My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2767 -923: Whoever Seizes Match Point, Seizes the Future

The fall of the Origin Vanguard brought an indescribable change to the battlefield at Moss Valley, the sun strike failed to completely destroy the shrine of The Master of Hunting, causing the smooth-going advancement to suddenly take a sharp downturn.

Almost at the moment the solar ship crashed, The Master of Hunting, who was nearly pushed to the brink just moments ago, began a desperate counterattack.

A vast amount of corrupt subspace energy surged from the partially melted shrine, and purple-black fissures opened everywhere in the changing terrain of the Evil God’s Forbidden Land. This was The Master of Hunting actively wielding his power to break the boundary between the subspace and the material world, allowing the Hunting War Spirits to enter the battlefield in the form of Immortal War Spirits.

He was opening his Divine Kingdom in the material world, even intending to assimilate Moss Valley as part of his Divine Kingdom.

The current situation could no longer be managed by his incompetent Werewolf believers; he must personally strike with force!

Under the frowning gaze of Lord Paryen, he could see through those opened fissures the scene inside The Master of Hunting’s ravaged Divine Kingdom. In that nearly shattered realm, at the end of the burning path on the throne, the blood-red figure of the Jackalope Giant Spirit was broken, evidently wounded multiple times within a short period.

But at this moment, the fellow with closed eyes was slowly standing with a posture of supporting the throne with his claws.

During this process, it was clear to see that the connection between The Master of Hunting’s true form and the throne was being torn off one by one like sticky blood light, causing him extreme pain and his wrath to echo throughout the Divine Kingdom, even affecting the material world, making the Blood Scar Clan in Moss Valley more berserk.

This meant The Master of Hunting was abandoning a portion of higher divine duties not yet fully grasped, thus weakening himself to achieve his immediate rebirth.

Clearly, the Evil God had sensed impending doom, and he could no longer leisurely wait for Werewolves to gather more slaughter and death nourishment on the battlefield. He could no longer rely on that symbolic higher divine duty representing “war” and “death”. However, even with such an exaggerated form of birth, The Master of Hunting, upon awakening, will surpass Vam, becoming a formidable force capable of contending with the new gods.

Most importantly, the Lord could clearly see more subspace energy helping The Master of Hunting repair his wounds from outside his shattered Divine Kingdom’s burning fissures with a posture of “filling” and “mending”.

The shadow of subspace evidently did not wish to see The Master of Hunting being slain by mortals and the creator’s servants at this time. They already held the upper hand on the battlefield of subspace, now hoping to use The Master of Hunting, this Evil God who resurrected through the chaos era, as leverage to destabilize the material world’s order and lead it into a real Twilight Era.

This is a match point!

Whoever wins this round will gain more strategic advantages in the ensuing lethal conflict.

The Master of Hunting also realized this point, not resisting the chaotic enhancements brought by his “countrymen”, allowing the various colored forces to fill his shattered Divine Kingdom, accelerating his departure from the throne.

His tightly closed eyes were already trembling, with strands of savage blood light escaping from beneath the eyelids.

This fellow is about to awaken!

“Summon the gods! Prepare for the decisive battle!”

The Millennium Lord hesitated no longer, spreading the Power of Eternal Silence of the Holy Spear to its maximum, forming a blood-red halo covering the battlefield, sheltering the players filled with battle spirit and the fearless Sanghai Elites, charging forward together, while issuing commands to those under the divine gaze behind him.

The Ranger General propped the Bright Moon Bow in his hand, loudly calling Avalon’s divine name.

The God of Nature, long waiting for this moment, utilized Filoseer’s body as a medium, basing on the trinity of elf beliefs, applying one powerful buff after another on the God Slayer, while spreading multiple debuffs ahead.

Beside him, the Silver Dwarf Lord Ovg also wielded Gaia’s Whisper doing the same.

Even more outrageous was Spider mother Wilanser holding the purified spider gauntlets, invoking the power of Lady of Shadows. An intangible network of dimness emerged from the sky and earth’s reflection, trapping the Immortal War Spirits released by The Master of Hunting, and using the authority of the Network of Destiny allowing players to navigate the subspace-polluted battlefield unobstructed.

Master Yuri had no knowledge of the events at Klim Fortress, calling the name of the God of the North Wind only to find himself unable to contact his god.

This caused extreme terror in the master’s heart; could the God of the North Wind have encountered trouble?

At this moment, Su’s weak voice emerged from Yuri’s heart, comforting the believer while exerting full effort in blessing the warriors.

Old Su Head, breathlessly lying in the shadows of Cardman City, experienced relentless turmoil and was weakened to the brink, yet still selflessly offering power, making it truly heart-wrenching!

Behold, what is the backbone of the new god faction!

This generous bestowal of divine blessings had nearly doubled the players’ combat power. Now, each strike landed with a four-digit critical number, letting players savor a feeling of invincibility, but the enemies faced are no weaklings either, with each Immortal War Spirit dispatched by The Master of Hunting to delay time being individual mini-bosses.