My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1644 - 551. Mr. Scholar won’t let you go!

Chapter 1644: 551. Mr. Scholar won’t let you go!

Anything that doesn’t kill them makes them stronger.

Mr. Scholar’s theory is correct.

Creatures need survival of the fittest to truly become strong. Without slaughter, without pain, where would evolution come from?

My poor Transia warriors, you will never know the mighty power of creation held by the dusk...

But that doesn’t matter, dying with ignorant confidence is also a kind of happiness."

"Snap"

A piece of fiery red crystal was thrown out and landed on the laboratory bench, igniting flames that quickly swallowed all nearby traces.

They clearly weren’t doing this for the first time; their means of "destroying evidence" were very skilled. Not only this old man, but his servants were also very methodical, destroying everything that shouldn’t be left behind in just a few minutes.

Over fifty heretics guarded the "explorer" as they entered the cavern dug by the Ratmen under the cover of the war fog. The few leading them held peculiar staffs with green stones at the tips that glowed in the dark. Any frenzied Ratman approaching these staffs would retreat fearfully, howling away.

It was as if the massive group of Ratmen actively cleared a path for this team.

They silently and swiftly advanced through the cavern, intending to leave this now-meaningless valley through the tunnel dug by the Ratmen.

As for those Ratmen...

Tch, who cares?

After all, they are just the "byproducts" of the third phase of the experiment. Even if they don’t die here, they can’t live more than ten days. Their genes have a terrible defect, which is the trouble Mr. Scholar is trying to solve.

This attack, like countless attacks in the past, is merely to allow a great research project to continue.

It’s just an experiment, after all. Who would care about the fate of the test subjects?

"This data is very important. We have calculated the shortest time and the minimum number required for the Ratmen to initiate a war and their hormone adjustments and growth rates when fighting in unfamiliar territories.

It turns out that Ratmen can indeed mobilize surrounding rats to act as their eyes. After several combat experiments, this combat instinct has been awakened and inherited."

In the dark tunnel, the explorer old man remarked to his Wolf People apprentice:

"This means Mr. Scholar’s creation experiment has succeeded once again! Our pathetic intelligence cannot compare to even a fraction of his, and he is such a generous leader. We will surely be rewarded for bringing back this valuable data.

Perhaps we will soon have our second creation laboratory."

"That’s for sure, Master. You, such an excellent scholar, can shine brightly anywhere."

The Wolf People apprentice fawningly said:

"That damned Circle Tower cannot see your talent at all. Leaving that decaying and self-proclaimed orthodox organization was definitely the right choice."

"You simply don’t understand."

When the apprentice mentioned "Circle Tower," the stern old man unusually fell silent for a moment. With a kind of fatigue unwilling to speak much to idiots, he waved his hand and said:

"You cannot understand the actions of the Circle Tower, even though I have devoted myself to the great cause of dusk. I do not think that the various moves of the Circle Tower on the Continent are meaningless. That organization indeed has its mission!

It is only because your inferior intelligence cannot comprehend it.

Speed up!

I don’t want to continue wasting time in this barren place. There are still so many experiments waiting for me to complete. Although Mr. Scholar has promised me eternal life, time still cannot be wasted!

That is a terrible crime."

"Speed up!"

The condescending Wolf People apprentice immediately shouted forward to the team, and the entire team accelerated their pace in the tunnel. However, after they turned a corner, they immediately heard a commotion from another tunnel.

Someone was shouting there!

This is definitely not a sound that Ratmen would make, as this group’s evolution hasn’t reached the level of developing language.

"I told you to go east! Damn it, you insisted on going west. See! We’re lost now! Fuck!"

Cheche’s yelling echoed through the chaotic tunnels, but without a Calculating Pearl to translate, the old man couldn’t understand this alien language at all.

However, it didn’t matter because, seconds later, a group of Transia People surrounded by murderous auras brutally tore through the Ratmen’s obstructions, fiercely storming into the large tunnel ahead and coincidentally blocking the explorer old man’s escape route.

At this moment, the frenzied Niu Niu swung his flail covered in flesh and blood and turned ferociously like a demon, scaring a few heretics in the team to instinctively take a step back.

"Eh! Why are there living people here?"

The surprised voice of Three Five Battles came from beside Niu Niu, but it was Orchid next to him, all injured, who saw things clearly. He grabbed a hunting rifle and shouted:

"Look at their staffs! That glowing thing can drive away Ratmen! These guys... there’s something wrong with them! What decent person would wander around in all black without any reason? It’s probably them manipulating the rats!

Grab them!"

"Kill those Transia People!"

At the same time, the explorer also issued an order.

He was the first to attack, raising his staff and launching three black rays that hit Brother Yuan. The poor newbie didn’t even have a chance to raise his shield before being pierced through the heart by the corrosive rays, taking his last breath.