My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2784 -928: God Said, Let There Be Light! (Part 3)

Their courage and fearlessness can’t even shield them, even the undead from foreign lands cannot stop the destined disaster blah blah blah.”

“Shut up.”

Next to him, Happy Stick kicked Brother Meow, telling him to shut his mouth full of defeatism, and then looked around to find that Lord Paryen wasn’t sent away, and there seemed to be some kind of chaos on the Wolf People’s side. Stick Brother sensed something was wrong and rushed over to grab the blood-soaked Mad Wolf Under the Moon after the fierce battle and asked:

“What’s going on? What’s the problem?”

“The Wise Wolf didn’t come out!”

Mad Wolf Under the Moon said anxiously:

“Our leader NPC is still in Moss Valley, the Old Dwarf, who was coughing up blood, said the Wise Wolf refused the Mother Earth’s teleportation and headed toward Lord Paryen.

Damn!

Isn’t this a precursor to biting the dust? Is it easy to nurture this father we worked so hard to raise!

If the Wise Wolf dies, all our early investment will go down the drain.”

“What? Is there a choice to refuse teleportation?”

Stick Brother widened his eyes and said:

“We didn’t have it! We were forcibly teleported out…”

“Damn, is this the time to focus on that?”

“Stop arguing, look! The layer of filthy cloud spread by The Master of Hunting above, isn’t there something shining? Why does it look like a shooting star to me?”

“Nonsense, isn’t it normal to have a couple of shooting stars to spruce up the scene during such divine battles? Could it be that the ominous star of The Master of Hunting is flashing?”

While they furiously mocked, the few remaining people in Moss Valley were still fighting.

Lord Paryen pierced The Master of Hunting’s Giant Spirit body repeatedly, creating visible wounds. The eternal silence from the Holy Spear’s suppression over the subspace creatures made the Evil God come to no good end.

But these wounds alone were not enough to make the Evil God retreat; they could only make Him feel pain, only make Him even more brutal in the material world.

Most of Moss Valley was tainted and assimilated by The Master of Hunting’s reversed infiltrated Divine Kingdom. Strange blood-red crystals grew on the earth and rocks, pushing Gaia’s control over this land away, and in this hunting Divine Kingdom, the surviving Wolf People maniacs seemed to arrive at paradise.

They howled, intimidated, and ran, using their bodies twisted by filth to roam the divine realm, like a red tide surging from all directions, continually compressing the area where Lord Paryen fought.

The Master of Hunting didn’t even launch destructive strikes anymore, was He tired? How could a Divine Spirit be tired?

He merely saw for Himself a more perfect death.

This cruel Giant Spirit stood on His land, His savage bloodied eyes looked down at Paryen like a beast gradually surrounded by a swarm of carnivorous ants, he remained strong and sharp, but under the constant ebb of the ants would eventually meet a desolate doom.

The pathetic dying method of these audacious God Slayers’ leader would become their “gift” presented to the world, and when Paryen’s corpse was shown by his minions to the eyes of those who resist, He would harvest fear from the whole world as His final coronation.

Yet the brutal is always brutal.

He didn’t have the patience to wait for the visible death to come, upon witnessing Paryen continuously using the Holy Spear He loathed to mow down His minions like grass, The Master of Hunting quickly lost interest.

Even a Divine Spirit’s time remains precious, He still had to fulfill His oath to hunt down the chosen Murphy and the Blonde Knight who shamed Him.

The Master of Hunting is known for His word in hunting and has an excellent reputation!

So, the mountain-like Evil God raised His flail and struck down towards Paryen, this blow was genuine, gathering power beyond reality made it impossible for the lord to dodge, feeling the space squeezing him from all sides, he could only raise the Holy Spear in final defense.

But in his raised eyes, he could already see that ray of light tearing the sky coming closer to the earth.

“Boom”

The Master of Hunting’s flail struck the ground, effortlessly triggering a mountain-splitting vibration, not knowing how many believers were injured, but He didn’t care, yet Lord Paryen didn’t die from this nor was injured.

A massive black object shielded him, helping him deflect the strike.

On the mortal battlefield, the unyielding armor of the Wise Wolf shattered on the spot from the hammering, not turning into an iron pie was proof of its genuine material, in the collapsed machinery Hog in a skewed, blood-spitting unconscious state.

The Lord raised his head again, his blood-red eyes filled with the fury of certain death, as The Master of Hunting once more lifted His weapon with the brutal smile of trampling all beings.

“You’re dead! Evil God!”

Millennium lord swung the Holy Spear, thus saying.

The powerful Master of Hunting couldn’t even be bothered to refute this mortal’s delusional words, given your material world’s current state, can’t I boast “invincible”? How does a vampire ancient about to die at my hands have the nerve to utter such nonsense?

Who gave you the courage?

Creator?

Ha, where’s that legendary guy now?

Can He jump out and slap me?

Don’t fool yourself!

You all… are truly dead!

But as he raised the flail again preparing to give the final penalty to the defiant one, He finally felt the light arrow descending from above, that light, that heat…

Like a warning letter from the distant past delivered to the present…

Written by Creator, addressed to these rogues who attempt to destroy this not beautiful but beloved world, like judgment book pre-set by the departed deity signed by His successor.

Judgment target: The Master of Hunting.

Charges listed: Attempted world destruction.

Final verdict: Guilty as charged, sentenced to death!