My Players Are So Fierce

1425: 480.

Alpha Legacy collection progress +1_3

1425: 480.

Alpha Legacy collection progress +1_3

Tear Flesh was in pain,

But this time, it maintained a surprisingly joyful expression, totally different from its usual cold demeanor, even though it had lost the metal Magic Wand that could grant it access to the Land of Creation.

“I got it!”

It touched the irregularly shaped object in the backpack behind it once again.

The Old Wolf Man’s heart blossomed with joy.

Leaning on its Bone Staff, it climbed up higher to ascertain its surroundings and direction; once confirming that this place was Wasteland Mountain, Tear Flesh breathed a sigh of relief once more.

Perfect!

From here, proceeding southeast, one only needed to cross several defensive lines formed by the Blood Covenant Knight Order and their servant armies, to return to the territory of the Wolf People.

It had recovered the Civilization Slate of the Wolf People, meaning it could personally create another King of Bone Biting!

Yes.

Tear Flesh had fully understood the source of the King of Bone Biting’s power and knew exactly how to lead the scattered Wolf People to rise again.

“All these so-called Master of Hunting, all those Twilights are fake!

Only the creator’s mighty power can help the Wolf People reshape the world and establish an eternal dynasty!”

Despite the pain, Tear Flesh summoned a death horse from the Netherworld Plane and galloped towards its destination, thinking:

“This time I return, I must start to proclaim the majesty of the creator, I must make my kin understand this truth; the creator’s radiance has never left this world, those foolish Sanghai People are not the only favored ones.

Yes!

Just need the right method!

Only need to seize the Relic of Creation in the swamp during the Black Disaster, I will personally show my poor, ignorant kin the way and method to immortality and greatness.

The Divine Spirits of the Star Realm are not worthy of worship, only the creator is our ultimate destination.”

Apparently, Tear Flesh who successfully brought back the sacred object of the Wolf People from the land of the creator, was thoroughly conquered by the mighty power of the creator during its brief “pilgrimage,” turning this former Plague Warlock into the most loyal “lickdog” of the creator.

But this should not be ridiculed as foolishness, for Tear Flesh was among the few in this era who had truly witnessed the majesty of the creator.

In the old religion’s system, Tear Flesh would definitely have been rated as a “Saint”.

However, Tear Flesh, who had narrowly escaped from Triss’s hands, had bad luck.

It had planned to cross the Blood Covenant Knight Order’s defensive line in Wasteland Mountain from a remote area; it had envisioned several plans to cross the border, and on the way, it had contacted the Wolf People clans of Moss Valley, requesting them to immediately send elites to meet and retrieve the sacred object.

But before it could really get to the defensive line, it encountered real trouble.

“Awoo!

Awoo!”

A terrifying, deep roar arose from the nearby barren land, suddenly awakening Tear Flesh, who was pondering significant issues.

It grabbed the reins of the death horse, looking around uncertainly.

This strange roar sounded eerily familiar – had it heard it somewhere before?

And why would a death creature like the death horse under it tremble like a sieve?

What had frightened it?

A few seconds later, Tear Flesh saw a huge creature suddenly rushing out from the wasteland at the edge of his vision.

The creature had a black scale armor body and strong hooves, terrifying claws, and a fierce flaming tail; most terrifying of all, it had three heads and six phosphorus-burning eyes already targeting this Old Wolf Man from different directions.

“Netherworld Cerberus?!”

Tear Flesh was shocked in that instant.

How could he encounter two legendary creatures in one day?

Have these creatures, known as the most mysterious life on the continent, become so common now?

And why would a Netherworld Cerberus appear near Wasteland Mountain?

This creature is considered high-level even in the Netherworld Plane; under normal circumstances, it absolutely couldn’t cross the barrier between planes to appear in the material world!

“Ah, ah, ah, move away, Wolf People!

My summoned Cerberus has lost control, it already ate several unlucky Blood Fear Vampires, I need to find a way to make it spit them out.

No wonder my instructor never approved me, my theory indeed has holes.

Move!

You idiot…”

A sharp and hoarse voice came from atop one of the Cerberus’s heads, and only then did Tear Flesh notice that there was a strange woman, entirely wrapped in bandages, lying on the middle head.

Tear Flesh vaguely remembered that the Twilight Servant once told him about similar attire…

Is this a Moon priest?

A Sanghai death priest actually appeared near Wasteland Mountain as well?

What in the world is this?

A series of changes overwhelmed the tired mind of Tear Flesh, but in reality, even if he had reacted, it wouldn’t have mattered, because the Netherworld Cerberus had already noticed him.

The next second, the huge monster entered “Phasing”, leaving only a pale silhouette on the earth, then it darted out from the shadow of Tear Flesh and his death horse with a swiftness that didn’t match its massive form, its three gaping bloody mouths targeting from three different directions, spewing green destructive phosphorus fire.

In just an instant, the poor Tear Flesh was ignited in both body and soul, the pain was unbearable.

He knew why the Netherworld Cerberus attacked him!

In Netherworld legend, this creature is specifically tasked with monitoring deceased souls at the end of their path to make sure they step onto the road of rest, and Tear Flesh summoning too many deceased illegally back to the human world, just this point alone was enough to fill him with a scent that the “Netherworld police” detested.

To put it precisely, the mysterious girl’s Cerberus lost control precisely because it had smelt from afar the stench of approaching Tear Flesh, hence it came to “enforce the law” accurately.

“Ah!

You are actually a heretic?

Good!

Good riddance!”

The mummy-dressed girl also realized the clues at this moment, she cursed as she jumped down from the now calm Cerberus and kicked the still burning shell of Tear Flesh.

The kick knocked open a bag tied to Tear Flesh, causing its contents to fall out.

The girl blinked curiously through the eye sockets of her mummy attire, bending down to pick up the irregular, uniquely textured slate in her hands.

After closely examining it, she exclaimed:

“Ah, a Civilization Slate!

Glory of the Creator above!

My first trip out and I’ve already found a miraculous artifact!

Ha, Nifytelli, you’re incredible!

No one can say you’re unlucky now; the instructor will certainly be proud of you!

But, I can’t let those cunning and greedy Vampire Pirates see this; otherwise, they will definitely steal or trick it away from me.

Ah, my waterlogged brain is no match for them in this regard.”