My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 3108 -1035: If You Don’t Speak, I’m Going to Mock You Mercilessly

Of course, all civilizations on the continent now, apart from the Sanghai people, are basically “remnants” left by the creator. In other words, the act of Original Sin is not much different from actual world destruction. Murphy doesn’t believe that guy would spare indigenous people like the Sanghai.

After all, the Sanghai have openly worshipped the creator for over a thousand years… Isn’t there a saying?

The traitor is more hateful than the real enemy, uh, although it sounds strange, but from the standpoint of Original Sin, this analogy is spot on.

Yet the real issue is that Murphy himself belongs to the “remnants of the creator” category. Why does he view the problem from the Original Sin perspective anyway!

“I guess you want to persuade me to ‘see the light and renounce the dark’? Unfortunately, witnessing all this only confirms you’re a madman that needs to be dealt with.”

Murphy whispered:

“Just to fight for so-called ‘orthodoxy’, you mercilessly destroyed the Golden Era that was about to flourish, completely ruined the almost transformed world environment, causing centuries of chaos in civilization’s legacy, countless lives lost because of it…

The creator indeed erred!

Not dealing with you immediately was the biggest mistake that bastard made!

Scum!

Die!”

“Boom”

The Split Claw Warhammer, enveloped in Omega Power, pounded forward. In the clash of white and black, it crushed and shattered the body of the “disposable Chaos Chosen” Gehrman, the vessel of Original Sin. The aura originating from the subspace within it exploded, attempting to engulf everything around in chaos, but was pressed firmly in place by the re-emerging Omega Program.

In fact, Murphy didn’t actually need to deliver this decisive blow.

Gehrman’s life form was entirely inadequate to withstand the ravages of Original Sin power. It was like a flame ignited to its limit, extinguished while burning the substance that fuels it into wandering ashes.

Murphy figured this was supposed to be a trap.

The Twilight’s creation of the Chaos Chosen probably aimed to severely trap the civilization camp. If Murphy hadn’t formatted the creator’s legacy, causing a scramble within Twilight, then it wouldn’t just be Gehrman, a lone chaotic vanguard appearing here; certainly, the entirety of the Twilight Organization’s scoundrels would be present.

By then, the army from the civilization camp coming to rescue the Golden Flower People would suffer a disastrous defeat here.

As for who this trap is targeting…

Isn’t it obvious?

Of course, it’s the invincible Lord Paryen; could it really be Murphy?

When the Slave Master handed the Elixir of Immortality to Gehrman, he didn’t anticipate Murphy resolving the Charldo Harbor matters so swiftly.

An unsuccessful ambush, a discarded trap, yet it accidentally played an unexpected role for Murphy.

“I never intended to persuade you, Murphy, Hand of the Creator, one of the invaders.”

As Gehrman collapsed to death, the chaotic rift opening inside it quietly closed, and the whispers of Original Sin echoed like a farewell in Murphy’s mind.

It said:

“The Twilight Moment that incinerates all things will eventually arrive, and all will slumber in the serene night of death. When they awaken, the scales of future and past shall reverse, and you and the ‘pollution’ you bring… are not among them!”

“Bang”

Murphy’s world at this moment returned to reality.

Those chaotic creatures shaped behind him crumbled like black sand, blown away by a gust of wind under the sun, leaving no traces, as if everything that happened just now was merely a dream. But lying in front, with bones shattered throughout the body, Gehrman Bonebite’s life flickered like a candle in the wind, symbolizing the reality of what just transpired.

Through this trap already abandoned by Twilight, Original Sin appeared and engaged in a dialogue with him.

Hmm, more like unilateral tough talk, but this indeed resolved some of Murphy’s doubts and made him even more resolute.

“Ugh… kill me… I beg you…”

Gehrman Bonebite, like a lump of rotten flesh, beseeched desperately.

Just now, it endured an execution more terrifying than death. Even if it was merely a high-up “appearing for a moment,” it had reached the brink of mental and physical collapse.

However, with Original Sin’s presence, even just a projection of consciousness was enough to bring subtle changes to Gehrman, such as its race now changed from wolf people to “Chaos Creature,” and the bizarre immortality of that Elixir of Immortality was retained.

In other words, Twilight didn’t lie to it.

Drinking this stuff indeed can grant immortality.

But this is probably not the kind of “immortality” Gehrman desired.

If Murphy or someone else doesn’t help it, it’ll have to maintain the form of prisoned rotten flesh and that shattered consciousness until the day the world ends… Tsk, just thinking about it gives one chills, but even more sadly, Original Sin did not further transform it.

This shows, even the chaos shadow that shuns nothing finds Gehrman Bonebite distasteful.

Sigh, a guy with not even utilitarian value, so pitiful.

“Honestly, buddy, I’ve never heard such a strange request in my life, but… you’re welcome!”

“Bang”

Amid Murphy’s hoarse sarcasm, the Split Claw Warhammer entwined with Omega Power and purple lightning slammed down fiercely.

Colliding and annihilating the chaos aura of the rotten flesh with purifying force, causing Gehrman to release a cry of relief amidst the burning wrath of pain, thus ending this second descendant of Bonebite’s troubled life, having achieved nothing despite a lifetime of warfare.