My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 316 - 111. I crawled out of the filth, no one has the right to judge me!【51/60】_2

Chapter 316: 111. I crawled out of the filth, no one has the right to judge me!【51/60】_2

Old Knight Finoc stood rooted to the ground like a mighty tree, surrounded by a verdant aura of Spiritual Energy. He didn’t turn his head and said,

"The filthiness of the subspace, if not restrained, will wreak havoc here. Although Lady Cui Si has exiled most of the energy to the Star Realm, even the remnants can cause irreparable damage. A divine decree from my god has descended – it is time for the saint to embrace death."

"What are you babbling about?"

Palano, who had just been fighting side by side with Old Finoc, slammed his battered lance onto the ground. He stared intently at Finoc, his voice stern:

"You are not going anywhere! Your one and only duty is to return to the Knight’s fortress with me and answer to Lord Pa Ying! You can’t escape from this guilt."

"Indeed, I admit my guilt. A terrible guilt that could frighten countless naughty boys in the night."

The old knight gave a sardonic grin.

The peculiar sacred white oak armor on him started transforming into natural wood, like an ancient tree rejuvenating--vines and branches extended from his armor and took root on the spot.

In a matter of seconds, Old Finoc appeared to be transforming into a growing oak tree. He had made his decision and was now determined, refusing to hide those secrets he had kept hidden all along.

As his helmet disintegrated among the growing branches, the old knight’s bloodstained face, transforming into wood, turned gravely towards Palano.

He murmured,

"You arrogant descendants have sharp noses. I learned it during the fourth Black Disaster when I fought alongside you. As soon as I saw you here, I knew my arduous journey was nearing its end.

But Palano!

My guilt was not something I sought intentionally. It was merely a remnant left behind in my exploration of historical truth. If you plunge your hands into the mud in an attempt to dig out the truth beneath, how could you keep your hands clean?"

"What have you found?"

The first lord questioned:

"What have you gained by staining your hands?"

"Nothing, except regret! They extended an invitation to me and I paid the price for it. At the moment when I could finally join them, the will of my god made me see my mistake.

The pursuit of truth was merely a trick they used to lure righteous knights into the path of evil.

From the start, I should never have been curious about them!"

Under the effect of the Divine Arts, White Knight Old Finoc, who was truly turning into a rooted enormous tree, his voice became hoarse, like the friction between vines.

He looked at Palano and Murphy, warning them seriously and painstakingly:

"Stay away from them!

Don’t repeat the mistake I once made. Don’t try to get the answers you seek by reaching out to them. Every one of them is an incurable source of contamination.

Entities like Salockdale, the ancient one, are mere puppets in their hands.

Murphy, you have heard Salockdale’s last-minute warning to you.

Stay away from the dusk...

Stay far, far away from them. They’ve walked down the path of chaos for too long."

"Is that an organization? Are they the ones behind all this?"

Murphy narrowed his eyes and asked:

"Did you know all along what was going to happen to Cardman City?"

"No, I had no idea."

The voice of the old knight was getting deeper and slower, like the ancient and profound voice of a gigantic tree when it starts to speak.

He said:

"But behind any subspace-related disaster in the last several hundreds of years, their shadows lurk...your Lord Pa Ying knows more. Perhaps you shouldn’t ask, and don’t get curious about them...

I am indeed guilty!

O my god, I committed an unforgivable sin in the name of seeking truth. The far-flung new continent is littered with disasters I created, and now I will sacrifice myself here.

Death is the only atonement. May you see all of this.

No one can judge me!

Except your majesty."

"Crack, crack, crack"

A deep shattering sound emanated from beneath Murphy’s feet, indicating that Finoc’s Divine Arts had reached their climax.

He turned himself into a white oak tree with divine Energy of Natural Purification, and with robust roots, enveloped the entire ruined Blood Hall and the shadow trying to crawl out of the subspace fissure, forming a sealed Divine Arts space.

"Go, leave! Tell them, Old Finoc’ is dead! He died like a hero in the battle with Salockdale and the subspace beasts."

The urgings of the Lord of the White Oak, even though Murphy and Palano were consumed with confusion, left them no choice but to leave.

A path was cleared among the divinity-thorned hedge in front of them, and as Murphy took the first step, a green branch, with the holy Oak blade "Watchman" wrapped around it, landed by his side. A Timber Scabbard formed among the wrapped vines to sheathe the holy blade, preventing Avalon’s divine power from burning Murphy.

The moment the vampire got hold of the holy blade, he heard Old Finoc’s words echoing in his mind:

"Regarding your suggestion, I’ve given it careful thought. You said that all homeless people who make contributions to Transylvania can become the master of this land...

I have given everything to this land; I have bought them a ticket to enter.

Murphy, please accept my descendants.

There are also shadows of dusk in the Golden Flower Kingdom, don’t let them go back!"

"Alright, I promise, as long as they wish to stay."