like place.

Salockdale, clad in a tight-fitting navigator’s uniform, held a helmet in his hands, while beside him, Lord Pa Ying was completing his artwork in an artist’s position, wearing a pumpkin hat on his head.

“I’m about to leave for the Swamp Forbidden Area to bring back Fatu, his term as curator there has ended, that sissy might cry, you know, he is the most compassionate among us.”

Salockdale complained with some helplessness:

“Besides, I know that when he returns this time, he will certainly want to advance his original ‘Perfect Race’ project, but last time Lily, used as an experimental subject, almost had a problem, and that was a cloned body made with your blood!

You bear guardian responsibility over Lily, don’t you have any opinion?”

“Fatu is our elder brother, Salockdale, I don’t have the authority to veto his proposal.

Besides, Fatu also has the future of the blood race in mind.”

The youthful Lord Pa Ying had a gentle disposition; he continued his painting as he spoke:

“Moreover, you know that more radical plans than Fatu’s have been approved in Eden District; they have already created two generations of Wolf People and are planning to develop the third ultimate form, and those folks even gave it a very aggressive nickname ‘Khan’.

It’s insane.

By comparison, Fatu’s plan is much milder.”

“But you are a member of the Eden Management Committee, Pa Ying, you can read files that we are not qualified to read.

I presume you understand the risks involved.”

Salockdale said softly:

“I’m not trying to constrain Fatu.

My point is that perhaps, you should advocate in the committee to completely prohibit these increasingly outrageous biological experiments.

Some companions in Eden District have ambitions that are too extravagant, attempting to become creators and enjoying it.

This is not the Eden District’s creation plan!

The creator left the life greenhouse to us not for some among us to attempt ‘godhood’!”

“I understand.”

Pa Ying reluctantly laid down the brush, turned back to look at his brother, and said:

“A similar proposal is already in process, but it is not the most pressing matter in Eden District at present.

Some unsettling echoes have emerged over the ‘Old Gods’ Prison.’ I am currently tasked with tracking a being called the ‘Lord of Darkness,’ making a significant fuss and attempting to break through the creator’s prison.

I need to finish that task first.

Moreover, I need to tell you a secret.

Just a few days ago, the committee successfully deciphered a secret plan left by the creator a long time ago.

It is called the ‘Administrator Project.’

It was a means the creator prepared to prevent problems during the planet’s revival, having set some secret warehouses worldwide for this project.

The committee considers it a massive waste of resources to let the supplies in those secret warehouses remain untouched, so they decided to seek out and activate those warehouses.

This concerns me, Salockdale.

I need you to keep an eye on this matter when you’re out.

If the creator thought this project necessary, then those of us who were saved from the ‘Great Extinction’ should uphold his thought process rather than decide on his behalf.”

“What are you going to do?”

“We cannot stop those ambitious people in the committee, but we can secretly protect the creator’s blueprint, taking the items from those warehouses and storing them in a place only we know.

That way, if in the future the Administrator Project is indeed initiated, the chosen one entrusted with the heavy responsibility and duties will not have to save the world barehanded.

I already picked a place, I call it…

the Land of Holy Blood!”