My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2774 -926: Who Can’t Salvage Wrecks? True Skill Is Pulling Ships with Single Draws (Part 2)

This was still manageable, but the transformations for those with more fanatical beliefs were even more terrifying.

Four-clawed wolf people, wolf people with scorpion tails, wolf people with bat wings, wolf people twisted into a mass of rotten flesh, wolf people turned into a mumbling eyeball monster, and so on.

The so-called blessing of destruction, in its extreme interpretation, is nothing more than merging oneself into the symbol of “destruction,” transforming oneself into a part of destruction. You can’t expect the likes of The Master of Hunting to extend this concept into a more metaphysical theory; he simply grants his power to his followers in the most direct way.

Generous, indeed quite generous, but also terrifying, quite terrifying.

Wise Wolf personally witnessed the hunter’s chosen one in front of him tearing open his own fur amidst screams, then turning into a one-eyed monster with seven claws amid the splattering blood and flesh.

This is how the subspace’s flesh corrosion operates, and this corrosion continues, at an unimaginable speed, spreading among all the wolf people who believe in The Master of Hunting—not through genes or mild modifications, nor through the spread of knowledge, but through transformation at the level of symbol and concept.

This is the scene of The Master of Hunting awakening early for self-preservation. It is hard to imagine how much trouble he would instantly create if given enough time and after mastering more high-level divine duties when his complete form is born.

In fact, it’s not just in Moss Valley; on the Ligurian Peninsula, which has now become a hotbed of war, the recently successful Gehrman Bone-biter Chieftain cursed and personally killed several attendants around him who were transforming into monsters.

He was only grateful that he didn’t believe in any damned Master of Hunting; otherwise, wouldn’t he have a share of the “blessing” in this transformation?

But he certainly didn’t want this damn blessing.

His bloodline came from the noble King of Bone Biting… Who the hell would want to become a monster that only knows destruction! What honor and sense of achievement is there in pure destruction starting from oneself?

In short, the worst-case scenario is rapidly becoming a reality, but the battle in Moss Valley isn’t over. Lord Paryen has already begun to counterattack with a gun, although it’s as hopeless as ants challenging a dragon. However, with the suppression of subspace power by the Holy Spear of Eternal Silence, he does not lack the power to fight.

“Aurora…”

The lord said in a low voice:

“Send them away; the warriors have done their best. Today’s matter… the responsibility is mine!”

“Damn! Brother Pa Ying, don’t do this, the situation now isn’t something you can resolve by risking your life…”

For once, Aurora spoke in human language to dissuade:

“Given the situation, it’d be best to retreat first and then seek other solutions.”

“Before I set out, I had already called the Clan of Secret Blood. After my defeat, they will take over this operation and bring the God Slayers to the Grey Desert, letting them wait there for the West Frontier Legion of the Kalem Ancient Country…”

The lord was clutching the Holy Spear as he explained his plan when he suddenly heard a whisper in the wind by his ear. The voice was very faint, like a murmur in a dream. If the lord hadn’t been mentally sound at that moment, he would definitely have thought he heard wrong.

The voice said:

“Hold on… he is on his way… midnight… is coming…”

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“Bang”

Murphy’s pose wasn’t graceful when he jumped out from the Star Realm.

He was almost thrown out from the Star Realm, not because the Crafty Serpent wanted to stir up trouble, but because there was a significant problem in the Star Realm just now.

Perhaps due to the resonance caused by the birth of an Evil God, or perhaps something else went awry on the subspace battlefield. In any case, Mannis screamed, “The reflection is in chaos, run!” and tossed Murphy out.

Thankfully, the spot where he landed wasn’t far from the destination.

As the flying backpack of the War Marshal armor stabilized his form in the air and began gliding down, Murphy already saw the solar ship crashing in the Dark Mountain Range, emitting black smoke.

It was too conspicuous, and Murphy couldn’t pretend not to see it even if he wanted to.

He intended to land nearby to assess the situation first, as the crash of the Sanghai people hadn’t caused much of a casualty. Approaching the ship now would definitely be seen as ill intent, leading to more fighting. But as Murphy was adjusting his direction, Veylanther’s voice exploded in his mind.

“The Master of Hunting is born! Master, quick! Use your invincible authority to think of something! That fool coming into the material world was his most foolish move. God cannot walk in this realm; he’s suppressed, and you are one of his targets… But he made a terrible mistake.

His Network of Destiny is complete, but the last thread is in your hands. Whatever you are doing, speed up!”

Spider Girl’s voice sounded odd.

In Murphy’s mind, it resonated as two simultaneous voices, evidently some “big figure” in hiding rallying assistance, especially the latter part, which was clearly not something Spider Girl’s personality would say.

But that warning was enough!

Murphy immediately abandoned his plan to reason and negotiate, changing direction in the air and channeling the remaining energy of the flying backpack into the thrusters, propelling him like a falling iron meteor towards the solar ship.

This commotion immediately caught the attention of the Sanghai people guarding near the solar ship.

At this moment, His Highness Prince Hu Fu, who had just joined General Bopal along with a group of wolf people who believed in the creator as “temporary guards,” looked up to see a crimson power armor descending from the sky, with his talking eyes filled with utter bafflement.