My Players Are So Fierce

“What are you planning to do?”

Larush’s words were filled with a sense of danger, making the cowardly Goat Man Priests immediately sense an air of unease. The Red Robe Priest immediately retorted:

“No, Larush, don’t do anything foolish! The Nightmare Majesty requests we act low-key.”

“We should indeed be low-key, but that’s under normal circumstances.”

Larush replied disdainfully:

“Open your blind eyes and see, is this normal? The Wolf People have already cornered us; we must either fight back bravely or serve as nourishment and fuel to awaken the Master of Hunting.”

“You know I’m blind and yet you tell me to open my eyes? I see you’re just trying to stir up trouble!”

The Red Robe Priest argued back, refusing to yield:

“I understand the situation, and I understand the reasoning, but the fact is we’re no match for the Wolf People!

Wake up, Larush, we still need to hide in the darkness right now, biding time and gathering resources little by little for the resurrection of the Nightmare Majesty. We’ve been planning this for hundreds of years; we can afford to wait.

Don’t take risks!

I suggest we gather all our followers in the Tower of Nightmare and abandon all our external territories…”

“Enough! You coward.”

Before Larush the High Priest even finished speaking, the nearby Purple Robe Priest couldn’t stand it anymore and shouted:

“Zhepu! You cowardly dog, as timid as you were two hundred years ago. Even though you’ve mastered the extraordinary laws of Gold under the Nightmare Majesty’s blessing, you haven’t changed your cowardly nature. No wonder you took so long to pass the first class Curse Mage trial in Abyss City back then.

It’s not that you’re not wise; it’s just that your heart is like a rat’s.

Whatever you encounter, you only hide like a turtle. This time, I support High Priest Larush. We’ve been operating here for hundreds of years, Zhepu. We know every labyrinth like the back of our hands. As soon as we launch a counterattack, any number of Wolf People will be buried in this ever-hungry Underground Palace.

And their souls will become the best nourishment for the sacrifice to Lord Baphomet…

Previously, we could only kidnap those foolish travelers passing through here, and that was inefficient. Now we have a golden opportunity before us. Let the Wolf People come; they will willingly walk into the Nightmare Tyrant’s bloody maw.

Lead us, Larush!

You and I are both old now, and we don’t have much time to wait for Lord Baphomet to awaken slowly. If we want to gain the promised eternal life in dreams, we must take risks.”

“Hmm, Findel’s words resonate with me deeply.”

The Golden High Priest Larush nodded in satisfaction, glancing at the massacre and death depicted on the Black Crystal Ball, he said:

“This is indeed a very risky action, but think about it: if it progresses smoothly, we can collect enough tormented souls for Lord Baphomet in a very short time, using the nourishment of those souls to add bricks to the Nightmare heaven.

And Zhepu, it’s not out of personal interest that I…

Alright, I can’t fool someone like you who’s blind but not heartless. As Findel said, we are not young anymore. Time is not generous to us. You still have hundreds of years to plan slowly, but we don’t.

I’ll give you a hint.

According to the records in the Book of Nightmares, Lord Baphomet still needs 23,256 tormented souls to meet the conditions for awakening, and breaking the ancient seal requires even more sacrifices.

If we keep doing things secretly as before, we’ll need at least a hundred years to gather enough sacrifices to help the Lord break the seal. But now, the number of people dying in the twenty-day battle between the Wolf People and the Transia People in Shadow Valley far exceeds this number.

We were too conservative before.

Think about it: if those souls can be captured by us…

And do you know what’s the most wonderful thing?

Our place is not the target of the Wolf People!

That terrifying Grand Marshal Huggesen’s goal is always only to break through to Transylvania. This means that whatever large-scale thing we do here won’t affect the Wolf People’s advance. This place is destined to be a side battlefield, a marginal area.

The Wolf People cannot deploy too many troops here unless they are willing to abandon their war objectives.

This means we can act boldly and quickly!

Step one, awaken Lord Baphomet to grant us more Divine Power.

Step two, help Lord Baphomet break the seal, allowing the Master of Nightmares to reappear in this Era of Chaos.

By that time, we’ll have backing, under the grace of Lord Baphomet, returning to Abyss City with the power of the entire nightmare world! We’ll drive that ridiculous City Lord off its throne, and we’ll take the entire Abyss Treasury.”

The Golden High Priest laughed heartily, raising both hands in a classic prayer posture, he declared loudly:

“I admit, dedicating our faith to Lord Baphomet may be somewhat irrational, after all, in the records about the Master of Nightmares, He wasn’t considered a powerful Old God in ancient times, but what does it matter?

Even the weakest god is still a god!

Those powerful Divine Spirits have too many followers. Their blessings, when divided among every believer, are only a tiny bit, but the grace of Lord Baphomet will be equally divided among us devotees.

Ha, Divine Spirits have their disputes, humans have their wars.

We’ll all profit from it!

Come on, brothers, come on, fellow believers, let’s accomplish great deeds with open hearts! Seize this heaven-given opportunity and teach the Wolf People and the world a lesson.