My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2516 -839: Damn! Sir Murphy Has Become the War Marshal—Hurry Up and Let The Grand Duke of Triss Take Her Place on the Golden Toilet!

Hog immediately turned back, and then he saw the Duke’s Guard of the Blood Vulture Clan spread their wings in the twilight, descending onto their positions. Each flying vampire carried two non-flying vampires; those were members of the Thorn Clan and the Blood Fear Clan.

Bonnie, holding Andre in her left hand and Babro in her right, descended while the Wise Wolf looked around but could not see Sir Murphy.

“Stop looking, Murphy said he needs some time to ‘change outfit’.”

The pirate captain vampire, loading bullets into his beloved hunting rifle, said in a sour tone:

“That guy is determined to make a ‘heroic entrance’ today.”

“But Murphy also asked me to pass a message to you, Mr. Hog.”

Andre drew his Grey Claw Sword, speaking gently to the Wise Wolf:

“He told you not to worry, today’s battle is sure to be won. Murphy said rather than focusing on the direction of the war, spend more time thinking about how to persuade the Whip-tail Chieftain after night falls.

In fact, were it not for our tight schedule and heavy tasks, unable to stay here for long, hunting Gehrman Bonebite would also be an option.”

“Is that so?”

The Wise Wolf suddenly felt assured, as if Murphy’s advice carried a prophecy of victory. After calming down, he suddenly noticed that the equipment on these vampires had changed.

The Duke’s Guard of the Blood Vulture Clan still wore their original armor, but the vampire elites of the other two clans were now dressed in peculiar exoskeletons. Babro and Andre were similarly dressed, besides the vampires’ favorite weapons, they also carried “new style weapons” like Melt Swords and Thermal Melt Guns.

Hog was very smart.

He immediately understood that Master Murphy must have found the creator’s legacy in the ruins again.

No wonder it’s Sir Murphy!

Every move must have a clear goal and shocking gains. Following such a master, the creator werewolves’ future is sure to be prosperous!

At this moment, the shadow over Hog’s heart quietly dissipated.

What was he doing just now?

Why consider those foolish questions?

Future?

What’s difficult about the future?

As long as I follow Master Murphy all the way, I and my clansmen will surely reach that place where the water and grass are lush! Yes, I cannot see through the greatness of destiny, but I can follow the greatness step by step.

Thinking of this, Hog suddenly “overflowed with literary inspiration.” He turned and activated the amplifier component of the Wise Wolf’s equipment, shouting to the Guardians of Creation beside him:

“The eternal chosen ones of the creator will step onto the battlefield with us! Guardians of Creation, we will march to victory with our destined master!

Rejoice, for our undeniable victory!

Mourn, for the enemy’s fated defeat!

Raise the battle flag of the creator!

With today’s battle, declare to the entire world, after a thousand years, the warriors of the creator have returned! We will rewrite the legends of our ancestors!

We will step into legend, becoming eternal!”

“Aw!”

The response to Hog was a cacophony of war cries. Under the ancient battle flags decorated with the beast bones of Thunder Lizards, the newborn Guardians of Creation, wielding sharp blades, advanced forward.

Even if there were six times as many enemies ahead, they remained fearless and never retreated.

This frenzy even infected the players. A group of Wam Brothers, led by Great Shark, were also hyped up, shouting chaotic slogans as they joined this advancing army.

“Good!”

This scene was captured by Old Senke, riding on a Throne Wolf at the rear. The old wolf man excitedly slapped his thigh and shouted:

“Already has the momentum of my king’s army, just like this! A werewolf’s life should be spent this way, dying for great ideals, bleeding for the prosperity of the race, drawing a blade for a belief in certain victory!

It’s back.

They’re all back!

King, do you see it?

That beautiful era of battle and victory has returned.”

“Indeed, Hog is already an outstanding leader. Once Moss Valley is breached, he can become as great a ruler as the King of Bone Biting.”

Through Reveno’s vision, Murphy fully witnessed the departure of the Grey Wolf Army, the Wise Wolf’s declaration of war making him very satisfied. He thought to himself that he had finally nurtured the small Transia werewolf into a hero.

Whew, even such difficult things have been done, what can stop me from realizing my ideals?

“Then come on, my heroic entrance!”

Murphy moved his body, the heavy war helmet clicked into place around his head.

The energy of the War Marshal Power Armor activated. As Murphy stepped forward, the oversized Iron Giant stepped out of the containment tank. Under Eden’s silent command, the exit of the flying platform atop the ruins of the Outwalkers’ Headquarters, closed for a millennium, finally opened amidst the rusty mechanical operations.

A ray of twilight light shone down from the cracked mountain stone above, stones of varying size falling constantly, but Murphy paid them no mind.

He operated the power armor and strode forward. In the cargo warehouse ahead, the catapult and flight pack were ready, just waiting for the War Marshal’s descent onto his glorious battlefield.

“Alas, everything about this thing is good, except that once worn, it can’t fly… My blood wings aren’t as big as Triss’s, unable to lift such heavy stuff.”

Standing on the catapult, Murphy complained:

“Inconvenient carrying is also a big issue. Looks like it can only be worn at grand scenes, but it’s okay, which big boy’s wardrobe doesn’t have a ‘battle suit’ only worn during life’s most important moments?

If I had a brother who asked me to wear the coolest clothes to his wedding to add presence, I’d wear this suit and steal all the groom’s thunder, wouldn’t I?”

“Ka”

The catapult began charging, the console readings and preset location information constantly refreshing, Murphy felt the vibration of the platform underfoot, feeling like he should have a cigar in his mouth now to cosplay as a fifty-buck good brother.

He took a deep breath, connected to the communications network currently used by the players, and said in a deep voice:

“Commander Happy Rod on the front line! This is Lord Murphy of the Transia people, I request to join the battlefield!”

“You can come anytime, sir, no need for formality, after all, no one is stopping you…”

“Excellent, then raise your heads to the sky! My warriors, I will deploy in War Marshal form!”

“??? What?”