My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2513 -838: Gotta Show Off the Big New Toy to My Buddies!_3

Stick Brother didn’t waste words, already clad in combat gear, he asked in a military tone:

“Even though this is far from our Maginot Line, this is also a Black Disaster Battlefield. By fighting the Werewolf People here, we contribute to peace on the Continent. We request to join the fight!”

“Yes! We want to join the battle too. We’ve dealt enough with Split Claw and the Blood Scar Clan. We want to test the quality of other Werewolf Clans. Sir Murphy, let us fight once!”

Brother Meow, carrying the Earth Sacred War Axe, chimed in:

“And I’ve heard the Brass Fortress is in trouble, and the Brass Dwarves’ situation is dire there. Though they deservedly face troubles for forsaking the Mother Earth, leaving them like this isn’t right since we are all part of the Civilisation Alliance.”

Although Brother Meow spoke with righteousness, his shifty eyes suggested ulterior motives — perhaps he wanted to seize wealth amid the Brass Fortress’s disaster.

The richness of the Brass Dwarves is well known among veteran players.

Although not all players have the same intentions, keeping them cooped up in this mountain base indefinitely is unrealistic.

Despite many strong items here, the base’s destruction is too severe to explore many secret locations before the cleaning robots tidy up; it’s better to go out and fight some Werewolf People to hone skills.

With the God-Slaying Battle approaching, God Slayers feel the pressure.

After all, not every God Slayer possesses talents like Brother Cat or Sister Pomegranate. To reach Silver Rank, they aspire to refine their skills in battle, tracing back to Ancestor’s Power. Without effort now, being humbled by elite creatures in Moss Valley later would be disgraceful.

Murphy initially didn’t plan to let players loose here. This place isn’t Transylvania’s main battlefield, letting them act freely might lead to trouble.

But upon reconsideration, once the current matter ends, three elite “God Slayer” teams in his ranks would likely be summoned by Lord Paryen, unlikely to make it back for the Maginot Line’s final battle. Better to have them fight Werewolf People here, perhaps rescuing some dwarves to earn Transylvania prestige.

At worst, Lord Paryen could witness Transia People’s courage and will, completing some players’ class transitions.

Stick Brother, as a vampire Defender, is sure to transition into a Blood Covenant knight, strengthening the player system. Coupled with rewards from the R-9 base battle, unlocking the Blood Covenant Clan as an allied race.

Yes, this way, my players can choose from four vampire clans.

Though not as impressive as seven clans uniting, the combined might of heavy knights from Blood Covenant, Night Walkers from Thorn, Marauders from Blood Fear, and Swordmasters from Blood Vulture serving me is no small blessing for the Governor of Transia!

“Excellent, this is precisely the bravery and spirit I expect from Transia People!”

Murphy set his plan, deciding immediately to perform.

He loudly declared on the spot:

“Though this isn’t our territory and far from home, I still hope to see Transia’s Blood Banner waving here! You are right, fighting here also serves the Black Disaster cause. Standing with the Civilisation Alliance, we must honor our commitment.

Now, I command!”

Players instantly stood at attention, waiting for the task.

Murphy was pleased with this conditioned response, feeling he had trained his little players well. This gathering exhibited an elite presence.

“Warriors of Transia! Today you won’t just be defenders of home; you will become heroes of the entire Civilisation Alliance!

Go forth!

Carry the Cadman People’s Army’s battle flag, and march into battle alongside the Guardians of Creation!

Teach the arrogant Bonebite Clan a lesson, add another victory star to our flag representing Bonebite!”

“Ding Ding Ding”

A series of quest triggers chimed through players’ Adventure Assistants.

They glanced at the quest content and were thrilled to see “Creator’s Mysterious Gift” listed under rewards, sparking winking and scratching among them.

These clever ones had seen the Creator’s relics in R-9 Base and Ruins of the Outwalkers’ Headquarters, guessing the development team set this plot to introduce a new weapon system different from the existing one, and laying groundwork for post-Black Disaster mainlines.

As seasoned players, they are naturally eligible to be the first to equip such new weapons.

Just like Werewolf Players who, upon reaching Silver Rank, passing the Wise Wolf’s trial, could receive their exoskeletons, humans likely have a similar arrangement.

Look, this guiding quest has arrived!

“For the Creator’s gift! Brothers, charge!”

With Stick Brother’s order, players rushed from the base like unleashed wild dogs, their fervor bewildering humans and elf remnants resting at the ruins’ entrance.

Have these Transia People gone mad?

Who thinks battling Werewolf People is this exciting? Hey, between you, who is the barbarian?

Murphy watched his players dash out of the base, checked the pocket watch for time, and instead of finding Triss, returned to the underground armory.

The War Marshal Power Armor quietly awaited its millennium-late user in the storage tank while Murphy gazed up at it, the glossy arc reflected on its cold helmet resembling eyes yearning for victory.

Murphy grasped the tank’s handle, stepped onto the platform, verified permissions, and mechanical arms began working, encasing him in heavy gear.

As bolts roared into place, he savored the power of steel, softly murmuring:

“Hmm, still some time left, Eden, help me refinish this.

As a vampire lord, battling without scarlet armor would invite a century of mocking jeers from the petty scoundrels. Although seeing the War Marshal’s might would silence any vampire’s whimpers, respecting fine tradition is a virtue.

Awaken from the dream of weeping, War Marshal!

Join me in the battlefield you’ve missed for a thousand years, unleash the fury accumulated from loss!”