My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2514 -839: Damn! Sir Murphy Has Become War Marshal, Why Not Invite the Grand Duke of Triss to Take Her Seat on the Golden Toilet!

The number of Guardians of Creation following Murphy from the R-9 base to the ruins of the Farwalker Headquarters is around three hundred, commanded by the Wise Wolf Commander, and they are all loyal elites of the Grey Wolf Army, the first batch of devotees to accept the faith of the Creator.

Notably, this group also includes a few former Hunting Priests from the Broken Tooth Clan.

These individuals were supposed to be the representatives of the Master of Hunting on earth, but their conversion was as swift as the ordinary Barbarian Soldiers, fully proving the prowess of the Creator’s black technology, which directly impacts genetic obedience, turning so-called faith into something that can be altered at will.

Of course, the remarkable effectiveness of this thing is primarily due to two reasons.

Firstly, the Jackalmen themselves are created beings, and having obedience programs written into their genetic makeup is like having a generational mental imprint.

Secondly, since the Master of Hunting has not yet awakened, receiving divine power is relatively challenging compared to other divine spirits, meaning that most Hunting Priests are essentially working with their own provisions.

In this situation, encountering a stronger and more “orthodox” invading faith from the Creator was something they couldn’t withstand.

Each of these three hundred Grey Wolf Army Guardians was equipped with a Shadow Wolf combat exoskeleton, moving like the wind and silently. When the auxiliary forces of the Bonebite Clan approached the foot of the mountains near the ruins of the Farwalker Headquarters, Hog had already set an ambush halfway up the mountain.

As a guide of faith, combat command was not Hog’s strong suit, so the commander for this attack was Old Senke.

This 130-year-old long-lived Jackalman, upon finding an “organization,” found his waist no longer sore, his legs no longer aching, and could chop off more than a dozen heads at once. Encountering Lord Felix was like a stimulant that dispelled the old guy’s exhaustion and confusion on a mental level, like a rekindled candle burning more fiercely.

He underwent longevity enhancement.

According to the Civilization Museum of the Jackalman’s biological capsule entry, Old Senke could live without disease or disaster to about 180 years old, trivial compared to the true Eternal Species, but for a Jackalman, this span of life was unimaginable.

Living long naturally granted him advantages over other Jackalmen, such as terrifying prowess in tactical and strategic aspects; he not only commanded the three hundred Guardians of the Grey Wolf Army with ease but also included over a hundred players into his command system.

The old guy had a sharp eye, understanding the correct use of this “Undying Spirits” group of players after a brief interaction.

Thus, when the Bonebite Clan sent several Scouts to ascend the mountain first, those unlucky fellows plunged straight into several ambush positions set up by the players.

“Pomegranate! Cover my flank!”

Seeing a squad of ten Jackalman Cavalry walk into the ambush circle, Orchid, long prepared, shouted, pulling down the visor of her battle helmet, clutching a Chainsaw Sword, and charged out like a black shadow.

Her impressive Hunting Crown exoskeleton was painted red and blue, prominently displaying Orchid’s status as the strongest T among the player group so far.

With a strength attribute of 35 points, Orchid swung the heavy Chainsaw Sword single-handedly; she made a heroic entrance, creating a blood-splattering massacre among the Jackalmen.

Like a ghost, Sister Pomegranate almost simultaneously joined the battle.

Compared to Orchid’s overwhelming assault, Sister Pomegranate’s fighting style was more flexible. Enhanced by Thorn Assassin Tactics, this elusive Martial Monk executed two Spirit Machine Slashes, eliciting fatal results, as two Jackalman Hunters fell from their Throne Wolves without a sound.

Ascending to the Silver tier strengthened this incredible outcome, and continuous battles with the Jackalmen had given Sister Pomegranate detailed knowledge of this barbarian’s physiology, plus the Monks’ renowned deadly precision and strong Ancestor’s Power, making killing Black Iron elites no longer just a dream.

Their initial success inspired the other members of the Silver Moon Group, except for Little Potato Weiming and her mother, who weren’t on the battlefield. Everyone in the Silver Moon Group was present, with Lady Shui donning White Knight Armor, shooting arrows to cover Sister Pomegranate’s retreat into the shadows, while her “exclusive steed,” Brother Huozi, leapt from hiding, transforming into a Black Horned Reindeer, charging at the attacked and confused Jackalmen.

Hey, the high-speed impact of an even-toed ungulate + war stomp is quite difficult to withstand, even for a creature the size of a Jackalman.

However, Brother Huozi entered the game relatively late; he had only obtained two Ancestor’s Powers but was clear about his career planning, having devised his upgrade strategy. For his second natural transformation, he planned to choose a flying Harpy Eagle.

The third would be a White Tiger, proficient in stealth attacks and direct assaults.

Although his wife didn’t say it, Lady Shui actually enjoyed playing the role of a High Priestess of some moon.

Once he could transform into a White Tiger, his wife could proudly call herself “Tiger Girl.”

Uh, middle-aged love unfolds strangely in another world, leaving singles to cry in the bathroom every time they see the couple.

This ambush ended as swiftly as it began; under the assaults of the elite Silver Moon Group, the Bonebite Clan Scouts, elite though they were, couldn’t last more than three minutes before being completely wiped out, and poor Lumina couldn’t even claim a single kill.