My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2783 -928: God Said, Let There Be Light! (Part 2)

From the Twilight Organization’s ability to launch Cleanser Missiles to take down the Sanghai people’s Sun Boat, it’s not hard to guess that the third Eden Councilor might be from the Twilight Organization, possibly even the founder and leader.

The one mysteriously referred to as the “Monk Leader.”

But why did this person cast the first vote in favor when the bombing resolution was received?

From his or her standpoint, shouldn’t they be stopping this resolution and hope to see The Master of Hunting destroy everything on this continent to achieve true world-ending?

Or is it that Twilight and The Master of Hunting aren’t aligned? Is there an inherent conspiracy unique to bad guys between the two?

These issues are complex and difficult to answer in a short time, and are certainly not pressing matters to consider right now. Murphy maintains the motion of clicking the screen amidst the silent gaze of the Sanghai people, waiting for a signal from Lord Paryen.

About five minutes later, when the resolution count jumped to [3/3], Murphy exhaled, his finger touching forward.

God’s Scepter, activate!

At this moment in the space station on relative static orbit outside the world in the Sky-based Arsenal No. 3, the silver-gray satellite that’s been dormant for over a thousand years seems to stretch its body like an old man and come back to life. In the silent Star Sea, it expands like a lotus as its mechanical structures unfold.

The metallic leaves wrapped around solar collection devices unfold quietly in the absolute silence of the Star Sea. The sounds and collisions echo like a tune of days gone by, pushing forward along the ever-extending launch tracks. The energy lights dotting the satellite weapon arsenal’s exterior brighten one after another.

Internally, amidst the stable operation of tens of thousands of mechanical structures, a slender projectile like a black rod is sent to the launch rail.

As the slot couples, a high-energy beam follows the weapon satellite’s sight onto the surface, locking in just seconds. The causality law module of the destruction weapon personally crafted by “Data Eraser” is activated, and the Ultra-dimensional Sure-Hit state is applied. Ghostly blue arcs of electricity envelop the quiet projectile like secondary armament, akin to a mighty cannon finally shedding its concealment.

It will roar!

Seconds later, the launch program progresses to the final stage. System self-tests complete, bombardment orders confirmed, weapon safety unlocked, and propellant injection concludes.

In a soundless slide, the projectile, encased in arcs of electricity, falls off the launch rail like a bird spreading its wings in the ancient starry sky, beginning its first flight since creation.

Its thruster applies initial momentum from behind, accelerating it ever faster in the vast space until reaching the speed of sound, yet continuing to accelerate and ultimately transforming into a pitch-black beam of light.

Under the shroud of destructive fire, it plummets towards the strange world below, seemingly stitched together haplessly with countless fragments.

“Countdown to Bombardment Arrival: 137 seconds”

Surveying the fast-changing numbers on the optical projection before him, Murphy finally breathes out in relief, having superlatively fulfilled his role as the Godslaying Campaign Logistics Officer. Now, it’s all up to Lord Paryen and his player characters.

Though he can’t make it to the battlefield himself, they are his hands and eyes, extending his will to execute the Governor’s punishments and devastation. Such a model has become the bond and synchronicity between the main storyline NPCs and foreign spirit heroes.

Therefore, today is also a day of pleasant cooperation.

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In Moss Valley, the remaining God Slayers after the combat had been sent out of the battlefield by Gaia’s divine power, relocated fifty kilometers away per Lord Paryen’s orders.

The utterly exhausted and massively injured NPCs knew that the reliable Lord must have sensed some terrifying crisis to make such a decision, but the God Slayers looked bewildered.

What’s going on?

They were happily about to take down the BOSS, when suddenly they were forcibly teleported?

A black screen and then out of the battlefield, sent here, unable to see the status over at Moss Valley, with only a glimpse of the sky above it, flooded with clouds of blood-red, illuminating the night with ominous red dots.

The players looked up, observing from a broader perspective what was happening at their former battlefield, easily capturing the spreading blood-red halos from The Master of Hunting’s divine kingdom, resembling some ravenous glutton devouring space and surroundings, like cancer cells growing in the material world.

It’s absolutely not a sight that makes one feel comfortable…

Much akin to mildew or gangrene, prompting an instinctive urge to cleanse one’s eyes at the horrible sight.

“Sigh, probably the forced teleportation after mission failure.”

The exhausted Meow Brother tossed Gaia’s Holy War Axe aside, sat down heavily, and declared:

“I guess this situation is beyond something we can handle, perhaps a new expansion pack will be scheduled due to our humiliating defeat, if the continent’s civilization survives this calamity, our failure might be vividly recorded in its history tonight…