My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 944 - 321. Dusk is just around us!

Chapter 944: 321. Dusk is just around us!

In the study where the walls had collapsed, the pale light couldn’t harm the Spiritual Body and naturally couldn’t bring the living any warmth either. In that light, the Count and Countess Secomel had completely shed their living aura and appeared before their only daughter in another form.

Such an unfamiliar form shattered the expectations in Countess Ellen’s heart.

She felt a profound sorrow and was close to tearing up, but the nature of a vampire, which forbids the shedding of tears, allowed her to maintain the last bit of dignity as a Lord. However, Little Sheron wasn’t someone to be crushed by the sway of emotions, so after a brief silence and under the watchful protection of the Valande Knight with his sword drawn, she raised her head and asked:

"You never used to talk like this, so either death has changed you, or those bastards who turned you into this have filled you with some terrible crap. Although the city is already seething, we should still have a bit of time.

Father, and Mother, please tell me more of the secrets I’m unaware of.

About the undercurrents of Westerburg, about your experiences after death, and those shifty bastards!"

"Hmm, child, you have too many questions, but sadly we have too little time."

Old Count Secomel spoke with his shriveled vocal cords:

"I can feel the call of death from afar, they have noticed the ripples here, and the evil will shall soon strip us of our last clarity, so let us get straight to the point.

The plague from two years ago wasn’t just an act of war. We suspect even General Loren, who gave the order to deploy the Plague Bucket, didn’t know what was hidden inside what he threw.

He is not innocent.

But what happened later in Westerburg had little to do with him.

That painful and cruel death was but a part in a grand scheme. Loren and us were pitiful pawns, and the destruction of Westerburg was merely an alternative plan for another scheme. Now that you have become a vampire, it proves that their plans involving the Blood Vulture Clan have failed, meaning our ’hidden piece’ is about to be placed on the chessboard.

I can’t tell you much, child.

We are merely Executors of death summoned back from Hades; they don’t need our help to think, but all of this is related to the Black Disaster.

Those people don’t want the fifth Black Disaster to repeat the mistakes of the previous four. They have resolved to clear every obstacle that stands in the way of the Jackal and Wolf Legion’s slaughter across the Continent.

Transylvania is the first to bear the brunt!

Perhaps the Dwarves’ Brass Fortress is the same.

We can assure you that what’s happening in Transylvania is but one link in a vast web woven over an extended time.

We aren’t even the most important part."

Countess Sheron bit her lips.

She glanced at her father and said:

"Lord Morphy told me a name, Dusk... are they controlling you? Was the destruction of Westerburg and your resurrection all manipulated by them?"

"Stay away from that name; it brings misfortune."

Countess Secomel’s voice was sharp in warning:

"They have never taken their gaze off us, they are right beside us, having been in existence for more than a century. Behind many of the significant events on the Continent, their presence can be found; and all this behind-the-scenes orchestration is for that moment five months from now.

Their patience is terrifying and the Strength they wield is unfathomable.

They propagate a dangerous doomsday theory, and what I just spoke of are the marks they have branded into the resurrection contracts of Hades, etching them deep within our souls.

They believe our entire Era to be an error that must be corrected, and what happened in Westerburg has proven that even the formidable Circle Tower has long been under their shadow.

We have said enough.

Sheron, you must leave!"

"The fourth book in the fifth row of the third bookshelf... it contains what you need."

Count Secomel clearly understood why his daughter and her most loyal Knight risked returning to these ruins, and he succinctly said:

"Sheron, you must renew the Protector’s pact with the Spirit of the Mountain Woods in the name of Count Cico, to rebuild the traditional power of the Xico Wing Cavalry. The ceremonial items for the pact are in the ancestral tombs of the Xikemeier family.

The place has been destroyed by war, but you must retrieve the Holy Grail of Woodland!

Without the blessing from the mountain woods, the restoration of the Winged Cavalry is doomed to be nothing more than an empty shell that cannot withstand any evil."

"Valande..."

"Present!"

The Grey Vulture Knight stood upright, his hand on his Longsword, facing his former master who had become the Hades Lord, and the old Count spoke hoarsely:

"Protect my daughter as you protected me, as you protected your honor."

"I swear!"

The Knight responded solemnly.

"Go quickly, death’s call is already at your doorstep."

Countess Secomel’s Spiritual Body trembled continuously, and her pained expression became a scream as she rebuked:

"Leave this place! Never set foot in these ruins during the night again, for their eyes will patrol this land of death under the cloak of darkness. We can still control the Undead beneath the city, but when the time of our inevitable separation comes, you must turn your weapons against us!"