My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2663 -888: Three-Day Miracle · Heroic Spirits! Obey My Command!

The defenders on the position were also within the range of this destructive blood rain. The “spiritual motivation” bestowed by the Master of Hunting was directed at both sides simultaneously…

He’s really gone mad!

He doesn’t care how many of the Wolf People or defenders die. He just wants to see a literal river of blood.

Even Colonel Fraser and his trusted aides were affected. The Goldenrod Cannoneers turned their destructive desire into more intense actions, loading ammunition into the remaining cannons with speed beyond their limits and continuously firing at the enemies everywhere, while the colonel, with bloodshot eyes, was brandishing his command knife and cherished Crimson Revolver, searching for targets everywhere.

It was just then that a group of Gnolls dug through the position and rushed out from the artillery phalanx. Those deranged creatures planned to detonate the explosives they carried but were shot in the head by bullets.

Colonel Fraser, wrapped in the spirit of battle, strode forward, brandishing his sharp blade to deftly cut down several Gnolls that had charged out, then used a remarkably skilled national-football-style kick to send the about-to-explode bomb back into the trench.

“Kill!”

His face filled with exhaustion and persistence twisted as if he wanted to completely release the pent-up destructive desire inside his heart.

“I’ve always been curious about the progression of the Golden Trial.”

At the front line, the blood light around Murphy had become so intense it formed a strange figure akin to a “blood reflection” or, to put it more straightforwardly, a “Susanoo – Vampire Version” around him. This signified that Murphy’s silver trial was at its last moment, the Vampire Ancestor’s power entirely awakened and gradually taking shape within Murphy in a gathered manner. However, his mind instead cleared from the extreme Bloodthirsty state.

He slashed out waves of flickering blood light, clearing away the surrounding enemies, and turned to inquire of Kudell behind him, who wielded a heavy sword and unleashed a Split Earth Slash causing devastating damage:

“At this level, isn’t it beyond just a simple increase in power?”

“More or less. When you initiate the Golden Trial, your own strength has already reached the pinnacle for mortal beings. It’s like a container filled with water seeking further breakthroughs; seeking external strength to propel self-progress is merely an outline description. In my view, the formation of the Transcendent Golden Rule might relate more to the path of strength you choose.”

“To put it more simply, your most extreme and genuine desire will materialize at this stage, and that will be your Golden Rule prototype.”

Kudell calmly said:

“For instance, I want to protect… So the decisive battle at the Maginot Line is my Golden Trial. Surviving and winning here in war will allow me to ascend to the Golden Realm. However, if it collapses and fails, I have no other path than to end myself.”

“Hmm, that’s indeed an extreme combat method.”

Murphy sighed, pulling out an exquisite mechanical pocket watch amidst the battle intervals, watching the time as his blood-glow-enshrouded black hair fluttered.

“It’s time.”

He said, shaking his blood-glowing long hair, and in the eyes of Kudell and all the position defenders, the enormous, sharp blood wings, unlike those of a silver vampire, unfurled, carrying Murphy into the sky.

Transia’s Governor stood amidst the flying destructive blood rain, holding the Necessary Evil, with blood spirits converging, appearing like a tangible vampire god…

Murphy posed in mid-air with his battle blade extended forward, akin to the final infusion of a summoning ritual.

“Hear my command! The Hall of Valor, embodying the indomitable will of Transylvania, open up!”

“Boom”

Triss, quite cooperative, summoned down blue-purple lightning across the battlefield, weaving a flashy “entry special effect” amidst the roaring dragon of electricity, while the Knight of Liwen or Ao’s “temporary earthly form” had been waiting for this moment and arose from the jade purification ritual, raising his left hand forward.

In the next instant, a glassy sky light composed of emerald speeding wind ascended from the command post, like a “Day of Purification.”

The divine, imposing radiance wove clouds wherever it reached, completely dissipating the ominous blood rain and lighting up the sky, transforming into purifying cloud rain, generously letting the glassy rain fall, a rain never to appear in the material world.

It was very much like Avalon’s serene rain.

Yet Ao’s power was more inclined toward purification, not as dominant in healing as Avalon, but Avalon’s Sanctuary resides right in Transylvania, so there’s no need for the God of Nature to hide anymore.

Natalie in the marsh sensed the summons and immediately fulfilled the duty as the chosen one by that god, thus through her as the core, a tranquil rain covering the entire line also descended right then.

Well, two deities really gave face, this grace, Murphy noted!

Thinking so, the handsome vampire slashed downward with the Devil’s Blade, and the spiritual energy lines summoned from the other world descended tangibly on the high ground of the command post. Those entangling lines twined together, truly resembling the opening of a “Heaven’s Gate.”

At the moment when five fully armed dual-wheelers proudly bore the Cadman People’s Army’s battle banner out, when a full five thousand Undying Spirits returned to Transylvania, when the Hall of Valor, only existing in folklore, was first grounded by Murphy, everyone on the Lord’s position shouted and screamed.

General Flanders did not know why he needed to roar, but the joy and relaxation inside him demanded he do something to vent the stress of this hard-fought day’s battle.

Probably everyone else felt the same.

The mortals’ position held for three days in a desperate situation, and the spirit contract was fulfilled, the war’s vanguard returned here.

The counterattack begins, we will surely win!

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“Huff, finally made it in time.”

Almost at the same moment, five kilometers behind the Maginot Line, at the portal, Lord Qin arrived breathlessly, wiping the nonexistent sweat off his forehead; who knows how he got a helmet, but he managed to make it in time.

Ahead of him, Lord Selafenta, who had long waited impatiently, crossed his arms and shouted:

“Yo, Old Qin, I thought you were gonna be late.”

“Bullshit! How could I be late? This is war!”

Old Qin shouted energetically:

“Is my ship ready?”

“What do you mean ‘your ship’! It’s obviously our ship, isn’t it?”

Selafenta, self-styled as “Transia Air Force Commander,” with hands on hips, proudly pointed behind him. In the sky behind, three fully armed Ironclad Airships awaited departure, looking like three airborne battleships, with a Blood Banner waving, the symbols of the Blood Vulture Clan and Transylvania sprayed onto the balloons with a fierce artistic style, making them appear filled with rage, ready to enter the battlefield to grant the Wolf People the supreme trial with fire!

“Upon the suggestion of the Commander of Airship Two, Doujiang baiduo, I replaced all ballast with bombs…”

Selafenta’s chubby face bore the war profiteer’s necessary ferocity as he extended a hand toward Old Qin, saying:

“Come, temporary flagship commander, take your ‘throne of war,’ let’s together burn the Maginot Line to the ground!”