My Players Are So Fierce

Nifytelli was summoned to the Hunting Guard Tomb, completely baffled, and had no idea what these foreign little players wanted from her.

But since she had a pretty good impression of them, she didn’t refuse the summons.

Riding her beloved Holy Beetle PengPeng, she swaggered over the Swamp Forbidden Area Zone A, almost being bitten to death by the patrolling giant snake lord Oru.

It was only the presence of the museum director Murphy on Nifytelli that allowed the Mummy Girl to escape unscathed.

Even the undead have things to fear.

Although Nifytelli’s life essence is kept in the Moon Holy City and won’t vanish just because her body is destroyed, the venom from the legendary giant snake can easily corrode Nifytelli’s “original body.” Losing her body would mean Nifytelli has to endure quite a miserable period.

So when this brainless person arrived at the Hunting Guard Tomb, she was trembling all over.

Evidently frightened by the “monsters and demons” of Transylvania.

But the results of Nifytelli’s inspection were excellent.

After taking a breath and calming herself, she proceeded to check the corpses of the Wolf People.

The results were delightful!

These Hunting Guards did not die natural deaths; they were constrained in the cave by guarding Divine Arts.

One hundred years of time was enough to saturate every Wolf People undead with sufficient death aura.

Nifytelli didn’t even need to do any extra processing to use the secret techniques of the Death Moon Society directly and transform them into more dangerous Mummy Warriors or Skeleton Warriors.

These are all higher undead!

“Well, I can help you complete this transformation.

It’s not difficult; it just needs some time.”

Nifytelli said to the players waiting for results:

“In about half a month, you can come to Westerburg to receive your undead guards.

I will send them into the Netherworld and mark them with special beacons.

Then, all you need to do is complete a basic soul contract, and you can summon your undead servant anytime, anywhere.

But since you’re not necromancers, it’s hard for you to precisely control these formidable beings.

You can only summon them and let them kill freely.

Moreover, you’re not summoners; the contract power your soul and consciousness can bear is limited.

Each person can bind at most one higher undead!

There are about 100 silver-tier Hunting Guards here.

Their souls were extracted by the Master of Hunting upon death, which decreases their combat power when made into Netherworld Wraiths, and growth potential is out of the question.”

“So, each of us can have a silver-tier undead servant?”

Yan Song was immediately happy upon hearing this, shouting:

“This is a silver-tier bodyguard.

Even if there’s no growth potential, it’s still acceptable.

Silver that is still silver, even when we enter the gold stage later, this thing can be used as professional cannon fodder.

Once they are sent into the Netherworld, they won’t be destroyed in the material world, right?

Madam Priest.”

“Yes, theoretically.”

Nifytelli explained academically:

“Unless you do something stupid like sending them into purification rituals, in which case the Netherworld Will would be dispersed, and you won’t be able to resurrect from the Land of Death.

I will prioritize helping you handle these silver-tier hunting guard captains; each of you can give me a drop of blood to mark them with your living aura as summoning beacons…

Um, you’re all projections without blood, which complicates things a bit.

I have to prepare rune stones to store spiritual energy traits and collect your spiritual energy traits later.

But I don’t work for nothing!

You only need these silver-tier undead, right?

Then the remaining 400 iron elite undead will be mine, as a handling fee and production cost, okay?

This time, we ‘Moon Cult’ will waive the fee for you, but similar work next time will require payment.”

“My dearest instructor Nifytelli!”

Honest Dog Egg rushed over, enthusiastically asking:

“Once these iron elite undead are contained by our Moon Cult, as a legitimate death summoner, can I rent a few from you?

I mean, my Skeleton Army Servants are already far from keeping up with the changes in battle power in this version.”

“Hmmm, so these things can actually be rented?

This is the first time I’ve heard of such a concept.

You Transia People are truly creative in this aspect!”

Mummy Girl tilted her head to think for a moment, then nodded and said:

“Rent!

They can all be rented!

After all, if I take them back, they will just be used as my ceremonial procession.

So, if you could help me transport these bodies to Westerburg, I’ll start working this afternoon.”

“Alright, alright, that’s what we’re supposed to do.”

Upon hearing they could get a permanent silver undead servant for free, the players who didn’t get any equipment were instantly thrilled, actively helping with using the psychic package to transport the bodies, even summoning Psychic from the Red Devil Hall to open the door.

And those who got good equipment were now looking at their new goodies and pondering, which is better, a divine weapon or a silver servant; it’s really hard to decide.

But what can be sure is that those who got divine weapons, in a single duel, would definitely not be able to beat a fellow player who can summon a silver undead.

So, is this wave equal to giving up the present and investing in the future?

“Awesome, the development team is generous enough to give everyone a silver undead as an assistant.”