My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2521 -841: There Truly Isn’t a Single Good Egg Left Alive on This Calamity-Ridden Continent

A message had already been sent to Transylvania a few hours ago.

Captain Paula is personally piloting two airships from Crimson Castle, heading this way. At the speed of the airships, they’ll arrive nearby by tomorrow morning at the latest and then begin the tense treasure transportation work.

Murphy needs the weaponry and equipment from the ruins to be sent to the Maginot Line, thus safeguarding the victory he is determined to achieve.

But when Handsome Murphy returned to the ruins, he was astonished to find that the conversation between Triss and General Filoseer still hadn’t ended. How long had it been, and the two women were still talking?

Good grief!

Could they really have gone to duel?

Driven by this strange thought, Murphy returned to the underground arsenal, removed the power armor, and quickly headed to the area where Triss was located. Bonnie led the way, but along the way, she hesitated to speak, which greatly puzzled Murphy. Finally, after circumventing an edge corridor, Handsome Murphy took the initiative to ask:

“What’s wrong with you today? Just say what you want to ask. Seeing you hemming and hawing makes me feel uncomfortable.”

“It’s about the R-9 base.”

Bonnie looked around, then lifted her mask to Murphy and said:

“I know you promised Lena a session of organ enhancement, and I want to request the same enhancement from you. I need strength!”

“Ah, that’s really strange.”

Murphy raised his eyebrows and said:

“You’ve been a vampire longer than Triss, and you belong to the Blood race of the Salockdale era. Shouldn’t someone as ancient as you adhere to tradition? Organ enhancement is hardly a virtue of our kind.”

“I was hurt several times during the Black Disaster, and under normal circumstances, it’s almost impossible to achieve Gold superlative law.”

Bonnie pointed to her head and said:

“I was also mentally impacted in the Crimson Corridor, causing me occasional madness, but I have pledged to protect The Grand Duke of Triss. Kudell is about to break through to Gold, so I cannot allow myself to remain at the silver tier.

I think that if I cannot complete the promotion on my own, then it’s not impossible to try using external force.

I’m even willing to become a test subject…

I asked Old Flynn imprisoned at the base, and he told me he was willing to assist me in completing this enhancement project, but it might be dangerous, and I need your permission.”

“Hmm, if it were anyone else saying this, I would believe it.”

Murphy narrowed his eyes, staring at Bonnie.

Especially her left cheek, where there was a peculiar mark that hadn’t dissipated and looked like the pattern of a small bat. He elongated his voice and asked:

“Honestly tell me, what do you want strength for?”

“Uh…”

Under Murphy’s gaze, Bonnie lowered her head, and a few seconds later, she pulled down her mask with a loud snap. It seemed this action gave her courage, and she spoke in a muffled voice, albeit somewhat guiltily:

“Yvette gave me the ultimate pleasure and then humiliated me, and I can’t swallow this! I want revenge and let her taste the power of the Blood Vulture Clan!”

“Hey, don’t pursue power for such weird reasons! Idiot.”

Murphy almost laughed in anger.

He knew Bonnie had a strange cause for suddenly seeking strength. But on careful consideration, Bonnie’s volunteering to be an experimental subject at the R-9 base might not be a bad thing.

Given that he had taken over that base and had talents like Old Flynn, with players unable to undergo such surgeries due to the lack of physical presence, enhancing members of the Blood Vulture Clan first aligned well with Murphy’s interests.

Especially for someone like Bonnie, who has lived too long and lost her drive.

Yeah, just consider it waste utilization.

With this thought, he gave Bonnie permission and watched as Triss’s most trusted guard turned to leave. He even joked about replacing Triss with a more reliable guard, then opened the shut door behind him.

Luckily, Triss and General Filoseer hadn’t fought.

However, the atmosphere inside the room was not normal, as only Triss was standing; General Filoseer was lying on the metal floor, having fallen into baby-like slumber.

“What did you do to her?”

Relieved, Murphy walked into the room, wrapped his arms around Triss’s waist, gently rested his head on her shoulder from behind, and glanced at the silver mechanical battle bow his wife was playing with.

He asked, and Triss replied expressionlessly:

“I asked her questions, she wouldn’t answer properly, so I used some methods… I browsed her memory.”

“Let me confirm, you didn’t turn the Forest Prince’s brain into a pot of pig brain soup, did you?”

Murphy asked cautiously, and Triss shook her head, sighing:

“Precisely because her identity is special, she can’t be harmed, so it took so long. Don’t worry, she wasn’t harmed, but I didn’t get more useful information, and instead gained a lot of doubts. This woman is Luna’s mother… Hmm, in a sense, that’s true.”

“I guessed it, look at these almost identical faces; my heel wouldn’t accept they have no relation.”

Murphy glanced at the Elf Ranger General snoring on the floor, certainly someone exhausted, which could explain her current awful sleeping posture.

This is hardly royal demeanor.

The vampire wrapped his arms around Triss’s waist, then clasped his hands over Triss’s flat and toned stomach, and asked in a low voice: