My Players Are So Fierce

In just over a dozen seconds, the vanguard positions of the Split-claw Jackal-man were engulfed.

Utilizing Revno’s aerial perspective, he clearly saw those jackal-men desperately riding their Throne Wolves, trying to escape the all-consuming astral rift behind them, much like the people of Cardman City once tried to evade this unforeseen disaster.

They howled frantically, like beasts fleeing before a sandstorm, but were inevitably consumed one after another amidst bizarre explosions.

But this was only the beginning!

Murphy knew that the astral rift he opened today was large enough, large enough to engulf those Split-claw Jackal-men who thought they had won, and their henchmen all together.

At the twenty-seventh second of the Great Star-world Tear, Blackflame Mountain Pass’s surface structures completely vanished.

At the sixty-first second of the Great Star-world Tear, tens of thousands of the Split-claw Clan’s vanguard were obliterated in the chaotic turbulence.

At the third minute and seventeenth second of the Great Star-world Tear, the Lord of Darkness disappeared into the astral rift’s energy backlash along with the fragmented underground strata of the entire eighth position.

At the fifth minute and thirty-five seconds of the Great Star-world Tear, all the carefully prepared undead warriors of Dusk disappeared from the material world.

At the seventh minute and twenty seconds of the Great Star-world Tear, the chaotic astral turbulence ended, replaced by a massive corrupt energy storm that covered the entire scarred mountain pass.

At the thirteenth minute of the Great Star-world Tear, the Split-claw Clan’s base camp was completely engulfed by the corrupt energy storm.

This was only the start!

By Cardman City’s experience, such a corrupt energy storm, enough to shatter the minds of all living things, would take at least seven to fifteen days to dissipate, and the plane fracture in the sky, torn open by Murphy and larger than the Creation of the Star Realm in Greater Transia by one fold, would take at least several months to heal.

During these months, the entire Dark Mountain Range would enter a period of heightened astral Spiritual Energy activity due to the fragmentation of the material world boundary.

This means that, as long as the players and NPC Psychic are prepared, they could unleash small-scale Star-world Tears at will in the vast area of the Dark Mountain Range leaning towards Transylvania.

Indeed…

Murphy’s retaliation was never just this blow!

If the Transia people have already opened their most deadly weapon, the Barbarians will not obediently put it back before it has drunk its fill of blood.

One can anticipate that from today onwards, Jackal-men would gradually adapt to the sudden onslaught of Star-world Tears in war, but none would feel sorrow for them.

This is what they “won” for themselves with their strength.

“Since the beginning of the Black Disaster, the Jackal-men have constantly tried to terrify us with their brutality, but if they knew what kind of ordeal the Transia people have faced over the past six months, they would understand that their so-called brutality and strength seem ignorant and laughable in our eyes.

They truly thought that employing plague weapons could secure a victory…

What a lovely notion.”

Murphy’s deep voice echoed on the dead silent platform, he said softly:

“They have utterly infuriated us.

If they really want to see who is more vicious, I think the Transia people would probably not lose to the Jackal-men in this regard.”

The Governor retracted the Star Realm Guide Staff with a flick, he turned back to look at the Goat Man Astrologer Paul behind him, saying:

“I don’t know what you seek from me, but I’ll give you a promise, 10 times!

In the next half month, command your Psychic under your command to launch at least 10 Star-world Tears within the Split-claw Clan territory.

If you can do it, whatever you want can be negotiated.”

“I just want to save our God.”

The Goat Man Astrologer humbly bowed, Old Finley beside him and the female Goat Man Spellcaster also bowed, he said:

“We will accomplish 15 Star-world Tears in your name, only asking you to aid our God, King of all Curses, Widiya!

His Divine Power has reactivated, once left traces in Crimson Castle, you can aid our God.

We have confirmed this.”

“Then go do it.

I already know many gods, another acquaintance shouldn’t be a problem.”

Murphy waved his hand.

He shifted his perspective to Spirit Vulture Revno, as the Blood-Drinking Spirit Vulture soared over the dark earth, Murphy quickly spotted a luxurious Jackal-man war chariot frantically retreating towards safety in a “catch shrimp” posture, escorted by elite cavalry of the Split-claw Clan.

That was the carriage of the Claw Chief Mother.

As Revno watched that car, the already mentally shocked Potana Matriarch noticed this gaze, she rushed to the window and looked up, her murky eyes met with Murphy’s Spirit Vulture eyes.

Through those Blood Vulture eyes, Potana seemed to see Murphy’s eyes.

She cursed angrily at that damned Vampire Lord, what kind of madman would risk the complete shattering of the material world’s boundary to launch such a terrifying suicidal attack?

Did we Jackal-men eat the rice of you Transia people?

Is it worth being this crazy?

Murphy noticed Potana Matriarch’s insult too, he said softly:

“Do you use that foul mouth to kiss your mother?

Truly uncivilized barbarians.”

“Mannis, do it!”