My Players Are So Fierce

They couldn’t comprehend why all this terror was happening now, in the safety of the rear.

But the powerful Chieftain Botana couldn’t come out at this time to save them; they could only hold their crying cubs in their arms, lower their heads and curl up, waiting for the filthy breath that, like black quicksand, rolled in from behind.

In less than ten minutes, the fortress and thousands of acres of Devil’s Drug Fields in the vicinity were all swallowed up in one go.

A very standard enemy raid from behind the lines.

However, the scale and duration of the Star-world Tear were much less than they should have been.

Compared to the truly weaponized Star Realm Tear Technique, this seemed more like an accidental damage to the astral realm.

In the past millennium of history, such accidents have been documented in places where the boundaries of the planes on the continent are unstable.

Nevertheless, choosing this place specifically for a Star-world Tear was not because the Goatman Spellcasters executing this raid were merely a bunch of sick perverts who bullied the old, weak, women, and children.

In fact, this target was carefully selected.

“This plant is called ‘Howling Root’ by the Jackal-men, its scientific name is ‘Ghost Face Flower’.

When mature, cutting open the stem will release a thick, stimulating liquid, which when made into a powder can be crafted into a rather subtle hallucinogen.

It’s used by many Jackal Warlocks or Goatman Spellcasters as a tool for leisure and entertainment.

As early as a few years ago, Abyss City noticed that the Split-claw Jackal-men began large-scale planting of Ghost Face Flowers, with its output far exceeding the original consumption for hallucinogens.

At the time, we didn’t understand why the Jackal-men needed so many Ghost Face Flowers, but now we know.

This thing is one of the main auxiliary materials for concocting Psychic Plague.”

At the edge of the clan territory swallowed by the Star-world Tear, a gray-robed Goatman Spellcaster was holding a stalk of the plant just harvested by the Jackal-men, explaining to a haggard-looking Goat Man Astrologer, Paul:

“The elf ranger named Dimes Goldleaf confirmed during reconnaissance three days ago that this Devil’s Drug Field must be destroyed!

He’s currently searching for more materials that can be used to make the plague, but he said that making this plague requires a main ingredient called ‘Life-eating mushroom’, and he hasn’t yet discovered its place of origin.”

“I don’t care about these things!

Gray-robed Warlock Dennis, are you explaining the rationality of destroying those female Jackal-men and their cubs to me?

No!

I don’t need these boring reasons to convince myself.

In fact, I revel in it.

I’m not like you, who still retain kindness and compassion—qualities that are exceptionally precious and equally foolish for Goat-men.

I only know that I still need three more Star-world Tears to fulfill my promise to Governor Murphy, in exchange for a new Star Observation Tower in Polluted Swamp!

I’ve been delayed in my star observations of the Winter Wolf Constellation for almost half a month; I’ve already missed much of the mysteries of the star formations, and I don’t want to give up on my career, which I have persisted in for over a decade.

Yes!

We only have two days left, but we still need to perform three more valuable Star Realm Tear Techniques, so you better put away your unnecessary sympathy.

These Split-claw Jackal-men are now our enemies!

To treat the enemy with anything less than the coldness of the winter wind is to betray our own people.”

The bearded Goat Man Astrologer Paul sternly rebuked his somewhat soft-hearted apprentice, then regretfully glanced at the filthy energy still rolling on the ground in the distance.

The tide of energy, with black mixed with strange dots of light, filled its cruciform pupils with fascination.

Although this was the twelfth astral tear it had personally triggered in the past thirteen days, this Goat Demosorcerer with obvious violent tendencies was not yet satisfied.

It said regretfully:

“It’s already too far from the Blackflame Mountain Pass; the beautiful Star-world Rift there can’t influence here much anymore, and the nearby plane boundaries are not severely damaged.

The power of the Star-world Tear was greatly limited.

No further!

Otherwise, we may not even be able to trigger a complete technique.

Fortunately, this tactical goal is finally complete this time.

Next, let’s head back.

Select three more valuable targets for the final strike on the way back to the Dark Mountain Range.

Mmm, this feeling of personally controlling the power of the astral realm is addictive.

The Star Realm Rend Spell should naturally be listed as a war forbidden spell in the Star Diviner sequence!

Yes!

We astrologers finally have our own sequence of forbidden spells.

By relying on our subtle observations of the astral realm, we can always further amplify the power of the Star-world Tear.

This feeling of grasping the power of the stars is truly wonderful.

Transylvania is indeed a blessed land for us.”

Paul mused.

Before leaving the Blackflame Mountain Pass on Murphy’s task, it learned the fully optimized Star-world Tear Technique from The Grand Duke of Triss.

Maybe it’s because Star Diviners have an innate talent for this; it quickly mastered it after one or two attempts.

If this skill were to have a title, Star Diviner Paul would already be a strong contender for the championship of the “Star-world Tear Skill Competition”.

This guy is not satisfied with routinely releasing the Star-world Tear; it even played out new tricks with this stuff.

In the retaliatory actions of the day before and yesterday, Paul successfully improved the small Star-world Tear Technique, extending the duration of the astral rift that would heal in at most half an hour to around six hours.