My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2795 -932: In the Face of Dusk’s Repeated Provocations, Murphy’s Response Is…

Even pirates admire the true righteous ones.

Honestly, I’m starting to envy Murphy, but fortunately, I might have the chance to have a warrior like him one day.”

Having said that, Babro performed a rather unusual Blood race ritual to the lord and said:

“Please forgive me for temporarily excusing myself, my lord; I have doubled the mission you once asked me to, and now I deserve some time to rest.”

“Where is your first mate?”

Lord Paryen asked:

“Aren’t you always inseparable?”

“Claire was detained by the Wam Barbarians at Ice Bay to exchange for my arrival with Archduke Charlemagne’s ‘heritage’ to support this battle. To prevent my lover from putting a hat on me at Ice Bay, please understand my eager feelings for wanting to exchange the relic of this Evil God to bring back her heart.”

Babro sighed and said:

“During my revisit of the old place, I understood the atrocities the Blood Fear Clan committed in Ice Bay two hundred years ago, my lord. Rest assured, Claire and I will find a way to deal with that issue.”

“You’re not a good warrior for a vampire! But at least you didn’t run away, and as a servant of Wam, I will accompany you back to Ice Bay to speak with the priests of the Berserker Temple.”

Commander Floyd slapped Babro’s shoulder with his huge palm and said heartily:

“Past sins are past, current victory is current. In view of our campaign against the Evil God together, I promise you that the land of Wam will not trouble a Godslayer hero like you.”

“That’s very comforting.”

Babro grinned and glanced at Count Bai of White Mountain Andre, who was beside him, attempting to sketch the scenery of the Hunting Divine Kingdom with paper and pen.

Andre was finding it difficult to paint at the moment, because one of his hands was broken and still in recovery, so he had to be assisted by the equally wounded Little Zuo to hold the drawing board and complete the artwork quickly.

“We should be leaving too, Lord Paryen.”

Granny Bach placed several Divine Bones into her bag, glanced around, and said:

“With the support of the Master of Hunting’s divine persona gone, this place is about to collapse. It begins in the sub-space and will eventually return there; if you don’t want to be swept into the Land of Chaos, you’d better hurry.”

“Hmm, you go ahead, I have some matters to handle.”

The lord waved his hand. After all the other NPCs had left, as if wanting to leave a memento, he reached out to touch the already weathered throne of the Master of Hunting. Then, turning around, he took out a rather unique heart-shaped Blood Crystal Stone, activated it, and said to the side:

“Sorry for alarming you; we solved this matter on our own with a bit of luck, so there’s no need to worry.”

“A bit of luck?”

A frail female voice responded mockingly:

“You really know how to take credit for yourself, Lord Paryen. If it weren’t for the Creator God favored at midnight performing exceptionally in the last moment, I would have had to bring twelve genuine demon-cleansing gold men to collect your corpse.

But a disaster ending before it begins is always a good thing, hence I won’t criticize you.

Although the golden men haven’t been dispatched this time, we’re still in debt to the Dragon Emperor, a favor too heavy for the Clan of Secret Blood to bear alone, despite all courtesy in His Majesty’s court, serving as a minister still requires duty.

So, when the Dragon Emperor has a need in the future, you must promptly head to Tiandu in response.

Just like organizing God Slayers this time, you understand my meaning, don’t you?”

“I understand, please express my sincerest gratitude to your current master.”

The Millennium lord softly said:

“I’m preparing to seal Holy Blood after everything calms down. The Clan of Secret Blood must send people to participate, but this time I hope you send more elites as I prepare to confront the problems hidden inside the seal.”

This statement led to silence on the other side. After a moment, the communicator of the Clan of Secret Blood sighed and said:

“It’s about time, after all, it’s been over a thousand years.

However, it would be best for you to communicate with Duke Hathor beforehand; after all, she’s the nominal leader of the Clan of Secret Blood. She is currently traveling to the Origin Land; if you have the time to go there, you might as well talk to her.”

“Hmm, I will. Again, thank you for the preparation and support this time behind the scenes.”

The lord bid farewell:

“Until the Holy Blood Seal.”

“Wait, my lord, something happened in the Land of the Far East not long ago, which I believe you should know.”

The communicator on the other side reminded:

“The wolf girl of Nordtov secretly visited Tiandu one month ago, having met with the Dragon Emperor several times. The exact content of their discussions is unknown, but I suspect the Nordtof Kingdom may therefore usher in a dramatic change.

Boris’s legacy left numerous issues with its political style always frivolous and trivial, but this time with the wolf girl making a grand move, I suspect it might involve changes in national policy.”

“Very important news, thank you for informing me.”

The lord squinted his eyes.

He exchanged a few pleasantries and cut off the communication, then turned around taking a few steps to prepare to assemble the players to leave the soon-to-collapse ruins of the Divine Kingdom. Passing by Andre, who was painting, the lord glanced at the artwork on Andre’s easel and shook his head disappointedly saying:

“Too much craftsmanship, only focusing on techniques but devoid of soul, you’re still a novice who needs to improve.”

“Your advice is well taken.”