My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1416 - 477. Murphy’s Gold Challenge - Trial Edition_3

Chapter 1416: 477. Murphy’s Gold Challenge - Trial Edition_3

The two plummeted to the ground right into the sights of Ningkinanka, the giant serpent whose eyes were full of rage. It opened its massive jaws to spit out its lethal toxin, intending to bury both the damned undead and the equally detestable vampire!

Just at that moment, amidst the echoing deep cannonade, twenty incendiary shells swept into the chaotic Plague Town. Eight of them struck the trembling Wizard Tower, and the remaining twelve hit the enormous body of the serpent—a target so large it was almost impossible to miss.

Such an attack was meaningless against the gem scales of the giant serpent.

However, whether by the good fortune of the Goldenrod Cannoneers or the serpent’s particularly bad luck, two of the shells, by some fluke, struck right on the wounds on its back. The explosions tore its flesh asunder, causing Ningkinanka to wail in pain as it echoed to the heavens, also forcing the rain of poison it was about to unleash back down its throat.

"Well done!"

From atop a hill outside the town, Colonel Fraser, who was aiming through his spyglass, clenched his fist tightly in triumph and shouted:

"Dune! You damn fine shot! I’m going to commend you for this! But now wipe that stupid smile off your face and keep your gunners firing! Ron, you help too! Today we shall raise Goldenrod’s glory in this swampy land!

We shall make the King and our families proud of us!

Whether it’s legendary creatures or some cursed King of Bone Biting, nothing can conquer our courage!"

At this moment, Major Ron, snatching off his hat and throwing it to the ground, shoved aside a gunner and took over the cannon himself. As he grabbed the Calculating Pearl to aim at the serpent, he roared:

"Damn! This is where warriors belong! Marshal Loren and my old man would surely fancy this place!

Shit!

I’ve actually grown fond of Transylvania; nowhere else would give me the chance to be a part of something like this, keep firing!

Until we’re out of shells!

The Transia Barbarians’ lines are precarious; they need our fire support, we can’t let them look down on us!

Fire!"

"Boom"

Another round of artillery roared across the sky, and without much adjustment to the firing angle, more flames blossomed on the body of the serpent.

Even a legendary creature, repeatedly weakened and grievously wounded during this period, began to falter.

But this was good.

Unhindered by the enraged serpent anymore, Lord Morphy on the ground could now wholeheartedly dive into the battle with the dangerous Gold Undead.

Morphy took this as a "trial" for himself.

He was eager to see how much his recent intensive training in swordsmanship could sharpen his skills. Defeating the Gold Undead was impossible, but at least he shouldn’t be killed in an instant, right?

Morphy clearly understood that he didn’t actually need to defeat the King of Bone Biting; he only needed to buy time to win.

After all, this was a golden body!

And now, the only thing providing it with the power to move is merely twenty fused vampire hearts, isn’t that just like stuffing twenty AA batteries into a tank’s engine and trying to drive it into the Battle of Kursk?

Even with an energy-gathering ring, that’s just unsustainable!

Just 187 seconds into the fight, Murphy, whose defenses had been breached several times, clearly felt the King of Bone Biting’s power, speed, and reaction waning. Attacks that were once impossible to lock onto could now be barely blocked, and during the rigid "skill cooldown," the vampire even managed to counterattack.

Meanwhile, in the teetering Wizard Tower, something happened, and Lame Claw’s screams of agony arose, frantically calling for the King of Bone Biting to protect it.

The necromancer’s compelling summons made it impossible for the undead creation to disobey, and the upper-hand-gaining Golden Undead was about to turn back and rush into the Wizard Tower, but the explosion of crimson streams of light coupled with the desolate howls of the Star Realm Wolves signaled that Murphy had no intention of letting it escape so easily.

The Blood Covenant Knight, known for their defensive counterattack swordsmanship, once again clashed with the Golden Undead. The Vampire Lord, with the poise of a master, stabilize his stance. He touched the wound on his shoulder and glanced at the terrible gashes torn through his armor, then sarcastically remarked:

"Old Edward’s craftsmanship is really not up to par! Not to mention your self-made protective armor can’t block the King of Bone Biting’s claw, but it can’t even resist the corrosion of a mere Legendary Creature’s venom?

Isn’t he touted as the best leatherworker on the Continent?

Such false advertising is too much! I must apply for customer service and give that old guy a piece of my mind.

But if your current strength comes from a vampire’s heart, doesn’t that mean if something can make a vampire suffer, you’ll be counteracted just the same?"

Murphy looked up, facing the Golden Undead ready to pounce again with its razor-sharp claws and beastly aggression. He softly said:

"Phemys, do me a favor, the old tactic!"

"Ah?"

The young lady was momentarily stumped, then she caught on.

She soared high into the sky with a sense of nostalgia and pointed the Night Howling Staff towards the heavens.

A spiritually energy-charged blast erupted towards the sky, dispersing the permanent haze over the plagued town, allowing the midday sunlight to cascade down like a waterfall onto the land of the town.

This beam, full of religious symbolism, appeared on a battlefield shrouded in the stench of war and slaughter, like the arm of a god reaching down from the heavens. The interplay of light and shadow was so marvelous that it even stunned the Goldenrod Cannoneers, who were targeting the Legendary Serpent and Wizard Tower from afar.

The members of the Avalon Church pouring into the plagued town’s battlefield couldn’t help but chant the name of the Divine Spirit.

They saw it as guidance from the gods, dispelling more fear from their hearts and boosting their morale.

At the center of the sunbathed area, Murphy skillfully covered his face with a mask to protect his handsome features from sunburn.

Looking at the Golden Undead who curled up under the direct sunlight, its decaying fur sprouting lines of ash, he said:

"It seems Lame Claw’s modification skills aren’t so great either, not only failing to grasp the essence of the midnight blessing but also carelessly adding several new weaknesses. Pfft, so much for the mastery of death.

The peace you seek and yearn for is in my hands, I will mercifully grant it to you, as the true end to all your legends.

Regardless if you were once noble or lowly, great or vile, having died, you should no longer interfere with the world of the living!"