My Players Are So Fierce

1394: 470.

Although the Tear Flesh person is incurably bad, he indeed stands firm on major issues_3

1394: 470.

Although the Tear Flesh person is incurably bad, he indeed stands firm on major issues_3

“But Lame Claw is also very important to the Pestilence Clan, Explorer.”

Tear Flesh said steadfastly:

“I must take it back to the Dark Mountain Range, the knowledge of the undead it possesses is crucial to the legacy of the Pestilence Clan, this is something I cannot relinquish.”

“However, it was you who turned it into that ghastly appearance, you transformed a life that could have been a master constructor into a pitiable undead madman, and even now, you still don’t plan to set it free?”

The explorer said with disdain:

“Such a talent is truly wasted in your hands.”

“You understand nothing!

Human.”

Tear Flesh snorted, saying:

“Without me, Lame Claw would have fallen into the Netherworld years ago!

It was always an independent Wolf Person, whose obsession with death led it to commit terrible acts.

You only know its talent but are unaware of its ‘feats’ in the Dark Mountain Range!

Our Pestilence Clan’s ‘good reputation’ owes a small part to the ‘sacrifices’ of Lame Claw.

Hmph, although I hold its life casket, this thing can only suppress it but cannot control it; if you want it to stay and help you, you’d better convince it first…

Lame Claw?

Lame Claw!

Come to me!

Lame Claw?

Can you hear me?”

Tear Flesh Magician activated the control core of the Plague Warlock Tower, calling out repeatedly to the constructor tower but received no response, the dead silence from the other side made Tear Flesh’s expression turn grave.

“Not good!”

It exclaimed in alarm, grabbed its Bone Staff, and stumbled towards the tower below.

The explorer had no idea what was happening, but seeing the change in Tear Flesh’s expression, he realized something might have gone wrong on Lame Claw’s side and rushed out following him.

The two entered the eerily silent constructor tower.

The explorer cautiously applied several layers of Psionic Shields to himself before following Tear Flesh inside, only to see the constructs that should have been sent to battlefields strewn about on the ground.

Various stinking blood and tools used for constructing were torn apart everywhere, and the entire constructor tower looked like it had gone through a raid and massacre.

Tear Flesh rushed into Lame Claw’s laboratory with a grim face, only to be met with Lame Claw’s head thrown among the torn bodies beside it.

But it was still “alive.”

Seeing Tear Flesh and the explorer come in, the eyes on Lame Claw’s head, which couldn’t focus properly, rotated as it seemed to cry and laugh while screaming:

“It’s alive!

It’s alive!”

“!!!”

Tear Flesh’s expression grew even uglier.

There indeed was a trap for the explorer tonight, but this was not the “trap moment” it had envisioned!

Damn, things were out of control!

The explorer nearby, clueless about what had happened but seeing the tragic scene and making unsettling guesses from Lame Claw’s screams, this vigilant Twilight Servant knew something dire was up.

He completely ignored his surroundings and turned to rush out of the constructor tower.

In this tomb-like tower, the presence of a Psionic Suppression prevented him from using teleportation magic, otherwise, he would have teleported away long ago.

However, Tear Flesh did not act rashly, it reached out to lift Lame Claw’s head and asked:

“Where is it?”

“Right outside!”

Lame Claw shouted:

“That fool is dead for sure!

My king has been disturbed in his rest, and he is furious…”

“Ah!”

As soon as the words fell, a scream filled with fury and a tinge of terror came from outside, followed by the sound of a massive, earthquake-like pounding and the frenzied roaring of a beast in the darkness.

The roar of the king from a century ago caused both Tear Flesh and Lame Claw, the orchestrators of all this, to close their eyes involuntarily.

Tear Flesh, carrying Lame Claw’s head, moved out of the tower bit by bit, skirting the edge of darkness, but just as they were about to leave, a huge figure suddenly appeared in the shadows, causing both to freeze in place, daring not to make the slightest movement.

Behind them, the resurrected King of Bone Biting, sniffing like a beast, was shrouded in the cold death force and weird midnight blessing, making its eyes not glimmer with blue Spiritual Fire but a crimson gaze in the darkness.

Strong enough to send any Wolf People who had heard its tale scampering in fright.

But fortunately, the King of Bone Biting seemed to have scented the familiar smell on Tear Flesh.

It let out a series of indescribable whimpers, disappearing like a wind in the dark through the slaughter zone of the tower, leaving Tear Flesh sweating coldly and never having been so close to death.

Only when assured that the King of Bone Biting had left did it begin to crawl out.

“Behind!

There’s something behind.”

Lame Claw, held in hand, shouted.

Wiping the sweat off, Tear Flesh turned around only to see at the edge of the tower, the explorer’s head, wrenched from the spine and smashed, tragically lingering at the edge of light and shadow, while the metal Magic Wand, covered in bloody remnants, lay quietly beside.

Attached to it was a severed left hand.

Instant kill!

This self-righteous individual didn’t even manage to retaliate effectively, and was barehandedly killed by the resurrected King of Bone Biting.

“Hehe.”

Without deliberating further, Tear Flesh let out an eerie laugh as it cast spells outside the tower to seal off this dangerous, no longer accessible high tower, picking up the metal Magic Wand and the explorer’s shattered head.

It murmured,

“Even after resurrection, my king chose to protect its offspring, and you, you foolish creature challenging the creator’s majesty, met a fittingly perfect death.

Perhaps it’s fate…”

“That…

you don’t really think I’m dead, do you?”

The explorer’s sighing voice emanated groggily from the shattered skull in Tear Flesh’s hand, and only then did Tear Flesh notice that there was no blood flowing from the explorer’s severed neck, but instead, some broken gears and connecting lines like odd things appearing at the break.

This shredded individual rolled his eyes, with sparks from malfunctioning mechanical structures bursting out of his nostrils and teeth, stuttering,

“This is just a substitute puppet.

The real me has never left the safe haven, yet it made me realize that the one I considered a friend was harboring ill intentions all along.

Although I don’t know why a Wolf Person like you became a follower of the creator overnight, but Tear Flesh…

Secure that Magic Wand in your hand!

I will be coming to take it back soon.

Lastly, a piece of advice, don’t go in!

Don’t go to the creator’s domain!

You know nothing of the creator’s secrets, you are ignorant of the real purpose of that area, you’re just a lucky headless fly.

You will die there, and that’s the best ending I can think of…”

“Bang”

The speaking skull was crushed by Tear Flesh.

The aged Wolf Person stared at the red and white matter in his hand, watching the lubricating oil, like black blood, staining his paws, and in the sorrowful night, he murmured with no fear in his face,

“Ha, thanks for the warning, but that’s for me to worry about.

The regrets of my king, the unfinished business of my king, must be personally completed by me, Tear Flesh, and my Pestilence Clan.

Perhaps I may not live to see that day, but the next King of Bone Biting…

will certainly be born from my clan!

We Wolf People are vile, but we never intended to destroy the world, and you…

You apocalyptic spawn born from chaos and madness!

Everyone deserves extermination!”