My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1269 - 429. Dwarf Marshal: Why are things always so bad in Transylvania?!

Chapter 1269: 429. Dwarf Marshal: Why are things always so bad in Transylvania?!

"Is it stuck? Why won’t this array stop?"

At the edge of the battlefield on the East Prussia border, near the ruins of a destroyed town’s outskirts and a large cemetery, students who had just crushed the undead Jackal Warlocks in fierce combat gathered here.

Physical profession users were still resisting the attack of the newly emerged Skeleton Army on the perimeter, while those with casting professions were clustered in the center of the cemetery, staring at the array left by the Jackal Warlocks, wide-eyed.

Before Cheche and Good Pigeon was an obviously still-active necromancy summoning technique, set up by those Jackal People using evil Spiritual Energy skulls, the blood of innocents, and bizarre corpse wax candles.

The runes flickering with a gloomy light around it were styles they had never seen before, and the aura of the Netherworld that lurked there was expanding rapidly, like a long-lasting, invisible living entity.

Its every "breath" caused several coffins within the cemetery to stir.

Due to the decade-long war, the number of soldiers and deceased buried in this cemetery and those nearby was a terribly high number, so if Cheche and Good Pigeon couldn’t stop this ritual before it concluded, even if they crushed the Jackal Warlocks here tonight, the continuously awakened undead would still brutally "cleanse" the surrounding area with their loathing for the living.

Right now, the Jackal Warlocks were being hunted down one after another by the Rushing River Knights Group, and the threat they brought had been weakened. However, the leaderless Skeleton Army wouldn’t just dissipate on their own. Without their master’s manipulation, they had entered an even more dangerous "wandering mode."

"Damn it, there are at least four thousand wandering undead on this, not so large, battlefield right now!"

Cheche screamed while clutching his Magic Wand:

"If this goes on, are we going to spontaneously generate an army of ten thousand right here? Gebao, quickly use your brain and think of something!"

"I do have a damn idea!"

Good Pigeon retorted with a roll of his eyes:

"I’m a ’Blood Inquisitor,’ not a purifier. You should be looking for a Priest of Avalon for a ritual that’s clearly already beyond stopping mid-way. But if you really want an idea, I do have one."

Gebao glanced around, then looked up at the sky, whispering:

"Didn’t all the players with the Psychic profession learn ’Star-world Tear’ during the decisive battle at Andma Hills?

Although I don’t quite understand how that thing works, I think if we can cause a ’catastrophe’ here, not only can we rely on the impact of the Star Realm Spiritual Energy to disperse the ritual, but if played right, we might be able to banish all the Skeleton Army causing chaos here to the Star Realm.

Hey!

Isn’t that a green, natural, pollution-free way to deal with it?

Besides being a bit creepy, I can hardly find any reason not to do it."

"Uh..."

Faced with Good Pigeon’s suggestion, Cheche, another Psychic player, retorted with rolled eyes:

"While everything you said makes sense, don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking. You bastard just want to try out the feeling of ’dropping a nuke’ on enemy territory. You’re truly a villain!"

"Alright, you got me there."

Good Pigeon didn’t refute but twirled his crimson Magic Wand, drawing out his words:

"So, don’t you want that too? The dev team taught us such widespread destructive Summoning Techniques to encourage us to use them boldly in special circumstances, right? Isn’t the current situation special enough?

Letting nearly ten thousand Ghouls and Skeleton Army rampage here would be enough to turn this place and the nearby Banks City into a wasteland, don’t overthink!

We are saving people, my dear Cheche."

"But this ritual needs at least five Psychics to perform!"

Cheche frowned and said:

"And the instructions for the ritual made it very clear that we need a ritual core capable of storing massive amounts of Spiritual Energy and breaching the barriers of the Star Realm, and that’s only feasible in places like Transylvania where the boundaries of the physical world are very fragile.

We only satisfy the last condition now."

"Hey, where there’s a will, there’s a way."

Good Pigeon didn’t seem to care about the difficulties; he immediately logged into the forum of the game, calling for all the Psychics who had learned "Catastrophe" to quickly come to the border battlefield.

But before his post went viral, Good Pigeon received a private message from "Lady Shui" in the game:

"Troublemaker! Withdraw your post! You little fool, don’t bother with that still-active necromancy ritual, just pretend you didn’t see it! You little idiot, do you want to throw away the construction points given to you? What kind of household do you have?

So extravagant!

The dev team is spoon-feeding you, and you still want to spit it out?"

"Huh?"

The scolding from "Lady Shui" surprised Good Pigeon, and he hurriedly asked for clarification, but "Lady Shui" said they would arrive at the battlefield soon and discuss it then.

The two student Psychic users looked at each other and decided not to take any action for the time being.

They had a lot of respect for the wisdom of "Lady Shui" and the Silver Moon Pride Team. In the recent period, several impressive moves by the girls’ group had brought them benefits hard to imagine for ordinary players. While the students didn’t care much about maximizing benefits, faced with the opportunity to gain 100, likely, no one would choose to settle for just 10.

Several minutes later, the Silver Moon Pride Team officially arrived at the battlefield.