My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 2364 - 789: Nightmare Cultists – First of All, We Didn’t Mess With Any of You!

Chapter 2364: Chapter 789: Nightmare Cultists – First of All, We Didn’t Mess With Any of You!

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"Oh, oh, oh, the spiritual bodies wandering around here are so strange! How did they get twisted into this shape?"

On the destroyed Nord Position, Mummy Lady Nefertari rode on her Champion Insect PengPeng, wandering around, but she wasn’t here for leisure; this visit was for serious business.

Murphy specifically invited her over to help those spiritual bodies on the position that could not rest in peace.

Probably due to the influence of the subspace aura, the souls on the battlefield couldn’t embark on the path of the dead. Even Murphy, an unspecialized spellcaster vampire, felt the chilly spiritual bodies wandering around, with several "ghostly" incidents occurring last night.

As a result, when the Death Moon Society’s professionals came to check, they found the situation truly bizarre and off.

"So, what’s wrong with them?"

Following alongside Nefertari, Murphy frowned and said:

"Some soldiers were scared silly last night. They said they saw terrifying monsters."

"Indeed quite terrifying, little Mo Fei. I’ve been in this field for so long, and aside from the Abyss of Wraiths in Mamuruk, I have not seen spiritual bodies twisted like this before."

Nefertari sighed, jumped down from the Champion Insect’s back, and gestured a peculiar spell in front of the vampire’s eyes, granting Murphy a temporary "spirit viewing" state.

He blinked and looked at the torn earth ruins, seeing those forcibly fused souls. They had lost the human soul appearance, replaced by an "aggregate" like an invisible monster.

Their shapes were difficult to describe, as a spiritual body inherently had no fixed form.

But Murphy did see monsters with two heads, three heads, and ones without heads but with eight legs. The closer they were to the subspace rift, the more severe the distortion in spiritual bodies seemed, and they appeared bound to this position, unable to leave. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

In Murphy’s spirit viewing, he could also clearly see those "black spots" existing on the ground.

The places where the World Burning Demon Warriors died were like chains, locking the howling spiritual bodies in place.

"Legend has it that the subspace aura possesses various evil effects. Twisting and binding spiritual bodies is just one of the most insignificant ones. Look, little Mo Fei, weak spiritual bodies have already been invaded by subspace aura, starting to transform into twisted souls.

I find it very hard to explain the concept of ’twisted soul’ to you in a few words; all you need to know is that they are scarier than resentful spirits, and while resentful spirits have a chance of redemption, twisted souls do not."

Mummy Lady explained a few things in the empathetic tone expected of a Death Moon Priest, then she pulled out some quirky shaped ambers and said to Murphy:

"If you don’t mind, I’ll start working now. These spiritual bodies are twisted severely, and I must take them back to Westerburg for purification. Although it would reduce them to ashes, it is more merciful than leaving them here to suffer in this form."

"Wait!"

Murphy reached out to stop Nefertari from capturing the spiritual bodies.

He frowned and stepped forward a few steps, looking at the twisted two-headed spiritual body in front of him. He identified that one of the heads belonged to Colonel Duke, and the other should be his adjutant, Captain Moritz.

These two were true heroes.

According to the players’ descriptions, during the battle with the World Burning Demon Warriors, they drank the decisive victory wine, sacrificing their lives to kill two demon warriors. However, fate wasn’t kind; even heroes ended up in such a forlorn state.

"Can I talk to them?"

He turned to look at Nefertari, and Mummy Lady shrugged and said:

"It’s meaningless, little Mo Fei. They are twisted not just in form; their consciousness, memories, and presence have been forcibly fused together by subspace. Spiritual bodies in this state have no rationality left.

But if you want to try, it’s not a problem."

After saying that, the Little Mummy patted Murphy’s shoulder. The bandages on her arm wrapped around Murphy’s shoulder, with mysterious Death Moon runes pulsating, granting Murphy the ability for spirit communication.

"Colonel Duke! Do you remember me?"

Murphy asked, and the two-headed spiritual body in front of him seemed completely unresponsive, crying out and screaming:

"Kill! Kill the invaders! For glory... for the Winter Wolf Army! Kill! Long live Nordtof..."

"See, I told you, it’s hopeless already."

Nefertari said with a humanized sigh:

"These soldiers were very brave, but unfortunately, I wasn’t here at the time; otherwise, I could have used a spirit-calling ritual to preserve their souls."

"But he is very angry."

Murphy said softly:

"Even in death, he remains angry. He doesn’t want to stop fighting, still wanting to battle the invaders even in death. This must be the last wish of Colonel Duke and Captain Moritz. I suppose all the soldiers here have similar wishes.

Nefertari, I’ve seen in your Book of the Undead that you have ways to create undead colossuses, and such a powerful construct requires angry and steadfast spiritual bodies...

Can they do it?"

"Uh, theoretically possible."

Mummy Lady scratched her head, thought for several seconds, and said:

"But no one has ever used such twisted angry spirits as the core of an undead colossus. I can give it a try; after all, there are plenty of materials in Westerburg, but I can’t give you a definite answer, though we now have a mutated Banquet of Thousands of Souls core scepter, and I plan to use that as the foundation for the Netherworld of Westerburg.