My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2760 -920: His Highness Prince Hu Fu Demonstrates What It Means to Use a Cannon Against a Mosquito (3)

“I’m very busy, Your Highness.”

The Sun Priest pulled a long face and said:

“I still have to make a trip to Transylvania and bring back Miss Nephitali, who’s stranded there. But if I turn down your invitation, I’m afraid your sister will give me a double strike to both mind and body. Before I left, she grabbed me by the collar and ordered me to take good care of you.

So even if you gave me the right to choose, in reality I don’t have a choice at all.

Mm, it seems you’ve picked up the imperial arts of scheming pretty well.”

“Your Highness, the solar bombardment is fully charged!”

The captain of the Origin Pioneer, an experienced General of the Sanghai, requested instructions from Hu Fu:

“Please designate the bombardment target.”

“General Bopal, you are the true expert on warfare. If I casually give my opinion on such a matter, I’ll only expose my own ignorance and arrogance—and that’s exactly the sort of embarrassment I absolutely want to avoid.”

Prince Hu Fu shook his head and said:

“So you give the target order. Don’t mind me. This is your command room. I’m only here to play the role of a lucky charm to steady everyone’s nerves—that’s one of the duties Father assigned to me.”

“Hoho, you’re far more steady than my esteemed Pharaoh King was at your age.”

General Bopal chuckled, then his tone turned severe as he ordered the Sanghai soldiers at the consoles:

“Proceed according to the original plan. Drop a solar bombardment at the designated location to open the battlefield for the Grey Wolf Army and the Wolf People from the Guardian of Creation faction! Then switch to precision bombardment mode and prepare to support the Millennium lord’s battle in the Evil God’s Forbidden Land.”

“Yes, sir!”

The soldiers in the command cabin moved at once. During the countdown, the light of the second solar bombardment had already begun to gather high in the sky, like the radiance of a miniature sun.

During this, His Highness Hu Fu turned to Priest Bodinos at his side, a bit puzzled:

“The energy level of the solar bombardment is way too high. Firing something like that at such a cramped battlefield—won’t we hit our own warriors by mistake?”

“There’s no helping that, Your Highness.”

The Great Sun Priest continued explaining in a low voice:

“From our reading of the secret scrolls from a century ago, we can now be sure that the Shrine the King of Bone Biting crafted for The Master of Hunting uses high-strength items left behind by the creator. Modern weapons and powers can’t effectively destroy it.

There are only two solutions at present: either Lord Paryen uses the Holy Spear Nevernight, with its terrifying might, to destroy it, or we employ the precision mode of solar bombardment, projecting enough firepower in one go to blast it to pieces.

Once the Shrine is shattered, it will deal a lethal blow to that Evil God and its Divine Kingdom together, allowing the warriors’ god-slaying operation to advance smoothly to the very end.”

“But if we already knew all this a hundred years ago…”

His Highness Hu Fu’s confusion deepened. He said:

“Why didn’t we act in advance? Why wait until things got this critical before rushing over to help?”

The question made the Great Sun Priest fall silent. Only after several seconds did he sigh and answer in a whisper:

“Because we are merely civilization’s Observers, not interveners, much less manipulators, Your Highness. This is the self-restraint the Empire imposed on us when it was founded. Until this rule is broken, even if we know calamity lies ahead, even if we have the power to avert it early, we can only pin our hopes on the strength of others.”

“That’s just too…”

His Highness Hu Fu found it hard to understand such self-restraint.

But in the next instant, a bright pillar of fire fell from the sky, becoming a blade of Fierce Sun that stabbed straight into the core area of Moss Valley. Under the glare of that ten-thousand-zhang sun, countless Blood Scar fanatics turned into dancing dust in the searing heat.

That one strike easily razed the Blood Scar Clan’s town to the ground—and made Chieftain Amot, who had just led his forces out of it, so furious he almost vomited blood.

From a safe distance, he watched the scorched earth where wildfire raged unchecked, his bloodshot eyes trembling with fury.

Damn!

Those damned Sanghai People were using that kind of extinction-level weapon and seriously disrupting the battlefield. With that endless flicker of fire and continuous spewing flames, how the hell were they supposed to fight this war to defend their faith?

He could hear The Master of Hunting roaring in shock and rage; his own god had also sensed the terrible event that would occur tonight. It was drawing as much nourishment as possible from the western and central fronts to awaken itself before doomsday arrived—even if it could only awaken in an incomplete state.

But that would take time.

And the Sanghai People, pampered by the creator’s favor and running wild because of it, clearly had no intention of giving the Wolf People’s god any extra time.

No choice left…

When you don’t know how to cheat, you can only call in backup.

Chieftain Amot shot a vicious glance at the scorched, flattened land behind him. Gritting his teeth, he shoved aside the guard at his side, pulled out a finely crafted gemstone emblem from his breast, bit his own finger, and let blood drip onto it to activate this item he’d carried for so long but never once used.

With a low humming sound, a moment later, a mysterious communication link was established.

“Mm, Lord Amot, what can I do for you?”

A polite and gentle voice sounded from the other end. The Blood Scar Clan Leader was in no mood for pleasantries now.

He shouted:

“Help us take down that damned sun ship!”

“Excellent. You and your god have finally learned to accept our goodwill, my lord. Then, Twilight is at your service… after all, isn’t that what friends are for?”