My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1388 - 468. Those damn duplicate keys and door-opening tasks are so annoying_3

Chapter 1388: 468. Those damn duplicate keys and door-opening tasks are so annoying_3

"We should have results within three days at most, you guys don’t need to wait for us.

If it really works, we might be able to completely bypass the series of constraints set by the development team and make a straightforward beeline for victory!"

"Did you guys find some strange BUG?"

Brother Cat whispered:

"From what you’re saying, this BUG seems quite powerful, doesn’t it? But you know, the development team is really serious about cracking down on exploiting BUGs. Just look at what happened to Brother Meow and Stick Brother before. What I mean is that you should take it easy, don’t overdo it."

"How can this be called a BUG?"

Ayu argued with her arms crossed:

"We’re just finding some clues that can be exploited in the lines of the local legends, alright? If the development team doesn’t want us to start from this angle, they shouldn’t have set up such background stories in the first place.

We can’t say too much now, to prevent other sly ghosts from sniffing out our plans for a taste of early experience, ruining the whole thing, can we?

Anyway, you guys try to pass the level normally first.

We’re just making a backup plan.

If we do reach Plague Town and find things aren’t right, it’s not too late to initiate this adventurous scheme."

"Alright, let’s do that."

Teacher Li nodded his head, and Zou Lan, who came on behalf of the Eight Elites, had no objections. However, this guy proposed a rather whimsical request.

Because the Eight Elites are a famous "Heretics gang".

Among their eight members, four are Cunning Magicians, and four are Coffin Bearers. A common trait of these two professions is the need to find resentful spirits or undead creatures to bind and manipulate in order to improve their skill proficiency, especially for the Necromancer’s junior profession, the Coffin Bearer, where unique Undead Servants are considered "combat resources."

Therefore, Zou Lan hopes the other two teams can lend a hand; if they encounter any strange undead during the assault on Plague Town, to please show some mercy and leave them for his eight brothers to study.

These eight characters with peculiar personalities also have their own ambitions!

They have plans to outfit all eight brothers with elite versions of Undead Servants during the Plague Town campaign, as that’s the only way to reflect the "depraved majesty" of players who are followers of a Heretical Sect.

Uh, another reason for Zou Lan’s active participation is that the big financier from Treasure Bay, who has been living quite well, has placed a quirky order with them; the Heretic village chief urgently needs some special resentful spirit samples to enhance his Cunning Magician professional skills.

But the financier is currently too busy happily counting his money amidst the entourage of the four golden flowers, so who has the time to personally come to the battlefield?

Thus, the task of collecting powerful resentful spirits fell onto the heads of the Eight Elites.

Old Huo offered a high bounty for this task, and Zou Lan really couldn’t let it slip away for the sake of team development.

But you can’t say it’s personal gain under the guise of public benefit. After all, during the process of conquering the instance, the Eight Elites did put in a lot of effort. Without them dispelling the surrounding undead, the Western Front guilds couldn’t have moved through the chaotic front lines to get here so quickly.

For instance, players on the other two fronts are still struggling.

"Even though we battle for the majesty of Holy Light and cannot complain about hardships, for the love of Holy Light, the paths through this stinking swamp are so damn hard to traverse, and these cursed undead that deserve to go to Hell keep launching surprise attacks!

Thankfully, we have Treants guarding us, otherwise, just this stretch of road would have cost us more men.

Didn’t they say last night’s bombing was a success?

Then why are there still undead crawling all over the swamp?"

"Damn, the vampire pilots at the front line wouldn’t falsify military intelligence, would they?"

On the southern front, Uncle Fredyng, who had been sent to support the combat, swore without any concern for the dignity of a Holy Knight, but it was no wonder since the group behind him was filled with grumbles, even the usually energetic and dignified Miss Biqi had wilted.

She hadn’t bathed in nine whole days...

Fully armed every day, she felt that she was turning into a stinky tin can, but what maddened Biqi the most was, despite everyone slogging through the swamp, why could her best friend, the Knight of Liwen, still maintain a clean and soft, fragrant appearance?

"Don’t look at me like that, this is the divine power bestowed upon me."

The Knight of Liwen felt Biqi’s resentment and shrugged her shoulders, explaining:

"The Star Realm Dragon is the God of Purification, its followers naturally maintain a natural purity, being untarnished is just the basic ’perk’ of our lifestyle. Speaking of which, would little Biqi like to take some time to hear me describe our Eastern Holy Spirit and the Lord of Purification?"

"No, no! Annoying to death."

Biqi covered her ears and screamed:

"Having Tepar prattling about the Holy Light’s will by my ear every day is annoying enough, don’t you add to the noise. Wow! Wild Undead have appeared! Watch my master hammer throw!"

"Bang"

The spinning heavy hammer was accurately thrown by Biqi, smashing the skull of the skeletal archer emerging from the rotten ground and sending it flying.

This was like poking a hornet’s nest, more Undead surged out from their hiding places, and Biqi, with all her pent-up anger, led the other resentful Holy Knights yelling and charging into the fray against the skeletons.

For a moment, the miserable swamp life was forgotten, and the passion for battle surged back into the fighters’ minds.

Knight Liwen did not join the battle, riding on her horse.

This Half Dragonborn Knight just sat there quietly, then she tilted her head to listen to the invisible voice, and after a few seconds, lowered her head and whispered:

"As you say, they have yet to find the path forward, like confused and belligerent rams, but they will not always be this way... Didn’t you also say last time that a slight disturbance to near undetectable levels has already occurred in the subspace?

Though it’s still faint, like a tender cry, it signifies that the seeds of some change have been sown.

My Lord.

May you treat these foreigners and their faith kindly. They are not bad people; in fact, I think they are precisely the kind of people that this world, drifting towards chaos, needs most.

Not to advocate any authority, not to achieve any purpose, but to fight solely for the most beautiful part of humanity."

Another invisible breeze blew, causing the Knight of Liwen to open her eyes again.

The change in her green snake-like pupils represented the great power that was observing the material world through the eyes of a human, and in just a few seconds, that power withdrew, leaving only a tender response for its unique follower.

Perhaps, the mysterious and powerful Star Realm Dragon was also anticipating this change, which is currently only a ripple, for even the smallest seed can grow into a towering tree with time.

Each Star Giant is born this way, as if a new miracle is about to unfold in this chaotic era.

One day, the power known as Holy Light will answer the longing and the call...

Yes.

One day.