My Players Are So Fierce

Moreover, Mannis told me that the reason you can transcend the boundaries between mortals and gods is all thanks to the creator’s assistance.

Though I may be chosen by the creator, I dare to summon you all here today, not to directly ask for your divine intervention to aid me.

I understand that gods have their battlegrounds and humans have their wars; I should not wish for great powers to meddle in the fate of Transylvania.

Therefore, I merely request that you bless my warriors and soldiers at crucial times, just as you did in the war at Blood Flag Heights.

Their blessing to that extent would be sufficient, perhaps not even needing so much.

My warriors are brave; they do not fear death, but their time of growth is too short, and their numbers cannot be swiftly elevated to a state where they can defend the homeland, so I can only give them as much personal power as possible.

I hope to reach a small agreement with you.

Not even necessary for each of you to be present every day.

I know you are all busy, so having one deity oversee a day is enough.

I will have my warriors build altars for you at Blackflame Mountain Pass and Shadow Valley, and offer the skulls of the werewolves we hunt as sacrifices…”

“What do we want those things for?”

A voice, cold as the North Wind, quietly echoed from atop the Star Wolf Fang.

It was Su, speaking in a cold, haughty voice, like a reclusive and indifferent swordsman.

He admonished:

“No one likes skulls except Vam the Fury.”

“Ha, I like them!

What’s it to you?”

Vam’s tumultuous voice also sounded from the dagger, retorting:

“One day, your head will also become…”

“Stop arguing!

Annoying!”

A maternal low voice echoed from the ore.

She said:

“If you want to fight, take it to the subspace!”

“This is official business, be quiet!”

A deep and dignified voice also sounded from the jade pendant, and with the intervention of the Astral Dragon and Mother Earth, Vam and Su quieted down as well, and Murphy now knew that his “calling the gods” ceremony was a resounding success!

Every object before him shimmered with a different colored glow, signaling that all the deities he summoned were present.

Incredible, Murphy.

Look at this spectacle; if a devout Priest saw this, they might just blind themselves on the spot, their faith in shambles because they likely wouldn’t believe so many deities would gather here at once, responding to the call of a vampire.

This is literally the biggest divine joke on the continent this year!

“Ahem, what I mean is, my warriors will set up altars, and great Giant Spirits, you can directly tell them what kind of offerings you want.”

Murphy proposed his solution by saying:

“Based on the quantity and rarity of the offerings they present, you may grant them temporary power enhancements to better combat the werewolves and their Evil God.

I promise!

Giant Spirits, I promise the remains of The Master of Hunting will be evenly distributed upon your altars, and our victory in the mortal realm will embellish your great deeds in the subspace.

Of course, if you need it, I can also erect your statues in Crimson Castle in exchange for the blessing of strength…”

“You are chosen by the creator.”

Mother Earth Gaia, with her slow yet maternal voice, responded:

“Your city is where the creator’s brilliance resides, and we dare not overstep.

We will assist you, Alpha, but we too have demands!”

“Deal with the Dusk quickly!”

The North Wind Wolf said solemnly:

“The subspace battle situation is not optimistic.

They must not cause further crises in the material world.”

“Quickly find The Heart of the World!”

Astral Dragon Ao reminded:

“That’s where the final gift the creator left for you is stored, and it is also the ‘final solution’ for the subspace issues proclaimed by the creator.”

“My request is more personal…”

A husky, enchanting voice, like that of a veiled mature woman, alluring and tempting, lingered in Murphy’s ear, much like the caress of a lover that leaves one blushing, or as if a Shadow Spider was weaving its web.

The demand from Lady Spider was then made:

“Help the Shadow Elves, assist my kindred, their fate is about to undergo upheaval.”

“My demands are straightforward.”

The Fury spoke bluntly:

“I wish to see slaughter, war, and destruction!

Let it burn, let The Master of Hunting, whose domain is almost identical to mine, taste the bitter fruit of his deeds!”

“The fate of the dwarfs is about to face upheaval…”

Mother Earth Gaia said slowly:

“You may intervene, but not stop it!

The corruption is deep, and a drastic measure is needed.”

“This…”

Murphy widened his eyes.

He probably guessed Gaia’s meaning, starting to mourn in his heart for the Brass Dwarves; it seems the prophecy of the Silver Dwarfs about the Brass Dwarves was quite precise, and Mother Earth no longer favors them.

“And you?

Avalon.”

Murphy finally looked at the silent Avalon and asked:

“What are your demands…”

“Win this battle!

Win all wars!”

That response, layered like the voices of the Moon Girl, Storm Queen, and Mother of Forest, was remarkably clear, and the God of Nature said:

“Please fulfill your mission, for I ask nothing more.”