My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1418 - 478. Monster! Your time is up!_2

Chapter 1418: 478. Monster! Your time is up!_2

"But compared to the Bloodlust Skill, the ’Anti-Ranged Totem’ from the Hunting Priest system is what we melee fighters desire the most."

Since Brother Meow’s resurrection cooldown of three days hasn’t passed yet, Brother Black Silk is still carrying Vam’s Executioner as a substitute Berserker, he said to Uncle Fuding with a bright smile:

"I purposely saved a career slot just to wait for the Hunting Priest class to open up. Having an ’Enforced Melee’ totem then would be amazing, right? No more fear of those cowardly snipers who only dare to attack from a distance."

"Wow, by that logic, wouldn’t the currently shining ranged classes have a bleak future?"

"Holy Spear Marcus," who stood next to Uncle Fuding leaning on a War Halberd, exclaimed:

"When everyone has an ’Anti-Ranged’ totem, wouldn’t they become useless?"

"PvP that can only be conducted in the Arena might become weaker, but on the flip side, we remain strong in PvE, right? The Hunting Priest is also a secretive heritage, it wouldn’t make sense to throw a totem at every creature we encounter."

Brother Qu, playing with a few Burning Gold Bullets in his hand, complained:

"Besides, can you carry that crappy totem 24/7? It also has an effective range. Once we step out of the totem’s range, we can sneak around you as we please... Let’s not talk about this anymore, it’s all in the future.

The door’s about to be blown up!

Everybody get ready for the assault!"

The crowd waited for Tiger Leopard Riders Lin, who was an Engineer Soldier by background, to finish breaking down the door. Some were already covering their ears, but there were still people expressing certain regrets at the moment.

Like Sister Pomegranate.

She crossed her arms and said to the seriously-faced Brother Stick:

"We were hoping to take down this dungeon with just our guild, but in the end, it looks like we’ll have to do it together."

"Our strength is lacking at the moment, so there’s no helping it."

Stick Brother pulled down his battle mask, leaving only a pair of sharp eyes visible, and said softly:

"We’ll talk about solo strategies after we break through to the silver tier. Then we’ll fight for a spot in the hall of fame.

But this time it’s out of our hands.

The student bunch has already claimed that spot."

"Yeah, no chance now."

Sister Pomegranate waved her hand and popped out the Wolf Tooth Fist Blade on her wrist. She pulled up the hood that protected her face and neck and whispered:

"After this is the Black Disaster expansion, then the whole map of the Continent is open, and we’ll definitely be exploring separately. I guess we won’t have many chances to raid together in the future.

By the way, with things as they are, Brother Stick, do we old-timers still stick to calling these incredibly realistic scenes ’dungeons’? It’s like we are all tacitly playing dumb, treating Transylvania as just a game."

Brother Stick didn’t answer immediately.

It wasn’t until Lin ignited the fuse to the explosives, which began crackling and was about to blow open the door to the highest-floor laboratory of the Wizard Tower, that he whispered:

"Pomegranate, the brothers and sisters who come after us may not have the doubts that come with our experiences, so they question all of this less. That’s why we, as pioneers, have the right to decide whether to tell them the ’truth’ that everyone actually suspects.

I don’t know what you think.

But I’ll tell you what I think. To me, this is ’dungeon’!

This is a bizarre game!

Don’t project your troubles onto others; they deserve to enjoy the pure joy... and so do we."

Having finished speaking, Stick Brother took the lead and charged into the laboratory, the door now blown open, showering sparks, and engaged in battle with several Undead Constructs temporarily assembled by Lame Claw.

The others yelled and followed right after him, with Niu Niu and his three brothers shouting the slogan "For revenge for our classmate" as they began their desperate charge.

"Don’t overthink! Treating it as a game lets you purely enjoy the thrill of battle."

Brother Cat, carrying a heavy sword, looked back at Sister Pomegranate while crossing the burning debris and whispered:

"Unless you go AFK now and never come back, you have to accept reality, which is that it has become a part of our lives. To deny what’s in front of you is to deny yourself.

If you can’t reconcile with yourself, the rest of your life is bound to be miserable."

"You’ve come to comfort me too?"

Sister Pomegranate rolled her eyes and said:

"You better take care of your big family first. Your uncle scrambles over there to steal items from the BOSS; it’s mad, just like suicide!"

"Ah Mu! Catch this!"

Master Yang, locked in fierce combat with Lame Claw and desperately snatching items from Lame Claw’s waist, disregarded the surrounding three Undead Constructs closing in and shouted, hurling something in his hand towards the doorway.

Brother Cat jumped back and caught the incoming Ghost Mystic Manual in his hand, then effortlessly stuffed it into his Spiritual Energy package.

This was the key item for A Feng to move freely.

Brother Cat was about to rush to rescue his uncle when he saw Master Li charge into the undead with the ferocious strikes of his Winter Wolf fists.

Frozen shards flew as the winter Wolf Tooth Fist Blades on his fists unleashed a frosty vortex, freeing his old buddy from the siege. The two middle-aged Martial Monks stood back to back, one with a sword, and one with fists, enjoying the slaughter, attracting almost all of Lame Claw’s undead.

The prowess of the two ’Martial Monk Daddies’ created a perfect opportunity for the rest to raid the BOSS. As the Goldenrod Cannoneer’s barrage roared again, the top floor of the Wizard Tower was blown open, creating a large cavity.