My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2782 -928: God Said, “Let There Be Light!”

“Senator Vidia, what do you say?”

Murphy’s voice echoed in the secret room of the Divine Scepter Launchpad. Given that he spoke this sentence to a very worn-out grimoire, His Highness Prince Hu Fu had reason to suspect whether the Vampire Lord was under too much pressure and experiencing hallucinations.

Do you really think this tattered book will answer your question?

Just as His Highness Hu Fu exchanged glances with his Guard Commander, considering whether to call a medic to check the handsome vampire’s mind, the book in his hand trembled, and amidst the mystical flow of spiritual energy, a halting and aged weary voice came forth:

“What do… you want me… to do?”

“Damn! The book spoke!”

The young Prince Hu Fu felt his scalp tingle instantly.

As the heir to the Sanghai Empire, he had seen a lot, including those evil creations made by Spiritual Energy Masters using wicked methods. However, within the Sanghai Empire, spiritual energy was not much advocated; they used the most traditional shamanic elemental magic. Therefore, His Highness generally kept his distance from such evil things.

Upon seeing Murphy’s book emit a voice, he cautiously stepped back.

General Bopal reacted even faster; he swiftly drew his desert sabre and stood in front of his prince. As a soldier who participated in the fourth Black Disaster, General Bopal had knowledge of some dangerous things on the continent. He found the old book in Murphy’s hand increasingly strange.

How does this thing resemble the legendary Goat Man’s most wicked object, “The Book of Ten Thousand Curses”?

Murphy didn’t blame the Sanghai people’s vigilance. On the contrary, he felt satisfied with their keen response. For a grimoire that could be called an “Evil God’s spread item,” no amount of vigilance was too much. It’s the ones who eagerly open up the book to learn its spells and attempt to converse with the “people within the book” who have truly lost their minds.

He’s talking about you, The Grand Duke of Triss!

But Murphy had already severely reprimanded Triss several times; the other party was convinced and pleaded repeatedly, so the matter was considered settled.

The vampire stared at the complicated spells on the Book of Ten Thousand Curses. These powerful spells were indeed precious, but compared to the secrets hidden in this book, the knowledge wasn’t worth mentioning.

He saw the characters flickering on the pages. When these characters combined, they formed a sentence. This was the sealed “King of all curses” Vidia communicating with Murphy, and of course, to cater to the blind who get hold of the book to learn the knowledge contained, the book had an intelligent “voice” module.

When a finger touched the characters, one could hear the halting voice of the King of all curses.

I am sure his current state is not good, not just the weakness and exhaustion in the tone, but also the consciousness response clearly under some suppression and seal.

It seems the cages used to imprison ancient gods during the Golden Era were not places for enjoying “the pleasure of solitude.”

“I want you to cast that vote!”

Murphy didn’t conceal or engage in charades with the cunning old Goat Man; he said:

“I am fully aware of your origin, your identity, the things you’ve done in the past, and the role you played in the explosion of the Eden District and the destruction during the Golden Era.

I know what kind of character you are, and I’m also aware you’ll definitely seize the opportunity to propose some conditions, but we can discuss those later. Cast that vote! Vidia, drive the Master of Hunting out of the material world, or your descended clans dwelling in the Dark Mountain Range will face a disaster.”

“I… have no… demands… just want to return… to order… punishment… ah… so painful…”

Vidia’s intermittent voice echoed from the book. But not a single word of what it said did Murphy believe; having a part of determining power in the matter of expelling an Evil God yet not planning to negotiate for some terms — who would be at ease with that?

Murphy waited anyway. Regardless, personnel transfer before the bombing in Moss Valley would take time.

And perhaps sensing Murphy’s mindset, the King of all curses spoke again after a few seconds in broken sentences:

“Go… to Abyss City… offspring… danger… unaware… coming from twilight… beware of twilight… beware… Monk Leader…”

“You want me to make a trip to Abyss City?”

Murphy narrowed his eyes, then nodded, saying:

“I will arrange to go there when it’s all over, anyway, our Holy Blood Seal will pass through your offspring’s city as well. I promise! Now cast that vote.”

“Salutation… to you… savior of all…”

The King of all curses appreciated propriety, giving Murphy a stylish-sounding “honorary title” upon departure. Afterward, the decision number before Murphy’s eyes changed to [2/3], with the decision now passable.

Just as Murphy was preparing to slide the Divine Scepter into the launch program, he felt the Blood Crystal Stone of Lord Paryen pulsate, and upon activation heard the lord gasping for breath:

“Wait a few more minutes. Gaia is facilitating the departure of our people. I will attract the Master of Hunting’s attention here, and when everything is ready, I will cast my support vote, which will signal the launch!”

“What did you say?”

Murphy’s eyes widened as he questioned:

“The first vote wasn’t yours?”

“It wasn’t me… There’s a third person, observing us…”

Even amidst fierce battle, the lord’s voice carried an indescribable complexity and obscurity. Murphy could imagine his mindset exploding — thinking himself and Vidia the last remaining Eden Councilors of this era only to find there’s unexpectedly another sneaky old guy lurking in the shadows.