My Players Are So Fierce

The three Divine Spirits have a certain degree of finesse.

Upon seeing players empowered with “Divine Power” in the second team battle breaking through the Jackal Man formation, and crushing the Wolf People’s morale despite the enhancements from the Whip-tail War Banner and the Bloodlust Skill, they tacitly withdrew their reinforcement.

It’s enough to give a little demonstration of power.

If given too much or too frequently, it loses its allure.

Moreover, as divine spirits, they ought to have a bit of elegance, and they can’t really grovel to these foreigners.

These guys indeed have potential, but they require time to grow.

The Divine Spirits understand the principle of not being too hasty.

Tonight’s miraculous victory is a gift from the three Divine Spirits to the Transia People.

Any conscientious player should light a few incense sticks and offer some sacrifices at the temple of the Crimson Castle after the battle, perhaps even join the church.

They are, of course, aware that this is a group of non-believers.

But it doesn’t really matter.

So-called devout followers can’t serve the Divine Spirits as thoroughly, decisively, and perfectly as these people.

In the face of the perfect value they display, mere faith, or the lack thereof, is negligible.

After all, they, being true gods, do not need faith to maintain their existence.

Even the weakest among the three, Vam, bases his existence on the faith of the Barbarians.

Foreign faith holds little significance for him.

“Oh, what a pity the powerful force is gone.

Happy times are always short-lived.”

Miss Biqi, who just had a blast with her friend, the Knight of Liwen, among the Jackal Man army, regretfully felt the dissipation of the added power.

Despite being responsible for recovering war spoils for the past few weeks, occasionally managing to nab a few Jackal Man heads for military merits, tonight’s battle was exhilarating and uplifting for her.

Summoned to the battlefield with her friend by Old Qin, Biqi joined the fight almost without hesitation.

She personally decapitated over forty Jackal Men, marking her first joyful victory in battles against them.

Of course, someone like Biqi is not overly concerned with the Divine Spirits’ enhancement.

She believes that even without the enhancement from the Three Gods, she and the valiant Transia People could still claim victory tonight.

Knight of Liwen has a different opinion.

After all, a thousand players breaching thousands of elite Jackal Man troops head-on sounds unreliable.

Liwen acknowledges that the foreigners’ fighting spirit is formidable, and their fearless growth rate is astonishing.

But without the Three God’s excessive empowerment tonight, they simply couldn’t have achieved such a feat.

In fact, observing on the battlefield that the Three Gods were deliberately showcasing power to entice players to serve them, Liwen had “consulted” the Eastern Holy Spirit.

If Ao wanted to participate, she, as the god’s chosen, could assist.

However, Ao is clearly uninterested in this “faith game.”

Furthermore, the Eastern Holy Spirit’s realm is too far from here.

The mighty power of a Star Realm Dragon can be channeled through Liwen, but even if players are filled with loyalty to serve “Lord Ao,” they currently cannot traverse the entire Dark Mountain Range to reach the western borders of the Kalem Ancient Country.

So, just be a quiet, handsome man.

Watch through the eyes of the god’s chosen as Avalon, Su, and Vam go to great lengths to win the players’ allegiance.

After all, it’s a rare opportunity to see such arrogance and lofty Divine Spirits displaying this “sycophantic” posture.

“Shua”

After the Three Gods’ “armament demonstration” concluded and the divine power receded, Murphy timed his descent from the sky precisely, landing right in the circle surrounding Hurley by the players.

The Transylvania leader, having killed at least three hundred Jackal Men tonight, exuded a horrifying bloody scent with his ever-present Crimson Ability.

Tonight’s continuous slaughter propelled Murphy’s mastery of the Crimson Ability like a rocket.

The blood he drained tonight nearly matched the flow of a small stream.

Such “wanton cruelty” made Murphy’s aura break through his usual gentle demeanor, becoming much more sinister and dangerous.

Like a drawn blade in the winter night, cold steel, colder man!

He gazed sternly at the several hundred elite Jackal Men still fighting desperately and their leader, the Great Marshal Hurley, and flicked the Melt Sword in his hand, saying in a deep voice:

“You took the Transia People’s treasure; it belonged to one of my warriors!

This is a grievous insult that must be repaid with tenfold pain!

You, Hurley, the Great Marshal of the Whip-tail Clan, you are destined to die today!

But we Transia People admire the brave; your stepping into our hunting ground proves your bravery, so I’ll grant you a mercy.

Come.

Choose!

Choose your undertaker for tonight.”

Murphy swung the Melt Sword forward, and amidst the players’ excitement, Iron Fist Tenna, White Knight Natalie, and the summoned Lord Kudel appeared from three other directions.

With the rate of slaughter just performed by the players and the resistance against the Jackal Man’s assaults, Old Qin with his rapidly growing support points truly indulged himself tonight.

Unfortunately, the divine power of the Three Gods is too overwhelming.

With their empowerment, even the final battle of this death knockout seemed to become relaxed.