My Players Are So Fierce

At this moment, six full hours have passed since Botana and Manson activated the undead warriors within this death space, and two hours have passed since the Banquet of Thousands of Souls was launched.

Ordinary Golden Ones simply cannot last this long under such circumstances.

After all, this is the struggle of one man’s strength against tens of thousands of berserk undead.

Ovg was able to hold on not only because of the Earth Sacred Object in his hand, but also because this mountain pass is Gaia’s sacred land.

As the current High Priest of the Mother Earth, he can receive the full support of the Power of the Earth here.

But even so, when everyone arrived, Ovg’s already hunched and elderly body seemed even more exhausted, making this Old Dwarf appear “withered”.

“Three hours…”

As Murphy approached, he could hear Ovg’s weak voice.

The Old Dwarf was currently the bearer of the Divine Arts of the “Blessed Rock of the Earth”.

He could not move, as if transformed into a rooted boulder, and could only communicate with those around him in a spiritual manner.

“I can hold out for another three hours.

Can we complete the retreat?”

He asked.

Hether shook her head, then nodded, saying:

“If we abandon the supplies, we can send people away.

But that would mean the Wolf People would gain sufficient resources, and with the amount we prepared for defense, these items would be enough for them to sweep across the Continent.

I’ve already commanded the Engineer Soldiers to start laying explosives, but it all takes time.”

“It’s alright, you don’t have to hold on for three hours!”

Murphy stepped forward and said to the Old Dwarf he was meeting for the first time:

“You can rest after two hours, but I need you to seal off the connections between this space and the other areas of the front before the evacuation, leaving only a few suitable passages to support it from collapsing.

My soldiers and warriors will take over the defense to buy time for the final evacuation.

Additionally, I am friends with your grandson, who truly deserves to pay for the things he did to Transylvania.

I swear, because of what he did, he will certainly die by my hand.”

“Haha, could you let him die after getting married?”

Instead of getting angry, the Old Dwarf laughed and said:

“At least let the bloodline of Silverheart continue, right?

My dear granddaughter has been waiting for too long, Lord Murphy.

Loren did wrong, but he is stubborn.

If he must atone, he wouldn’t choose to hide and linger on.

Don’t worry, your conflict with him won’t lead to Silver Fort intervening.

After all, Loren is only half dwarf, especially since he loyally served King Louis, we have no reason to interfere with his fate.

Enough about that brat.

Can your soldiers truly withstand these aggrieved dead from a hundred years ago?

They’re furious.

I can feel it.

They’re twisted into dreadful creatures by loss and pain, unable to return to the Netherworld or find peace.

They’ve been preparing for this revenge for a hundred years…

If they manage to get out, they will become creatures of slaughter more dangerous than the Wolf People.

This is the plan of the Wolf People.

They are cunning, wanting to make this Revenge Army their vanguard into Transylvania.”

“Rest assured.”

Murphy looked at the howling undead in the death space and said:

“They’re not going anywhere.

Having been dead for a hundred years, it’s long past their time to rest.”

“Swish”

The luminance of the Earth Walking Technique flickered as it brought the last tardy “guest” here, the Baron of Hunting, Kudell, striding over with the Griffin Greatsword on his back.

He stood behind the shimmering, earth-hued curtain, gazing upon the ghastly dead before him.

The figures before him were all comrades he had fought alongside with, and he could even make out some among the weathered weapons.

If Salockdale hadn’t whisked him away at the last moment, he should have been one of these undead revengers.

During his hundred years as a vampire, Kudell felt he existed in hell every moment, but now a harsher truth had emerged.

He hadn’t entered hell; he had been lucky to escape it.

The sight before him filled Kudell with overwhelming rage.

He removed his helm and reached out to touch the undead before him, but finally drew back his fingers.

“Bang”

The second strongest of the Blood Vulture Clan fell to his knees.

Vampires cannot cry, or Kudell would undoubtedly have tears streaming down his face.

Murphy placed a hand on Kudell’s shoulder, not merely in comfort, but to help Kudell suppress his unbridled anger with the power of Omega, preventing this vampire Civilian Protection Officer, once tainted by subspace, from slipping back into loss of control.

Subspace took a part of him.

And now, even the memory of an old soldier was something the henchmen of the Evil Gods wouldn’t allow him to keep.

Kudell felt the power coming from his shoulder.

He lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice to his comrades from a hundred years ago:

“Sorry, I’m late, brothers.

I can’t give you glory or dignity, but I swear I’ll help you finish the last part of this cursed journey.

I’ll stay here with you until the end comes.

Maxim!”

“Hmm?”

Maxim looked at Kudell, and the Civilian Protection Officer said to him:

“Your body and mind are ready to step into the next stage, so for this blockade, you’ll serve as my lieutenant.

I’ll help you complete the Silver Trial, and you must help me give my brothers their final honor!

Then…

Then I’ll personally bring the twilight to the shame of us old Guardians, returning it a hundredfold or thousandfold!

I swore an oath to protect but couldn’t shield anything…

Perhaps this is my fate.”

“Don’t say that, all of Transylvania is counting on you, my Civilian Protection Officer.”

Murphy said softly:

“Your granddaughter is also watching you, so make peace with Midnight, who opposes and hates you, and become our hero.

We need you to be the hero of all Transylvania in the coming war…

although this is a hundred years late…

Welcome to the Blood Vulture Clan.”