My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 607 - 208. Where did this third-rate force, the Rat Gang, spring from? - More updates from the Alliance Hierarch, ask for monthly votes! [7/15]_3

Chapter 607: 208. Where did this third-rate force, the Rat Gang, spring from? - More updates from the Alliance Hierarch, ask for monthly votes! [7/15]_3

"Chao! Is this the battle style of a summoner? It feels so good to fight in greater numbers."

The good bird trailing behind Murphy clumsily glided, charging up to release a wide-ranging Psychic Lightning, meanwhile said to Bull Bull next to it:

"What do you think of me changing my last class to a summoner too? I want to be as strong as Sir Morphy!"

"What are you talking about!"

Flying more proficiently, Little Wei Ming mocked mercilessly while accurately shooting with bullet:

"Summoner is a branch of psychics. Since you’ve become a Blood Inquisitor, you can’t become a summoner anymore. This game doesn’t do a point reset."

"There’s no need."

The Meow Meow Shark in the student party also said:

"You think summoners are strong because Sir Morphy is strong himself. But I asked Moe Ni Qiong before, a typical summoner can summon a maximum of ten Star Realm Wolves at the Black Iron Rank. Don’t compare NPC skill strength with ours, what we have is castrated monkey version... shit!

There’s so many ahead? When are we gonna kill them all!

Following Murphy into the old district’s sewer, they just turned a corner only to find the road ahead blocked by a swarming group of ghouls.

The combined odor of these "dirty things" alone would make any normal person recoil. The player’s faces were numbed by the biohazardous environment.

They were not scared, just nauseated.

This is too disgusting.

"How many ghouls are down in these sewers?"

The Happy Stick’s face was very ugly. He knocked down a ghoul with a shot from his hunting gun, reloading while saying to the others:

"How is this different from a dungeon raid? Is it reasonable to brush so many small monsters?"

"So, in this situation, we should invite a ’professional’ onto the stage."

Morphy suddenly said.

He halted his advance and called back his wolf pack. Everyone looked back in surprise, as a slim figure appeared before them.

"The Heartless Demon Huntress is here!"

Khaki Tontita, who was carrying a big axe, shouted, and got a stern glance from the approaching Natalie.

Evidently.

She doesn’t like her nickname... What does Heartless mean? I know that the software plug-ins I sold you were overpriced twenty times, but wasn’t that to fund the reconstruction of the sacred church?

Can this kind of thing for the sake of faith be called heartless?

"My necessary evil is a bit picky, it doesn’t like the bloody stench of these corpses tainted by death. Sacred objects from midnight are so characterful and yet so bothersome."

Morphy made a "please" gesture toward Natalie and said,

"Maybe it’s time for the glory of Avalon to descend here to purify these filthy things."

Natalie had no objections to this. The grey-haired president of the Adventurer’s Guild grabbed the handle of the great oak blade behind her, and said to Murphy in the dark:

"But compared to purifying ghouls, the Watcher seems more interested in purifying you. It’s roaring obscenities and asking me to strike you with my sword. Honestly, I don’t know if this is good or bad..."

"Then I guess I should stay away from it."

Murphy cautiously took another step back.

He watched as Natalie moved forward towards the clamouring ghouls rushing towards her, holding a sacred oak blade that was taller than her.

As the President of the Adventurer Guild recited the sacred name softly, the familiar yet majestic blue-green purification flame ignited on the edge of the elven ceremonial greatsword. While the scale and intensity of it was nothing compared to its invincible state in Old Feinock’s hands, it was more than enough to deal with a bunch of ghouls.

Natalie took a deep breath, almost being overwhelmed by the stench present.

Nevertheless, she held the sword in her hands and assumed an attack stance of the demon-hunting swordsmanship. After charging up for a few seconds, she darted into the filth ahead, dragging her large sword. The first swing of the oak sacred blade drew a burning trail of sword light in the darkness, reducing all the nearby ghouls to ashes.

"Holy crap! Amazing!"

This terrifying killing power and ability to clear the room resulted in exclamations of "Unbeatable!" from the novice players. With Natalie, the "Ghoul Annihilator", steadily advancing, the group quickly reached the depths of the ancient sewer.

Unexpectedly, they encountered some "familiars" here.

"Chao! Brother Cat? What happened to make you in such a terrible state?"

The Happy Stick quickly folded its wings and landed, helping the struggling and panting Brother Cat up after the ashes had been scattered in the sky.

Though the five-man strike group was still alive, they were in an extreme state of distress. Almost every member was exhausted to the brink of disconnecting due to the battle fatigue, diseases, and bleeding debuffs.

Brother Cat, who was helped up, couldn’t even speak coherently. He merely grabbed Happy Stick’s hand and stuttered:

"Take them... Take the children... out! There’s... bad stuff below... People! There are many people! Lord Kudel is there! Help him..."

Having spoken those words, Brother Cat passed out with a twist of his neck, going offline instantly. The others followed suit.

They were not dead, but the high intensity fatigue meant they wouldn’t be able to get back into the game for several hours. However, Happy Stick was completely confused about what they were saying, until Murphy stepped forward to push open a half-collapsed small room that they had been guardedly protecting.

The Lord and his warriors saw around twenty children huddled inside, frail as skeletons. They gazed at the strangers with terrified eyes.

Everyone was shocked by the scene. People were alive beneath the ghoul-infested sewers?

"Don’t be afraid, children."

Murphy tried to appear as gentle as possible.

However, with his pitiful vampire charm that ranked only 2 points, he was unable to calm the scared children. Little Wei Ming had to step up with her 6-point charm and seemingly endless supply of candy in her pocket to get the children to share their stories.

"Sir, an organization called ’Rat Gang’ has their parents under control in caves below."

Little Wei Ming reported quickly, shaking her fists in anger as she said:

"It’s that ’Plague Rat King’ who’s controlling the ghouls to attack us!"

"How many live people are there below?"

Morphy asked, to which Little Wei Ming gestured a palm in reply, saying:

"Over 500. The children aren’t sure, but I think there might be more. They also said many people who resisted were fed to the ghouls by the Plague Rat King..."

"What audacity!"

Murphy’s eyes flashed a deep red as he said coldly:

"How dare he do such things on my territory. No matter the origins of this Rat King, he certainly has guts! Such a daring person must be ready to face the wrath of midnight. My warriors, take these children above, then inform Maxim at the earliest. Ask him to bring the Clan Leader’s guards down.

The Midnight Mother yearns for a blood sacrifice. Let’s resolve this matter promptly."