My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2284 -762: Oh No, Sly Head Is Here—Handsome Murphy, Run! (Part 2)

But that wasn’t Vam’s rage armor, it was Avalon’s Red of War!

The expressions of both are similar, but unfortunately they are completely different concepts.

Judging by this state, Brother Meow’s silver trial should have been successful, and he probably even managed to change professions along the way. The power of faith is great in this sense; when changing professions, you don’t need to perform tedious tasks. If the divine spirit says you’re qualified, then you’re qualified.

But Brother Meow might be caught in some kind of frenzy of the Red Knight of War. If he doesn’t wake up on his own, others cannot wake him up.

He can only continue fighting.

This guy’s new profession is quite exaggerated. Every time he cuts down a jackal, a Blood Wood Guardian will be triggered from its corpse, not even needing a Bloodwood Seed as a medium. This must be a characteristic of the Red Knight profession.

Damn, this person’s forming an army all by himself, looks really powerful!

On the other side, Old Manse is truly suffering. The poor Golden Jackal had just narrowly escaped from Lena with the help of the “helpful” Star Realm Wolf Lord, but before he could relocate, was trapped again in that scorching area by the peculiar astral spell of the Goat Man Paul.

The image power originating from Ophiuchus reflected on the ground, and those shadows turned into black smoke snakes that entangled the movement steps of Old Manse and his priests, as if stuck in mud, unable to advance or retreat.

Old Manse looked wretched, but being the Golden One, he still had ways.

Seeing the Transia People charging howlingly, the old coffin plank also knew his current bad state couldn’t last long, so he decisively crushed a bone artifact he carried, summoning three giant blood-colored wolf spirits, roaring to block in front of the Big Bird Team’s players.

These throne wolf spirits, tempered by voodoo, although formless, could inflict substantial damage on the enemy, physical means being completely ineffective, but fortunately, Three Five Battles arrived in time, decisively unleashing a Paradise of Avalon, filling the surrounding with the Power of Nature to repel those wolf spirits.

“Lord Manson! Quick, leave!”

The young priests of the Blood Scar Clan were still loyal, calling over their Throne Wolves to carry Manson to the safe zone, and after casting Bloodlust Skill on each other, they followed the wolf spirits to block the players’ pursuit.

But Manson’s luck must have run out while avoiding Lena earlier. The Throne Wolf had just charged out a few steps when a dull gunshot rang from afar, blasting half of the Throne Wolf’s head as if struck by a warhammer.

Again with these thunderous gunshots!

Today’s misfortune is all thanks to it! Those damned hunters have shown themselves!

Falling to the ground with severe burns all over, Old Manse struggled to get up, filled with malice as he lifted his head and saw Brother Qu and his three hunter apprentices, blood-covered, steering a heavily wounded Bipedal Dragon wobbling down from high altitude.

Old Qu was also at the end of his rope; managing to fire that shot was already the last assist.

Seeing this divine intervention, Little Hand of the Big Bird Team gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, realizing it wasn’t the time to hold back.

Glancing at his Potential Burn Bar and the imminent end of the Silver Trial prompt, he gritted his teeth, gulped down a bottle of Victory Wine, and conjured a shadow incantation to create a few illusions to distract the enemy ahead, then stepped forward into the shadows.

With precise Shadow Step shuttling, he leaped from behind Old Manse, clinging onto Manse as he got up.

The King’s Bone Biter’s combat dagger viciously pierced through Manse’s back. This weapon, which naturally inflicts true damage, activated the unscientific “Dissolving Blade” effect, with the blue shimmering blade instantly cleaving Old Manse’s heart and spine, while the reinforced Victory Wine’s life burn reached its end.

He shouted to his brothers behind him:

“Remember to bring back my dagger! That thing is so valuable; if it gets blown up, I’ll be heartbroken…”

“Boom”

A massive burst of Light-eating Divine Power erupted from within Little Hand.

This was a massive self-destruction by a skilled player who had just completed the Silver Trial, and its power was naturally not comparable to the self-destruction of newbies.

The just rising Manse was once again blasted to the ground with a miserable scream; even the resilient body of the Golden One couldn’t withstand these successive attacks from the Transia maniacs, not to mention having previously served as the “human pillar” of the Star-world Tear and suffered backlash, followed by being directly hit by Lena’s Super Magic · Dragon Breath.

As always, the Old Wolf Man truly suffered today.

But unfortunately, its suffering journey was not yet over.

Stumbling forward while covering its torn body, Lena’s Dragon Breath had destroyed several escape spells it intended to use, but being the loyal priest of the Master of Hunting, it naturally had ways. It lunged onto a rock fragment, trembling to draw patterns with its blood-stained claws.

These were patterns imbued with divine power, capable of transporting itself beside a God’s Chosen upon activation.

Just as it was about to finish the engraving, suddenly hearing a gust of evil wind coming from behind, the Old Wolf Man ducked just in time to narrowly avoid an overhead axe, with Polut’s butcher having feasted on blood today, easily cleaving the blood-colored rock.

Seeing Old Manse look back, Meow Brother, shrouded in the Red of War, came charging like a demon with a large swarm of bizarre bloody plants, having fully transformed into the Red Knight, exuding a fierce and wild natural aura all over.