My Players Are So Fierce

The werewolf players of the Soul-Stealer Family immediately scattered, each leading a group of frenzied werewolves deeper into the Underground Palace. Evil Old King also led some followers further inside.

The burden on their shoulders was heavy; they needed to ignite a conflict between the werewolves and the Baphomet Heretics in the shortest possible time. The current slaughter was merely an appetizer for this goal.

But it didn’t matter. The Pestilence Clan had learned orthodox death knowledge from the Little Mummy of the Dead Moon Church, and every player in the Soul-Stealer Family could perform a decent undead awakening. With the combat power of these werewolves, it wouldn’t take a day and a night to create an undead army of significant size.

If the Goatman Cultists still weren’t planning to resist by then, their fate was bound to be bleak.

At the same time as the werewolves launched a massive invasion into the Baphomet Earth Palace, in the Camp Stone Tower at the lower levels of the Underground Palace, Nightmare Priest Larush was staring seriously at a black crystal ball placed on a unique rack in front of him. Through this device, he could monitor the situation in the lower levels of the Baphomet Earth Palace.

He saw heretics being slaughtered by werewolves without any defense, which made Larush feel anger.

Damn!

We have been hiding obediently in the Underground Palace for one or two months to avoid you disasters, and this is the thanks we get?

We have no issue with you killing Transia People, but can’t you do it somewhere else, you bastard!

“High Priest, you need to come up with a plan.”

A nightmare priest in a red robe said worriedly:

“There aren’t many werewolves entering the Underground Palace now, but this is just the beginning. Those crafty Transia People intentionally led them here to provoke conflict between us. And damn those Silver Dwarfs, the tunnels they dug have openings in the labyrinth, definitely attracting more werewolves in to kill us all.”

“What kind of eyes do you have?”

Larush scolded:

“There are clearly Transia People lackeys among the werewolves, those leading werewolves towards the depths of the Underground Palace have malicious intentions, and could they have found a path through this enormous labyrinth to the lower levels by accident? Do you believe that?

The Transia People are helping them!

Damn it, I knew there was something off when that vampire woman summoned Minotaurus to roam around the labyrinth some time ago!”

“But it’s too late to discuss this now, High Priest! You need to make a decision.”

Another goat man high priest in purple clothing said anxiously:

“The awakening of Lord Baphomet has reached a critical stage; we can’t let the werewolves rampage like this.

They are slaughtering our church friends, who are seeds for weaving the Nightmare paradise! We’ve spent so long advancing our great plan to this point, and as the chaotic and dangerous times arrive, we need to rely on the Land of Nightmares of Lord Baphomet to escape the despair of reality…”

“What can I do?

Should I personally run to the Hunter’s chosen ones and explain everything? Do you think the werewolves would believe us?

Even if we step back a thousand steps, can’t we understand the werewolves’ intent for this Black Disaster, even if others can’t?

They are using blood and death to awaken their Divine Spirit!

It’s no different from what we are doing. Do you expect a bunch of lunatics eager for a divine descent to listen to us?

Fools!

Huggesen will not only refrain from stopping them but will also send more people over.

After all, it’s easier to kill us than to wipe out a civilized camp, this is a dead end! Can’t you see that? When those damn Transia People aimed at us, there was no way to avoid it.”

Larush glared harshly at his useless subordinates.

This old goat man wasn’t much of a formidable figure, otherwise, when Murphy and the others dealt with the Twilight follower in the Underground Palace, he wouldn’t have had to “politely send” them away with the precious “The Book of Ten Thousand Curses”.

That’s a simple truth, too.

If the Baphomet Heretics were truly formidable, would they still need to hide in the Underground Palace plotting low-key schemes?

Goat men, after all, are not a prosperous race.

The Baphomet Heretical Sect is merely a small branch of extremists from goat man ideology. In terms of numbers, never mind werewolves, even Transia People could trounce them.

Facing Larush’s explanation, the nightmare priests around exchanged glances, unable to come up with any effective solution, and the atmosphere became stagnant, a large, awkward silence reflected on the solemn faces of the goat men.

Yet the old goat man had some tricks up his sleeve as the leader. In this silent moment, he squinted his eyes and said:

“The werewolves, relying on the imminent birth of the Master of Hunting, see us as firewood. That’s so foolish! They think we won’t resist, but we are not powerless fools either. Lord Baphomet can’t unleash the Master of Nightmares’ power elsewhere, but within his cage, the Land of Nightmares is already taking shape.

This is our domain!

Fellow believers, we fear no battle with any enemy here!

Werewolves can sacrifice us, can’t we sacrifice them?

Hehe, in every misfortune lies an opportunity, but it depends on whether we have the courage to seize it. Hmm, even Lord Baphomet, who twists and turns in every nightmare, is very hungry too…”