My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2785 -929: Since Ancient Times, the Path to Slaying Gods Lies in This Measure

Divine Spirits are not the invincible concept that mortals imagine.

From an academic standpoint, this term is merely a special designation for beings possessing incomprehensible power, essentially no different from the power gradations of Black Iron, Silver, and Gold.

On the battlefield of astral space, Divine Spirits are mere pawns activated during the chaos shadow’s skirmish against opposing forces, placed on the board that determines the future of all things in the universe to gain advantage or strike the enemy.

On this matter, the new gods trapped in astral space by the frontier contract have much to say.

People say that once you become a god, you can do whatever you want, but that’s a naive fantasy about power. In reality, not even the Divine Spirits have much freedom in this world; it’s more practical to figure out how to survive the next astral war than dreaming of doing what you please.

Mortals have their conflicts, gods have their worries—this is not just idle boasting, but rather a cold truth that makes even Divine Spirits want to cover their faces and weep.

The elder Divine Spirits, whether from the Camp of Order or the Chaos Faction, understand this. Even the chaos shadows know when to hide to avoid standing tall for the sake of pride, but the greenhorns are clueless about this.

Or to put it another way, they don’t have a rational understanding of the power they wield, generally believing themselves invincible or omnipotent. They fail to grasp that the forces of existence always find ways to punish a pawn that doesn’t follow the rules of the game.

Like the newly born Master of Hunting, not even an hour old.

When faced with the punitive ray descending from the heavens, this brutal entity’s first response was not to dodge but to try to smash it in the air with his unbeatable flail!

Though he doesn’t quite understand where this thing came from, easily breaking it would better display his supreme power!

It was only when he actually swung the flail that the chaos shadows, lurking in astral space, finally couldn’t stand it any longer.

Shit!

Is this the kind of blockhead we painstakingly helped incubate?!

Where on earth did you get the courage to ram your head into that destructive, weaponized conglomeration of creative energy? Bro, where did you buy that overflowing confidence? Introduce us so we can get some too, will you?

“Retreat to the Divine Kingdom!”

A stern rebuke roared violently into the Master of Hunting’s consciousness, following the tremors of astral space. It was a timely reminder from the big shots of the Chaos side, which startled the Master of Hunting into leaving the material world and flashing back to his Divine Kingdom.

It wasn’t because he was cowardly.

Primarily, his birth depended on the “meticulous guidance” of these absolute monsters; he was a seed planted by the hand of the King of Bone Biting, and the one who shouted was the very one who sowed the seed.

But just as the Master of Hunting caught his breath back in the Divine Kingdom, the ominous premonition of destruction struck again. As he tilted his head back on his throne, he saw that damned ray, in an implausible manner, seemingly transcending space, plummeting straight towards his forehead.

The moment of contact was silent, but the explosion of weaponized creative energy within it evaporated more than half of the Master of Hunting’s divine body in an instant. This destructive judgment was so intense that it struck not only the Master of Hunting’s true form but also slammed into his Divine Kingdom, previously mended with the help of the astral shadows.

It resembled a scorching mushroom cloud erupting in this blood-red burning land, a light brighter than a thousand suns obscured everything, inducing a phantasmagoria like a life reel before the Master of Hunting’s eyes.

As the hallucination entangled his mind, representing his walk towards a morgue, the Master of Hunting vaguely heard a murmur in his ear.

“Causality Law Module… it’s his handiwork…”

“He indeed hid something in the material world, his warning before leaving was not mere intimidation…”

“Luckily no one dared to crash in headfirst, otherwise we’d be lying here instead. Though we wouldn’t die, it would hurt—pity the scouting pawn is spent, truly unfortunate.”

“Hmm, under the supradimensional certainty, hitting the divine essence directly, this wound is irreparable. Just wait for death.”

“This familiar force and lethal precision remind me of that past war… though he’s gone, he hasn’t completely left… now is not the time, the invasion of the material world is better left to that maniac, ‘Original Sin.’”

As if a bunch of sneaky fellows were huddled by his ICU bedside discussing his injuries, from their fragmented words, the Master of Hunting finally understood everything during the chaos.

Damn!

I’m just a mere pawn for scouting?

This is so demeaning?

And how long are you bastards going to chat? Can’t you see I’m bleeding all over the place?

Where is that Chaos Shadow?

Help me!

“Help… help me…”

Like a mouse in a bottle of sulfuric acid enduring a painful rinse, the Master of Hunting desperately cried for help, but the moment he spoke, the whispering figures vanished completely.

They left swiftly and cleanly, as if they had never existed.

Amidst the agonizing wait, where time lost its meaning, the scourging ray of destruction finally dissipated, leaving the Master of Hunting, barely clinging to life after the strike of the unerring God’s Scepter, to miserably open his eyes again on his throne.