My Players Are So Fierce

The eighteen knights of the Rushing River Knights Group, led by Miss Biqi, were still puzzled by the strange surnames of these Shield Dwarves. Holding her battle helmet, she wondered aloud:

“Shouldn’t you all have the surname XX Hammer? Why is it Locus? And your naming style is quite different from the dwarves I know.”

“All our names have ‘Hammer’ in them, doesn’t that align with the naming habits of the dwarves?”

The Clan Leader of the Locus Dwarf Clan, Locus Firehammer, squinted as he inquired, immediately stumping Miss Biqi, who scratched her head and said:

“True, but I still feel something is not quite right…”

“Oh, little Biqi, stop thinking about it, you’ll burn out your brain.”

The Knight of Liwen, with a look of exasperation, affectionately patted Biqi on the head and said:

“Be good, stop thinking. I certainly don’t want to see you losing sleep again tonight over these strange questions. If you have trouble sleeping, I’ll be worried. All you need to do is lift up your sword and gladly head into battle.

When it’s time to use your brain, just call me. I’ll always be by your side.”

“Earth Walking Technique, ready! Everyone move towards us!”

Rock Stormhammer held aloft his shimmering Earth Totem and shouted.

All members of the B Plan Group immediately gathered together. The Coffin Bearer member of the Eight Elites summoned their elite Undead Servant. As veteran players, they boasted an army of Necromancers and Netherworld Knights as servants, basking in their might without restraint.

Seconds later, with a flash of earth-toned light, the B Plan Group vanished into the ground, quickly advancing deep into the base using the Earth Walking Technique.

Meanwhile, in a laboratory on the underground third level of the R-9 base, a mumbling Explorer stood amidst an experiment room full of jars, shutting down the biological preservation program and initiating the awakening program for his “creations.”

Beside him, Old Flynn, holding a magic wand as an assistant, was constantly instructed to press those complex buttons and lever switches.

This white-bearded old man seemed a bit absent-minded, his heart beating fast, with an ominous feeling that something terrible was about to happen today.

“Kant, you sent a researcher as a messenger outside before. I’ve been curious, what did you send out?”

Forcing himself to redirect his focus from that ominous feeling, Old Flynn asked in a low voice.

Busy unsealing his “dangerous creation,” the Explorer replied without turning his head:

“It was Mr. Scholar’s order. He asked us to send out the energy essence produced by that thing on the underground fourth level to our collaborators outside.”

“The underground fourth level?”

Old Flynn was startled. He said:

“Isn’t that place strictly prohibited?”

“Oh, come on, Flynn!”

The Explorer sneered, saying:

“Officially, it’s prohibited, but who in the base doesn’t know what’s there? Didn’t you go there to see yourself in your first few days? We are all Psychics, and exploration of the unknown is our driving force for progress. No Psychic can endure that foolish ban.

I don’t know why Mr. Scholar wants us to send it out.

To be honest, I don’t care!

Right now, I just want to know how spectacular my creation will perform in actual combat! It’s a war beast I specifically bred based on the physiological characteristics of vampires!

Using the incomplete genes of third-generation Wolf People as a blueprint and incorporating samples of werewolves from the ancient biological library, I further enhanced their wild fury, blending in the blood of Thorn Clan’s Night Walker and Wolfsbane Clan’s Wilderness Blood.

I practically gave them the most perfect power traits I could find.

You know, Flynn, research on Ratmen has long bored me. No matter how much you enhance them, those low-level creatures can never transcend themselves. But this thing before us is what I’m planning to present to Mr. Scholar as my ‘graduate thesis.’ Though it’s not yet perfect, we have time to slowly perfect it.

I hate vampires!

Even when I was a Psychic, I hated them. I believe my creations will one day slaughter all the vampires.”

“But the obedience program for them isn’t fully written, Kant!”

Old Flynn solemnly reminded:

“You’d best not let them fight alone for too long. You’ve given them too much intelligence, which is a prohibited matter in Mr. Scholar’s compiled ‘Creator’s Code.’”

“I know, I know. As long as the invaders are killed, I’ll recall them.”

The Explorer grew somewhat impatient with his old friend’s advice.

He focused intently on the progress bar advancing in the holographic projection before him, his mind fully anticipating the powerful display of his creations, failing to notice the approaching noise and clamor outside the lab.

By the time the two researchers realized the impending chaos, the B Plan Group had surged into the corridor, with the “Locus Clan,” composed of over a dozen Shield Dwarves, showing unparalleled bravery.

As they claimed, they were representing Gaia, the Earth Mother Goddess’s wrath in this action. Every researcher they encountered in their path was angrily slain and then resurrected as undead by the warlocks trailing behind.

“There’s someone here!”

The Shield Dwarf assassin, Rock Bloodhammer, perceptively shouted, grabbed a throwing hammer, and hurled it, crashing through the locked door with a bang. A group of dwarves then rushed in, just in time to see the Explorer striking a dramatic pose, pointing forward with his Dark Spirit Wand.