Chapter 1540 - 973: More Troop Deployments_3

Chapter 1540: Chapter 973: More Troop Deployments_3

"Alright, Sharp Claw, complaining won’t help."

Next to him, a solidly built man carrying a "Demon Hunter II Type" magic power rifle spoke in a muffled voice. He was "Rock."

The source of his Demon Bloodline was unknown; it was not clear which level of low-grade demon it came from, but it endowed him with strength far beyond that of ordinary people and resilient skin.

"Isn’t it nice to relax a bit? At least we’re not like those in the rift or new continent, engaged in daily battles nonstop. Clearing out these brainless lunatics is like taking a stroll, safe, and we still earn merit points."

He patted the cold barrel of the gun, "It’s just an excuse to give ’old friends’ some exercise."

"A ’stroll’?"

The only woman in the team, tall and sharp-eyed "Nightingale," scoffed. She had a weak bloodline of a night owl demon, giving her exceptional hearing.

"I actually miss when ’Venom Fang’ was around. Although that guy had a tongue more toxic than sulfur, missions with him were at least thrilling. We always ran into some tough ones. Unlike now..."

She sighed.

"Unfortunately, his talent was good, and he soon joined the Soul Guardian Squad with ’Iron Jaw.’ I heard they took down a cult cell trying to summon an Abyss Worm over in the Tariel Continent last week. Unlike us, still playing hide and seek with sewer rats."

A slightly languid young man, yawning non-stop, walking in the middle of the team, chimed in:

"Sister Nightingale, I agree with Brother Rock."

He was "Sleepy," his bloodline seemed related to some kind of lethargic Abyss creature.

"What’s wrong with being relaxed and safe? Look at the Abyss front, the Blood War Fortress there; I heard it’s brutal.

"The New Continent? Tariel sounds thrilling, but who knows what ancient monsters lurk in those dwarf relics.

"Here is great, the missions are simple, the merit is stable, and we can clean up these disgusting things on the side, purifying the environment—so sacred. There’s no better job than this."

He stretched comfortably, as if truly enjoying a picnic.

"Comfortable?"

Sharp Claw sneered.

"Comfort is reserved for the dead! Look at what’s left in the Demon Hunter forces. The skilled ones have joined the Soul Guardian or were transferred to Tariel like Venom Fang.

"What’s left are just a few ’kitties,’ no different from ordinary Night Patrol squads, just because our noses are more sensitive to sinister energy.

"But now, all the Evil Gods are gone, leaving scattered troops with pathetically weak evil powers. It’s a pain even to track them! I think in two years, this ’Demon Hunter’ division will probably be disbanded!"

Nightingale nodded in agreement, "Exactly, I heard the two teams transferred to Tariel boast daily on the channel, saying although it’s chaotic there, opportunities abound.

"The relics they’ve unearthed can exchange for great merits, and they occasionally face real demon spawns from the Abyss rift for practice, much more thrilling than scraping the surface here! I want to try my luck too!"

"You?" Sleepy languidly dampened her enthusiasm, "Sister Nightingale, I’m not trying to discourage you. Over in Tariel, it’s ’Frontier Expansion’; without real skill, you can’t even run away if you hit a hard spot.

"Look at Venom Fang and them, all at Level Ten Peak, working seamlessly with excellent gear, backed by Iron Jaw’s steel skin.

"And us? Whether our strength qualifies is another matter; the higher-ups won’t easily send ’special ability’ members like us to do regular frontier work."

"Strength can be trained! It’s better than staying here..." Nightingale retorted defiantly.

It’s too boring here; every day is searching, searching, searching, only finding unpleasant yet weak creatures.

It feels like shoveling dirt.

"Quiet!" Suddenly, the Captain "Shadow," always walking at the front, silently observing slight scratches on the walls and residual energy traces on the ground, sternly interrupted the team’s argument.