My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2282 -761: Opened, But Not Fully; Lost, But Not Completely

But do the Vam believers even care about that?

In their usual battles, they can hear the crazy howls of Vam, the “Noise God.” They’ve long gotten used to fighting with this “BGM” playing in the background. The winged cavalry blessed by the forest are not much disturbed either, continuing their precise and merciless strategy of repetitive trampling.

The only ones in trouble were the wolf people.

Fortunately, the wolf people had the Bloodlust Skill to support them, allowing them to stabilize quickly. As the battle intensity surged, Old Manse finally nodded in satisfaction.

This was the scene that a priest of The Master of Hunting like him hoped to see.

The Master of Hunting longs for slaughter, blood, and death. It only wants to witness these, regardless of whose blood is shed; The Master of Hunting doesn’t care!

“Right here, offer glorious sacrifices to my lord.”

Manson, though weak, still raised its arms, casting a massive-range Berserker Skill on the surrounding wolf people.

The hunting elect were perfectly suited for this spell, and the entangling scarlet light made the already dangerous creatures go berserk, with bizarre bone spikes piercing through their skin, emerging from their shoulders and arms.

The divine power had already transformed their bodies into the perfect vessels for the gods’ wrath.

However, Manson overlooked a critical situation.

If the Transia People could send in troops at the last moment to disrupt this botched yet not failed Star-world Tear, how could their commander not devise tactics against a Gold Stage individual who could sway the course of a battle?

“Darker than twilight, redder than blood…”

A strange, hoarse voice suddenly sounded above Manson’s head. The Old Wolf Man immediately looked up to see a slender figure with huge blood wings rapidly descending from the sky.

The figure was originally chanting a mysterious incantation but then abruptly shouted:

“Damn, what is this nonsense? So edgy… Does the old lady have no pride? Not chanting anymore!”

“Anyway, it’s just the Dragon Breath forcibly modified by the bizarre vampire elders into ‘Dragon Slash!’

Bastard!

You have the scent of twilight on you, taste my ‘Midnight Dragon Breath’!”

High in the sky, Lena, newly attempting a hellish dive, quickly formed a Dharma Seal in mid-air. When she was several tens of meters from the ground, she took a deep breath, making her already exaggerated chest swell even more, and then… flames rained from the sky!

The nickname “Dragon Flame” proves Master Lena’s high proficiency in fire spells.

The humiliating experience of dying at the hands of Twilight filled her with rage. Moreover, Qiuchote had rescued her with a feather from the Feathered Serpent Sun God, sharpening Lena’s already impressive fire affinity.

At the moment she furiously unleashed the Super magic · Dragon Breath, a towering pillar of fire appeared on the battlefield. It was like a supercharged Flame Strike Skill, five times larger and at least three times more damaging.

In the instant the legendary Dragon Breath struck, a dozen Jackal Priests around Old Manse were instantly vaporized. Those unlucky enough to be near this part of the battlefield were severely burned by the rolling flames.

The good news was that Murphy’s previous speculation was correct. As the leader of the Forming Energy Tower and a Spiritual Overlord specializing in flame burst spells, Lena’s direct destructive power was several times that of the shameful Triss.

The bad news was that her endurance was poor, and compared to Triss, who could give Murphy kidney pain, she lost miserably…

This terrifying “Dragon Slash” lasted only a few seconds before dissipating. Amidst the swirling ash and high temperatures, Lena folded her wings and landed on the ground, naturally in a classic pose reminiscent of Brother Egg.

She drew the uniquely styled “Demon Fire” sword from her waist with a backhand and strode through the blazing ashes toward Manson. The Old Manse was severely burned, with its hood and mane entirely scorched, making it look like a monster salvaged from a coal pile.

But facing Lena’s aggressive approach, Old Manse felt no fear; instead, a strange light shone in its murky eyes.

“Powerful vampire, there’s something behind you…”

It coughed and said.

“Do you think the old lady will be deceived by such a pathetic lie…”

“Master Lena, dodge quickly! There’s something behind you!”

The Star Diviner Paul’s shout startled Lena, making her transform into a swarm of bats, narrowly avoiding the destructive bite of the silver-grey two-headed stardom giant wolf lunging out from the shadow of corrupt energy.

The good news was that the Silver Wolf had not come personally.

The Star Rift opened today wasn’t large enough to allow a powerful demigod to leap into the material world.

The attacker was merely one of Helsun’s companions, a secondary giant beast lord, barely touching the edge of a legendary beast. In the material world’s power system… just a Gold Stage mutated beast.

The bad news was that because she was a Blood Descendant of Murphy, the fearsome two-headed Star Realm Wolf Lord wasn’t likely to return to its territory before taking her down.

“Well, this is probably what humans call destiny…”

The weakened Old Manse grinned a strange smile. Rising slowly from the ashes, it coughed and said:

“It seems today, the advantage is mine.”