My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1129 - 382. The atmosphere suddenly became loyal!_2

Chapter 1129: 382. The atmosphere suddenly became loyal!_2

"This means your journey in Transylvania is different from that of other warriors," Murphy turned briskly and led the way, with the family quickly following behind. Brother Cat knew this must be triggering a hidden plot, and, caring about his younger brother, he closely guarded Murphy and the family.

Uncle Yang kept asking about his son’s condition, to which A Feng honestly replied.

He didn’t immediately ask how long he had been unconscious. From his father’s gaming avatar, he could tell that his father had aged far more than the vigorous middle-aged man in his memory, and his accident must have been tough on him.

He was clearly a sensible child, always clutching his father’s hand and accepting his father’s constant caring inquiries.

Brother Cat’s face was filled with emotion.

Honestly, before coming to the magical land of Transylvania, he had no hope of seeing his brother again.

Only goes to show, Sir Morphy’s land is indeed a Land of Miracles.

The three of them, under Murphy’s leadership, entered the deepest level of the corridor, not yet open to players. It was still in a collapsed state and not fully cleared, but several chambers had been cleaned up to serve as a secret "research station."

As they approached, they immediately felt an inescapable chill looming over the area, and Brother Cat instantly recognized the sensation as identical to the experience on the third level of the sewer, stricken with the aura of Hades. He immediately gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist.

But seeing Sir Morphy ignoring everything and continuing forward, the three had no choice but to follow.

"Snap"

The door was pushed open, and amidst the dimness, a strange voice could be heard:

"Do not disturb me! I’ve said before, my only requirement for toiling for you is to seek some peace, oh my! Nowadays, not even a pitiful, cynical ’Necromancer’ can get such a tiny request fulfilled...

Wait, I feel something...

!!!

What strange creature have you brought?

Why do I see a weird Spiritual Body, a peculiar deceased...

No!

Not yet dead, but the soul has already left the body.

Interesting..."

Corpse Sorcerer Bella immediately sensed A Feng’s condition as he entered the room, and this "work in the dark" fellow was instantly intrigued.

He snapped his fingers in a strange manner, igniting ominous green phosphorescence in the four corners of the room, illuminating the area and revealing everything to everyone present.

Scattered around were bones being processed, not human bones, but those of warhorses. Dressed in a black robe of the undead, Corpse Sorcerer Bella was busy at a workbench, with two other assembled skeleton horses perched on the nearby rack, only missing those characteristic "details."

On the workbench in front of Bella lay two-thirds of a skeleton warhorse’s body pieced together, yet it seemed as if he was attempting to attach huge black bat wings to the spine of the warhorse.

It appeared that he wanted to create a kind of flying monster never before seen.

At this moment, the necromancer put down his work, leaning on a pale bone staff adorned with jackal-warlock skulls, and hobbled towards A Feng. With his shriveled-up, mummy-like face, marked with strange, dark red tattoos, and blue flames in his eyes, he scrutinized this peculiar Spiritual Body.

Honestly, if seeing a handsome Vampire was thrilling yet fantastical, then being evaluated by the necromancer in front of them left A Feng with only the thrill of horror.

This thing was clearly not good news!

"Don’t touch me!"

Seeing the Corpse Sorcerer Bella reaching out to touch him, A Feng immediately snarled, and Niurou Bowl also drew his Longsword, ready to protect his regained son.

This reaction displeased Bella, who stepped back and said:

"Murphy, control your pets!"

"I think you should use a different term; they are my warriors, and you... Sir Bella, you seem more like my misbehaving ’pet.’"

Murphy snorted and said:

"Use your necromantic knowledge to check the condition of this warrior. I need to know his current situation."

"No need to check, the situation is already very bad."

The Necromancer emitted a deeply unsettling, ghastly dry laugh, drawing out his words:

"This is a Spiritual Body summoned out of its shell, not by the mysteries of death but from an irreversible accident.

He has no idea how to protect himself in this situation, his spirit substance is dissipating, although slowly, eventually he will fade away.

Unless...

He learns to invoke the Strength of Hades to protect himself before his soul disperses!

That would not only allow him to solidify his existence safely in the Material World, but he would also receive the Power of Death’s blessing, allowing him to stand strong.

If you ask me, this is an opportunity!

A real fine chance is right before your eyes.

I happen to know that the shameless Jackal Warlock leader, Tear Flesh, has a precious Ghost Mystic Manual, which records the ancient rituals to transform a Spiritual Body into a Necromancer or an "Underworld Knight."

Go get it!

Warriors of Transylvania, if you really want to save this pitiful Spiritual Body, do it quickly! Time is not on his side, and death is never merciful.