My Players Are So Fierce

Activate the Grand Nightmare Sacrifice!

Let the Power of Nightmare fill the Earth Palace, let Lord Baphomet’s favorite gladiatorial combat begin, release the Nightmare Hunting Dogs, and drag those tormented souls into Paradise.

Ha…

In our territory, so what about The Master of Hunting?”

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“Hmm?”

Miss Winnie, who was receiving the Soul-Stealer Jackal Men players at the assembly point No. 11 in the upper levels of Baphomet Underground Palace, suddenly felt a sense of unease. She had been in the Underground Palace for quite some time, but just now, some uncomfortable forces began to rise.

It was like layers of mist, seeping out from every corner of this ancient Underground Palace that had been established for who knows how long, starting to dazzle consciousness, as if the passage of the Underground Palace before her became blurred.

The Bullheaded Monster Guard beside Winnie also sprayed air columns from its nostrils. It shook its tail while grasping a Brass Axe and issued a low warning to Winnie.

“Do you also sense danger here?”

Knowing well the Bullheaded Monster’s perception of danger, Winnie felt even more uneasy. She stood up and shouted to those Werewolf Players picking at the stalls:

“Hey, there’s a problem here. Do you want to evacuate with me?”

“Huh? What’s the problem, sister-in-law.”

The Werewolf Player with the ID “A Stick of Yellow Crane Tower” turned his head, wagged his tail, licked his face and chuckled:

“Do you need us mighty and powerful big brothers to protect you?”

“What kind of strange title is that!”

Miss Winnie rebuked displeasedly:

“Although my sister indeed has a Blood Covenant connection with Mr. Stick, the two of them are innocent, okay? And besides, I always feel there’s some teasing and malice that I don’t understand in you calling me ‘sister-in-law’.

But you guys are not bad.”

The young vampire stroked several high-quality gemstones and a Blood Vulture Egg presented as gifts. She said:

“I like these gifts very much, which is why I reminded you.

I estimate the Goat Men below have been driven to desperation and unlocked some dangerous arrays. Before I came, The Grand Duke of Triss had warned me, there are forces in this Earth Palace from the past Era, and those Goat Men liked pulling people in for lowly sacrificial combat during peaceful times.

Maybe they plan to turn the entire Baphomet Underground Palace into a super massive gladiatorial arena, and if you don’t leave now, you won’t have the chance later.”

“No worries, no worries, you go ahead, we’ll stay here.”

A Stick of Yellow Crane Tower waved his hand, casually put on the Werewolf-exclusive Hunting Leather Armor from the stall in front of him, he said:

“We have quests to do here, can’t leave until we’re done, and besides, with our current Werewolf form, if we dare go to the surface, maybe revenge-minded Brother Ah Bing will kill us as monsters.

It’s not worth it.

We’d better stay here.

If they want to turn the Earth Palace into an arena, that’s even better. That way, later Werewolf fellows who come will be directly drawn into the battle state, and we won’t even need to play roles anymore.”

“You guys are really something.”

Winnie, the “Magical Girl” of Red Devil Hall, had already started packing. As she packed the treasures she had acquired during this time, she chuckled:

“I thought you could only move as humans on this land, but you can become anything, now even Werewolves show up. But why aren’t there any Wolf Poison Vampires?

I was planning to recruit some Wolf Poison Vampires to rebuild Gray Claw Faction.”

“Oh, you need reputation for that.”

A Stick of Yellow Crane Tower explained in order to gain Winnie’s favor:

“Our exiles’ forms can be self-selected when entering this world, but choosing Wolf Poison Vampire mainly depends on whether we have such a biological template. I heard some big players say, seems like your Wolfsbane Clan needs to actively join Transylvania.”

“But my sister has already become Mr. Stick’s servant.”

Winnie, feeling puzzled, said:

“Isn’t that enough?”

“Your sister doesn’t represent Wolfsbane Clan, that’s a personal choice.”

Another Soul-Stealer player with the ID “Come for Hua Zi” teased:

“I think you want to open the Wolf Poison Vampire option, how you need to officially belong under Sir Murphy’s banner. For instance, Gray Claw Faction’s leader applies to be part of Transylvania. By the way, I remember Crimson Castle’s arena still has Wolfsbane Clan’s Gladiators, right?

Why not gather them to rebuild the faction?

You should be the leader, Miss Winnie.

You display such generosity, your model is also quite good, and the girl-next-door image is well-liked.

If you are the leader, many rhodium-osmium individuals, ahem, I mean, many beauty-appreciating exiles would definitely be willing to join you and fight for your faction’s rise.”

“Oh? Is there such a statement?”

Winnie didn’t quite understand these before since she wasn’t a core NPC under Murphy’s banner.

Her sister had learned a lot from Stick Brother, but Melia knew the dangers of rebuilding Gray Claw Faction, she didn’t want her sister to go down that path, so she hadn’t disclosed these to Winnie.