My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1375 - 464. Having a boss who does not cooperate with work and whom you also cannot afford to offend is really a headache.

Chapter 1375: 464. Having a boss who does not cooperate with work and whom you also cannot afford to offend is really a headache.

Tell me!

Who on earth are you!"

"Alright, if you must ask, then I will tell you. We are demons from another world, summoned by Sir Morphy, determined to turn this crappy world upside down! We plan to burn down the decayed old world and eat its ashes, then laugh maniacally as we build our eternal Hell on the burning ruins."

Ayu said in a very ’chuunibyou’ manner:

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"Demons from another world?"

The weak Necromancer, tasting this response, sighed astonishingly as Ayu and Cheche watched in awe:

"So that’s how it is, I understand."

"You understand nothing!"

Ayu couldn’t help but laugh.

Jokingly, he said:

"Is your Necromancer brain not working? You really believe such nonsense? But it seems that Sir Bella’s thinking is normal; or maybe you, the Necromancer, indeed have some issues? So, who exactly are you?"

"Hehe."

The weakening Necromancer, about to be recalled into its urn for a long rest, quietly said:

"Rotem Xiu Baldwin, that is my name! Feel honored, Transylvania’s demons from another world, for just a moment ago, you defeated General Winter Wolf..."

"Holy shit!"

This response left Ayu and Cheche dumbfounded.

But before they could ask more, the Necromancer’s skull in their hands lost all Spiritual Energy and shattered with a crack.

Evidently, Uncle Qin’s final attack had destroyed the physical shell of this Necromancer; its persistence here was just to clarify these lunatics’ identities, and from the manner it revealed its name upon departing, this self-proclaimed "General Winter Wolf" actually took Ayu’s bluffed words seriously.

"I remember the highest Commander at Klim Fortress, wasn’t that northerner named Winter Wolf also Baldwin?"

Cheche blinked, looking at the shattered skull in Ayu’s hands, he said:

"So, was this guy his ancestor?"

"Probably."

Ayu regretfully tossed away the remnants of the skull.

His regret stemmed from the possibility of missing out on a very important side mission, but he didn’t care much as seeing the power of rockets and mortars had already filled him with confidence for the upcoming big offensive.

He unfolded his wings and floated in the air, telling Cheche:

"I heard there are many formidable individuals buried in the swamp. Not just General Winter Wolf’s grandfather, maybe later we can find even more big names here.

Let’s go!

Clean up the battlefield.

And send a victorious message to the People’s Army headquarters. This squad is impressive! Perhaps they can become our ace strike team.

And fortunately, their timely assistance helped us avoid disgrace.

Had this Undead Army infiltrated our positions and wrapped us up like dumplings, our good reputation and earlier achievements would have been gone.

Sigh, Major Ron reminded us a few days ago that our battle line was stretched too thin and could be vulnerable to stealth attacks, Gebao and I didn’t take it seriously. Now it seems those with formal military training really are more professional than us wild cards.

Anyway, we owe them a favor.

I’ll discuss with Gebao and once these brothers revive, we should compensate them."

"Yeah, we should."

Cheche agreed without any objection, and the two promptly took action.

Meanwhile, in the office at Blood Vulture Corridor, Murphy, with a serious face, was reviewing "Gatekeeper Uncle Qin’s" application form. He realized there was a flaw in his "review work" as he had overlooked such a big fish...

No!

This might even be said to be at the level of a "deep-sea whale shark."

"Although I am unsure of your exact identity, based on the professional skills you demonstrated earlier and your age, I have a strong reason to suspect at least one star on your shoulder..."

Murphy, propping his chin and covering his eyes, sighed:

"Ah, what virtues or abilities do I, Transylvania deserve?"

"Since they have come, you can’t send them back, can you?"

Beside him, Triss, completely shocked, repeatedly observed the entire highland battle captured from Reveno’s aerial view, leaning forward, she said:

"These guys really are formidable, it seems the war histories on the forum weren’t boasting. If our warriors can reach this level, then the rating given by that self-declared ’General Winter Wolf’ Necromancer is not an exaggeration.

Perhaps we could rule the world in the future?"

"Hmm, aren’t you thinking too far ahead?"

Murphy retorted:

"We should focus on winning the current battle first. Although we confirmed earlier that we wouldn’t interfere, the increasing evidence proves that my beloved little players might just create a miracle beyond my expectations.

I can’t just sit comfortably anymore.

Whether it was the previous divination, my still unexplained worries, or the current situation, all are compelling me to head to the swamp.

Even if just to supervise from there."

"Okay, you go."

Triss didn’t stop him this time; she took out a delicate bat pendant from her clothing, handed it to Murphy and said:

"This is a teleportation charm that can bring you back to me in your most dangerous moment. It’s permanently bound to my real-time coordinates but is a one-time use. This is the culmination of all my knowledge of space Spiritual Energy. I hope it can protect you, just as if I were by your side."