My Players Are So Fierce

2087: Chapter 696: Ah!

Priest Chief Bayek!

Was This Part of Your Plan Too?

2087 -696: Ah!

Priest Chief Bayek!

Was This Part of Your Plan Too?

“Hey!

Maintain the altitude and speed, don’t go too fast or too slow.

The thing in my hand needs to be held steadily to accurately track the core of the Banquet of Thousands of Souls ritual.

This damned death curse is troublesome and must be dealt with before it creates an unmanageable hell of resentful spirits.”

At this moment, Nifytelli standing behind the Holy Beetle Saddle holds a strange moon talisman, resembling the pendulum used by hypnotists.

The Mummy Girl ties it to her hand with a rope, but it does not hang naturally.

Instead, it constantly shifts positions in the air, guiding Nifytelli and her temporary servants towards the core of the evil undead ritual.

Upon sensing the activation of the Banquet of Thousands of Souls earlier, Nifytelli rushed to the Blackflame Mountain Pass.

It’s not that she’s particularly dedicated; it’s just that the current issue is too big for her to hide away and slack off with peace of mind.

The loss of death curse knowledge can be investigated slowly later, but if the Banquet of Thousands of Souls continues to operate unchecked, it will ultimately affect not just the Blackflame Mountain Pass.

The Wolf People simply cannot comprehend the dangerous power with which they are collaborating!

“I say, is this thing really that terrifying?”

Since her Holy Beetle hasn’t hatched yet, Teranova enthusiastically riding PengPeng, the Champion insect, asks with curiosity:

“It’s just summoning resentful spirits, and don’t rituals have effective ranges?”

“Just summoning resentful spirits?

Listen to yourself.

Truly fearless due to ignorance!”

The Mummy Girl maintains the tracking while mocking:

“Summoning resentful spirits is only the first step of the Banquet of Thousands of Souls, even merely a prelude!

When the number of resentful spirits increases to a certain extent, their death psychic power will start corroding the boundary between the material world and the Netherworld.

Once the corrosion deepens, real Netherworld creatures will ‘break through’.

You’re not a necromancer.

You can’t understand the difference between ordinary undead and Netherworld creatures, but I can tell you clearly, the effective range of the Banquet of Thousands of Souls will expand over time.

This thing was used once by some reckless extremist priests after they researched it.

It was during the Mamuruk rebellion three hundred years ago that the paranoid warlord destroyed the Heavenly Bridge, completely ruining the efforts of the Sanghai Empire and Castilla Elf to eliminate hatred.

His actions angered the Pharaoh King, leading to an army encircling his clans.

In desperation, Pharaoh Mamluk used the Banquet of Thousands of Souls…

Do you know when that ritual ended?”

“Ah?”

Teranova replies, bewildered:

“How would I know?

Although I’m Sanghai, I’ve never been to the Origin Land after I was born.

Hurry up, don’t keep me in suspense!”

“Tch, that ritual is still operating today!

It has lasted exactly three hundred years.”

Nifytelli sighs and says:

“One-seventh of the Sanghai desert is affected, forcing the Death Moon Society to seal the area.

No living person dares to approach that kingdom of resentful spirits, and three powerful Netherworld armies are stationed at the border of ‘Mamuruk Death Abyss’ at all times.

I heard that the Pharaoh from three hundred years ago transformed himself into a resentful spirit.

Though he gave up becoming one of the Kings of the Netherworld, he still rules his kingdom.

If the current ritual is not controlled, the already chaotic Dark Mountain Range will gain another kingdom of resentful spirits.

That Twilight…

They’re not helping the Wolf People at all!

The foolish Wolf People can’t understand any of this, and when they realize it, their souls will become a part of this ritual.

I’m increasingly suspicious that the suppression of Xike City’s issue led them to use this vicious curse here again…

Wait!

I’ve just realized something!”

The Mummy Girl suddenly freezes as if struck by lightning, clutching her drowned head and gasps:

“The knowledge of the Death Moon Society didn’t flow from the Moon Holy City!

Our Holy City isn’t the problem; Twilight has established contact with the King of Resentful Spirits, Mamuruk!

This explains why they would use the Banquet of Thousands of Souls!

The ritual knowledge of this curse was supposed to have been destroyed long ago!

Mamuruk was a High Priest of the Death Moon Society before his death, and his tribe contains various Netherworld knowledge.

Ah, I finally figured out the cause and effect of all this!

Oh God!

The seal of the Death Moon over the Abyss of Wraiths has a problem, and the King of Resentful Spirits is escaping his prison; no, the result might be worse!

He might have already escaped!

Death Moon above, I must send this terrible news back.”

“Calm down!

Focus, Officer Nifytelli!”

Teranova doesn’t comprehend the reasoning of the Mummy Girl; she sees the strange moon pendant in the latter’s hand has stopped, and shouts:

“Are we at the location?”

“Hmm?”

In shock, the Mummy Girl glances at the motionless pendant, waves her hand, and shouts:

“Descend!

The ritual core is just below; according to the knowledge I’ve learned, this ritual can still be dealt with at this stage, as long as we destroy its core…”

“Hi there, young girl from the Bome Family, I’ve recognized your family crest.

Your insect is so beautiful; it reminds me of the past when I seem to have had such a pretty insect during my lifetime.”

The voice from below interrupts Nifytelli’s plan; both the Mummy Girl and Teranova turn their heads at the same time to see an “explorer” in cowboy attire holding a cup of coffee, leaning against a stone wall soaked in the icy, deadly aura.

This mysterious guy warmly greets the two girls.

Yet he bluntly reveals the origin and identity of the Mummy Girl, immediately putting Nifytelli on guard.

“Such a lifelike Soul-Lost Puppet?”

She exclaims:

“Don’t fool around, you’re a member of Twilight, aren’t you?”

“You may call me ‘Explorer’, young princess.”

The Explorer shrugs and asks:

“I ask you, is your beautiful but mean-spirited grandmother still serving as a socialite in the Netherworld?”

“?”

The Mummy Girl is taken aback, then she screams and takes a step back, protecting a bewildered Teranova still holding the shotgun behind her, she shouts:

“You!

You’re Mamuruk!

King of the Tomb of Resentful Spirits and Brutality!”

“No, no, no, I have already said, my current name is Explorer, a nickname!

Do you understand nickname?

In our organization, we all call each other by nicknames.

But this is inevitable, given that everyone has some insignificant ‘little secrets’.”

The Twilight Servant waves his hand and emphasizes:

“Though meeting the granddaughter of an old friend is nostalgic, I’m sorry, I now have to send you back to meet your grandmother.

Remember to greet her for me.

And also, ask her how exactly the old debt of affection should be accounted.”

“Ah!”

Upon seeing the Explorer walking towards her, the Mummy Girl screams.

Perhaps it is a scream of fear, after all, she faces the most insane and terrifying brutal Pharaoh in the history of the Sanghai Empire, but seconds after, Nifytelli strangely ceases to scream.

The Explorer hesitates and stops.

He scrutinizes the air around the little mummy whose aura has dramatically shifted until the mummy tilts her head in the manner of a decrepit old man.

“Oh…”

A powerful spiritual body temporarily controlling Nifytelli’s form moves its shoulders and chuckles, saying:

“It’s been a while, Mamuruk, my malicious brother.”

“Bayek?!

You lousy coffin lid were hiding inside your disciple’s soul all along?

No wonder she’s so insane!

And you’ve gone mad, daring to defy the constraints of Netherworld Will, leaving the Origin Land in the form of a spiritual body!

You will be severely punished.”

“Rather than worry about me and my disciple, I think you should worry about yourself.

When Old Patin informed me of the leak in Netherworld knowledge, I knew you were up to mischief, resentful spirit that you are, how does it feel to escape your cage?

Savour this taste of freedom one last time, King of Resentful Spirits.

For next, you shall enjoy it no more.”