My Players Are So Fierce

Murphy savored the wine infused with a drop of blood and said:

“If that day truly arrives, then even Transia people will be granted the same posthumous privileges as the Sanghai people because of the existence of the Holy City of Westerburg. Our people will also be eligible to step into that cycle of death filled with visions of the afterlife.

Just like those posthumous benefits that Nifytelli is always talking about, I guess this will become a second remarkable culture of which the Transia people will be proud.

Ha, from this perspective, perhaps I should thank the twilight for its reckless actions on this land.

Perhaps I should inform Milian to prepare a management system for these ‘benefits’ in advance.

For instance, only those who have lived in Transylvania for many years, created countless contributions to this land, and performed many good deeds would be qualified to step onto the path of the dead under the management of the Death Moon Sect after their death.

And those bastards who disobey local laws, act recklessly, and love to do bad things would be thrown to be bitten by the Three-headed Dog after death, crawling, screaming, confessing, trying to approach the Gate of the Dead.

But that beautiful world will never open for them…

Hmm, I am simply a genius!”

“You’re simply a demon!”

Triss mercilessly retorted:

“Originally, you could only make your subjects obey your orders while they were alive, but now even after death, they can’t escape your influence. I think you should be the first one sent to the Court of Judgment for crimes against humanity.

But you’re dreaming!

The people of the Death Moon Sect are not easy to deal with; the water-brained Nifytelli is just an exception. If you met Priest Chief Bayek, you’d know your ideas are really hard to achieve.

That group of old guys is practically the embodiment of the rules of the cold moon and the fierce sun, extremists to the core, true fundamentalist lunatics.

Only a dull person like Lord Paryen could maintain a reasonably good relationship with them.”

“Of course, not with a vampire identity.”

Murphy snorted, drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, then stood up and said:

“But don’t forget, Assistant Triss, we have another identity! Didn’t Nifytelli guarantee that? People like us, within the ‘creator system,’ would certainly be treated as honored guests when we go over there.

Why?

Can the proud curator of the Marsh Museum not demand posthumous benefits for his people?

Of course, Westerburg can give them that; the place is already uninhabitable for humans. But it’s unreasonable if they take my holy city without giving something in return, right?”

“That’s true.”

Triss couldn’t think of a rebuttal, but the thought of Murphy possibly needing to visit the Origin Land gave her a headache.

The Crimson Witch sighed and said:

“I certainly can’t accompany you to the Origin Land. I suspect my warrant is still on the Death Moon Sect’s eternal bounty list. If I dared step into that arid desert, I’d definitely be caught and made into a vampire mummy.

Maybe I’d even be sent by those perverted dead to participate in some ghostly Netherworld beauty pageant.

Ah…

What a headache.”

“No worries, my dear. Just staying in Transylvania to manage the big picture for me is enough.”

Murphy leaned forward, extending a finger to lift Triss’s delicate chin, raising the bewitching face of the Blood Vulture Duke. He blinked, wanting to kiss the face he never tired of, and even Triss herself was ready for it.

But the next second, the Core Bead on the table began to pulse violently.

Murphy turned back in surprise, picked up the bead, and saw an astonishing report.

“There’s trouble over at the Blood Flag Heights!”

The Vampire Governor turned back to Triss and said:

“The third battalion of the Happy Stick was surrounded on all sides by the Filthy Claw Clan of the Wolf People. They’ve already summoned Doris and Maxim, and are now summoning Bella and Bernice. According to Adel’s report, Happy Stick’s next summoning target is likely Kudell.

But if they’re struggling to last until the third day, they’ll probably go all-in and summon you directly since they’re piling up support points right now.

Adel asked me to inform you to prepare for a battle.”

“Huh?”

Triss was also baffled.

She knew about Murphy’s death match antics over there. She also had given permission to include her on the summoning list, as Triss could hardly believe that insignificantly small highland could yield enough support points for players to summon a golden powerhouse.

But now, it seems a small ripple had appeared over there in the two days Murphy was away from the frontlines.

“No, how big can that highland be? It’s not even on the necessary route for the Wolf People to reach the Blackflame Mountain Pass. It’s merely an optional attack direction. As long as the commander of the Wolf People is sane, there’s no way to persist beneath a strategically meaningless highland!”

Triss stood up, her expression strange, and said:

“So why does it look like the Wolf People are getting high? Is it really a good idea to throw their elite forces into such a strategically meaningless place?”

“Uh, about that…”

Murphy put his coat back on and prepared to go to the frontlines with Triss, saying:

“Before Hog left for the Brass Fortress, he seemed to have sent someone to infiltrate the Wolf People. I suspect that the development of things to this point involved some subtle actions by the Wolf People spies from the Blood Claw Clan.

Tsk tsk, I can understand that the chieftain position of the Blood Claw Chief can be inherited by the Wolf People, but why is there also a Wolf Person inheriting his ‘Pangolin’ title in the intelligence system?