My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 244 - 87. Tomb Emblem and “Dark Force”【27/60】_2

Chapter 244: 87. Tomb Emblem and “Dark Force”【27/60】_2

"Ordinary people tend to either enhance their offense or reinforce their defense. These are good strategies, but they are too mundane."

In my view, the greatest advantage of the Graveyard Sword Guard, a multifaceted profession, lies in its diversity. In actual combat, no matter how powerful your attack, it’s useless if you can’t hit the enemy."

So if it were me.

I would use the Power of Death to enhance my controlling skills, thereby taking firm control of the initiative in battle...

They are coming!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"

At Murphy’s reminder, eerie green, phantasmal shadows began to emerge from the corpses around them.

They all had indistinct humanoid shapes but lacked a sense of tangibility, like oddly-colored plastic bags fluttering in the air. They emitted deathly shrieks that could attack the mind while striking at the oblivious intruders with their cold ghostly claws.

"Bang"

With a lift of Murphy’s left hand, the master-level Psychic Blast · Gale Strike headed towards the sky. The compressed dark Spiritual Energy exploded out, deterring the advancing resentful spirit, and then he lunged forward with a sword, swiftly piercing several resentful spirits’ Spiritual Bodies.

Their screams echoed with chilling wails as they tried to retreat back into the pile of corpses and re-form their Spiritual Body, only to be devoured by the Ebony Stone on the ground.

Inside the lustrous stone, as dark as the night, green dots began to appear.

"At least 60!"

Murphy said to Maxim:

"The making of the Graveyard Emblem is also quality-rated. The Ebony Stone that the little Rich Lolita casually gave is extremely pure, meaning it can absorb more essences of death. It’s like getting exercise in swordsmanship and solving some small troubles for our future territories at the same time. Mark,

exterminate all the resentful spirits born from these corpses and then burn this place to ashes.

My warriors will need a foothold when they venture into the labyrinth-like sewers, and I think this place is suitable to become their ’underground checkpoint’."

"Is that some kind of term in Another World, sir?"

As Maxim swung his twin swords, he asked:

"Perhaps you could explain it to me in a language I’m familiar with. I can never understand those strange words spoken by your warriors. They like to call me ’baimao’. I feel like it’s a derogatory term."

"No, it’s a symbol of their affection for you."

While stepping nimbly and lightly with Dark Step skill, Murphy easily avoided the ghost claws. He said with a relaxed tone:

"They call Milian ’Red-hair’, they call Captain Natalie ’Grey-hair’, they call Rich Lolita ’Loli’, they call Cui Si ’Beautiful Witch’, and they call Adel ’E Sister’.

They are used to addressing you by your most obvious characteristics.

Trust me, their affection is sincere and passionate, after all, only the best buddies would use codes to call each other in their world.

Well, I guess this is what you would call a cultural difference."

"But they always call you ’Handsome’ or ’Sir’."

Shrugging his shoulders, Maxim responded:

"I just feel they’re making distinctions, and it’s not good. I care about them too, always hoping they won’t waste their time wandering around ruins. Isn’t practising swordsmanship a good thing?"

"That might be because you’re not generous enough?"

Murphy burst into laughter and said:

"If you could increase the rewards and bonuses you give them, I’m sure they will soon respectfully call you ’Lord Mark’, and even willingly let money and equipment blind them and add flattering aliases such as ’Noble’, ’Great’, ’Handsome’ to you.

As I said before, they are quite pragmatic.

But because of this, they appear cute and straightforward, right?"

During the casual chatter between the master and servant, more than half of the nearly hundred resentful spirits in this underground space were quickly vanquished. These entities were not hard to handle as long as one mastered the appropriate techniques, let alone for two seasoned Black Iron Rank swordsmen.

This Real Different World is always pragmatic in terms of combat powers.

Even when weak civilians transformed into resentful spirits and ghouls after death, they were not difficult to manage. The real threats were the gang members of the sewers who were once professionals.

These death entities formed by them would be far more dangerous, not only enhanced by death psychic power, but even retaining some of their combat skills and tactical thought from their previous life.

For instance, on the previous expedition to the sewers led by the Happy Stick organization, they were almost wiped out by two water ghosts using "Terrain Kill".

Luckily, Murphy’s Graveyard Emblem merely requires the essence of death. Such essence, which comes from the convergence of death psychic power, does not have any quality difference.

Almost twenty minutes later, the last resentful spirit was taken down by Murphy’s crossbow. The once cold underground area quickly became tranquil and peaceful.

Maxim took out some kerosene from his psychic bag to prepare the burn while Murphy picked up the Ebony Stone that had fully turned green from the ground.

It felt as cold as a thousand-year-old ice when touched. Before Murphy’s eyes, the information tag of this object swiftly popped up:

Name: Death Stone/Ebony Stone Full of Essence

Effect: A superb alchemical material and a transition tool for the Graveyard Sword Guard profession. Please drip blood onto it to complete the psychic bond and resonance.

Item Description:

[For some pretentious vampires, they always prefer making their Graveyard Emblems in a luxurious and complicated manner, and always inscription some ornate and useless maxims and epigraphs onto them apart from making them look good.