My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2770 -924: Witness the (Physical) Power of This Fiery Faith!

The lord and the God Slayers were fighting desperately in the Evil God’s Forbidden Land, and Murphy was also rushing at top speed toward the place where he could provide support. But the ones taking action now were far from just these two sides; the Wise Wolf, who played a crucial role in the god-slaying operation, was also slaughtering on his own battlefield.

He and the Grey Wolf Army he had built from scratch, together with the Guardians of Creation, were locked in deadly combat all over Moss Valley. This was their mission for tonight!

While the God Slayers fought on the very front line, the Jackalman Faction who had found their way back from astray would, on this land of inherited tradition, make a final, firm, vicious farewell to those of their kin who were savage to the bone and could never turn back.

With Old Xinger’s covert help, the Wolf People who seized the chance to break into Moss Valley had already locked down the entrance to the valley tight.

The Creator’s Warriors of the Broken Tooth Clan, together with the most loyal Throne Wolf Riders of the Whip-tail Clan, charged into the battlefield again and again. They were like a blood-red, turbid torrent driving straight into the enemy’s heart, setting fires everywhere in the core territory of the Blood Scar Clan, leaving them utterly unable to pull back and defend.

Even witnessing something like the Sunship’s crash did nothing to shake the morale of the Guardians of Creation.

After all, what they’d been steeped in at the Civilization Museum of the Jackalman had made them directly loyal to the supreme creator. Sanghai People? Tch! Just a bunch of jumping clowns claiming to be the creator’s children.

The Guardians of Creation had never seen a single trace of the Sanghai People in the glorious images left by their ancestors, in that Golden Era. This fully proved that those blue-skins were nothing but ridiculous monkeys in stolen crowns, pilfering the creator’s great power to play the hero, only to be knocked from the heavens by the Evildoers’ evil power.

Isn’t that just asking for it?

And they still expect the awakened Wolf People to empathize with them?

Dream on.

“Charge! Charge with me! Loyal warriors of the creator, the glorious moment to wash away our shame, to sacrifice and dedicate ourselves, has come! The creator is watching us—shout His name and charge with me!”

Captain Boboke Blackeye, astride a barded Throne Wolf, had completely gone berserk by now.

On the battlefield he had switched his creator’s god-gifted exoskeleton into Beast Mode, so that every swing of that flaming power hammer drew out a deadly edge of blazing fire. And the combat genes enhanced by the biocapsule made Boboke, compared to other Wolf People, a downright giant of a brute at this moment.

Wherever he went, those Barbarian Soldiers of the Blood Scar Clan couldn’t even last a single exchange.

Boboke commanded the most elite Guardians of Creation selected from the Broken Tooth Clan. Every one of them wore an exoskeleton and that black uniform symbolizing their exalted status. These Wolf People had shed their former vulgarity and become cold and aloof—but what hadn’t changed was the wildness flowing in their veins and their unrestrained power.

This unit was the trump card currently in the Wise Wolf’s hand, personally commanded by Old Senke Grand Marshal and deployed on the only road leading to the Evil God’s Forbidden Land.

This place had already been bombed into scorched earth by the Sunship beforehand, and it was here that the Guardians of Creation stood in resistance, like the firmest black wall blocking wave after wave of assaults from the Blood Scar Clan.

And of course, how could players possibly be absent from such a night battle?

The big and small Chieftains of the Grey Wolf Army had also committed their elites this time. As Hog’s other trump card, their tactics were more flexible, splitting into independent squads that rampaged back and forth through Moss Valley.

Aside from these guys, there was a third force temporarily under Hog’s command: the Blood Fear Pirates from Blood Plunder Bay.

The reason they came here was neither to help the Wolf People resist the Evil God nor to answer the Millennium lord’s call and come die for him—they were purely responding to the summons of the great pirate Babro, coming to Moss Valley to make a fortune.

And the current battlefield, chaotic to the extreme, was exactly what this greedy pack of pirates loved most. Those rigorously guarded temples of the hunting deity and treasure stores had been left unattended. As long as the pirates could break through, the only thing limiting their profits was how much loot they could physically haul away.

Yeah, this was a lackey army that had come to fish in troubled waters; expecting them to rise up and smash the Wolf People hard was about as realistic as expecting a dog to suddenly erupt in blood-fueled heroism.

Still, their looting and arson all over the place did, in a way, help.

As for the Wise Wolf himself…

Hog was standing right in front of the Guardians of Creation’s defensive line, piloting his own slick Wise Wolf armor like an immovable wall. No matter how fanatical or elite the Blood Scar Clan forces trying to rush past him to support the Evil God, it meant nothing in the face of the Wise Wolf’s outstretched Power Claws.

All he had to do was keep swinging those claws to crush wave after wave of flesh-bomb charges.

The sight made Chieftain Amot grit his teeth so hard they were about to shatter.

As Clan Leader of the Blood Scar Clan and the most devout Priest of The Master of Hunting in the material world, he could feel the pain the Divine Spirit was suffering now more keenly than any Wolf Person present. That pain and fury made him share in it; every roar of The Master of Hunting seared his mind, driving him to command his warriors into ever more merciless, more brutal attacks.

They had to break through these traitors’ obstruction, reach the land of the Divine Spirit, and witness the birth of The Master of Hunting. Only then could they bathe in the god’s power and gain eternal life…

Hadn’t the Blood Scar Clan struggled for a hundred years for this very moment?

How could they possibly let this dog-fucked bunch of faith-traitors block them from receiving their final reward?