My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 305 - 107. Question! The correct method to help a teammate after he is mind-controlled is... [47/60]_3

Chapter 305: 107. Question! The correct method to help a teammate after he is mind-controlled is... [47/60]_3

The current situation in the battle was becoming increasingly suffocating. The opponents were obviously prepared and launched heavy attacks on his weaknesses. It was clear that there must be a traitor among his ranks who had sold information about him to these two individuals.

Though Clan Leader always concealed his weaknesses while leading the clan for a thousand years, the only person who would have such thorough information about his strength would be one.

"Cui Si!"

Regret welled up in the heart of the Blood Vulture Duke, which was filled with insanity and chaos.

Retaining that ambitious, petulant, vengeful and psychotic descendant was a mistake!

But he had a solution!

After realizing that it would be challenging to break through the two entangled people who were struggling with holy items in a short time, Salockdale decided to change the situation from the flank.

He began to mobilize the power of the subspace rift suspended above the holy pond, emitting a chaotic aura which doubled in strength in just ten seconds.

The effect was immediate.

The golden warriors might be unaffected, but the elite Hunter Witches were already struggling.

The increasing chaos soon broke through several Hunter Witches’ mental defenses, causing them to change their minds similarly to Wumeioge.

Their sanity was crushed under the weight of the chaotic will and their eyes became glazed over and dull. They had just begun to attack their own comrades.

However, as several silver lights flashed by, a few of the Hunter Witches overwhelmed by chaos fell, their blood splattering the ground. Captain Natalie, wielding two silver, holy-like forged weapons, shook the fresh blood off her blades with a blank expression.

Her gaze was filled with distress and helplessness.

But she knew this was necessary.

Comrades contaminated and bewitched have to be dealt with; otherwise, it might lead to worse consequences.

Being directly faced with a scene like a subspace rift, the best outcome would be for one to have their minds invaded by chaotic thoughts and to live out the rest of one’s miserable life under the guidance of illusions and madness like the frenzied vampires they had killed before.

This is worse than death for a warrior.

For the experienced Hunter Witches accustomed to death, even leaving the field has to be a dignified exit!

"Ah! I’m on fire! On fire!"

On the player’s side, something also went wrong. The Chosen Ashman with a shotgun, was collecting people’s heads everywhere, suddenly yelled in the team channel:

"Four consecutive failed SCs! Damn it! The system must be targeting me! Guys, get away! My San value is zero, and I’m about to enter ’Insane Madness’ and ’Loss of Reason’.

Quick!

See if there’s any way to save my dog’s life..."

Before he could finish yelling, he discoonected the game during a convulsion.

However, his character did not disappear into a glare after disconnecting, but instead was quickly wrapped up in the filthy light and began to transform into one of those "Little Black" creatures.

"Chao! The Dust Beater has been controlled! Where’s the Mage? Control it quickly!"

The older brother closest to the action gave a sharp yell.

Wumeioge immediately sent a tendril to bind him. They were intending to wait for him to regain control before continuing the fight. But Murphy, who was currently slaying elite "Little Blacks", turned his head and shouted:

"He’s done for!"

"Bang"

It was like a kill command!

As soon as Murphy’s voice fell, a clear gunshot sounded in the crowd.

The Dust Beater was shot just as it roared like a wild beast with its flintlock in hand, and fell to the ground. The precision of the kill had the players wide-eyed.

Following the trajectory of the bullet, they saw Little Wei Ming who was 160cm tall, innocently put away the smoking pistol, and quietly said with some insecurity:

"Um, isn’t it true that PVP officially starts when a teammate gets mind-controlled? Isn’t that the essence of all MMORPGs?"

"You make too much sense, I can’t refute it."

Sister Pomegranate twitched her mouth beside Wei Ming. She stared at the body of the Dust Beater that was still showing the brutal marks of getting its head blown off, then she turned her gaze to a student.

With a strange tone, she asked:

"Young man, have you failed SC three times? Another time, and you’ll likely disconnect. Would you like to schedule a ’death service’ in advance?"

The student, Traveler Little Zhou, gulped down his saliva and glanced at the glimmering icon on his character card and it was indicating that his San value was almost exhausted.

Little Zhou clenched his teeth, dropped his weapon with a steadfast expression, picked up two alchemical bombs of the Hunter Witch hanging from his waist, and shouted out loudly:

"For the bigger plan! For Sir Morphy’s victory! Roar!!!!"

Just before he committed suicide for the final favorability spike, Traveler Little Zhou charged out with tears in his eyes. The moment his fourth SC failed, the bomb exploded and he was dragged into hell along with two unfortunate Black creatures.

"Such a brave warrior!"

The overly emotional, First Lord Palano was immediately inspired by the loyalty of his warriors under Murphy, and he turned and roared at Salockdale innocently:

"Look! This is the bitter fruit you have wrought! Such a beautiful and solemn sacrifice, the blood of warriors wasted. You, you are a great sinner!"