My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 243 - 87. Tomb Emblem and “Dark Force”【27/60】_1

Chapter 243: 87. Tomb Emblem and “Dark Force”【27/60】_1

(Dedicating this update to the brother ’Huo Zheng Ting Hao’ [12/20])

"This..."

After hearing Murphy’s worry, Maxim’s look became grim. As a person born in the region of Transylvania, he had seen a lot of evil spirits growing up.

This wild, enclosed land was never short of ghost stories of the like.

Including but not limited to ghouls that would crawl out of graves and consume the remains of the dead at night, resentful spirits that would possess bodies unawares and rip apart their souls, and vampires who silently perform their midnight visits in some uncertain, dark nights and so on.

Compared to these terrifying entities, the gnolls, often playing the parts of thieves that moved through all the hills and dales pillaging as they go, and the bandits of wolf people always craving any sort of candle, seemed so warm and intimate.

In other regions, wolf people and all kinds of beasts could be dangerous, but in Transylvania, a place full of hauntings, they hardly draw any attention.

They were at the bottom rung of the food chain of dark creatures, and even children aged in their teens weren’t afraid of them.

This wasn’t a bad thing.

At the very least, this toughened the notoriously thick-skinned and brave Transians. The farmers here had even the guts to fight to death with pitchforks against ghouls that preyed upon their livestock.

But the problem was that if the number of creatures reached in thousands, then this would be an insurmountable disaster that pitchforks wouldn’t resolve.

"My lord, perhaps we can set up the camp somewhere else."

Maxim looked at Murphy, who was placing the ebony stone in the corpse, preparing to draw in the death psychic power and commence the class change ceremony, and quietly suggested:

"First of all, it’s not that I am afraid!

My lord, if you just give the word, I’ll stay here and kill every ghoul and resentful spirit I see. But my courage only stems from my familiarity with death. Our people cannot handle the terrifying lair of ghouls beneath their feet.

For the sake of your rule, perhaps we should migrate the survivors’ camp away from here.

What I am suggesting is that we move to the nearby village.

Such as Morlan village..."

"Eh, I forgot to tell you, Mark. Remember the big hole my warriors dug in Morlan village?"

Murphy turned and looked at Maxim with a strange expression, saying:

"The witch-hunters just informed me, there too ghouls are causing chaos. They had to blow up half the village to seal off that lair. But those ghoulish creatures can hibernate and live at least three years even without eating or drinking. So while we deal with troubles under Cardman City, we must also send people around to deal with those things.

And then there is the Smugglers’ Forest...

You haven’t forgotten about that, have you?

There lie the remains of two hundred old soldiers, those competent elites were never buried, and possibly those may brew a skeleton army, a far more troubling matter than ghouls."

"Ah, this!"

Maxim was rendered speechless all of a sudden.

He was now increasingly feeling that foreigners’ aversion to and prejudice against Transylvania was not baseless. He, a local, was starting to consider his homeland a downright haunted place.

Why was it like a dilapidated house, leaking from all sides?

But if one tried to kick it, then a group of gay vampires would definitely jump out and rape you.

"Alright, don’t think too much, just deal with the task at hand first."

Murphy had set the ebony stone, then he drew a step back, unsheathed the Blade of Yi and applied an alchemical sword oil made by Cui Si. The warmth produced when the oil added with special materials came in contact with the psychic energy in the air, looked as though a temporary enchantment has been placed on the weapon.

In dealing with the coming apparitions and phantoms, this would be the best weapon.

He threw a bottle of this alchemical sword oil to Maxim, who took it in his hand and applied a layer on Jed’s ceremonial Black Blade.

As for the Psychic Poison Blade, it was not needed.

Valuable psychic weapons alone could harm the spiritual bodies.

"Ebony Stone can absorb the death essence of spirits and store it. Once it is filled with the essence, dropping fresh blood into it will complete the making of the Grave Badge.

Not only does this thing symbolize the status of the Grave Swordsmen, it is also the casting medium for the Grave Swordsmen.

Relying on the Grave Badge to draw in and store death energy allows the Grave Swordsmen to imbue their swordsmanship with dark or death psychic power to improve their destructive power."

Murphy made preparations to face the enemies and simultaneously informed Maxim who was guarding alongside him:

"As the unique elite unit of the Blood Vulture Clan, Grave Swordsmen are like those Psychic Knights from the Circle Tower who charged ahead and cut down enemies in the Ten-Year War. They are masters of both physical and psychic arts.

But the greatest characteristic of their power is that it can specify the enhancement of certain skills through the Grave Badge.

Like Jed for instance.

He enhanced his swordsmanship to make it capable of delivering lethal energy sword waves. Regrettably, his Grave Badge had been destroyed under the sunlight."

Maxim immediately caught the disdainful tone in Murphy’s words and asked:

"Are you suggesting that Jed’s usage of the Grave Swordsman’s power was wrong?"

"Not exactly wrong."

Murphy’s ear twitched a bit.

He heard faint moaning coming from the bodies around him that died cruel deaths. This indicated that the death call of the Ebony Stone had begun.

Assuming the starting stance of the Grave Swordsman’s swordsmanship, he said to Maxim: