My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2548 -850: Murphy’s Strange Allegiance Received _2

“Are you sure you’re not under some kind of bewildering or stupidity spell?”

“I’m absolutely, positively, one hundred percent sure! I just brought fruit candy to see you all!”

Little Wei Ming, who was being doubted, was very angry, but Lady Shui opened her mouth and said after a few seconds of silence:

“Hmm, that makes a certain conversation I had with Mengha earlier possibly have some merit… Mengha thinks that Sir Morphy’s true identity might be an incarnation of the creator on earth. Because it’s similar to a ‘disguised visit,’ his power can’t be too strong, and he can easily perform higher-level battles and use various devices left by the creator because he’s inherited the creator’s legacy.

Hmm, although this guess is a bit far-fetched, it really can explain a lot of things, and there’s indeed precedence for Divine Spirits descending to observe the earthly realm on this continent.

Avalon, Su, and Gaia have made similar moves.”

“Wow, so my superior is a Divine Spirit? And I’m a warrior of the Divine Spirit! That’s so cool!”

Little Wei Ming cheered, and Lady Shui explained somewhat helplessly:

“In my understanding, a Divine Spirit’s incarnation and the Divine Spirit itself are two completely different concepts, but if you want to flatter yourself like that, I guess it’s no problem.

Bring your candy and come over, Cement has some questions to ask you.

Besides, I’m curious, why do you always hide when you eat candy? Is Lady Judy’s discipline that strict?”

“Who knows what’s on her mind, we’re obviously just playing games, right? Yet she still thinks eating too much candy affects health. What health? I’m just a bunch of data right now… Sigh, wait! My character panel now has a ‘high blood sugar’ negative effect, I’m getting a bit dizzy…

Ah, I feel so terrible, can someone help me?”

“How much of that snack did you eat!!! I beg you, eat some proper food, okay? No wonder your mom logs into the game just to beat you, you little troublemaker.

Stay there, don’t run around, I’m coming over immediately.”

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“Hmm?”

Walking on the third floor of the R-9 base, about to check the Organ Enhancement Laboratory, Murphy suddenly halted his steps. He could feel the shadows around him undulating irregularly, with something lurking within.

He seemed to be surrounded.

But weren’t his adorable little players saying this base has been cleared? How could there still be things roaming in the shadows?

“Cough cough, are you coming out yourselves?”

Murphy nonchalantly grasped the Necessary Evil floating beside him, twirling it skillfully, and said:

“Or should I extend an invitation to a potentially deadly shadow dance?”

“We mean no harm…”

A raspy voice, like a twenty-year smoker, sounded from behind Murphy; within the surrounding blackened shadows, three grotesque figures emerged from their hiding places to stand before Murphy.

They…

No, these creatures had physiques similar to the Wolf People but unlike the brutish strength of the Wolf People, these figures were more slender and graceful.

Their bodies were covered in black or grey fur, with digitigrade legs that steadied their stance on the ground, and a large tail waved back and forth, indicating the unrest in the hearts of these three creatures.

They possessed sharp claws.

The tips of those claws held a flickering glimmer, indicating that their attack was not merely a physical one, possibly imbued with curses or some such elements.

They also had sharp fangs matching their claws, crafted on a head more beast-like than the Wolf People, with two pointed ears pricked up to pick up on hidden movements, and their jade-green eyes gleamed with a remorseless light, signifying that these beings could become the most lethal hunters when necessary.

While possessing apparent Wolf People traits, Murphy could sense a familiar taste from the life aura emanating from these three creatures.

It was the nocturnal wild trait of the Wolfsbane Clan, and their silent, swift action in the shadows demonstrated that they had undoubtedly inherited a portion of vampire power.

These were three stitched creatures, but remarkably well-pieced.

“The soul of the Explorer Kant is still in Triss’s hands, and under torture by the Blood Inquisitor of the Blood Vulture Clan, that guy, who considered himself a tough man but actually a coward, spilled everything he should and shouldn’t have said, just to die quickly.

I also gleaned some fascinating information from his confession.

Like you folks.

Werewolves…”

Murphy did not put away the Necessary Evil, and in the sealed corridor, he said softly:

“According to the battle reports from my warriors, they encountered your attacks during the base assault, and their assessments of you are generally quite high, especially from the vampire warriors.

They declare that the myriad powers you possess are inherently born to counter vampires, and you can even use your noses to smell out the hidden Thorn Night Walkers relying on primitive smell.

It seems Kant engineered some terrifying things in your genes.

As the lord of the Blood Vulture Clan, perhaps I should order for all of you to be destroyed as specimens to prevent you from growing and eventually becoming another extraordinary species capable of rivaling the vampires.

Then, you must be the leader of the werewolves.

How should I address you?”

He looked at the aging werewolf behind him, which had a distinct mark on its left ear, its most visible characteristic.