My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2336 -779: Shadow Oath · Guardian Pact

The Silver Moon Group has been striving to establish Shadow Valley as our stronghold.

But to gain the recognition of this land, we must pay the price!

Therefore, I swear here!

All members of the Silver Moon Group will remain in the Desolate Mountain Area to continue resisting until Shadow Valley is restored. We will dedicate everything to reclaiming this valley, and we shall receive the blessing of Shadow Valley in future victories.”

“Hmm, that’s truly a great oath of resistance.”

Murphy nodded with satisfaction and looked at Lisa, saying:

“So, Mistress of the Shadow Valley, facing the brave warriors’ oath, what do you say?”

“I will witness and fight alongside them.”

Lisa said solemnly:

“I never truly possessed the loyalty of Shadow Valley. My first half of life was immersed in the drama of playing a queen; perhaps it’s time to step out of the drama and fight genuinely for my dreams.

All greatness must undergo trials, just as real gold must be forged in raging fires.

When we return to this valley, I will grant the Silver Moon Group the permanent right to reside and manage here, and I will share the power in my hands with these brave and beautiful foreigners!

This is the Mistress’s promise, and this land and its owner shall witness it!”

“I’ll witness your oath too, but now you must leave.”

Murphy glanced back at the Jackal army that had crossed the town of Shadow Valley and was heading towards the pit entrance. He drew his Chainsaw Sword and said to those beside him:

“Bonnie will stay with me to offer the chieftains of the Jackal army their final ‘blessing.’ The rest of you, enter the pit, do what needs to be done, and remember to detonate the explosives buried inside to collapse the pit! We can’t leave our pit for the Jackal People.”

“What about you?”

Brother Huozi supported his exhausted wife, nervously asking:

“The space here is blocked, Sir Murphy. If you don’t take the pit, how do you plan to leave?”

“Is your look worrying that I will commit suicide from shame in front of the Jackal People due to failure?”

Murphy said in a peculiar tone:

“The Jackal People have locked the space preventing me from teleporting, but I can still fly out using my wings. I didn’t leave earlier because I couldn’t, my warriors… You know, a lord like me departing also needs an ‘farewell ceremony’ befitting my status.

Go ahead.”

After speaking, the Governor spread Blood wings towards the front, as his players had already made such sincere vows for protection; how could he, as the main NPC, slack off before retreating?

Therefore, find a place with more people and indulge in a massacre!

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“Poof”

The headless corpse trembled and fell to the ground, splattering blood everywhere, even smashing flying chunks of flesh and twisted armor to the ground.

The brutal serrated blade of the Chainsaw Sword, rotating at high speed, easily cut through anything it touched. In the face of such attack power, the hard bones Jackal People were proud of were nothing special.

Not to mention, the brutal weapon was wielded by a Vampire Weapon Master, turning heavy, awkward to maneuver thing into spinning slaughters, akin to art. Murphy expressionlessly flipped the blood-dripping Chainsaw Sword in his hand, surrounded by a field of shredded corpses.

Jackal People, Gnolls, Throne Wolves, and a Hunt Elector’s remains were cut into four pieces, but the battlefield lacked any real gore, likely because the blood had been drawn out by Crimson Ability and transformed into weapons to hurt other Jackal People. Perhaps inspired by Maxim’s piercing power, farther from Murphy, scarlet spears formed of gathered blood pierced densely into the ground.

And below each spear, there was always a corpse.

The scene was incredibly bloody, likening it to the spectacle of our king’s Sword Lane battle.

After Murphy chopped down the last Jackal, no new enemies surged forth, perhaps even the Jackal People dreaded this peculiar Vampire Lord. Over five hundred Jackal People were killed in a short time, certainly not solely Murphy’s achievement. Bonnie led the Dukes Guard to some equally impressive kills.

These vampires held their ground at their previous location; though few, they deterred the incoming Jackal People, who stood in silence at the massacre’s edge, glancing warily at each other.

Murphy fought without wearing a helmet this time; after all, he needed the Jackal People to see how the Transia People’s lord fought so that his fierce image could be etched into Jackal People’s minds in a more ruthless manner, aiding his reputation’s spread. Yet Bonnie and Veylanther thought this was a bad idea, as after Murphy’s Star-world Tear reduced Blackflame Mountain Pass to ruins, his name had already spread among the Jackal society.

A Vampire who personally obliterated over 100,000 of The Army of Dark Disaster and killed a Great Chief; such one deserves to be recorded in the Jackal People’s own history if they indeed have such a thing…

Nonetheless, Murphy believes fame is never ‘saturated’; making enemies fear oneself is always advantageous.

“Boom”

The heavy Chainsaw Sword propped onto the ground, Murphy standing upon piled Jackal People’s corpses.

He leaned on the brutal, black-smoke-releasing, and blood-dripping weapon, blood-red eyes scanning the Jackal People, as if an invisible whip lashing at their hearts and spirits, mixed with the still dispersing scarlet aura, almost solidifying into a halo of fear.

Those timid Armed Gnolls and even smaller Jackal People dared not meet Murphy’s gaze directly, yet when they lowered their heads, they’d be chastised and beaten by the Jackal People beside them.

Bastard!

Not allowed to bow to the ‘Destruction Demon of Jackal People’!

This is cowardice!

Though even those who held their heads up avoided eye contact with Murphy; this might not be considered fear, but undoubtedly, in the current situation where everyone quieted to await Murphy’s speech, their morale had lost hold of several heads.

But this cannot be blamed for their cowardice.

After all, anyone would feel apprehensive facing someone who slaughtered into over 100,000 of the Jackal People’s elite in a single night, this being a magical continent; who knows if Murphy’s exploits formed a special force akin to ‘Jackal People’s Nemesis’ thereafter?

“You gather here, neither fighting nor retreating. What do you intend, to glare me to death with your eyes?”

Murphy’s black hair swayed on his shoulders, he scolded:

“Bring your leader over here! I have a few words for them… Hmm, you’re not moving because I didn’t say ‘please’?”