My Players Are So Fierce

(Extra update for the New Year~ Happy New Year to everyone~)

The “Great Purge” initiated by Huggesen and Hass in the command layer of the Jackalwolves yielded significant results. In just three days, they wiped out hundreds of priests and low-level military governors. These guys were the core followers of Old Manse, and at least a third of them were connected to the Twilight.

Previously, when Lena hunted Old Manse, she said that Jackalwolf had the stench of Twilight on him.

This is not just a metaphor. Those who have long contact with these apocalyptic heretics are bound to be influenced. They are a group of Subspace Servants, and no matter how well they disguise, the power they serve will have a subtle impact on their existence.

Just like how every Twilight Servant carries a special state of “Twilight Servant”.

This influence is hard to detect on a conventional power level. However, once it involves faith and rises to the level of divine power observation, those changes can be perceived clearly by “experts” like Huggesen.

As the Great Purge progressed and the facade of loyalty was torn apart, even the old military governor Hass from the Blood Scar Clan was startled by the grim reality.

“I don’t understand, how did those heretics extend their reach so far?”

In the Shadow Valley, Field Marshall Hass looked at the statistics on the beast skin scroll in front of him, and asked Huggesen with a grim face:

“Those priests caught, those military governors, they lived among us and most of them were the righteous members of the Blood Scar, they were supposed to be the most devout followers of our god, yet under the deity of Jackalwolf, they cavorted with a group of World Destroyers.

Old Manse’s situation is not an isolated case, those bastards were cavorting with the Twilight just for some leftovers, like stray dogs tamed by the Twilight, this is simply a disgrace to the Jackalwolves!

We should perhaps report this matter to Chief Amot…”

“Are you serious?”

Huggesen glanced at the capable old military governor in surprise and said:

“Do you think Chief Amot is unaware of such a situation?

Manse was his most trusted assistant. I know you already think the situation is bad, but imagine the worst-case scenario.

If even my foster mother, Chief Botana of the Pī zhǎo Clan, is a collaborator of Twilight, then do you think the remaining chiefs are really that clean? Do you think they have really never contacted Twilight privately?”

“This…”

Field Marshall Hass’s tail drooped, not daring to think further.

“Twilight is a group of cunning dogs, they won’t absorb Jackalwolves directly into their ranks, they will use the guise of ‘cooperation’ to entice our high-ranking comrades, like my mother.

Hass, I have fully experienced the war at Blackflame Mountain Pass.

I am acutely aware that my poor mother was played by Twilight, and Manse is the second bloody example. I don’t deny that Twilight is indeed powerful, you can achieve any goal by collaborating with them, and they can produce all sorts of miraculous items to fulfill your desires.

For example, the Ratmen, or the dangerous artifacts in Manse’s possession that can open subspace rifts.

But these ‘assistance’ all come at a price.

When they are handed to you, the price has been marked secretly.”

Huggesen said in a low voice:

“The more generous they are in offering help, the harsher they become in collecting interest, once you lose your value and are unwilling to join them, then Manse becomes our fate.

Let me tell you another secret.

You know, I am a descendant of the King of Bone Biting. When Chief Botana found me, there was a scroll of Lord Felix’s diary by my side, documenting in detail the reasons and the entire process by which the King of Bone Biting established faith for our tribe.

The Master of Hunting is a civilized image compiled by Lord Felix combining all the legends of the Jackalwolves.

He should have been the best and most influential cultural totem of the Jackalwolf Tribe, yet, this path to godhood that should have progressed smoothly encountered problems from the beginning.

My god was polluted…”

“Divine General! Mind your words!”

Field Marshall Hass was so frightened that the fur on his tail bristled. It made a gesture of covering his mouth, clearly shocked by what Huggesen said.

But the Divine General glanced at him and said:

“This matter is no secret in the Blood Scar Clan. The night Blackflame Gap fell, Manse and I talked, he did not deny this truth, indicating that the high priests are aware of the truth. You are the Grand Marshal of the Blood Scar Clan, I don’t believe you haven’t heard similar rumors!

Moreover, as a chosen one I am not afraid, what are you afraid of?

The Master of Hunting will be born, but he is not yet born, his ability to influence the material world is extremely limited.

Because I am closest to him, I understand him well.

Just talking about these things will not attract his attention, so be bold, don’t let me despise your courage.”

“This… alright, I have indeed heard some similar mad rumors.”

Hass was somewhat regretful for coming to discuss the Twilight topic with the chosen one, but now Huggesen was staring at him, clearly wanting him to make a statement.

In such a situation, Hass could not pretend not to hear this matter. He moved stiffly and uneasily, saying: