My Players Are So Fierce

One of the leaders of the Dusk Faction, the Scholar, had a completely unprepared conversation with Murphy under such circumstances.

How should I put it?

This guy seems to be quite unorthodox.

But Murphy still gleaned some useful information from the other’s brief tone. He glanced at Triss, while the Crimson Duke, who was extracting the Explorer’s soul with a very evil spell, said without turning his head:

“The accent from the Charldo Harbor area, those unique rolled sounds are difficult for other races to mimic, and the wording is quite refined. Some words even I find outdated.

It’s probably a Half-body Man.

Not from this era, maybe some old undead thing can’t stand the loneliness.

Also, the Rune Stone in your hand has already been scrapped; the other side has done damages on it.

This thing is useless!

Destroy it immediately, or the other side can reverse search to determine your location.”

“Have you pinpointed the other party’s location?”

Murphy asked.

Triss snorted proudly and said:

“Who do you think your wife is? Of course, I’ve already determined it, but it’s only a vague range. Judging from the frequency of the spiritual energy oscillation, it should be near the Eternal Abyss, which is quite far from here.”

“Hmm, my wife is awesome.”

Murphy stepped forward to pat Triss’s shapely rear, then nibbled on the Blood Vulture Duke’s cheek, and bent down to search the soulless corpse, picking up the drops of the Explorer who had been killed by Bobro once before in front of him, and finally reached for the irregular blood-stained crystal.

This item was protected by a special metal frame to prevent it from being damaged in accidental collisions.

As Murphy watched it, he could see the strange light spots hidden beneath the emerald green crystal surface.

They were numerous, constantly flickering and extinguishing, as if transmitting some information, but from the appearance, there was no way to determine the nature of this item. Therefore, when Triss stepped forward to activate the teleportation array, Murphy also performed item identification:

Name: Brain-in-a-Jar · Ts092 · Ratman Thought Aggregator

Quality: Subspace Thought Aggregate [Unique]

Item Effect:

Through this item, you can issue commands to the life greenhouse species numbered “Ts092” and guide their actions.

Notice!

The production process of this item seriously violates the life greenhouse operation rules. This act of binding species’ collective thought is considered “genocide,” please destroy this item immediately.

Notice!

Once this item is destroyed, the biological species numbered “Ts092” will gain permanent freedom on the spiritual thought level.

Notice!

The item used forbidden subspace knowledge in its production process, thus only life forms with a [Chaos] faction and observed by subspace can use this item.

Notice!

When using this item, the user’s thoughts will become entangled with the collective thoughts of the Ratman species, easily causing irreversible damage, assimilation, and interference to the user’s mind.

Therefore, it is not recommended for life forms below gold level that do not possess “Thought Enhancement” or similar specialties to attempt.

Maker: “Life Greenhouse” project affiliated species thought research laboratory

Item Description:

[All it takes is a ‘trivial’ price, and you can become the Ratman God! Give yourself a cool nickname like ‘Bigfoot Mouse’, of course, you could also destroy it with blazing creation energy, returning freedom to the Ratmen.

Although they don’t really need it.]

“Whew, I knew that after being in this line of work for a long time, I’d definitely see all sorts of strange things. I can barely count as well-versed now, but I must say, this thing is still too sinister.”

Murphy harshly complained.

He tried to put this item in the psychic package but found that it interferes with energy flow, making it impossible to store. He had to call in a Werewolf Player from outside, assign him a task, and let him carry the item.

Meanwhile, Triss had already completed the activation and information tracking of the teleportation array, turning back to Murphy:

“A ‘R-9 Base’ location record was added to the travel network of this item, probably something the Explorer accidentally overlooked. You reset the travel network resulting in the other side’s teleportation array recording the Civilization Museum of the Jackalman as the default teleportation coordinate.

Well, it’s quite a deadly yet beautiful misunderstanding.

Looks like there’s a problem at the Dusk’s base.”

“The Scholar told me there’s something quite dangerous under that base, seems like we’ll need to head over.”

Murphy contacted the Wise Wolf via quantum communication, and minutes later, he had thirty or so fully armed, tall, and formidable Werewolf Players as followers, preparing to transport to the R-9 Base to see what’s happening over there as Triss rebooted the teleportation gate.

“I guess, something explosive must have happened on the other side…”

Murphy stated as he stepped into the triangular teleportation marker, while jesting:

“Maybe it’s related to my warriors, so while I was busy, they nuked a Twilight Outpost? Wow, that’s some intense action.”

The handsome vampire vanished with a smile through the teleportation light, and then, in the next second, his smile froze.

What did Murphy see?

It was a stunning scene that had never appeared even in the wildest dreams of Handsome Murphy.

A subspace fracture with a diameter of over thirty meters was just floating before him, although bound by a very familiar pale light, it definitely didn’t seem like something that could be easily dealt with.