My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1384 - 467. Tear Flesh’s All-Out Effort_2

Chapter 1384: 467. Tear Flesh’s All-Out Effort_2

Shit, is this a joke?

Such a long time spent building these two lines of defense and the outposts guarding key positions, are we just giving them up now?

All it would take is to send out troops to take down the outposts, and once the two armies clash, how could those timid living creatures ever stand a chance against the fearless Skeleton Army? Has this old man gone mad?

"Whatcha looking at! Carry out the orders!"

Tear Flesh gave a cold glare at this simpleton who was still dumbfounded.

The latter, with a start, dared not linger any longer, tugged his hood and limped away.

After that guy with a belly full of complaints left, Tear Flesh tapped the ground lightly with the Soul Decay Staff in hand, the Spiritual Energy surged as it sealed off the windows here and activated a barrier to prevent eavesdropping.

After completing all this, Tear Flesh staggered towards the core area where he was.

It activated the earthy-yellow crystal floating in front of him.

This object was the heart of both the Mage Tower and the entire town’s Spiritual Defense System, but it wasn’t crafted by the Jackalwolf Tribe.

The style and color of this protection crystal were clearly the work of the Silver Dwarfs’ Earth Priest, the only ones with enough skill to engrave so many unfathomable patterns on a gemstone, and without damaging its integrity, shaping it into the core of a Mage Tower.

In fact, this was the exclusive talent of the Silver Dwarfs, with over seventy percent of the Mage Towers on this Continent being designed and built by the Gaia Priests of the Silver Dwarfs. Presumably, when this centuries-old Mage Tower before Tear Flesh was not yet abandoned, there must have been a group of Silver Dwarfs stationed here.

As the crystal emitted a light sound, Tear Flesh contacted his apprentice, Lame Claw, who was still busy within the tower.

He asked:

"My most gifted disciple, tell me, how much longer until our ’King’ awakes?"

"I don’t know!"

Lame Claw provided a terrible answer.

But this didn’t mean that the corpse constructor was messing around or joking. In fact, Lame Claw sincerely did not know, and answered madly:

"To provide sufficient power for my King, I’ve stuffed all the vampire hearts I had on hand into his body.

This method is highly effective. The power from midnight is now flowing in my King’s shrunken carcass, but even the synergy of nearly twenty vampire hearts can’t keep his divine Gold Body operational for long!

I cannot guarantee that my King will have the same combat strength as he had in life after awakening. I can only enhance his destructive power as much as possible.

Tear Flesh, I need some venom from Ningkinanka to act as the ’blood’ flowing within my King’s withered body. The venom from those legendary creatures not only can provide my King with ample power, but also allow it to regain the ability to wield corrosive poisons and toxic rain.

Whatever you plan to use him for, with these abilities, your goals could be achieved much faster!

Bring them to me!

If possible, find me some stronger hearts of vampires.

Ah, our time is so limited, such perfect material! If only you could give me a bit more time, this would definitely be the most perfect masterpiece of my life!"

"There’s no more time, what a pity."

Tear Flesh felt a lot more relaxed as Lame Claw was making good progress, it took a deep breath and said:

"I will send over that fresh venom, you tighten up the last of your time to restore my King’s combat power. We need the greatest leader of the Jackalwolf Tribe to fight one more time for his good-for-nothing offspring.

Yes.

For the last time.

By the way, you’ve been trying to wake my King’s body, but what about his soul? Without the soul of the King of Bone Biting, this body cannot achieve true greatness."

"Can’t summon it back, Tear Flesh."

Even the mad Lame Claw spoke with a strong sense of frustration.

He said:

"I’ve tried thirteen methods, and performed all the Summoning skill rituals from the Ghost Mystic Manual you gave me, but my King’s soul that has fallen into Netherworld hasn’t responded, as if it’s not in the Netherworld at all. This is an extremely rare occurrence.

Tear Flesh...

Do you think, do you think that my King’s soul could still be wandering in the world of the living?"

Hearing Lame Claw’s question, Tear Flesh’s heart skipped a beat.

An astonishing speculation suddenly surfaced in its mind—if the King of Bone Biting had fallen in the Creator’s Land, could it be possible that his soul was also trapped in the same place?

Maybe that’s why the damned explorer didn’t allow itself to follow him into the depths of Creator’s Land...

The twilight mongrels want to trap the greatest soul of the Jackalwolf Tribe to force it to serve them.

Damn it!

Tear Flesh clenched its claws tighter.

It felt it might have guessed a sliver of "the truth," but no way could it divulge this information about Creator’s Land to Lame Claw.

The guy’s brain was already utterly broken, who knew if he’d spread this news everywhere?

So, faced with Lame Claw’s inquiry, after pondering for a moment, Tear Flesh said:

"I don’t know either, after all, I’m just an ordinary Jackal Warlock, I don’t know much about the mysteries of death. Perhaps only priests from the Moon Holy City would be able to answer your question.

Well, if the soul is missing, then it’s missing. As long as the Gold Body can move, that’s enough."