My Players Are So Fierce

1918: Chapter 640: The Story of the Fortress of Courage Is Over?

Hah, That Doesn’t Even Count as a Beginning!

1918 -640: The Story of the Fortress of Courage Is Over?

Hah, That Doesn’t Even Count as a Beginning!

[Due to repeated use of blood extraction, Ancestral Power·Bloodthirsty Fang has been activated!

Each lethal attack will extract your enemies’ blood essence to replenish your vitality and provide temporary power enhancement.]

[Due to multiple lethal strikes, Ancestral Power·Crimson Killing has been activated!

When you attack enemies with low health, there is a chance for an ‘instant death’ effect, which increases as your combat skills improve.]

“Wakakaka!

I, Giant Shark, truly am a martial arts genius!

You gnolls are too weak, too weak, not challenging enough for my domineering spirit!

Get out of my way!

I crave a real challenge!

Die!”

Giant Shark roared and swung his battle ax, launching a whirlwind attack that cleared all the gnolls around him.

He summoned eight Wam war dogs to follow him in a frenzied slaughter, but his madness caused him to dive headfirst into a pitfall dug by the gnolls.

As he fell, he glided with his wings.

Landing, he found gnolls surrounding him from all sides, feeling like he had fallen into a gnoll Hell.

Any ordinary player would be desperate, but not Giant Shark!

Instead of despairing, he shouted the name of Vam and immediately began his slaughter, as if he alone was besieging all those gnolls.

However, Giant Shark’s recklessness didn’t go unnoticed by others, Freak had friends too.

“Meow!

Hurry to save Giant Shark, that lunatic has charged into the gnoll tunnel.

If we don’t act, he’ll likely die in there,”

Little Hand, constantly swinging his knife while sneaking, jumped out and shouted at Brother Meow who was enjoying the thrill of battle with his Butcher Battle Ax.

Brother Meow pursed his lips, but without hesitation, rushed into the pit where Giant Shark had fallen.

He too shouted Avalon’s name as he jumped down.

But after landing, instead of rushing to rescue Giant Shark, he took out a wrinkled, baby fist-sized seed of deadwood from his pocket.

“Hehehehe.”

Brother Meow let out a creepy laugh as he placed the seed on the blood-soaked ground beneath him, chanting divine words:

“Being a Reserve Red Knight without a cool mount is unacceptable.

Today begins my trial of war.

Perhaps only on a battlefield like the Black Disaster can the most terrifying natural beast secretly cultivated by the Avalon Church be born.

This thing can’t be seen by others; it would scare them out of their wits.

Tsk, Avalon’s Boss!

Witness me!

I will spread your invincible might across the world!

Hey, Giant Shark, come over here, stop being crazy, your health bar is almost empty!”

“Let me finish off this wave, then I’ll log off for a PCR test.

Dad’s already rushing me, don’t worry, let me kill twenty more!

Hmm, I need to kill thirty more to complete today’s training!

Ah, Vam, watch me, witness me, bless me!

Fight…

awesome!

Kill!”

—

“The third defense line has been reclaimed!

Lord, our Retinue Army is now attacking the second defense line guarded by gnolls under Lord Murphy’s leadership.

Those Transia People are insane; they’ve already lost half of their first wave of soldiers on the battlefield.

Should we send in the Blood Covenant knights to replace them?”

At the command bunker high above the Blackflame Mountain Pass, a Silver Blood Alliance Female Knight with lingering battlefield fury hurriedly reported to Lord Hether, who was observing the frontline through a psychic telescope:

“Our knights are ready to enter the battlefield to relieve Lord Murphy and his fearless warriors at any time.”

“Hmm?

Why replace them?”

Lord Hether looked at her offspring in surprise and rebuked:

“Are you out of your mind?

Transia People are so eager and capable; not letting them bear the most dangerous assault tasks is an insult to their courage.

Moreover, do you really think Murphy is someone who doesn’t understand tactics?

You only see those People’s Army Warriors dying, but haven’t you noticed that after each death, they’re instantly revived with Origin Blood?

Don’t be foolish!

This wave isn’t Murphy sacrificing his people to help us; this wave is the Blood Vulture Clan ‘recruiting new members’…

Tsk, tsk, the Blood Vulture Clan really is insane.

Even recruitment of new members is conducted on the battlefield?

Looks like our Blood Covenant Clan’s supposed title of most formidable vampire might soon change hands.”

“This…”

Lord Hether’s elf vampire offspring raised her head in surprise and said:

“Using precious Origin Blood for this?

Doesn’t the Blood Vulture Duke care?

Isn’t it said that the Blood Vulture Clan’s Sacred Blood Pool was destroyed?

If they have the last of the Origin Blood left, shouldn’t the most cost-effective approach be to turn ordinary people?”

“You ask me, and whom should I ask?”

Lord Hether rolled her eyes and said:

“Maybe Triss and Murphy have both gone insane, who knows?

I don’t want to delve into the crazy thoughts of Transia People.

Look at their performance on the battlefield; not only do foreigners not fear death, but even the locals have gone mad alongside them.

Hm, is this perhaps the power of an example?

Have the troops defending the first front line pulled back?”

“Yes, although three Retinue Armies have been disbanded, thanks to the proactive action of Transia People, they have already withdrawn to the fourth line of defense.

But, Lord, the first and second front lines are unreclaimable.”