My Players Are So Fierce-Chapter 325:

Regarding the incident itself, Murphy certainly couldn’t ignore it. Aside from the cooperation terms reached between the Carpe family and Crimson Citadel through Lieutenant Frayzer, those production lines being transported by the convoy were important resources that Murphy couldn’t give up.

The location for Transia’s First National Armament Factory had already been decided, and they were just waiting for the production lines to be in place to start manufacturing weapons for Murphy’s army.

This was the most important matter related to defending against the Black Plague, so this transport convoy must be rescued!

But Femis’s meaning now was that she wanted to take charge of this matter, which made Murphy hesitate.

He didn’t doubt the young lady’s determination.

He was just worried that the young lady would be “tempted” by her mother who could now be confirmed to have joined the Dusk’s embrace. If Lord Payne was so cautious when dealing with Dusk-related matters, then Murphy felt he had reason to be even more cautious.

“I guess even if I asked you to come back now you definitely wouldn’t agree, right?”

Murphy asked.

There was no response from the young lady in the bead for a long time, and this silence had already declared her resolve, so Murphy didn’t try to persuade her further. He drew circles on the table with his finger and said in a gentle tone:

“I will ask Kudel and his retainers to go assist you. Also, since this happened at the Seicob territory border, Knight Valand and his winged cavalry have sufficient reason to get involved. I can leave this matter to you to handle, Femis.

But I have one requirement.”

“Tell me.”

The young lady breathed a sigh of relief on the other end and asked, then heard Murphy say to her:

“You cannot track down ‘Lady Cecilia’ alone, this is not a request but an order! In fact, I now strongly suspect that one of the objectives in pushing this matter forward may be precisely to facilitate a reunion between you and your mother.

Regarding matters about your father, I haven’t hidden anything from you.

I have sufficient reason to believe your mother has gone mad. No, what she has done has exceeded the scope of ‘madness’, and the source of everything she has done is to snatch you back from Salrokdar.

You need to understand the potential risks in this matter.

This sounds somewhat unreal.

But I’d rather imagine Dusk to be more formidable, than underestimate them. This may be our first direct contact with Dusk, I must be present.

Femis and Kudel will be in the open, I’ll be in the shadows.

This way we can ensure nothing goes wrong to the greatest extent possible.”

“You’re always so cautious when it comes to protecting your own people.”

Tris sighed, saying:

“Just now, Knight Valand’s osprey delivered a letter to Natalie, little Sharon wants to invite the leader of the Witch Hunters to their forest to attend her ritual of re-establishing the bond with the Forest Spirit.

You can travel together with Natalie.

I suggest you bring along Eugene and Marianne, those two experienced Master Witch Hunters’ lethality when facing vampires can serve as effective force supplementation.

I won’t participate in this operation.

I need to speed up decoding the mysteries of that command scepter to help ensure the safety of your Gnolls and warriors when entering the Foul Swamp.

Murphy, I don’t know if you have this feeling.

But Dusk.

The more I come into contact with intelligence about them, the more I can sense that what these guys want may not just be the Black Plague spreading across the continent, they want something even more terrifying.

Just like the bits of information little Sharon obtained from the old Count of Seicob.

They are a group of madmen who view this era as a mistake, and they wield powers that inspire fear. Their layer upon layer of arrangements in Transia make even an old vampire like me feel danger and fear.

I don’t want to hide it.

Actually I’ve thought more than once about taking you and fleeing from here. I doubt whether we can win.

“You’re not old at all, you’re at the most beautiful time of your life.”

Murphy stepped forward with a smile, drawing the rarely showing weakness and worry Tris into his embrace. He gently patted her shoulders, saying:

“No matter who they are, no matter what they want, when we drag them out of the shadows, their greatest reliance will have already collapsed and dissipated.

Devils cannot have faces! That would only point out targets for heroes to crusade against, and now, this devil named Dusk already has a face that we can track.

Lady Cecilia is the best entry point, along with that mysterious ‘Source’.

We will win, I promise you.

Even if we end up one move behind in the end, I won’t let you walk alone.”

Tris didn’t respond.

She pressed her head against Murphy’s chest, listening to that vampire heart beating slowly. After maintaining such silence for several minutes, she finally said hoarsely:

“Why didn’t you appear earlier? Earlier in my life, that might have given me more courage to face the hammering and provocations from fate.”

“Those beautiful things are so precious precisely because they require patience to wait for, moreover, it’s not too late now.”

Murphy lowered his head and gently kissed Tris’s hair, saying:

“We still have lots of time to walk together to the end. I confirm this point, it was you who rescued me from the most downtrodden fate back to the human world. You have already become my deepest connection to this world, like a lighthouse for the lost. To me you were never simply a bewitching goddess who needed to be pursued.

Although I really want to continue such gentle conversation with you, but it’s getting late, Tris, I should set off.”

“Mm.”

Tris raised her head, taking the initiative to leave a kiss mark on Murphy’s cheek, then watched him disappear into the shadows of the Blood Vulture Halls. Tris stood in place for several minutes before returning to her own office.

Murphy’s gentleness seemed to have finally helped her make up her mind about some determination, to face the “monster” from her past life that she created with her own hands.

She took the pearl bracelet representing the “Source” in her hand, and used some quite complex method to activate certain arts hidden within it.

Spirit power began to vibrate.

It wove together an information flow capable of crossing space in a way that even Tris had never seen before.

“Christine! I know you’re listening.”

Tris said hoarsely:

“Let’s meet.”

The office was silent, until nearly ten seconds later when a vague voice came from that distant place, sounding more like a whimper in the wind rather than speech.

“You harbor killing intent, making me feel as if seeing the rise of the long-dormant Crimson Witch. It seems I’ve provoked you, my terrifying elder. You’ve already determined to eliminate me just for a foolish emotion.

You’ve already drunk the poison called love, becoming too weak and sensitive and foolish.

You’ve actually become the kind of person you warned me never to become.

An ordinary fragile person

Hmm, we will meet, Lady Tris.

Not now, not here.

Wait patiently.

We will meet again!”

“I warn you! Stay away from Murphy.”

Tris shouted at the other side.

But only received light laughter as a response. After the laughter fell, that voice sounded again:

“Of course, I would never disobey your will, just as I dedicate all loyalty to you. We can certainly ignore the series of problems triggered by Murphy. As long as you join us, as long as you’re willing to step onto the path of destiny that belongs to you.”

“Don’t even think about it!”

Tris rejected decisively:

“I won’t fall in the same gutter twice.”

“Hmm, then let’s hope your lovely little boy toy can fend for himself. Love has now filled you, who was once invincible, with weaknesses.”

She was clearly provoking, but Tris wasn’t baited.

Instead, she frowned while sensing the spirit power vibrations. The wisdom belonging to the Spirit Sovereign spun rapidly in her mind, even making Tris’s eyes flash with red arc-like illusions.

After a three second interval, Tris let out a long breath.

She said:

“Ice Bay, Nortov Sea Cliff. Got you! Remember the first spirit tracking lesson I gave you? When you were observing me through this bracelet, little elf girl, I could also sense you!”

“!!!”

“Whoosh”

The Nocturne Scepter flew into her palm, drawing open a rift leading to the source of spirit power vibrations as Tris waved it.

In the instant dragon-like blood wings spread open, a terrifyingly large spirit lightning bolt capable of covering half a city was violently hurled by Tris across the rift, smashing down upon that lonely fortress on the sea cliff below where cold winds blew and snow drifted.

The next instant, crimson lightning storm erupted amid the snow, crushing one-third of the upper half of that lonely fortress.

“Where are you running! Little bitch!”

“Boom”