My Players Are So Fierce

1953: Chapter 652: How Can a Heretic Who Cannot Achieve World Destruction Be a Good Barista?

1953 -652: How Can a Heretic Who Cannot Achieve World Destruction Be a Good Barista?

(Extra content for “Little Lamb” brothers [5/5])

“It’s truly astonishing!”

The Rose Knight, Palano, rode his beloved scarlet steed “Midnight Orchid” and galloped swiftly to the outskirts of Plague Valley’s battlefield.

The ambush led by Adel and Bonnie against the Claw Messenger was nearing its end.

The skilled Silver Voodoo Priest of the Claw Clan was slain under its battle flag by Mad Woman and E Sister in a joint effort, while its fierce guardians and the way-finders of the Pestilence Clan continued a determined and life-risking fight with the vampires.

It was a successful raid.

The vampires had impressive results, but the issue was their small numbers; despite being enhanced by the midnight power, they couldn’t overrun the many members of the Claw Clan.

As Palano wielded his lance and rode into battle, the vampires under Adel were all wounded, with Doris—the unlucky one—struck by the Voodoo Priest’s curse, left weak as a pile of mud.

If not for Diana and E Sister’s joint protection, this leader of the Blood Rat Gang might have met her end here.

However, Doris was still heartbroken.

Because just earlier, in the high-intensity battle, her most outstanding apprentice—also the only player permitted to join this action, Frostfang’s Claw—was killed protecting her by two werewolf butchers.

Ya Ya’s involvement was allowed not only because Murphy needed a player to document this secretive battle as a supplement to the Wise Wolf quest chain, but also because he was the only player to master the Shadow Flee technique to an extraordinary level.

The remarkable Ya Ya even derived a rare Ancestor’s Power—Invisible Shadow—during his Shadow Flee practice.

This is a powerful ability comparable to the Thorn Clan’s Midnight Blessing, essentially establishing Frostfang’s Claw as the top figure in the assassin line, with even Little Hand admitting that in a duel, he couldn’t sense Ya Ya in stealth.

It’s proved that Murphy’s exceptional players already possess the qualifications to participate in some secretive major events, and Sir Murphy was naturally happy to offer them a stage to shine.

In the narrow mountain path, as the Rose Knight charged into battle on horseback, it marked the battle’s end.

A Golden Knight is nearly invincible in this confined terrain; Palano didn’t even need complex war tactics.

Just holding the lance and charging from one end to the other, then turning around for a second run, was enough to crush all surviving werewolves.

After his entrance, the vampires tactfully withdrew from the battlefield to avoid accidental injuries.

Bonnie’s Clan Guard fared relatively well; they were tough-skinned melee fighters and agile Psychics.

However, Adel’s assassins suffered considerably.

Five members of the Shadow Intelligence Bureau died here, and the survivors were all wounded.

Adel was especially injured.

When she killed that Claw Priest earlier, she was directly hit by a death curse from the opponent’s voodoo.

If it weren’t for the energy shield formed by three fletches from the Traveler’s armor aiding her at a critical moment, E Sister might have been memorialized by Sir Murphy.

But E Sister’s resolve garnered her a rare goodwill.

“Snap”

A delicate crystal bottle was thrown into E Sister’s hands as Adel looked up, seeing the Rose Knight on horseback gazing at her with a peculiar expression.

Adel knew Palano was dissatisfied with her, believing her to be an ignoble woman who interfered with others’ perfect romances.

Yet after tonight’s battle, this attitude apparently shifted a bit.

“I will continue to observe you, Adel.”

The Rose Knight said:

“Your path of love is quite…”

“I don’t need your appraisal in this regard, Sir Palano.”

E Sister replied hoarsely:

“Not every relationship seeks acknowledgment or blessing from others.

I mean no disrespect to you, but perhaps wait a hundred years before evaluating me; hopefully, we’ll both be alive by then.

Besides, even if you’re lauded as the ‘Knight of Love’ across the Continent, you know you don’t represent all definitions of love, right?”

“Ah, you’re hinting at my arrogance.”

Palano said with a stern face:

“I should be angry about it, but given I’m indeed of the arrogant descent, I’ll let it slide this time.

Bring that messenger’s head and that blood-stained battle flag, come with me to Plague Valley!

The Wise Wolf needs that head to ‘convince’ other members of the Pestilence Clan.”

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Murphy stood in a secluded secret spot within Plague Valley and, to Tear Flesh’s surprise, retrieved a black iron cylinder from his Psychic package, then squatted down solemnly, muttering as he adjusted the item to a suitable elevation angle.

The whole process seemed akin to a mysterious psychic ritual.

But afterward, Murphy pulled from the Psychic package an incendiary white phosphorus grenade marked with a red symbol on top, making the process suddenly less spiritual.

The location was at some distance from the Plague Werewolf’s gathering point; if not guided by the former Chieftain, Murphy alone might not have found this peculiar place hidden behind the cavern’s rear in a small mountain corner.

In the garden-like area ahead, at the center stood a two-story wooden house, with its door tightly shut yet emanating perceptible signs of life.