My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2668 -890: World-Famous Painting · Murphy Leads the Transia People – Extra for the “Little Lamb” Brothers [4/10]_2

The frenzy mind imposed by The Master of Hunting, shattered by harm that could not possibly be resisted by will, broke in the screams of the Half-body Man First Mate, who fell to the ground and cried out while covering his eyes:

“Devils! Devil’s fire! It’s a spark from purgatory, damn! You madmen, aren’t you being too extreme! Was this weapon developed to compete with devils in maliciousness? Did your ancestors originate in the damn Hell?”

“Told you not to watch.”

Old Qin glanced helplessly at the Half-body Man lying on the ground, whose pants were soaking wet, seemingly unable to withstand this horrific scene that felt unsettling even under cognitive filter black technology, even for the “bold” among Half-body Men.

He didn’t mock the First Mate, whose defense broke down, but picked up the communicator to order the Merchant Dynasty, which was escorting nearby Hammer of Morphy while also conducting cover bombing:

“Deploy your ship’s specialized ammunition towards the rear of the Wolf People in five minutes to support Ironheart Annihilator’s imminent airborne operation.”

“Uh, Lord Qin, not to say…”

Just now brimming with confidence, His Excellency Selafenta now felt somewhat guilty, obviously scared by the devastation on the ground that frightened this EVE ship runner. He said softly:

“Won’t using these things land us in a military tribunal? This surely meets the standards of crimes against humanity and genocide, doesn’t it? Maybe we should stick to incendiary bombs instead, at least let the Wolf People die swiftly.”

“So why don’t you hop down and persuade the Wolf People to retreat?”

Old Qin countered:

“Where did your bravado go? Weren’t you set on turning the Maginot Line to ashes? You’re overwhelmed by this sight? If we face a calamity of that level with the Ratmen later, will you be scared to incapacitation?

Selafenta!

Listen to me! You’re on a military mission now! There’s no bargaining about it; if you dare desert, I’ll jump over and execute you this instant.

Move into combat position immediately!”

“Yes, sir!”

His Excellency Fenda replied promptly without further words.

As the Merchant Dynasty accelerated towards the rear positions of the Wolf People, Ironheart Annihilator had already carried paratroopers to hover above the battlefield. Ground-level, Murphy knew the moment to seize the flag and behead was near; he gestured to Kudell, and in the next instant, the two spread their wings and surged toward the burning battlefield ahead.

That Great Marshal of the Jackal Wolves was not a Golden One, but after three days of combat, it was confirmed the opponent had a Gold Stage Guard, probably a strong figure from the Blood Scar Clan.

Previously, Triss attempted a spiritual energy decapitation on the Great Marshal but was thwarted, and now players are about to engage in a decisive battle; Murphy relished player victory satisfaction, yet he and Kudell must intercept the troublesome guard.

Of course, Murphy also harbored some personal ambitions.

His silver trial was at the final stage, needing to slay something valuable for the trial to culminate perfectly. Claiming the head of a Golden One as a coronation for ascending to the silver moment couldn’t be more perfect.

“Airborne operation countdown starts: twenty seconds! Everyone check equipment!”

High above, Ironheart Annihilator first cleared regular soldiers by dropping incendiary bombs towards the area where the Great Marshal was located before preparing to initiate the true combat mission.

It descended to a height considered dangerous for an airship, and the lower deck specialized for support landings was now mechanically opening outward.

The captain, Doujiang Baidao, personally stood by the airborne portal and shouted behind the players’ elite led by Macha Worm:

“Your moment of glory has arrived, brothers! I know the pinnacle of our pioneering wave has gone to another honor’s battlefield, but we cannot slow our pursuit because of it.

This land longs for heroes to rise and fight for its will, now you embody the resistance spirit of Transylvania!

Go!

Descend from the skies!

Bring this land’s retribution upon those stubborn enemies, show them through actions that Transylvania has been reborn in flames!”

“Damn, professional violators really spit motivational crap effortlessly.”

Wearing his exoskeleton, Macha Worm complained to Dasaen beside him, who was holding up his Treasure Bead recording the scene:

“If I didn’t know these guys’ true nature, I’d be genuinely convinced by his stirring speech.”

“Watch your mouth!”

Dasaen said displeased:

“The cinematography here is excellent, rougher than you, big guy. Remember to make a cool hero entrance when landing, otherwise, the short film with you as main character will be tough to cut.”

“Got it, just like Su Pa Black Velvet Landin.”

Macha Worm grinned, stepped up and pulled down his combat mask first, but was stopped by Dasaen:

“Cover yourself and nobody knows it’s you. Put the mask on after landing if you want to be the protagonist, understand?”

“You’re so demanding; next time, I won’t play this male lead role.”

Brother Bug cursed.

His exoskeleton had a flight pack, allowing him to parachute without following other brothers, so when Doujiang Baidao finished the countdown, he stood at the thousand-meter-high airborne portal edge, gazed at the fiery burning ground below, took a deep breath, remembered Dasaen’s reminder, and then turned to face his brothers, performing a flamboyant leap of faith by jumping backward.