My Players Are So Fierce

“I don’t know what Old Feinock did in the New Continent, but from the snippets he revealed to me, it was indeed quite terrifying, making the mind of what was once the last White Knight Saint in this world filled with thoughts of self-destruction.

He went there to find the three Oak Holy Blades of Avalon.

He found them.

The price was, he lost himself.

Perhaps at the moment he returned to the Old Continent, he was already on the destined path of death.”

In the Holy Blood Hall, which had been cleared out because Old Flywheel wanted to mine Burning Gold Ores, Murphy walked inside with a disgusted Qiuchote.

It was still in a semi-sealed state, with all the rubble above pressed down on the branches of the huge oak in the shape of a cage, into which Old Feinock had transformed, making what was once the Holy Blood Hall now look like a wondrous amalgamation of earth rock and giant plant.

The isolated subspace aura there had long since dissipated and purged, with only the purest natural breath flowing there now.

Of course, the influence of subspace power had filled the underground with a massive amount of Burning Gold Ores; though the surface had been mined out, the automatic excavators designed by Old Flywheel were still digging day and night in the tunnels below, and the piles of Burning Gold resulted in some quite marvelous effects.

Even Murphy, standing here, could feel various thoughts in his heart surging in a manner more active than usual, especially those myriad desires.

The Blood Vulture is, by nature, the breed of desires.

The Blood Vulture Vampires find it hard to suppress the urges for indulgence and desire, which was evident when Triss, after getting a taste for such indulgence, could hardly stop.

Amidst this land of Burning Gold, various wicked thoughts surged within Murphy, even forcing him to use the weak Omega Program to barely suppress them.

Behind him, it went without saying for Qiuchote.

Her anger and disgust had been thoroughly catalyzed, gripping that peculiar Obsidian War Blade, examining the surrounding Holy Oak with the eyes of a lumberjack, contemplating how to hack down this divine giant tree incarnated by the “White Demon King.”

Clearly, she did not believe that Feinock’s death cleansed the despair and disaster he brought upon the Aztecs.

“I’m not trying to absolve Old Feinock’s sins, I’m merely warning you through his experiences, young lady from the Exotic Lands, that even a staunch saint like Old Feinock, after being tempted by the Twilight, can commit horrifying misdeeds in pursuit of a great goal, leading to deeds devoid of conscience.

You should learn a lesson from him.

Honestly, I don’t think your solo journey from the New Continent to the Old Continent hasn’t been noticed by the all-pervasive Twilight; I think all your current actions might be part of their plan.

They intend to use you to achieve a certain wicked purpose.”

Murphy said in a deep voice.

Qiuchote stared at the handsome vampire before her with suspicion, and after a few seconds, she said:

“So, are the Twilight your enemy?

Also my enemy?”

“You’ve dealt with them for so many years and don’t even know their name?”

Murphy said in surprise:

“Though they are good at hiding, such high-profile actions will always expose a lot of information.”

“They aren’t called that name on the other side; they refer to themselves as ‘Seekers of Redemption’ or ‘Believers of Truth.’”

Qiuchote, still very young, explained:

“As for whether I would be tracked by them, I think you don’t need to worry about that; the Feathered Serpent Sun God Coorcan gave me a mission and protection, and no one can track me through prophecy or spells.”

“Wait!”

Murphy squinted his eyes and said:

“But you just mentioned your national guardian deity being polluted by death and darkness?

That sounds contradictory…

Hm, no need for an explanation, I understand now.

Your guardian deity’s aspect of order is presently fighting against its corrupted dark self, right?

Similar to the relationship between Avalon and Lady Spider.”

“I don’t quite understand the gods here, but Lena explained it to me in the same way, so I guess it’s likely the closest thing to the truth in your understanding.”

Qiuchote wasn’t keen on discussing her divine spirit and vaguely said:

“But the radiant Coorcan indeed said that He might face a tough decision, instructing me to find some knowledge scattered on a continent that could help Him purify again, acknowledging those insights might only exist in the darkest places.

I don’t have much time, Vampire Lord.

Lena told me the Kalem Ancient Country is where I could find the knowledge I need, where people worship the balance of yin and yang, always finding ways to separate the two sides of a thing.”

“Or I could take you to Moss Valley, to find Lady Spider’s Primitive Shrine there…”

Murphy suggested another option.

He continued:

“Avalon once encountered a situation very similar to your Feathered Serpent God, with part of Her falling into darkness and corruption due to constant subspace battling, and She employed extreme methods to separate that part from Her own body, forming a fourth dark aspect.

Sharing the same origin yet belonging to two extreme individuals.

By my side, there’s a divine choice of Lady Spider.

You could seek these past secrets from her.”

“How…how do you know all this?”

Miss Qiuchote said in astonishment: