My Players Are So Fierce

All around are Ghoul people worshiping the King of Bone Biting, you should seize this opportunity.

Also, we must figure out who Old Senke previously performed gene enhancement for. I feel there’s definitely something fishy going on behind this matter.

“Hmm, your advice is very sound, I will do it immediately.”

Hog is very good at adopting the right suggestions, he immediately maneuvers the power armor to the first floor. After he leaves, Triss approaches Murphy and softly says:

“We should return, Murphy. Things here should be left to Hog without issue. You should meet the Werewolf Players and give them a few tasks, then we’ll take the others and leave here.

Since we’ve been frank with Babro, the candidate binding ceremony with the Blood Fear Clan should be held immediately.

Lord Paryen is still waiting for news. Once he knows the Wise Wolf has accomplished a big task here, he will view you in a new light, and Palano, who has always been a guard for the Wise Wolf, can also be freed. The Rose Knight and his Blood Covenant knights have precisely the kind of combat strength that the Maginot Line desperately needs.”

“I’m thinking of whether we can get the Blood Fear Clan moving before we leave.”

Murphy, leaning against a storage tank, says to Triss:

“The Blood Fear Clan should leverage their maritime advantage in the Misty Sea and first reach the surroundings of the Ligurian Peninsula. We are short of manpower there, and Miss Pailan’s Bataxin Trading Group doesn’t have enough usable people. It’s perfect for the Blood Fear Clan to partake, and in this way, Professor Malcolm’s proposed great migration can be smoothly launched.

Getting pirates to fight land battles is a foolish choice; they should exert their prowess at sea.”

“But they are currently panicking.”

Triss shakes her head and says:

“The pursuit by the World Burning Demon Warrior has left them overwhelmed. Now it’s unrealistic to have them set sail.”

“That was before. Don’t forget we found the Creation Energy.”

Murphy points downward, saying:

“You also said, that thing is sufficient in suppressing and countering the Subspace creatures, adequately protecting them. Just needing a vessel capable of storing energy, it’s likely to shelter a ship.

Subspace creatures abhor that aura. As long as the Blood Fear Pirates don’t foolishly venture into places reigned by Subspace aura, they won’t be suddenly attacked.”

“Even if they encounter an attack, with Creation Energy in hand, they won’t be utterly defenseless. The Blood Fear Clan bears sins, Triss. They must do something substantial; otherwise, they won’t pass Lord Paryen’s hurdle.”

“Hmm, makes sense, let me ponder on it a bit.”

Triss says:

“I need to find a way to store Creation Energy; perhaps Alchemy can achieve it, but it will take some time.”

“No worries, we still have time.”

Murphy reassures:

“If Transylvania really encounters trouble, with the transmitter here, we can return in an instant. You go ahead and be busy; I’ll call you when we depart.”

“Hmm.”

Triss walks towards the deepest energy area but turns back after a few steps and says:

“Shani just looked at you in a strange way, probably Thorn’s Duke is also curious about what magic my little Mo Fei possesses to single-handedly direct the return of the Creational Jackal-Werewolves faction.

From my experience, when a woman becomes curious about a man, it usually means trouble is about to happen. Murphy, you better hold yourself together!

Did you hear me?”

“What are you worrying about, Triss?”

Handsome Murphy bemoans:

“I’m having difficulty dealing with even you, having another one will drive me insane.”

“Humph.”

Triss snorts and turns, her graceful figure disappears into the corridor leading to the energy zone. A few minutes later, Hog returns to the second floor with Lady Nanaque and Old Senke.

Lady Nanaque has fully understood from her brother’s “big transformation” status how exaggerated the power left by the King of Bone Biting in the sacred land is. She is now somewhat apprehensive, uncertain of the treatment she will soon face.

“Don’t worry, little lass.”

Old Senke, who has witnessed true storms, says calmly to Lady Nanaque:

“Merely the bloodline within you ensures you won’t be harmed; it is the bloodline of the king, and you will share in the king’s glory because of it.”

“Indeed.”

Hog flips open the black wolf-head helmet of his power armor, a function he just discovered, and turns to say to Lady Nanaque:

“Neither Master Morphy nor I will harm you, Lady Nanaque. You need to lie in the biological cabin for a check-up to ensure the health of both your child and yourself, and I will perform Creational enhancement on you after your childbirth.

I have no intention of becoming the new leader of the jackal people. My entire life is dedicated to our species and civilization, therefore, the child within you might ascend to the throne in the future. But I want you to understand, the bloodline is merely the foundation of their rise, not a necessity. If their growth cannot satisfy the Guardians of Creation, not even as descendants of Lord Felix will they be given any privileges.”

“That’s exactly how it should be!”

Old Senke nods and says:

“I trust the king’s lineage will not disappoint all Jackal-Werewolves who have high hopes for them. Yet, the tempering of acquired abilities is also essential, just as my king personally conquered our people a hundred years ago. They must tread the path of conquest once more to become kings.”

Faced with these two fellows’ ambitions for expected achievements from her child, Lady Nanaque somewhat reluctantly touches her belly, whispering: