My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 110:

?Miracle Artifact – Blood Vulture – Origin Blood Extraction in Progress. Power Absorption Begins! Attribute Increase.?Warrior?Achievement Unlocked,?Rare?Template Obtained! All Prerequisites Met. Character Template?Elite?Replacement Begins.?

A line of flickering text appeared before Murphy’s eyes.

But he no longer paid attention to it.

For the source blood that had been purified in the pale purification arcs was being absorbed by Murphy into his weakened body.

In the past, only the Patriarch was allowed to drink such originating substances.

That was the privilege of the Blood Lords, and also a manifestation of their authority.

But now, Murphy had countless reasons to steal the delicacies from Salrokdar’s plate that belonged to him, devouring them greedily without any guilt.

Transforming all the power he could absorb into nourishment, allowing himself to truly fulfill everything entrusted to him by another man.

Yes!

After awakening, taking another person’s identity and living in another world was like a thief who stole someone’s life. He was able to be revived from the disaster of death, but at the cost of a complete stranger losing everything.

But now, that guilt had been filled!

He bore Revnor’s entrustment and the last wish of his humble life, giving him one more reason to run frantically along this path of destiny shrouded in mist.

How could he, bearing the dreams and lives of two people, fall here?

At this moment, Murphy’s eyes, having entered a state of blood thirst, shone with a crimson light, his fangs protruding from his lips as he seized the power-filled source blood.

His weakened body was filled, like a balloon being continuously inflated with more power, and before his eyes, the flickering words representing power indicated what was happening:

?1. Character template changed from “Rare” to “Elite”, initial racial attributes increased to 200%.

This template can be copied and inherited (limited to bloodlines only).

Character template traced back to?Vampire Racial Branch Blood Vulture Clan?, accepting clan origin sacred blood enhancement, deepening ancestral regression, hidden racial talent?Night Claws?activated.

Talent Explanation:

Night Claws: Claws were the primitive bioweapons used by the Blood Vulture family branch of vampire civilization in coordination with Blood Wings during the era of devouring flesh and drinking blood, activated and used by enhancing the hands with Dark Spirit.

In the night state, Night Claws are considered Spirit Weapons with the?Transcendent Sharpness?and?Transcendent Spell Breaking?properties, and the claws can harm spirits, with each attack carrying a certain amount of true damage.

This damage cannot be negated by any means other than divinity.

Note!

Night Claws are a gift of the Midnight Blessing and cannot be activated in daylight environments.

Template change increases attributes as follows:

Strength: 14.5 ? 18

Agility: 22 ? 27

Endurance: 16.5 ? 21

Intelligence: 11.5 ? 14

Perception: 15 ? 19

Charisma: 1.5 ? 2

2. Elite Template Reward – Job and Skill Enhancements!

All skills of the template owner upgraded to “Elite Skills”.

Damage skills have 20% increased destruction.

Control skills have enhanced success rates.

Defensive skills gain “Invulnerability” effects.

Summoning skills cause all summons to inherit and receive 50% of the Elite template enhancements.

3. For unknown reasons, a new skill has been obtained:

Summon – Blood Vulture Spirit: Can summon the special entity ‘Revnor’ gifted by the host’s will to perform reconnaissance and assist in combat.

Note!

This summon is a special entity formed from an extension of the host’s will, cannot upgrade skills or increase proficiency, and its total individual attributes are fixed at half of the summoner’s base attributes.

Note!

This summon is permanently bound to the summoner, allowing unlimited sharing of vision and perception, not limited by distance.

Note!

Damage taken by the Blood Vulture Spirit Revnor will be transferred to the host, use with caution.

Skill Description: I lend you my eyes, fly with them, Murphy, bearing our dreams, soar freely in this malicious world where no one can restrain your future. -Revnor?

“Thanks!”

Murphy grinned, bloodthirsty, and the explosive power brought by the completion of the Elite template replacement caused him to spread his huge blood wings from the bottom of the sacred blood pool.

He was about to fly out to give that old bastard Salrokdar a real surprise, but as he stood up, he found that the Desire Demon Blade he had been suppressing at the bottom of the blood pool had weakened to the point of moaning and wailing.

It had undoubtedly been severely damaged, no longer possessing the vicious arrogance it had when in Salrokdar’s hands, slaying anyone and anything that obstructed it.

Its current posture was like that of an abandoned puppy, shivering.

“Hmm?”

Murphy blinked, stretching out his hand to grasp the hilt of this unusually shaped and obscure demon blade with his crimson entwining claws, and the information tag popped up in the next moment:

Name: Necessary Evil – Classic Vampire Midnight Wing Blade

Quality: Miracle Artifact

Traits: Transcendent Sharpness – Transcendent Spell Breaking – Transcendent Spirit Channeling – Exceptional Swiftness – Exceptional Piercing – Obscure Demonic Object

Effects:

1. Guardian Spirit Blade:

As a sacred object of the Blood Vulture family, one of the seven major vampire clans, the origin of the Necessary Evil cannot be ascertained, but it can be affirmed that it was born alongside the birth of vampire civilization.

The wondrous aspect of the Necessary Evil as a weapon lies in the fact that this weapon can act independently as a combat unit and wield all the sword arts it has imprinted, even when not held by its wielder, assisting the user in fighting enemies.

Note!

When the Necessary Evil fights independently, every sword art it uses will be considered a?Grandmaster?level skill and carry all of the user’s understanding of that sword art.

Note!

When the Necessary Evil fights independently, the damage it deals with sword arts is a physical/spirit hybrid damage, and depending on the user’s spirit attribute, the sword arts will carry different damage effects.

Note!

When the Necessary Evil fights independently, it will definitely enter the?Bloodthirst Frenzy?state, slaying enemies and not returning to its sheath until drinking their blood. If it cannot drink the enemies’ blood, the user must appease it with twice their own fresh blood.

The currently imprinted advanced sword arts list for the Desire Demon Blade – Necessary Evil is:

Blood Vulture – Tomb Guard, Wolfsbane – Wolf’s Kiss, Blood Pact – Blade of Arbitration, Thorn – Midnight Slayer, Blood Dread – Night Edge, Secret Blood – Crimson Spirit Sword.

The currently imprinted high-level sword arts for the Desire Demon Blade – Necessary Evil are:

White Knight – Exorcist Hunt, Red Knight – Desire for Conflict, Gray Knight – Hand of Purification, Holy Grail Knight – Oblivion, Elven – Emerald War Dance, Dwarven – Holy Sword of the Land, Sanghai – Secret Sun/Moon Sword Arts, Atlantean Merlian – Tidal Sword.

The currently imprinted grandmaster sword arts for the Desire Demon Blade – Necessary Evil are:

Blood Vulture – Blade of Doom, Winter Wolf Scripture – North Wind’s God.

Note!

High-level sword arts are only available to those of Silver Rank or higher who have obtained the related?Sword Master?high-level job.

Grandmaster sword arts are only available to those of Golden Rank or higher who have obtained the related?Sword Saint?grandmaster job.

2. Proof of the Blood Lord:

The unique power and identity proclamation of the Necessary Evil, causing this Desire Clan demon blade to only be held by the leader of the Blood Vulture Clan. Together with the Civilization Tablet – Desire Fragment and the Blood Vulture – Origin Sacred Blood Pool, it forms the Blood Vulture Clan’s Proof of the Blood Lord.

According to tradition, this weapon must be bound to the soul of the Blood Vulture Clan Patriarch and cannot be used by others.

Status: Weakened – Spirit Contract Deviation – Currently Unbound

Creator: ?DATA DELETED?

Item Description:

?The existence of evil is necessary! If there was no darkness of evil in the world, even the most brilliant light would be meaningless. Therefore, we call that primal darkness hidden within the souls of all things the Necessary Evil.

Creatures of the midnight,

Do not be anxious for being born in darkness, you are as important as the sunlight that envelops the world.

– Salrokdar Collins Manfred Lessenbra?

“Ha!”

Murphy saw this information tag, his smile widening.

With a wave of his hand, he pulled out the abandoned Desire Demon Blade from the rock and grasped it, caressing the serrated blade and the bat-winged hand guard formed by the wings of a nighthawk in this purified sacred blood pool with his fingers, saying:

“Because you passed the pain of purification to Salrokdar, that old madman discarded you heartlessly? Truly pitiful, the fate of an accomplice to tyranny!

Are you begging?

Craving for me to take you away?

Very well, I shall grant this pitiful little wish of yours, and take you as a gift to myself for my ‘true rebirth’ today, free of any guilt.

Necessary Evil, ah, what a fitting name!”

Murphy’s fresh blood oozed from his fingertips and slid into the body of the Desire Demon Sword, greedily absorbed by the latter, weakened and suffering from purification.

It hummed, craving more.

But with a flick of his wrist, Murphy thrust it upwards, bursting through the oppressive sacred blood pool above, and rebuked:

“If you’re hungry, go seek food yourself! Isn’t the bastard who corrupted and abandoned you right there? Do you lack even the ability to fight for yourself?”

“Shua”

Amidst the splashing of the sacred blood pool’s waters and the shockwave of blood light, the few remaining small players covered their heads and looked towards the sacred pool. A pair of massive blood bat wings, like shields, protected their owner as he transformed into a streak of spirit light, shooting into the sky. In the next instant, with a spread of his wings, Murphy’s familiar figure was revealed.

The origin blood staining his blood wings constantly dripped in the air, like scattered crimson feathers, making this scene appear strangely sacred tinged with blood.

As Murphy raised the weakened but craving Desire Demon Blade in his hand, accompanied by the ominous, raven-like shrill cries of the Blood Vulture Spirit, the crimson spirit vulture Revnor was birthed for the first time from Murphy’s spirit power, flapping its broad wings to hover above his shoulder.

“Damn! Murphy has triggered a story event! Look, he’s displaying that unreasonable power spike unique to NPCs! Turned into a skeleton boss level in the blink of an eye, damn it!”

Meow King, who had been pinned down and surrounded by the three darklings, had already drawn his beloved replica of the Avalon Sacred Blade. Seeing Murphy’s “evolution” as he made his grand new entrance as a BOSS, it rekindled the remaining players’ excited courage.

Meow King went all out, pouring all his spirit power into the sacred blade. In the next instant, he stood up swinging it like a “torch”, slashing wildly.

He slashed the few elite darklings until they squealed and cried out for their fathers and mothers.

“Kill him! Murphy! Kill that old bastard! Make him drop tons of coins!”

Meow King and the other players shouted loudly, as if playing a voice-controlled game, as though the louder their battle cries, the more damage they would deal.

Murphy gave his small players a strange look.

He thought they’d have died long ago in such a brutal battle, but they were tougher than he expected. But what was with their unseemly shouting now? Were they the NPCs or was he?

How did it become their turn to command him?

Who gave you the guts?

“However…in honor of your steadfast loyalty, I shall grant your insignificant wish.”

Murphy folded his wings in the air and plunged like a crimson sword into the midst of the three locked in combat.

Although his attributes had spiked, he was still far from the Golden rank. He could only stay at the edge, seizing opportunities to sneak in and strike a couple of swords for some DPS.

However, he had already grasped this “ticket for the strong”, no longer feeling anxious.

At the same time, the crimson spirit vulture also flapped its wings and landed before the weakened Lady, its sharp bloody eyes staring at Femis, then opening its sharp eagle beak and dropping the Desire Fragment it was carrying before her eyes.

The Lady, whose heart had been impaled by the Desire Demon Blade, instantly understood upon extreme weakness.

She grabbed the Desire Fragment and crawled towards the sacred blood pool ahead, which had become unstable due to the interference of the purification spirit power. Lumina and Sister Pomegranate rushed to support her on either side, and under the protection of Orchid’s heavy shield, they plunged into the blood pool.

The four girls ran so fast that they couldn’t stop, resulting in them comically tumbling head over heels amidst cries of surprise, plunging headfirst into the blood pool.

But it didn’t matter!

The crucial final step had been taken.

Having fallen into the blood pool, the Lady gritted her teeth and repeated the step she hadn’t completed before. The interference from the Desire Fragment caused the spirit power of the sacred blood pool to be completely gathered, and the rotating sub-dimension rift above emitted a shrill sound, as if a heavy object was about to collapse.

The majestic Blood Vulture Spirit flapped its wings towards the darklings, while under the cover of the Astral Dire Wolf summoned by Murphy in a spare moment, it began to escort the surviving players out of the sacred pool hall.

On the other side, Tris, who had been guarding the self-destruct core in the corridor, had become so anxious that she was jumping up and down, unable to act recklessly because the sacred pool’s spirit power hadn’t been cut off yet.

Nearby, Miriam and Lieutenant Frayzer had already begun praying to every deity they knew of.

They had completed their task, and the specific astral projection coordinates of Kadman City had been calculated by a parallel computation matrix of thirty computation beads, but having just the coordinates was useless without being able to activate them.

“Hurry! Hurry! Little Murphy! The coordinates are about to change, hurry!”

Tris grabbed the rising spirit power core of the self-destruct core in front of her, the veins on her hands bulging.

With just one command, this thing could destroy all the spirit power nodes inside the Blood Vulture Halls, but Tris had to seize that fleeting opportunity to precisely transfer the exploding out-of-control spirit power into the astral realm, lest the terrible chaos of the sub-dimension exploded into the material world.

There was only one chance!

If she failed, everyone present would instantly be reduced to ashes, a terrifying pressure that could crush the will of even the most resolute warrior.

However, Tris had seen big scenes before, and the Crimson Witch’s hands were steady this time!

The only problem was that the switch determining the outcome was not in her hands.

“Projection coordinates change countdown: 30 seconds!”

Miriam’s eyes were bloodshot as she gripped the computation bead nodes of the computation matrix, staring fixedly at the phase coordinates calculated from the complex formulas projected on it.

The astral realm was a mysterious place, and its mapping to the material world was constantly changing, making it impossible to calculate lasting projection coordinates.

Once the current phase coordinates became invalid, recalculating would take at least three hours!

But could they afford another three hours?

Obviously not!

“You must be able to do it, the weight and torment of fate has transformed you completely! Even to the point where I feel unfamiliar with you.”

Tris stared intently at the spirit power core before her, saying softly:

“I believe you can do it! Little Murphy.”

“Countdown: 20 seconds!”

Miriam’s shout had become hoarse, tinged with despair.

Beside her, Lieutenant Frayzer sighed and placed his hand on the shoulder of this red-haired “enemy” girl, as if to give her the courage to face death in this way.

As for himself,

He was a soldier!

Death was merely an occupational hazard for him, causing some trepidation but not enough to overwhelm his will.

“Boom”

A muffled boom suddenly resounded in the corridor, and amidst Salrokdar’s furious roar, the sacred blood pool exploded as if a large missile had been dropped into it.

Its terrifying force blasted the four girls out, three of them instantly dissipating into specks of spirit light midair, leaving only the Lady to fall raggedly from the sky, caught in the embrace of Lord Palanno as he flashed over.

“No! The Night Mother’s path to godhood!”

Seeing the sacred blood pool uncontrollably releasing turbulent spirit power that impacted the stabilized sub-dimension rift, causing it to rapidly collapse, the raving Salrokdar shoved aside the old knight Finoch and spread his arms towards the crackling black rift.

“Father! No! Come back!!”

Struggling in Palanno’s knightly embrace, Femis still reached out to her father in every sense at this final moment, trying to bring back his last shred of sanity.

But it was too late.

Before he could plunge into the collapsing sub-dimension rift with outstretched arms, Murphy’s figure flashed out from behind, the Desire Demon Blade piercing his former master’s chest, striking him down even as it drank the Blood Lord’s blood.

Murphy pressed down on his shoulder with his left hand, raising his right.

His atavistic Night Claws extended like interlocking crimson blades, decisively executing him by piercing his heart from behind, grasping and wrenching out that evil heart.

With his heart torn out, it seemed to strip Salrokdar of all his will and strength, causing him to kneel.

At the end of this long life, he seemed to awaken from the call of the sub-dimension. He turned his head to look at his weeping daughter one last time, forcing a cold, ruthless smile that a vampire father should have, then grasped Murphy’s wrist. In their first and last conversation, he said:

“Beware! Beware the Dusk, they are by our side…”