My Players Are So Fierce

1954: Chapter 652: How Can a Heretic Who Cannot Achieve World Destruction Be a Good Barista?

1954 -652: How Can a Heretic Who Cannot Achieve World Destruction Be a Good Barista?

For many years in the past, this place was where the Pestilence Clan welcomed the twilight visitors, and now, the Twilight Servants who were planning some evil deeds within the Pestilence Clan naturally also resided here.

Dogs!

They really know how to enjoy themselves…

“Click”

Murphy placed the shell in his hand into the ready mortar tube and said softly:

“Although I don’t know what that guy is doing hiding in the house, I’m going to announce our arrival with a ‘Transylvanian’ welcome.

In extremely good luck, perhaps just one explosion is needed to solve this annoying trouble.

Of course, if luck is bad, it’s nothing more than waving the knife a few more times to solve the problem.”

“Does it have any meaning?”

Beside him, Tear Flesh, who had witnessed this unique Transylvanian war weapon in the Battle of Wolf Castle, said disdainfully:

“That guy’s strength is average.

Even if you rush over now, he can’t escape.

Do you Transia People always like doing these meaningless things?”

“This is called a sense of ritual, you pathetic Old Wolf Man.”

Murphy corrected:

“If I claim to be the spokesperson for the will of the Transia Lands, then I should reciprocate the disasters inflicted on my territory upon those perpetrators in the cruellest way.

This white phosphorus bomb does not represent my anger; it is the Transia People’s response to the twilight conspiracy.”

“Pop”

Murphy let go, and the shell fell into the tube.

The propellant charge ignited, sending it flying with a swoosh, drawing a bright parabola in the air before crashing into the window of the wooden building in front.

Like a bright firework being released, the next second, angry screams and painful groans exploded simultaneously in the burning wooden building.

Against the backdrop of rising flames, a fellow dressed in a black and white waiter’s outfit danced out.

It was evident he was a male vampire, with horrific things still burning and smoking on his skin, and his once neat waiter’s outfit was charred beyond recognition.

Yet, even so, he was still protecting something in his arms.

By the time he used some spell to rescue himself from the calamity of burning through to the bone, Murphy, who had already pulled out Necessary Evil, could see clearly that the man was clutching a rather exquisite coffee bean grinder.

Tsk tsk.

This is also a heretic with interests, huh?

It seems like a “Coffee Fairy” kind of character.

Murphy was not polite to him, throwing a Reconnaissance Magic on him.

Information feedback came immediately:

Name: [Assistant Barista] Demon Jude Law · Dead Tooth

Template: Level 30 Elite · Silver Tier

Profession: Level 20 Twilight Seeker/Level 20 Necromancer/Barista · Hand-ground Coffee Specialty

Special Status: Twilight Servant (This being is protected by an interdimensional shadow, making it impossible to track with any prophecy or tracking spells.)

Character Evaluation:

[The most adept hand brewer among the heretics, the most formidable heretic among all hand-brewing baristas, winner of the Witch Cafe’s ‘Most Progressive Employee’ award for three consecutive years.

This guy is a talent, but he might not be the kind of assistant you need.

Hmm, maybe the interdimensional shadow, from long-term insomnia and nightmares, wants a coffee too.

Do a good deed, kind person, and send a superb barista to fulfill its dream.]

“Swish”

Necessary Evil cast forth a dark blood-colored sword flower as Murphy loosened his neck and said to Tear Flesh, who was retreating beside him:

“Transylvania’s response has been delivered in the declaration of fire, now what he will taste is my fury!”

“Damn it!

You ruined my pot of excellent coffee!”

The vampire barista in front of him screamed, waving his still smoking left hand, releasing a substantial Netherworld aura.

Instantly, the once exquisite garden was transformed into a rolling graveyard under the backdrop of the burning wooden building.

Among the beautiful flowers’ wreckage, fully armored undead were awakened.

In an instant, a formation consisting of five Silver Undead appeared before Murphy.

Hmm, the Twilight Cult’s ability to train people is impressive; I saw that Explorer from the previous battle against the Ratman had some skills, and now even the assistant barista from the Witch Cafe can bring out a squad of Silver Undead.

Indeed, all these named NPCs cannot be assessed by common logic.

Moreover, Murphy noticed one detail that genuine Moondancers like Nifytelli, when commanding the undead, used Death Psychic Power, but this guy before him could effortlessly wield the more dangerous Netherworld aura, undeniably getting the ‘true transmission.’

The strength of the Origin faction indeed has some depth to it.

Regrettably, if this guy intends to compete with Murphy, a Stellar Summoner, then he’s likely going to be disappointed.

“In the name of my ruined perfect coffee!

Kill him!”

Coffee master Jude Law seemed to have fallen into some kind of frenzy, shouting orders, the five Silver Undead immediately advanced towards Murphy with swift fatal intent, while the coffee master himself prepared a complex summoning ritual on the spot, ready to crush Murphy entirely with a more terrifying summoned creature.

But he seemed to have overlooked that Murphy did not come alone.

Tear Flesh was about to lend a hand immediately, but was stopped by the Vampire Governor:

“Don’t interfere!

I’m conducting the silver trial; this guy in front of me is a perfect target.”