My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2768 -923: Whoever Holds Match Point, Holds the Future (2)

Now no one could complain about the intensity of this battle being insufficient, even the giant shark started roaring fiercely in a fight for its life.

Amidst the crowd, Uncle Fredyng noticed other divine spirits appearing one after another. Feeling restless, he exchanged a glance with Dasohan beside him, both seeing the eager thoughts in each other’s eyes, and thus the two mischiefs stealthily took out their Sacred Emblems and shouted in unison:

“Holy Light, please grant us the power to dispel darkness and despair!”

Their voices were indeed loud, and other players also looked towards these two with anticipation, hoping to see radiant Holy Light descend from the sky, at the very least granting everyone a golden chicken wing to savor.

However, a few seconds passed, and nothing happened. The scene became awkward, much like when a cawing crow flew across the sky.

The disappointed players dispersed with disdain, while Uncle Fredyng and Dasohan sheepishly put away their Sacred Emblems and picked up their weapons, charging forward with the strong blessings of other divine spirits as Holy Light Believers.

“Hahaha, look at those two fools! This is the perfect time for our Boss Wam to reveal his presence.”

The giant shark, still bearing a slap mark on its face, mocked the Holy Light Believers, then raised the blood-splattered Wam Beheader and shouted:

“Boss! Reveal your presence, give us the mighty power to crush these minions of the Evil God!”

The giant shark and the Wam Brothers guessed that their leader, who loved to watch the fun of battles, would surely not miss the extraordinarily thrilling battleground of the Evil God. Yet their loud plea for divine descent also received no effective response.

Only a weak glimmer flickered on the giant shark’s battle axe, spreading with difficulty to endow the Wam Brothers with a meager Berserker’s Heart buff.

Huh?

What is this!

Is that all there is?

Why just one!

In the past, a battle roar would provide at least seven buffs by default.

Boss, are you worn out? Come on, stand firm, you’re making us all lose face!

“Hahahaha, look at those stupid berserkers…”

The laughter from the Holy Light Believers echoed from afar, making the giant shark’s seven orifices smoke with anger. Damn, Laowa is too unreliable, forget it, let’s go ourselves. Just because there’s no divine blessing, does that mean the battle won’t happen?

No way!

So, let’s use this relentless battle cry from mortals to ignite the most splendid slaughter movement in the god-killing endeavor!

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“Something happened in Moss Valley… go help…”

Su’s weak voice sounded in Murphy’s ear, who was just about to remove his War Marshal armor. This reminder startled the vampire, making him halt the process of removing his Power Armor, and he looked towards Su in the shadows of Cardman City.

The latter no longer had the strength to describe much to Murphy; the old man really suffered today.

Murphy, always a vampire who respected the elderly, promptly called out to Mannis.

“Show me what happened in Moss Valley a few minutes ago!”

At his request, the Power of Time rewound before his eyes, revealing everything that occurred there. Upon seeing the sun ship struck down by a Cleanser Missile fired from the depths of the Dark Mountain Range, Murphy’s teeth clenched tightly.

He didn’t even need to guess to know where this strange missile came from.

No wonder the dusk didn’t make any tricks in the Klim Fortress and Maginot Line battles; those bastards focused all their efforts on ensuring the birth of The Master of Hunting.

This scene was shared by Murphy with Triss without a hint of emotion. Triss, who was treating Shani’s wounds, immediately stood up, dropping the special ointment in her hand. Her intense expression change was noticed by Shani, which made the Thorns Duke realize something must have happened.

Shani reminded:

“Don’t make a sound… the situation is still unstable!”

Triss glanced at the combat lines still clearing the Wolf People and the warriors chasing the fleeing Star Realm Wolves everywhere; she nodded, handed the ointment to the heavily injured Shani for self-treatment, and then blinked to Murphy’s side.

“They need help over there.”

Triss communicated through the flow of minds:

“Should we gather the Golden Ones here and send them over through star realm travel?”

“It won’t help.”

Murphy answered seriously:

“The sun ship failed to destroy the shrine, which means the Lord must use the Holy Spear to complete the final destruction. However, The Master of Hunting has already released so many Immortal War Spirits. Its Divine Kingdom is fully open and is invading the material world.

I suspect that The Master of Hunting is forcibly awakening by sacrificing its potential. In this situation, sending Golden Ones won’t reverse the battle situation. We have to find a more straightforward way to finalize things.”

“Killing a freshly awakened god in the material world?”

Triss’s head hurt almost to the point of splitting. She said:

“Is this really something that we two pitiful vampires can do?”

“If I said yes, would you think I’m crazy?”

Murphy glanced at Su.

He didn’t tell Triss that in this situation, he not only had a solution but also two kinds, yet in the face of Murphy’s rhetorical question, Triss showed no suspicion, as if the miraculous Murphy was supposed to be this omnipotent.

She directly asked:

“So, what do you need me to do?”

“I need to perform a star realm travel immediately.”

Murphy handed something wrapped by the Omega Program to Triss, concealing its presence entirely, and answered through the flow of minds: