My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2496 - 833: My Name Is Murphy, an Ordinary Handsome Vampire

Lena was quite impressive at this moment.

She didn’t appear alone in front of the three Commanders. As Murphy’s offspring, having Handsome Murphy arrived here via Eden District’s travel network and took over the Farwalker Headquarters track control a few minutes ago, this unlucky person who had been transferred here two days ago was given Commander permissions for this place.

Therefore, Lena had an armed Intelligent Defender on each side, with a commanding presence that was full of Commander authority. Coupled with Lena’s signature ice queen demeanor, she resembled an apt vampire lackey at the moment.

Being Defenders equipped for military purposes, the weapons fitted on the two "Automated Soldiers" protecting Lena were evidently not the "security model" from the Swamp Forbidden Area but rather genuine weapons of destruction. This also made the black-coated Intelligent Defenders bigger, and the V-shaped aim red dots on their helmets increased their intimidation factor, making Lena’s words carry more weight.

This is the perfect mechanical Slaughterer, albeit with one regret: like the Defenders in the Swamp Forbidden Area, their behavioral logic was locked from the factory, able to operate only in designated zones. Not even the Lord Administrator could command them into battlefields that weren’t theirs.

However, the people in front her weren’t aware of this, their attention focused entirely on Lena.

She herself was a Golden One, and this impressive entrance further enshrouded her with a layer of mysterious aura.

Although in a previous teleportation error she was almost killed by these dangerous Mechanical Hunters in the ruins, Mannis’ command from Murphy prevented her from recklessly delving deeper into this perilous place. But those distressing incidences were clearly not details these unfortunate individuals needed to know.

"Vampire? Blood Vulture Clan?"

General Misoyan, who dealt frequently with Transylvania, maintained the standard posture of a national military salute, asking:

"So, are you a servant of the recently prominent Governor of Transia?"

"I don’t consider myself a servant, but you’re not wrong saying that."

Lena shrugged, too lazy to clarify this statement further, made a "follow me" gesture, saying:

"Only the three of you are allowed in, everyone else waits outside!

Master Murphy mentioned that some programs in these ruins are old and malfunctioning, causing certain Automated Soldiers to enter a state of chaotic maintenance where they can’t distinguish friend from foe. A safe zone hasn’t been established yet, so it’s best not to venture recklessly or we won’t be responsible for casualties."

"But how did you manage to take over this great land of creation?"

Umon Priest looked at the "sacred relic" bestowed by the Grand Priest before leaving the Origin Land, shouting in some disbelief:

"Vampires and the Creator system are entirely different destinies, you shouldn’t possess such power!"

"We don’t, but Master Murphy does."

Lena said emotionlessly:

"He’s a magical vampire, you’ll understand once you meet him. For now, don’t ask too much, let’s go."

The Golden Vampire turned arrogantly to lead the way, not because she intended to be so disrespectful, but mainly because her knowledge of the matter wasn’t particularly deep. Continued questioning might expose her limitations.

She was merely an ordinary Spiritual Overlord who enjoyed playing with big fireballs and Dragon Breath technique, and although she knew about the creations and mysteries of this Golden Era, her knowledge wasn’t extensive enough to maintain an "omniscient and omnipotent" image in front of the "professional" Sanghai People. Therefore, she left it to Master Murphy to handle these affairs that seemed more mystical.

The three Commanders exchanged glances, and a few seconds later, Miss Filoseer was the first to move forward.

She carried her mechanical battle bow while stepping into the land of creation, standing there to accept the beam scan from the mechanical door to gain temporary visitor permissions.

Looking at the Ranger General’s demeanor, it was clear she wasn’t entering the land of creation for the first time; surely she had similar experiences beforehand.

Sanghai People required no further explanation.

These guys have been interacting with creation legacies all their lives, so Umon Priest also pushed his body to complete the permission granting. Murphy, busy somewhere, even sent an emergency hover wheelchair equipped with simple first aid gear, ensuring the severely injured Umon Priest didn’t have to walk to meet him.

Seeing the hover wheelchair, Umon Priest sighed deeply in relief, climbed on it, wore the breathing mask over his blue face, and entered a brief rest to let the first aid gear take effect.

He himself could barely hold on.

Initially thinking his life would remain in the Dark Mountain Range, yet surprisingly a twist of fate bestowed the Creator’s healing upon him. Ah, we Sanghai People are indeed the Creator’s favored children, receiving blessings from the Creator in every dire situation.

As for the last one to enter the ruins, Major General Misoyan wasn’t burdened with such thoughts.

He mimicked the stance of the previous two to accept the scan and was granted visitor permissions, then followed behind Lena into the ruins, looking around without reservation.

To humans, the land of creation is indeed a quite mysterious concept. Major General Misoyan had only heard bizarre stories before, knowing well that in the entire history of Nordtof, the number of adventurers fortunate enough to contact the land of creation would not exceed ten.