My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1385 - 467. Tear Flesh’s All-Out Effort_3

Chapter 1385: 467. Tear Flesh’s All-Out Effort_3

"You continue your work and wait for my message."

After saying this, Tear Flesh immediately cut off the communication between the two Mage Towers, pacing around in his own "bedroom" with complex excitement.

At this moment, the attacks from the Transia People, the threats from Plague Town, the shifting control over the marshes, and other issues were all cast out of his mind.

Ever since returning from the Land of Creation, Tear Flesh became increasingly indifferent to these "mundane" matters; it was like a young person who had tasted the forbidden fruit, with his entire heart fixated on that irresistible, transcendent existence.

After several minutes of contemplation, ensuring all plans were considered, Tear Flesh picked up the pearl bracelet used to contact the explorer.

He activated the device and patiently waited for the other party’s response, wondering what that damn explorer was doing in the sacred Land of Creation.

Was he studying the obscure knowledge left by the creator?

Or was he unearthing some ancient Divine Artifacts powerful enough to change the world?

Ah, what a lucky mongrel!

But it didn’t matter, soon, he would replace the explorer and qualify to witness the miracles of the creator—an honor deserved by their Wolf People!

Amidst such aimless musings, it took several more minutes before the communication was connected.

The explorer on the other end didn’t seem upset about the disturbance; instead, he responded enthusiastically:

"Ah, Mr. Tear Flesh, what’s happened outside again? To be honest, I don’t care much about the outside anymore. You don’t know, I just learned how to use the precision miracles of the Land of Creation and prepared myself an unimaginably extravagant dinner with that marvelous device.

My poor taste buds can hardly describe the colorful array of flavors.

I even presumptuously used the personal bathroom that was very likely once reserved for Lord Creator.

I can only tell you, our creator really knew how to enjoy life."

"Ah?"

Tear Flesh was completely baffled at this point.

Using the creator’s power for dinner?

Using someone else’s bathroom?

Damn!

Do you even know what you are doing?

In the holiest land closest to the true Divine Spirits, instead of seeking that precious knowledge, you waste your time on these meaningless activities?

You damned fool, you really have chosen a path to your death!

I will represent the great creator and kill you, you unworthy descendant!

A nameless rage ignited within the aged body of Tear Flesh; if he had been granted the qualifications to visit the Land of Creation, he would never indulge in such frivolity.

Driven by this thought, the last bit of guilt in Tear Flesh’s heart also vanished.

He said in his usual slow voice:

"You’re right, explorer, there is trouble outside. The Transia People attacked us with strange weapons, and two of our three defensive lines collapsed overnight; they might reach Plague Town by tomorrow.

I have an agreement with Lord Origin, and I also have an agreement with you. I will hand over all the forces under my command for you to use, but if you don’t come back to take charge soon, I’m afraid the forces you’ll receive later won’t be substantial.

You see, after all, I’ve already got the remains of the King of Bone Biting; I can leave anytime..."

"They’re coming? So soon?"

The explorer was still chewing something on the other end, his actions now tinged with caution, as he crunched something crisp like a snack, and asked:

"Then, please tell me, is Lord Morphy involved in this?"

"How would I know?"

Tear Flesh huffed and said:

"But my Disciples have monitored the activities of the Natural Tree Man in the swamp, and there are many vampires roaming freely in the darkness, so I suspect that the Lord is likely to come, as this is a concentrated elite assault he’s executing.

With such a big event, he should be present."

"Very well, I’ll prepare to head back."

The explorer answered succinctly:

"Since the decoding program has already been activated and it will take a while to get a result, I might as well enjoy this decadent lifestyle while I’m here. Perhaps it’s time to stretch my legs.

Have your men hold on, I’ll be there soon.

Pestilence Town is destined to be Lord Morphy’s burial ground, and his death will please my alluring yet capricious superiors, and even the entire twilight will rejoice over my little victory.

The remote rat lord has caused us a lot of trouble; heaven knows why his vampire senses are always so precise in tracking us.

Ha, maybe it’s just his natural clumsiness, but it doesn’t matter.

Mr. Morphy will undoubtedly become the most lamentable lord of this era, he was meant to have a legendary life, but unfortunately, he messed with the wrong person."

"When will you return? Give me a specific time so I can arrange my evacuation."

Tear Flesh didn’t hide his intentions, speaking in the blunt and rough tone characteristic of the Wolf People:

"This place will soon turn to ruins in your battle with the vampires, and I certainly don’t plan on being buried along with you."

"Two days, three at most."

The explorer returned to his previous carefree demeanor, crunching on something, he said to Tear Flesh:

"I’ll notify you before I arrive. By the way, would you like me to bring some snacks from the creator to ease your boredom? Symbolically speaking, this stuff is truly the ’food of the gods.’

These things called ’potato chips’ are really great, I strongly recommend you try them.

The creator has filled His ’bottomless’ snack jar with them.

All flavors...

You see, the creator likes this snack, I like it too, so doesn’t that make me somewhat akin to the creator?"

"Presumptuous! Arrogant! Madman!"

As Tear Flesh heard the explorer comparing himself to the creator, his disgust intensified.

Did this bastard really know what he was saying?

Daring to defame the god who created the world with such disrespect and even a blasphemous tone...

Wait!

Tear Flesh suddenly blinked.

He seemed to have inadvertently understood a very important question; twilight desires to see the world destroyed, so, these guys’ real enemy is the power left by the creator.

The explorer is not seeking the creator’s land for knowledge, he intends to destroy it!

Ha!

So that’s it.

Ah, great creator, please grant this old Wolf Man strength, bless my actions, and watch how I will harshly punish this heretical scum who dares to tarnish Your magnificent name.

Yes!

Even evils must be ranked at different levels!

And it, Tear Flesh, this time will stand on the unmatched moral high ground to enforce justice on the most deserving bastard!

Hmm, the view from this moral high ground is quite nice, no wonder so many people like to stand here and point fingers at the whole world.