My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2563 -855: Storms Converge · The Master of Hunting’s Command (2)

And now Gehrman is walking on the path to the glory he pursues, using a great victory sweeping across the Ligurian Peninsula to pay tribute to his ancestors.

He longs to become the second King of Bone Biting, and indeed, he has already completed the first step of this grand achievement.

Huggesen withdrew his gaze and looked towards the sky, which was what The Master of Hunting truly wanted him to see. In places beyond mortal notice, streaks of blood-red light were continuously pouring from the battlefield below into the sky, greedily devoured by an invisible entity.

Each slaughter by the Wolf People, every battle dominated by them, and each drop of blood spilled because of them would produce such blood-colored dots of light.

These are nutrients!

They are the nourishment for The Master of Hunting’s growth and birth; with every chaotic breath, the Giant Spirit’s visage becomes more real.

He is powerful, without a doubt.

Chief Amot and the deceased Old Manse had both described to Huggesen the scene of The Master of Hunting’s birth; he is the Racial God of the Wolf People, becoming mighty due to their prosperity, and their numbers and reproductive ability are unmatched in the world, which means The Master of Hunting is innately formidable.

He also possesses the divine roles of carnage, battle, and hunting, meaning once he is born, his Divine Power will surpass most gods in the Subspace, at the very least much stronger than the so-called Fury Bevam.

Such a figure appearing on the battlefield of the Subspace and the material world would certainly disrupt the current balance of order and chaos; this is the true significance of The Master of Hunting’s birth.

He might become a crucial “game point” in a key battle.

“Stop pushing, stop pushing, I will fulfill my duties, my Divine Spirit, I am already ready, you wish to see the same scene unfold in Transylvania… I understand! I will execute your will.”

Of course, Huggesen realized that his Divine Spirit called him over not just to watch a movie. He immediately made a promise. Subsequently, this blood-red dream began to crumble like quicksand.

This time, as the dream dissipated, Huggesen felt a bit of pain.

It was direct oppression and tugging at the soul level, representing dissatisfaction from The Master of Hunting, a punishment imposed on him.

Rather than a punishment, it was more like a warning.

“Alas.”

Huggesen opened his eyes in reality, sat up from his bed, and looked at the weapon placed beside his feet, a weapon crafted by the craftsmen a few days ago.

A battle hammer with a distinct barbarian style.

The handle was made from the thousand-year wood from Moss Valley, wrapped in the hide of a Thunder Lizard, and the battle hammer was crafted from an irregular blood-colored horn into a piercer, complemented by various molten ores and secret technique to forge a sturdy square-shaped head.

Within it sealed the heart of a six-hundred-year-old king of Thunder Lizards, allowing the hammer to summon blinding thunder when wielded.

Its tail adorned with a spike made from a giant wolf tooth from the remains of the Wolf Disaster Lord Baux.

Huggesen named it “Claw Splitter,” to commemorate his origin and his deceased foster mother. As he reached out with his claws to lift the heavy hammer, gentle strokes revealed blue currents wrapped around the hammerhead, flickering.

This weapon does not bear the power of The Master of Hunting, but the most authentic war divinity inherited from Blood Horn Pad from the fallen War God Su’guk flows within.

This means that when wielding the weapon, Murphy’s bizarre anti-Chaos divinity will be mostly neutralized by Huggesen.

He is confident that the next time he sees that damn Vampire Lord, he’ll deliver a surprise.

“Pass my command!”

Huggesen put on his spare battle helmet, his first battle helmet had been shamelessly stolen by a madman from Transylvania in a previous battle, which was a humiliation.

He spoke in a low voice in the darkness:

“Our god yearns to see bloodshed and carnage, we should fulfill His desires.

Have the Military Governors come to see me, inform Hass, the vanguard may advance! Head towards the Polluted Swamp, declare to the Transia People that the final battle is about to begin!”

“By your command!”

The guards of God’s Chosen responded loudly, anticipating this day for a long, long time.

Like a wildfire falling into the woodpile accumulated for ages, in just a few moments, the quiet Shadow Valley came alive, like a fire igniting a gleam in the boundless night.

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“Buzz”

In the swift transfer of the Creator’s Teleportation Board, Murphy returned to the Swamp Forbidden Area, where Triss awaited him ahead.

The couple hadn’t seen each other for several days; Triss, clad in a lady’s business suit and surrounded by three Iron Beetle Assistants, stepped forward to embrace her beloved, completely ignoring Andre and Babro as well as Deputy Claire following behind Murphy.

It was their first time entering this hidden creation site within the Polluted Swamp.

Though they had visited the Civilization Museum of the Jackalman before, making them less like curious bumpkins, the place was different from other creation sites; this site was one of the few still functioning well.

Hence the environment here naturally better reflects the grandeur of the Golden Era than other creation sites.

Seeing the automatically operating machinery and the mythically rich scene arrangement, Andre, the Exotic Lands poet, felt stirred to write an eloquent prose. Yet Captain Blood-fear and his first mate, being more vulgar, only sought to obtain some treasures here to avoid leaving empty-handed.