My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2815 -939: Monster and Savior

“Hmm…”

In the midst of a light and satisfied sigh, the strange calls and tugs in the mind of the Crimson Witch finally dissipated in a rare moment of calm, allowing her to sway her hair comfortably and, with a flushed face, bend down to leave a moist kiss mark on Murphy’s forehead.

Then she got up to go freshen up, but Murphy reached out and grabbed her wrist, gently pulling Triss, the Grand Duke, to lie beside him, shedding her usual coldness and solemnity like a docile cat curling up.

The two embraced each other like that, enjoying a moment of peace and warmth after the great battle.

The bedroom that once belonged to Salockdale was now a mess, fully proving how terrifying the Crimson Witch was in a berserk state, and it was truly impressive that Mr. Murphy managed to fight her to a draw.

“Can you still hear that voice?”

Murphy asked softly.

He lay sideways, using his left hand to support his head, while his right hand gently caressed the scar on Triss’s back, which had become a habit or a quirk of his. Initially, Triss resisted, as the scar represented unspeakable suffering for her, but later Murphy’s persistence led her to let it be.

“I can, not only can I hear it, but it’s even clearer now.”

Triss, with her eyes half-closed, murmured in a slightly tipsy manner:

“Only at times like this can I attempt to analyze the meaning of those voices without being disturbed, but honestly, I don’t understand the principle behind it.

You say you possess the Omega Program and can suppress Subspace Power, which is a normal energy suppression, but why do actions like this also produce a transmissible suppression effect? Is it really because of the filthy things you left in my body?

Is it possible?”

“Uh, I think we better not discuss this topic; otherwise, it may not pass scrutiny.”

Murphy quietly joked.

He shifted the topic back to the earlier question, saying:

“You’ve been saying the voices you hear in Cardman City are different from before, exactly how are they different? Could it be that the Midnight Mother has conceived a consciousness in Subspace?”

“It always had a consciousness, Murphy, but its birth method binds it, preventing it from expressing its desires in a normal way. Its consciousness is formed by the vampires sacrificed by Salockdale, and the wisdom of those sacrifices naturally belongs to it.

It’s not stupid at all.

Unfortunately, in the chaotic Land of Chaos of Subspace, wisdom doesn’t help it through tough times.”

Triss turned over and completely merged herself into Murphy’s embrace.

Discussing topics about the Midnight Mother, being close to Murphy gave her more sense of security, she said softly:

“As for the change in the voice, it’s difficult to describe. The content is actually the same, calling me to unite with it to become complete, but the difference lies in the tone and emotion. Previously, it was like a manic madman, annoying as heck.

But here, its call is much gentler…”

“Gentle? Are you sure?”

Murphy furrowed his brows, saying:

“We’ve both seen its true form. Do you really think such an indescribable entity can have anything to do with the word ‘gentle’?”

“Logically, it can’t.”

Triss nodded, but then she said:

“But don’t forget, Murphy, it’s a divine anomaly, a strange creature not yet ascending to the realm of the Divine Spirit yet not far from it, calling it a semi-finished faith conglomerate walking the Path to Divinity is not too far off, indicating that it possesses all the characteristics of the Divine.

Avalon has three facades and is trying to explore more possibilities, so why can’t the Midnight Mother have two different facades?

You also told me earlier that Lord Paryen mentioned hearing what seemed like the Midnight Mother’s warning when facing the Master of Hunting, and even earlier, Mary’s encounter, coupled with Cardman City’s journey in the Star Realm.

These all show the complexity of its existence.

As a theologian, I believe this hypothesis might become reality.”

“But it’s been polluted, Triss.”

Murphy sat up and leaned against the sofa beside him, pulling Triss into his arms, saying:

“It was shaped by Salockdale in the wrong way, filled with depravity and filth from birth. Its essence is a radical version of the Master of Hunting, even if it extends a gentle facade, it’s of no use.

The Omega Program cannot purify it; it only burns it to ashes upon contact.”

“I know, I’m just discussing the possibility, don’t worry, Murphy, I know what you’re most afraid of.”

Triss lifted her head and showed a charming smile, saying:

“I won’t abandon you at some moment and throw myself into the net. Luna and her Witch Cult’s attempt to create a future for me has long been buried with my past. Now, I am reborn because of you, and will continue to live because of you.”

“Hmm, every time you speak sweet words, it makes me feel deeply moved, making me feel I’m indeed a lucky guy.”

Murphy shrugged his shoulders, glanced at the time on the mechanical pocket watch lying beside him, and sighed, saying:

“I really wish this moment could last forever, but unfortunately, we must hurry out, or that elder will mentally compose essays about us.”