My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2627 -876: Target Confirmed! Let’s Set Off a Brilliant Firework Show for the Wolf People (Part 3)

Old Porter complained:

“And you, Ambo, you’ve changed completely from the old you. Look at you, transformed from a country girl into a pretty young lady, even learned to use makeup. Did you wear perfume today? That’s not the behavior of a Witch Hunter. Shouldn’t Natalie keep an eye on you?”

“You should say less, Porter.”

Norman, in a mask, drew out his voice and said:

“Ambo has found love, and as comrades, we should congratulate her rather than complain. Actually, if Ambo can continue her path with that foreigner and completely leave the Witch Hunters’ life, I would be happy.

Remember how devastated Ambo was the first time our team lost someone? She cried as if the sky had fallen.

She’s naturally unsuited for the battlefield; perhaps she’d be better as a nun in the church.”

“It’s too late to say this now.”

Ambo snorted, flicking her long hair, and said:

“I’m already undergoing the White Knight trial, and I’ve found my own goal to protect. I believe one day, Transylvania will become a peaceful and prosperous place, just as those foreign cities were described to me.

One day!

Our children wouldn’t have to worry about survival, they would also pursue realization of life and ideals… as long as we keep winning now! Yes, as long as this war ends.”

Ambo’s voice grew somber, she said:

“Natalie is still fighting with the Wolf People in the Polluted Swamp, and calling you two back this time is to help her train the new recruits of the White Oak Battle Group. Divine Power from Avalon has shone over Transylvania, attracting many devout believers to join the cause of defending faith, and the mountain people from the ancestral woodland have joined us as well.

We can’t repeat the mistakes of the old church!

Natalie has made up her mind to build the Avalon Church as the defender and pioneer of Transylvania and all life of order; we will no longer participate in any political activities to preserve the purity of faith. Natalie has commissioned Mr. Crow to draft new ordinances and rituals for us.

But I don’t want to hide from you, this war is very dangerous. I’ve written my will… If I am destined to be buried here, to die in a defense battle, I would have no regrets, just hope that my lover who walks on the God-slaying path won’t be saddened.”

“He will go insane, Ambo.”

Old Norman said quietly:

“I’ve seen you hand in hand strolling down the street with him. He takes this relationship very seriously, so you better protect yourself, your life is no longer just yours.”

“Yes, your new life has just begun.”

Old Porter also said:

“But folks like Norman and I should have been dead long ago, living until now is just holding onto some unspoken grudge, but life must come to an end, rather than dying in bed, being buried here doesn’t seem so bad…”

“Bang!”

Just as Porter finished speaking, the door to the cafeteria was kicked open, and Tepar, clad in silver knight armor, rushed in, shouting loudly:

“Brothers, put on your armor, grab your weapons!

The target for the operations department has been chosen; the brave Thorn Night Walkers have suffered great casualties to discover the Wolf People’s largest depot’s location, that’s our target for this action, a mission to destroy resources against the evil Wolf People.

In the name of Holy Light! The battle of glory is about to begin!

All companions of order, defenders of hope, and punishers of oaths should gather and respond to this supreme call.”

“Ah, that’s the spirit! Just right.”

Fully-clothed Half-cab got up with a chuckle and said:

“To deliver military orders, it has to be our old brother Tepar, anyone else would lack the flavor, that lousy imitation just makes you want to kick those fools in the ass with boots.”

“Alright, enough chatter!”

Brother Shovel put on the chain armor adorned by the Hundred forging big horse and grabbed the war halberd made by imitating a large Guan Dao, finally donning his red helmet symbolizing the Administrative Baron title, he waved his hand and shouted:

“This time, let the Wolf People scum feel from a physical level the power of our ‘working class’!”

“Good! That’s the spirit we want!”

“Ha, Wolf People grandsons, your worker grandpa is here.”

A group of manufacturing players roared wildly, chaos ensued, as they swaggered out of the cafeteria, exuding the aura of a ragtag army.

But upon reaching the ground, they saw the “car-making master” Vomit Mud Sauce standing before Lord Kudell, energetically pitching a strange four-wheel truck, spitting enthusiastically.

Brother Shovel leaned over to listen, only to hear Vomit Mud Sauce’s unreliable sales pitch:

“Believe me! My lord, this is a famous weapon from our side, the Suicide Bomb Truck is well-reputed! I’ve loaded it with explosives on top, just aim it at the target and crash it, boom, no obstacles left.

Of course, this thing costs a driver.

We’re discussing with Old Flywheel’s engineers whether it can be converted to auto-pilot, but this time I’ll personally demonstrate to you what a true war machine looks like…”

“Whoa! A Suicide Bomb Truck? Tsk tsk, the Wolf People are in for a treat this time.”