My Players Are So Fierce

But that strange layer of armor helps them resist damage, leaving the soldiers utterly helpless against these monsters. Often a reckless counterattack is detected by those creatures, and with a casual wave, flames descend from the sky, engulfing everything around in a raging inferno.

In just a few minutes of their charge on the battlefield, they left a path of burning corpses and a sea of blood.

These are not enemies on the level of Werewolves. When the power gap is so vast that it’s completely insurmountable, a collapse in morale is inevitable — especially since these things carry some damned mental aura. Any fear that arises in their presence quickly escalates into a state of terror.

It’s simply impossible to fight them!

These aren’t something ordinary people can handle, just like the bigwigs wouldn’t try to tackle the Fallen Cans. This isn’t the way to seek death in style.

“What the hell are these things?”

On the Transylvania people’s front, Old Qin and several high-level players from the Loyalty Song Guild stared open-mouthed at the Flame Giants moving across the Nord’s front. They weren’t clear about what happened in the underground tunnels, but they immediately realized the Nords needed support.

“Follow me!”

Old Qin grabbed his Chainsaw Sword, leapt onto his warhorse, and charged forward. His “Necromancer” Baldwin summoned a skeleton pegasus to follow, casting various states on the Foreign Warriors as they advanced.

But as they approached these burning creatures, Mr. Ziwei, wearing his robe, sensed something was off. He threw out a few Slow Skills to decelerate the incoming Flame Giants, then shouted to his comrades:

“Approaching this thing requires a pass! Damn, retreat and hit them with ranged attacks!”

“Should’ve said so earlier.”

Next to him, Mustard micro-fool leapt backward, showcasing the superior skills of the Swordsman. Upon landing, he pulled a modified Iron Fist launcher from his bag, aimed with a proper kneeling stance, and squeezed the trigger.

The chubby Summoner Border city prodigal elongated his voice, adding the iconic warning.

“R! P! G!”

“Whoosh”

An Iron Fist, packed with Burning Gold and otherworldly TNT, shot out from the iron tube, trails of white smoke in its wake, and slammed into the brow of a World Burning Demon Warrior with a heavy explosion that followed, knocking the thing to the ground.

Tanking an RPG directly didn’t kill it; only the flames on its surface were peeled away, and the twisted armor got blown open a little.

But no matter, the professionals had more than one Iron Fist in their arsenal.

Old Qin readied another Iron Fist launcher, while the others pulled out ranged weapons loaded with expensive Burning Gold Tipped Bullets to focus fire on the same target.

The good news was these creatures weren’t invincible.

They could be killed.

The bad news was, Old Qin and his team used up three missiles to take down one, highlighting the ludicrous level of its health bar — there might even be some permanent damage reduction in play.

“Something’s off with the damage!”

The old soldier of the Qing dynasty loaded a “Cannibal Demon’s Hammer” with huge bullets and said to the person next to him:

“The explosive damage from the RPG can injure the Hunting Voters, yet it barely makes a dent on these guys. They probably have some weird status exempting them from physical damage, so we can’t just rely on ranged attacks.”

“Then let’s try Divine Power!”

Old Qin took a deep breath, glanced around, and saw a newbie screaming while trying to pull his girlfriend from the cracked ground. The female player in newbie armor took it in stride, pushing away her boyfriend and dramatically shouting, “Don’t forget me,” before letting go and plunging into the dark abyss.

“No!!!”

The lovelorn player knelt on the ground, clutching his heart and screaming.

His emotional scene left the brothers nearby staring at each other, thinking, damn, what kind of new gameplay is this? They’re flaunting their relationship in such a fresh and refined way?

“You! Hey, you over there, come here!”

Old Qin called to the crying guy:

“The organization has a task for you. Stop crying, come quickly.”

“Yeah, coming.”

Hearing Lord Qin’s call, the male player, still dramatically wiping his tears, scampered over. His ID was “Cyber Romeo,” and his girlfriend’s ID was probably “Electronic Juliet.”

“See that arrogant World Burning Demon Warrior?”

Old Qin stuffed a tube of improved Finishing Wine into the total newbie Romeo’s hand, patted his shoulder, and said:

“Go, rush over and hug it to self-detonate. We need to see if Light-eating Divine Power can inflict effective damage on this peculiar being. If this works, I’ll give you a set of armor.”

“Two sets, boss, my girlfriend needs one too!”

Romeo had no psychological burden about heading to death and eagerly said to Old Qin:

“If I take it down, can you throw in a weapon too? As newbies, it’s really tough for us, nearly everything good in the starter village and here has been looted by you guys.”

“No problem, you can have it! But killing it might be tricky, so you need to wear this.”

Beside him, Border city prodigal stepped up and strapped an “explosive vest” on Romeo, setting the timer, and said:

“10 seconds, remember, get close enough.”

“Leave it to me, boss, I’m a pro at this dying business!”