My Players Are So Fierce

2256: Chapter 753: Hey, Encircle and Reinforce!

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2256 -753: Hey, Encircle and Reinforce!

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Murphy made a knife-licking gesture to intimidate Huggesen.

But don’t worry about his health, after all, this thing had once erupted with Solar Fire.

No matter what the blade had come into contact with before, in the most intense fire, it had become one of the cleanest things among over 99% of worldly items.

Of course, the gesture itself was indeed quite twisted, especially when used by a vampire.

The corrupt and defiled Hunting God’s Power, which had not yet been born, was easily dispelled by the Omega Program.

As a divine choice deprived of power, Huggesen immediately fell into visible weakness, finding it difficult to even maintain his Golden One strength.

This is a common problem with Gods of Faith.

They need to grant power to strengthen their believers, but the maintenance of their true form or consciousness comes from the believers.

This unique link leads to the complex two-sided relationship between Gods of Faith and their believers.

If before, Huggesen was like a jackal people prototype with a built-in “battery” that could run for five minutes after losing power, now as the divine choice of the Hunting God, Huggesen entirely relies on alternating current to operate.

The result of Murphy “cutting the power” was naturally an immediate halt.

Of course, the foundation of a Golden One was still there.

Even when weakened and stabbed, Huggesen did not suffer a fatal injury.

Instead, he managed to distance himself through weapon clashes and deflections in extreme disadvantage.

Realizing he could never win in this peculiar duel with Murphy, he decisively called for reinforcements.

He did not call upon those Hunting God’s elect in similar situations, but instead, summoned the elite Voodoo Army from the Split Claw Clan.

With a roar, several silver wolf cavalry charged from surrounding areas, forcing Mr.

Morphy, who was playing the role of “Doomsday of the Evil God’s Elect,” to temporarily enter a defensive state.

He could kill silver ones; it wasn’t challenging.

But when facing multiple enemies at once, it’s prudent to be cautious.

Despite this, by the time Huggesen rode the Death Claw out of “Murphy’s Trap,” he already had numerous slashed and pierced wounds, looking like he had rolled through fire.

Even a sixth of his blood had been drained, making it merciful to describe this encounter as a complete defeat.

Murphy didn’t even use the time power of the Endless One, as he received a transmission from the Wise Wolf, knowing that Huggesen had reached some degree of agreement with the King of Bone Biting.

Though it was unclear how the Hunting God’s elect could assist in hunting the Master of Hunting, Huggesen undoubtedly counted as “ally.”

At least until the Master of Hunting was dead.

And on the ambush battlefield in Shadow Valley, as the Winter Wolf Army assault troops entered from the flanks, the surrounding jackal people were on the verge of retreat.

Against the fiery backdrop created by continuously thrown Molotov cocktails and explosives, Murphy, with twin blades in hand, looked at the silver jackal warriors surrounding him, ready to kill him.

He saw the hatred in these guys’ eyes and the Split Claw Emblem on them and knew they were a group of Avengers.

Destined for a life-and-death struggle, there was nothing more to say.

“Ah, the ‘dinner’ I chose just grew legs and ran away, but I have no intention of going hungry tonight.”

When Murphy raised his head again, bright crimson glowed beneath the heavy helmet, and his vampire fangs emerged as Bloodthirsty activated.

He flexed his neck and said:

“Being the weakest among them all is both a pride and a frustration.

Though I don’t consider chasing power a necessity, letting oneself fall behind one’s comrades is quite irresponsible.

Ladies and gentlemen, I also wish to ascend to silver, and I’ll be borrowing your lives for a bit.”

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“The forum says the battle for Shadow Valley has begun!

The intensity is very high, Brother Cat and Sister Pomegranate have both logged off, reportedly because a golden boss called ‘Hunting God’s Elect’ spawned.

It was fierce, and only Sir Morphy’s personal intervention managed to drive it back.”

Far from Shadow Valley, beneath a tunnel near Blackflame Mountain Pass, Brother Meow awaited action instructions.

Returning from the forum, he complained to his brothers nearby:

“I told you the strength of NPCs is a mystery, especially Sir Morphy.

How did he manage to easily repel a Golden One despite the possibility of being killed by a silver?

Doesn’t this defy logic?”

“Or is the power system of this game just a joke?”

“Huh?

A joke?”

Old Qu, installing a scope on his Cannibal Demon’s Hammer anti-tank gun, blinked.

He smirked and said, “Then how about we wait here while you go up there alone and kill all those jackal people around?

We’ll give you a dance accompaniment or something.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re just a big-headed soldier filling the ranks.

Complaining is one thing, but can you really comprehend the noble mainline NPCs?”

Three Five Battles knocked his shield and grinned, “Sir Morphy can summon a Half-god of Star Realm.

Do you see any Stellar Summoner in the material world who can do that?

I’m telling you, his skill tree is definitely custom-made, and it might even have skills or talents specifically to counter Golden Ones.

Discussing the combat power of NPCs is something only those obstinate chess enthusiasts like to do.

See, Old Qu now has a new gun.

Under ambush conditions, there’s a slight chance to one-hit-kill a silver jackal.

Does that mean you can say Old Qu is more powerful than silver?