My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 967 - 328. Shocking! Turns out the young lady is just a backup option! - [4/15]_3

Chapter 967: 328. Shocking! Turns out the young lady is just a backup option! - [4/15]_3

Her posture was one of panic, as if the rebuke from her daughter had unsettled her, leading to some indiscreet words:

"Had it not been for my sacrifice, that seed within you would have already devoured you. Avalon has never been a benevolent Divine Spirit. It’s just a madman from the Star Realm! They merely descend so-called mercy because of the duty of the ’Frontier Guards’, but they do not care about anything that happens in this world.

You don’t understand, child!

The influence of Subspace on the Continent has already seeped deep into the marrow, and the emergence of Dusk is not the beginning; it’s merely the final Chapter of the end.

I truly gave everything for you!

You cannot slander your poor mother... I admit I’ve done some bad things, but it was all for you.

Listen to me!

We can no longer stay here.

Transylvania is doomed to be the first piece of the puzzle when the Era of Destruction arrives. There never was such a thing as salvation, but we can fight with our own hands for the chance to survive into the next Era.

Dusk is a ship!

It is an ark, and only by stepping onto it before the bells of the Era of Destruction toll can you hope to be redeemed. This is what the Monk Leader told me himself...

Ah!"

Madam Cecilia writhed in agony, losing all propriety as punishment for speaking information she shouldn’t have.

The projection in front of her became unstable, signaling that wherever she was, she was experiencing unbearable pain, but soon, the agony dissipated.

Madam Cecilia stood up once more.

Gone was the madness and pleading from her face, replaced with a chilling calmness.

It was as if invisible hands were probing deep into her brain, stripping away all the weak emotions that shouldn’t exist in an ’Apostle of Dusk’, leaving behind nothing but an absolutely rational shell standing there.

"I don’t want to say too much anymore, Phemys."

Madam Cecilia said calmly:

"You must leave tonight. When you reach the ’Sanctuary,’ I will tell you everything you want to know. You just need to understand that your mother exchanged her sacrifice for your survival. You may not appreciate this sacrifice, but you have no right to yell at me."

"You answer me one last question!"

The scene of ’personality transformation’ before her made Phemys more desperate. She was a Psychic and she knew what her mother’s change signified, so she asked in a tone of ’greater sorrow than death’:

"Why did my father sacrifice the entire family to create a Divine Abomination, and why does it specifically need me as its core to be complete? Is this something you were conspiring behind the scenes?"

"No, that was Salockdale’s own mad idea."

Madam Cecilia seemed to have lost interest in speaking.

With a wave of her hand, her projection started to fade, and at the same time, grey Teleportation Magic rose within the enchantment, as four guardians wrapped in corrupt shadows and greatswords stepped forward. The grey Spiritual Energy on them linked and intertwined like dense spider webs, sealing everything around, as if this small area was being peeled from the Material World.

The grey Corrupt Energy clashed with the Protection Spell on Phemys and burst into dazzling flashes of light echoing under the night sky, an annihilation and collapse resulting from the clash of extremely righteous and extremely foul Strengths.

This was an attempt to forcibly take the young Miss away.

As her projection faded away, she said softly:

"Perhaps you can’t understand, but everything your father did was to protect you... As for the Divine Abomination, foolish child, it wasn’t meant for you.

It was Salockdale’s desperate attempt in his final moments of clarity to ’steal’ it from our hands; that poor and stupid man wanted to give you the Strength to survive in the next Era.

You are his most perfect creation, the inheritor of all his energy and expectations.

He loves you.

But not in the way you hoped.

That’s all."

"So that so-called ’Mother of Midnight’ was originally the ’Path to Divinity’ you left for Cui Si? The ’The Origin’ that’s been lingering in Transylvania was there to advance this plan, and your real target has always been Cui Si!"

As the young Miss was struck with astonishment by the truth, Murphy’s voice came from outside the midnight enchantment.

With the necessary evil tearing through the spiritual channels of the enchantment, collapsing it, the Vampire Lord strode into the scene of this ’mother-daughter reunion.’

He looked at the last wisp of Madam Cecilia’s projection.

He said:

"No wonder Zivig was roaring about ’Path to Divinity’ before he died. The so-called ’Path to Divinity’ was never intended for Phemys.

It was Cui Si who should have confronted the Divine Abomination that night and completed it... Only because Salockdale tampered with your plans, by some coincidece, both Phemys and Cui Si survived.

Ah, my poor old Clan Leader.

He really was a bastard, but we truly misunderstood him."

"Murphy?"

The projection of Madam Cecilia completely disappeared.

But her icy voice still echoed through the howling night. She said harshly:

"You little Vampire know too much. Just hope you left a will for your beloved Cui Si before you left Crimson Castle, you pathetic insect! You’re just a mantis trying to stop the wheels, and being crushed to pieces is the end you deserve.

Right here! Tonight, Transylvania will lose its new Lord, and I wonder if this land you loved so deeply will cry for you?"