My Players Are So Fierce

Romeo proudly patted his chest, then handed his Calculating Pearl and dog tag to Old Qin, and raced toward the World Burning Demon Warrior, uncorking the Potion and pouring it into his mouth mid-run, his eyes red as he shouted “Demacia” and lunged at the World Burning Demon Warrior.

His strength was definitely not enough to approach easily, as he was grabbed by the burning giant just as he started to leap.

The burning fingers clenched hard, crushing the cyber-romantic’s head, but the Light-eating Divine Power exploded afterwards, that black energy spilling like a downpour over the World Burning Demon Warrior, causing it to scream violently.

The explosive vest unleashed its power in the next moment, a massive explosion sending shockwaves through the air.

Once everything calmed down, the upper half of the once-fierce World Burning Demon Warrior was torn open, and as it wobbled, trying to seek help from companions, it was finished off by a single bullet from the old soldier of Qing dynasty, long prepared and aimed.

The twisted armor shattered, exposing the bizarre form to the material world, the exaggerated distortion like a human-shaped maggot, intimidating but unable to survive in the material world, disintegrating into screams upon exposure to reality.

It eventually dispersed into a heap of black sand scattered by fierce winds.

This scene was witnessed in full by Colonel Duke from a short distance away.

Colonel Duke was in a dire situation, his position lost, his soldiers heavily battered. Fortunately, he had arranged for some warriors to withdraw beforehand, preventing a total wipeout.

But now, the ground he had defended for over twenty days was gone, leaving the Colonel with a hollow feeling.

He stood amidst a chaos of corpses and blood, his face covered in filth, surveying the burning terrain. The damn Subspace creatures continued hunting his pitiful soldiers, those brave souls fighting desperately like loyal hounds before a tiger, but unable to harm the attackers.

The Winter Wolf Banner he valued most had been ignited, the flag symbolizing northern glory burned to ashes.

The battle was this dire…

How was he supposed to explain to General Baldwin, who trusted and promoted him single-handedly!

He had taken an oath before the campaign, determined to cleanse the shame of being called cowards by the Transia People, determined to return honor to his country!

“Damn!”

Colonel Duke wiped his face, looked around, and quickly found the remnants of a dead Transia foreigner. He lunged forward to search and finally picked up that slender black Potion.

He knew that this was what empowered that newbie to kill the World Burning Demon Warrior earlier.

The Transia People called it the Potion…

What a fitting name, truly a means to replace feeble words with genuine action, providing warriors trapped in hopeless situations a last chance to reclaim a shred of dignity, a necessary sacrifice for victory.

“Pop”

The cork was removed.

Colonel Duke took a final look at the Nord Warriors behind him, seeing fear in their eyes, no longer any pride or courage of the Winter Wolf Warriors, nor the adventurous spirit and bravery typical of the Blood Descendants of the Great Wilderness.

These soldiers were terrified; they needed to witness a miracle to restore their morale.

Let it be accomplished by him!

Colonel Duke raised his head, mimicking the farewell gesture of the Transia People, holding the black liquid high and shouting to his soldiers:

“Bring my relics back to Klim Fortress! Tell General Baldwin that Frank Duke disappointed him, tell my child his father wasn’t a coward! Place flowers on my late wife’s grave, I shall reunite with her in the lush lands.

For the Winter Wolf Army!

For Nordtof!

For victory!”

He downed the Potion in one gulp, the bitterness and orangey stench nearly making him retch. How did those damn fools get accustomed to such a dreadful taste and could drink it with a smile repeatedly?

These foreigners must be insane!

Colonel Duke thought, grabbing a broken spear nearby, fueled by the surging power of life burning within as he roared, charging toward the nearest World Burning Demon Warrior.

At the moment of his leap to slash, the voice of the Lord of Darkness echoed in his heart:

“Ah, finally, there’s someone brave enough to accept my gift, kneel before me, warrior, and I will grant you dark eternal life!”

“To hell with your eternal life! I just want victory.”

This was Colonel Duke’s reply to a Divine Spirit, as he fully unleashed the Light-eating Divine Power trying to take over him, like a black sun devouring light.

“Stop! My power isn’t meant to be used this way! Don’t learn from those damn foreigners!!!”

“Boom”

The Colonel’s broken spear stabbed fiercely into the flames of the World Burning Demon Warrior.

The mundane iron turned to ash, but the explosive divine power as flesh burned, covered the creature’s upper body like black fireworks, fueled by the power that devours all light, extinguishing its filthy twisted Light of Life.

“Damn! An NPC blew himself up.”

Mr. Ziwei screeched suddenly, making Old Qin look back sharply. He saw another Nord officer, missing an arm, red-eyed, charging at another World Burning Demon Warrior. In that guy’s remaining hand was another Potion, the cork already bitten off in his screams, as he poured it into his mouth, behind him, a newbie stunned by having his “self-destruct switch” snatched away.

“They’ve truly learned… Damn it, I knew it wasn’t a good idea to let the NPC act alongside us, that’s Captain Moritz… Stop him!”

Old Qin shouted, but it was too late.

“Boom”

The second black fire crushed the World Burning Demon Warrior, amidst the booming light-devouring noise, the faint cry could still be heard.

For victory!

For Nordtof…