My Players Are So Fierce-Chapter 328:

Femis knew she had fallen for the enemy’s bait.

She knew she was walking into danger, but she had no choice.

Because the information sent to her perception by that secretive figure just now was already threatening her with the seed of life within her body. They claimed that if she didn’t keep the appointment, the destruction of Crimson Citadel would be brought about by Femis’s own hands.

There was also information about that vampire abomination created by Salrokdar. These two things perfectly struck at the young lady’s most vulnerable points, which were also her greatest concerns after starting her new life.

She was no longer afraid of the troubles that her ugly past would bring her, but now she didn’t want to drag the family that had re-accepted her into difficulties because of herself. As one of the Blood Vulture Clan’s leaders, no one understood better than Femis the thorny situation that Tris and Murphy were facing right now.

She might find it difficult to be part of the solution, but she didn’t want to become a new problem.

However, as a Spirit Master, Femis wasn’t reckless.

While heading to the location indicated by the spirit energy, she didn’t forget to send a message to Tris using the Computation Bead.

If something really went wrong, only a Spirit Sovereign like Tris could arrive to provide support in the shortest time. But what was Tris doing right now? The message was sent but there was no response?

This made Femis’s heart sink.

Could something have happened on Tris’s end as well?

But there was no time for further thought now. About 1 kilometer away from where the caravan was ambushed, under a remote hillside, the young lady sensed a midnight barrier erected ahead.

This should be where those Wolfsbane ambushers were hiding before, and what made Femis feel great pressure was that this barrier, whether in terms of scale or spirit energy flow efficiency, was more advanced than the technique she had used before.

In other words, the other side also had a Spirit Master, and their academic achievements were much higher than hers.

“Come in and talk, my dear child.”

Just as Femis was hesitating, a woman’s voice sounded from ahead. This gentle voice with a hint of languor struck the young lady’s mind like lightning, as if tearing through layers of mist.

Breaking through those memories both true and false, it uncovered the forcibly forgotten fragments deep in Femis’s mind.

This voice!

She would never forget that familiar unique feeling, this was her mother’s voice, the voice that had accompanied her since childhood.

Femis took a deep breath.

She knew she had encountered the real mastermind. All the questions hidden in her heart might get answers tonight, so she cautiously cast a shield spell on herself before stepping into the midnight barrier before her.

What appeared before her was a camp.

The silent, ascetic Blood Servants were now busy packing up the camp’s decorations, in a busy state of evacuation, but at the edge of the camp stood several cages still holding a few vampires who had been tortured within an inch of their lives. 𝘙à𝐍𝘰ꞖÈ𝙎

In front of the only tent that remained intact, a chair and small round table like those used by ladies for afternoon tea were arranged very properly.

Two chairs front and back, a mature lady in a white dress was holding a cup of tea as if waiting for guests to arrive.

Femis felt she had never seen this face before, she couldn’t find any traces related to her in any corner of her tattered memories, but the fact was that when she saw this woman she was already certain this was her mother.

That feeling of spiritual resonance couldn’t be faked.

This was the legendary Lady Cecilia, Salrokdar’s human mistress and the dangerous figure who single-handedly orchestrated the destruction of Kadman City.

She was no longer human.

From that overly pale skin and the blood light flickering in her eyes, it was clear that this lady had gone down the irreversible path of vampirism, and the ancient blood she obeyed most likely came from Old Edward, the Wolfsbane Grand Duke.

She had become Wolfsbane Clan’s “rising star” and established her own powerful faction within the Wolfsbane Clan based on the Blood Vulture traitors she led.

They replaced Greyclaw and called themselves “Wolf Vultures”, which was truly a name full of questionable points in various ways.

“You’ve grown up, my daughter.”

Seeing Femis standing motionless, Lady Cecilia smiled, putting down her teacup and looking at her daughter who had grown into a graceful young lady with motherly tenderness all over her face.

She smiled and said:

“Why are you just standing there? Come over and talk with your poor mother, we don’t have much time before that annoying Crimson Witch comes to interfere. Look, Femis, your mother didn’t need to appear here, but I still squeezed out time at this dangerous juncture to come.

Just to not miss meeting my daughter again.”

“Your demeanor is perfect, just like a more mature version of me, however, I haven’t seen any sincerity in your actions and bearing!”

The young lady very impolitely rebuked:

“Just an astral projection. You keep saying you won’t hold anything back from me, but you don’t even dare to come in person to your former homeland?”

“Ah, I thought you would understand your poor mother’s difficulties.”

Faced with Femis’s rebuke, Lady Cecilia showed a very helpless and sad expression.

Against the background of people bustling about behind her, she stood up and walked to a few steps away from the young lady, maintaining her lady’s bearing while playing with the lady’s fan in her hand as she said softly:

“To take you back from that old madman, I sold everything I had to an organization whose name I can’t even speak, but I don’t regret it, my daughter.

Being able to see you wisely escape from the ugly trap Salrokdar set for you has already satisfied me.

This proves all my sacrifices were worthwhile.

Next, I hope to save you again, my daughter, to rescue you from an inevitable great destruction and extend your beautiful life.

Don’t feel sad for me and my sacrifices.

I was willing.

Like all mothers in the world, I’m willing to give everything I can for my beloved, for you, and fortunately, so far, my employer has been generous enough.”

These words had already revealed a lot of information.

At least for Femis, she already knew quite a lot of inside story.

So she asked in return:

“So, joining the Wolfsbane Clan was also just ‘master’s mission’? Does Old Edward know about this? I guess he doesn’t, otherwise that old dog wouldn’t dare to take in such a hot potato like you.

As for that organization you keep saying you sold everything to, it’s ‘Dusk’, right?”

Femis’s questions made Lady Cecilia’s expression change slightly.

She said in a deep voice:

“How do you know about them? No! You shouldn’t know any of this, you must forget everything you know, this is a quagmire! I’ve already jumped in so you should stay pure and clean.

I originally thought leaving you in Transia would be better for your growth, but now it seems I made a terrible mistake, letting you stay with that bastard Tris is a big problem. The Crimson Witch will never learn to accept the grace of fate, and her terrible rebellious spirit will eventually drag you into an abyss too.

My daughter, you must come with me now.

You must leave here!

I will arrange for you to start a new life in another absolutely safe place.

Listen!

Don’t resist, then you won’t feel pain.”

Lady Cecilia raised her hand toward Femis, a crimson mixed with unique gray spirit energy coiled around trying to form chains to bind the young lady.

But the humming from the Night Howl Staff burst forth with blazing spirit energy splashing as the young lady gripped the weapon with both hands and hammered it into the ground, blood-colored and golden flowing light intertwined into a circle of protective spells clearing away all filth within three feet around her in an instant.

Caught off guard, the gray spirit energy in Lady Cecilia’s hand exploded from the impact.

Its aftershocks affected the stability of this astral projection, making her body flicker with strange snow-like patterns like a disturbed electronic screen, only stabilizing the spirit energy projection after continuously retreating several steps.

She looked at her daughter in surprise.

The spell Femis just used was definitely not the traditional power of vampire spirit mages! It didn’t even come from midnight, this was from Lord Payne’s “private teachings”, but Femis really hadn’t expected to use it so soon. The young lady stood in the protective spell emanating intertwined white and red flowing light, looking at her mother with a kind of incomprehensible gaze.

She said:

“Why are you involved with chaos spirit energy? So the source of power behind Dusk comes from the subspace? No wonder you could lure father to open dangerous rifts in the Blood Vulture Halls. You’ve been bewitched by chaos consciousness, mother.

Any words you speak can’t be trusted, you don’t even know what you’re saying yourself!

This meeting has disappointed me.

I had hoped to get more comfort from a relative from you.

But all I see is a madwoman who buried her life’s love with her own hands and now plans to drag her daughter into chaos delusion too.”

“You! Everyone has the right to call me mad, but you alone don’t have that right, Femis!”

Lady Cecilia was also angered.

She rebuked with cold eyes:

“I’ve already sacrificed everything I could give for you!”

“But it was Tris and Murphy who really rescued me from despair! It was Finoch and Palanno who gave my father peace! It was the warriors of Crimson Citadel who ended the Blood Vulture disaster! I didn’t see your so-called ‘sacrifices’ have any effect at all in this.

Instead, it was because of your manipulation behind the scenes that Kadman City became ruins overnight, 150,000 people died unjustly, and even Transia was dragged to the brink of destruction because of you.

The whole continent trembles endlessly because of your mad actions.

You only wanted revenge on my father, but there wasn’t even a tiny bit of salvation in this revenge.”

The young lady’s voice was also full of sorrow.

She said:

“Enough, mother, you don’t even know what you’re doing, stop it! Tell me everything you know about Dusk, let me have that slight possibility of freeing your soul from the bonds and temptation of subspace.

Stop continuing!

Everything you do in the name of ‘for my own good’ only makes me more miserable, and even affects more innocent people, enough!”

“That seed!”

Lady Cecilia seemed to want to explain her actions.

Her expression was panicked now, as if the rebuke from her daughter made her mind unsettled, so she spoke somewhat carelessly:

“If not for my sacrifice, that seed in your body would have devoured you long ago, Avalon was never a merciful deity, that was just a psycho from the astral realm! They only bestow so-called mercy because of their ‘frontier sentinel’ duty, but they don’t really care about anything that happens in this world.

You don’t understand, child!

The subspace’s influence on the continent has already penetrated to the bone, and Dusk’s appearance is not the beginning, that’s just the final chapter of the end ringing out.

I really gave everything for you!

You can’t slander your poor mother like this. I admit I did some bad things, but that was all for you.

Listen!

We can’t stay here anymore.

Transia is destined to be the first piece of the puzzle when the age of destruction comes, so-called salvation never existed, but we can win the chance to survive in the next era with our own hands.

Dusk is a ship!

It’s an ark, only by boarding it before the bell of the age of destruction rings will you have a chance for salvation, this is what the ‘Master Monk’ told me personally.

Ah!”

She said information she shouldn’t have, and as punishment the pain made Lady Cecilia lose all dignity and curl up in agony.

The projection before them became unstable, representing that she who was located who knows where was suffering unbearable pain, but soon, the pain dispersed.

Lady Cecilia stood up again.

There was no more of the previous madness and pleading on her face, replaced by an eerie calmness.

As if an invisible hand had reached deep into her brain, stripping away all the weak emotions that a “Dusk apostle” shouldn’t have, leaving only an absolutely rational shell standing there.

“I don’t want to say too much more, Femis.”

Lady Cecilia said calmly:

“You must leave here tonight, when you reach the ‘sanctuary’ I will tell you everything you want to know, you just need to know that your mother exchanged your survival at the cost of self-sacrifice. You may not appreciate this sacrifice, but you have no right to shout at me.”

“Answer my last question!”

This scene like a “personality transformation” made Femis even more desperate, she was a spirit mage, she knew what her mother’s change meant, so she asked in a tone of “no greater sorrow than death of heart”:

“Why did my father sacrifice the whole family to shape an abomination, and why did that thing have to have me as its core to be complete? Was this your manipulation behind the scenes?”

“No, that was Salrokdar’s own mad idea.”

Lady Cecilia seemed to have lost interest in talking.

With a wave of her hand, while her projection dissipated, she raised gray teleportation magic in this barrier, four giant sword guards wrapped in filthy shadows strode out, the gray spirit energy on their bodies intertwined and entangled like dense spider webs, completely sealing off everything around, as if separating this small place from the material world.

When that gray filthy spirit energy contacted and collided with the barrier of the protective spell on Femis now, it burst into dazzling flames echoing in the night, that was the annihilation collapse produced after the collision between extremely positive and extremely filthy powers.

This was the rhythm of forcibly taking away the young lady.

As her projection dissipated at the last moment, she said in a low voice:

“Perhaps you can’t understand, but everything your father did was just to protect you. As for that abomination, silly child, that wasn’t prepared for you.

That was just Salrokdar wracking his brains in his final clarity to ‘steal’ it from our hands, that poor and foolish man wanted to give you the power to survive in the next era.

You are his most perfect creation, and the heir he poured all his energy and expectations into.

He loved you.

But not in the way you hoped.

That’s all.”

“So that so-called ‘Night Mother’ was originally your ‘deification object’ left for Tris?

The skulking ‘Source’ lingering in Transia was also to promote this plan, your real target was always Tris!”

Just as the young lady felt shocked by the truth, Murphy’s voice sounded from outside the midnight barrier.

With the sound of Necessary Evil tearing open the barrier’s spirit energy flow path making it completely collapse, the vampire lord strode into this scene of “mother-daughter meeting”.

He looked at Lady Cecilia who only had the last trace of virtual image left.

He said:

“No wonder Zweig kept shouting about some ‘path to deification’ before death, the so-called ‘path to deification’ was never left for Femis.

The one who should have faced and completed the abomination that night should have been Tris.

Only because Salrokdar altered your plan did both Femis and Tris survive by coincidence.

Ah, my poor old clan leader.

He really was a bastard, but we really misunderstood him too.”

“Murphy?”

Lady Cecilia’s projection completely disappeared.

But her cold voice still echoed in the howling night, she said harshly:

“You little brat know too much, I hope you left a will for your beloved Tris before leaving Crimson Citadel, poor wretch! You’re just a mantis trying to stop a wheel, being crushed to powder is your final deserved end.

Right here! Tonight, ha, Transia will lose its new master, I wonder if this land you love so deeply will weep for you?”