My Players Are So Fierce

Murphy learned a lot of interesting Sanghai people’s trivia from the Mummy Girl and even persuaded her to become the shaman mentor for the Transylvania warriors, which was a win-win situation.

Murphy won twice, that kind.

After all, he didn’t intend to cover up the fact of the Marsh Museum, and even planned to invite the remaining three Vampire Dukes to the Swamp Forbidden Area at some future point to complete the binding of civilization candidates, in order to piece together the specific situation when the Eden District was destroyed.

From the previously awkward “ancient memory” resonance phenomenon with Shani, it appears that even if other Dukes don’t intend to reveal the truth, such special memory resonance can still provide Murphy with many valuable clues.

Under this premise, inviting a Mummy Priest from the Sanghai Empire to tour isn’t a big issue, especially since the other party is a genuine expert in the field of the “Creator’s Legacy.”

The details disclosed by Nifytelli indicate that she’s definitely been in close contact with many Creator’s relics at the Origin Land. Letting her take a tour of the museum might even bring Murphy some “surprises.”

However, now is not the right time to discuss this matter. After the Mummy Priest used elemental fire to melt away the Ice Coffin that shrouded the castle ruins, the three of them quickly moved inside.

As Murphy pushed open the tightly closed door emanating cold air, the tragically desolate scene inside the castle came into view.

This place had certainly been bombarded by heavy artillery from the Exploration Corps. The top and high areas of this castle were half-collapsed, unlike the outer area of the ruins of Westerburg, which had been tidied up by the undead; this castle still retained its original “battle damage” appearance.

As Murphy flapped his wings towards the middle-level study, he could even see an un-exploded shell embedded in a wall at a collapsed area on the second floor of the castle.

According to Little Sheron, at the time of the city’s fall, there were some women and children gathered and protected by his parents in the castle. However, Murphy did not see any more bodies. Considering that all the undead in the entire city had been reanimated, those bodies likely grew legs and went out on their own.

It seemed as though even in death, they were expressing reverence to their lord in this way.

In Triss’s eyes, the empty castle ruins behind them seemed more like a tomb, used to bury that Xike sovereign who had died but could not rest in peace.

“They are right ahead!”

Nifytelli loudly warned as she came up the stairs:

“In the study ahead of you, don’t go in just yet; these are two extremely powerful undead! I can feel an abnormal convergence of Netherworld Will; they are not deceased entities shaped by crude means.

Damn!

The orthodox knowledge of the Death Moon shouldn’t be used to create such a crisis; this is simply blasphemous!

Wait for me there, I need to give you some statuses to prevent attacks or influences from the Netherworld Will.”

She quickly rushed over, took out a bottle from her waist, and sprinkled the grayish-white powder around Murphy and Triss to shield their will from invasive threats. Then she took a staff entwined with twin snakes and a small spellcaster shield from her waist bag, distinctly Sanghai in style.

This item was also imbued with an undead motif, as the shield was adorned with a dried black heart.

It looked quite creepy.

Once everything was prepared, Mummy Girl turned back to Murphy with a nod, the abstract expression reflected on the mummy wrappings made Murphy shrug, and he pushed open the tightly shut door of the study, armed with necessary evils.

The result…

“Boom”

The entire door fell forward to the ground with a loud crash, sending dust flying everywhere.

The Vampire Lord stood awkwardly in place, remarking on the concerning quality of the castle’s construction—was being bombarded by heavy artillery enough to make it this fragile?

However, that minor awkwardness paled in the current situation because they faced the real figure.

As Little Sheron described, her old father sat in the center of the study on a “black throne” made from a twisted collection of armor, weapons remnants, and invaders’ bodies. This fully-armored Mountain People Leader clutched a gigantic, freezing break-hammer like a black statue.

Since Ellen last left, the old Earl probably hadn’t changed his posture, and even a fine layer of dust had settled on his armor.

Also, this room was really cold!

Not merely a temperature drop, but a formless, creeping cold force had entrenched itself here, forming a substantial undead barrier, weighing heavily on Murphy’s shoulders and making him uncomfortably adjust them.

As he took a step forward, this movement immediately triggered some sort of reaction.

The old Earl in front, head bowed, slowly lifted his head like rusted gears starting to move, and under that black heavy helmet, two points of red bone fire lit up.

Unlike the typically blue or green bone fire of other undead, that scarlet flame represented extreme danger.

Murphy immediately prepared for battle, considering even calling Mannis for assistance, but Nifytelli stepped forward and sternly reprimanded using the Death Moon Priest’s specialty, the speech of the deceased:

“The Death Moon shall shield your mind, deceased one, hear my command, let fury recede!”