My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2771 -924: Witness the (Physical) Power of This Burning Faith! (Part 2)

Of course, Amot wasn’t defeated by this burning conflict of spirit, calmly watching Hog wreak havoc among the Barbarian Soldiers and the armor on its body.

With seasoned experience, Amot quickly deduced that there was no way to destroy the Creator’s armor, which was almost invincible here. However, invincible armor didn’t mean the wearer was invincible too.

It was evident that this gear lacked protection against psychic attacks.

This might be its only flaw.

Thus, Amot quickly came up with a vicious yet cunning plan.

Not only did it aim to defeat Hog, but it also intended to seize this invincible armor and charge into the Divine Spirit realm to assist its God in defeating those despicable bastards who dared call themselves god-killers.

Achieving this was extremely difficult, meaning Amot had to face the onslaught of the Wise Wolf Arsenal head-on, knowing it might not survive. Fortunately, as the Golden One of the Blood Scar Clan, Amot mastered some eerie yet powerful voodoo magic.

Though not as proficient as Chief Botana, who was now in Paradise, it was sufficient for completing this risky raid.

After determining its intentions, Amot glanced at the seven Hunting Electors beside itself, dispatching them while pulling out a complex and very mysterious voodoo talisman from its pocket.

This was the same talisman Old Manse previously used for soul transfer, a secret technique Old Manse learned from Amot. But this time, the Blood Scar Clan Leader didn’t intend to create a backup of its own soul; instead, it planned to use this talisman to “send” its soul away when it was about to perish.

Heh, it might not be top-tier among the Golden Ones, but when it came to the clever use of soul combat techniques, how could that foolish wolf, which only knows how to use the Creator’s Battle Armor to slaughter God’s people, possibly be my opponent?

That guy isn’t even at the Silver level…

The poor God actually chose such a weakling to represent Him? How could such a frail wretch have the credentials to lead the mighty Wolf People?

As for Hog, it only seemed like Hog was manipulating the Wise Wolf Arsenal to slaughter in this battle, but in reality, Hog was so bored it was almost falling asleep. It was not a warrior adept at direct combat, and while harnessing the Creator’s gift, its meager combat experience was completely useless.

It had tried a few times before, but Hog wasn’t particularly gifted at maneuvering heavy machinery, often causing embarrassingly excessive force during attacks.

Luckily, the Wise Wolf Arsenal had an independent combat AI. After Hog discovered its utility, it completely leaned back and became a “battlefield observer.”

At this moment, it was the AI driving the Wise Wolf Arsenal across the battlefield, while in “auto-pilot” mode, the Wise Wolf comfortably pondered in the armor whether to include this god-killing battle in the afterward part of its “Into the Dark Mountain Ranges”?

If it really needed to be noted, from what perspective should it depict the various factions involved?

For example, Sir Murphy hadn’t directly participated in tonight’s god-killing grand operation. Should it fabricate a storyline to give Sir Murphy some screen time in this destined-to-be-legendary battle?

Hmm, that’s certainly an important question…

“Bang”

Just as Hog was contemplating such important matters, the simultaneous divine strike from the front and rear caused a momentary pause in the Wise Wolf Arsenal’s slaughter and startled Hog awake.

In the combat images within the armor’s helmet, it saw the perilous Hunting Electors attempting to encircle it, but their terrifying attacks, laden with Hunting God’s Power, couldn’t breach the Wise Wolf Arsenal’s defenses. Those divine-tempered bone knives and weapons couldn’t even leave a mark on the sturdy armor.

Behold, this is the confrontation between the Evil God and the Creator!

In the face of true power, those savage fools were utterly insignificant!

Hog sneered, taking over the control of the Wise Wolf Arsenal in the next instant, responding to the Hunting Electors’ attacks with an unrefined but powerful claw strike.

It indeed wasn’t skilled at direct combat, but with the support of the Wise Wolf Arsenal, it didn’t need to learn those exquisite techniques—locking onto the enemy and smashing strongly would suffice.

The fierce Power Claw was activated, blue disintegration blades entwining around the black mechanical claw. Driven by Hog, the weapon performed a 720° crazy whirlwind slash on the spot, tearing apart three unavoidably dodging Hunting Electors.

The enemies killed by the Power Claw died horrifically, like flesh exploded without leaving an intact corpse.

This gruesome scene failed to suppress the madness of the Blood Scar Clan, dominated by the destructive will of the Master of Hunting, determined to provide their God with the final assist in the most irrefutable manner.

Even though the prematurely awakened Evil God couldn’t attain optimal state due to failing to snatch profound knowledge, as long as death and slaughter continued, the Master of Hunting could still absorb nourishment from them.

Yet, Hog’s spectacular kills greatly boosted the morale of the fighting Guardian of Creation, making their counterattacks more fierce under the night. More Hunting Electors charged out, trying to disrupt Hog’s further combat. However, facing the invincible defense, they had no place to attack and could only be slaughtered like pigs by Hog, one after the other.